#not drop down to his knees and worship this celestial being

[slitherred]

I'm sorry but I don't like the leaked mask design. 😔

He looks more like an Otherworldly Father than the Robot Daddy I was expecting.

[jungkookiebus]

Voracious pt. 7 | kth & jjk

Genre: bi-poly established relationship x idol!au x smut x fluff Pairing: taehyung x jungkook x reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 3.08k Warnings: fingering (double-ish? fingering) x cunnilingus x nipple play x vaginal double penetration x the creamiest of pies x unprotected sex Author’s Note: yea, I didn’t edit this. not sorry. Summary: During the filming of In The Soop you aren’t allowed around while filming, lest one of the cameras gets you and creates an online uproar. Most of your time is spent off doing your own thing, but at night when the cameras are finally switched off, the house comes to life. Tae and Jungkook just so happened to find the perfect, secluded spot to take you while on their adventures, giving you a night along the shore you’ll never forget. 

The walkie talkie on your bedside table crackled softly for a few seconds. You braced yourself for what was coming next.

“Alright,” the voice came out of it and it didn’t scare the shit out of you like usual. “Cameras are down for the night. Good night, everyone.” And with a final click the channel went silent.

Your phone read 10:15 pm. The house came to life a second later. Doors opened, someone shouted something inaudible on the other side of the house, you heard something or someone thump against your wall outside, and you saw the hall light come on.

“Oh, ____ _ _ _ _.” You heard your drawn out name muffled on the other side of your bedroom wall as the thumps continued to travel closer to your door. “I know you’re in there.”

You hid under your blankets and squeezed your eyes shut tight as if that were going to make you disappear even more. He wasn’t quiet about opening the door. He turned the knob noisily, but the door opened with no sound.

“I can see you.” You could almost see his silhouette in the darkness. You made yourself smaller. “You’re not being very still for someone who doesn’t want to be found.” His voice was filled with warmth.

You screamed when two arms came down on either side of you before his full body weight was on yours. You quickly felt a rush of panic as you became trapped beneath the thick blankets.

“Tae! Let me out!”

The covers were ripped from your face. A wide-eyed Tae was semi-straddling you and breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to trap you.”

Your face was hot but cooling quickly. “I’m fine.” You smiled this time and he smiled back.

“I’m not tired,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“It doesn’t sound like anyone is.” You laughed when you heard Hobi scream from the common area. They were in an online room in Mario Kart and he was mercilessly being beaten by everyone. An aggravated Jin was telling him that he was playing the game all wrong; choosing the cart for looks and not for its weight and handling.

Tae just grinned.

“Wanna go somewhere?”

“Where? It’s past 10.”

Tae chewed on his lip for a second. “I know a place. Jungkook is coming too.”

“Oh? I guess this was planned already?”

“Kinda.”

Well, since it didn’t seem you had a choice you lightly pushed at Tae so you could sit up.

“Let me put something else on then.” He moved so that you could grab a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. Cameras weren’t rolling anymore for the night so you were able to move freely around the grounds now. You didn’t mind that during the day you stayed as far away as possible. There were many other things for you to do and you mostly relaxed, enjoying the time alone.

Tae took your hand in his when you slipped on a warm pair of shoes. You glanced over to see a clearly suffering Hobi half slid off the couch, clutching the joycons in his hands as the scoreboard shone him in 12th place.

“I told you to pick a better cart.” Jin sounded miffed.

“Yea, and I told you to pick a better haircut when you locked yourself in the bathroom, but you’re mister do what I want.”

“Where are you two going?” Jin turned in time before you were about to walk out the door.

“None of your business,” Tae stated as he pulled on the handle and you along with him.

“Watch for bears!” Jin yelled as he stuffed half a slice of pizza into his mouth.

“You’re an idiot!” Tae called back, but you could hear his smile.

Gangwon-do Chuncheon. Filming for In the Soop was well underway. The landscape around you was nothing short of breathtaking. The nights were just the right amount of cool; enough to make your arms into gooseflesh. The moon was bright, but not quite full and even the stars seemed to whisper along with the wind that blew through the trees. Tae walked silently beside you, warm hand still clutching yours.

“Where are we going?” you asked finally. You clutched your sweater a little tighter. The neatly trimmed grass beneath your feet had a slight crunch to it in this cooler weather.

“A place fit for you.” What was with this vagueness all of a sudden?

“Fit for me?”

Jungkook had been acting a little weird, too, now that you thought about it…wait.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

Tae looked down at you, but half his face was shaded while the other shone in the moonlight.

“You’ll see.”

“This is all very cryptic.”

He smiled, showing teeth this time. His cheeks rounded. His hair had grown deliciously long and it fell in his eyes in such an attractive way. It was hard for you to be mad at him for anything right now.

You both happened quickly upon a small, secluded beach at the lake. Laid sprawled out on what looked to be a thick blanket, Jungkook was gazing up at the stars. Another thick roll of blanket lay close by.

“Where did you get such nice duvets?” Tae asked as he walked to the edge of Jungkook’s extremely comfortable spot on the ground.

“From the house.” Jungkook’s eyes shined with the lights of the stars above him. You hadn’t seen them this clear and rested in such a long time. It looked good on him.

“Yea, but from where in the house?”

Jungkook sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “If you must know, I stole them from Jin and Hobi’s beds, but you know damn well they’re not going to sleep any time soon. That’s why they both look like half-baked bread in the morning.”

Tae couldn’t disagree. “I brought a guest.”

You laughed as Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up.

“Nice to meet you, noona,” he said with mock formality.

Tae let go of your hand as you dropped to your knees beside Jungkook. You leaned over quickly, placing your lips against his. It had felt like forever since the last time you kissed him. Sometimes you’d see them from afar. You saw the way Jungkook abused the punching bag and you felt it in your gut. You had spent the rest of your day with your head buried in a book trying to forget the scene entirely. He moaned softly and he gently held your head as he deepened the kiss.

“I missed you,” he said when he finally let you pull away.

“I missed you, too.”

“Not me?” Tae asked as he fell to Jungkook’s other side. He turned to his back to gaze up at the sky. His dark hair shone with strands of white light and it almost made him look celestial.

“Of course.” He knew you did, of course. He had seen the way your face light up when you were finally face to face in your room. He felt it in his heart when his hand enveloped yours. The connection between the three of you was tangible and strong.

“I can see how this is fit for me, though,” you began as you laid your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around you, “It’s very peaceful.”

“And beautiful,” Jungkook said with a kiss to your forehead. “Just like you.”

He still managed to make you blush. You didn’t miss the movement of his hand as he reached towards you, slightly adjusting his body in your direction. His fingers skimmed carefully along the top of your sweats before he dipped his cool hand inside. He sighed the same time you gasped.

“So warm,” he said while he pressed his hand against your skin.

“Your hands are cold as fuck,” you seethed.

“Shhh, it’ll be fine soon.” He pushed his hand a little further, dipping his fingers once more under the waistband of your underwear. “We brought you here because it’s such an amazing place to worship you.” His voice was nearly a whisper now.

“What?”

His fingers slid a little further, cresting over your mound, and then he placed two cool fingers on your clit. He rubbed small, gentle circles on you and your hips twitched involuntarily. He rubbed his nose up the side of your face and placed a kiss to your temple.

“You’re alone all day without us. We want you to know that we never forget about you.” His lips skimmed your cheek as he spoke. Chills went down your spine.

He rubbed a little harder and then moved, pushing the same two fingers inside of you. His mouth was over yours once more, tongue exploring as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

Behind Jungkook, Tae had been for the most part satisfied in watching this unfold. But you began to moan as Jungkook kissed you and your back arched beautifully even under your layers of clothes. His mouth watered and his dick was getting harder and harder. There was still space on the other side of you so he moved quickly. He was beside you, now wanting to be just as attentive as Jungkook. Jungkook broke the kiss to look at Tae.

“We could make her come together,” he said as his eyes traveled down to his own hand hidden in your sweats but obviously keeping his rhythm inside of you.

Tae took the cue. His cool hand was now a stark contrast against your skin. This time the difference in temperature was a welcome relief to you. He moved two fingers beneath Jungkook’s palm and began working them over your clit.

You cried out, overtaken by the pleasure of both them touching you this way. Tae’s mouth captured your moans this time as Jungkook concentrated on making sure his slender fingers brushed just right against your g-spot. You clung to both men as if your life depended on it. Your body tingled and flushed with heat. The woods around you were quiet, but dense. Any sounds from this beach were swallowed by the evergreens and the underbrush. The cool night air laid its cool presence on the exposed skin of your forehead. When all you wanted to do was cry, you let the tears stream down your face as you fell further and further into the pleasure. You didn’t even have all your clothes off yet. Jungkook captured Tae’s lips as he leaned across you. You wanted to watch through the blur of your tears. You tried to at least. Jungkook was biting and nipping at Tae’s bottom lip, but neither stuttered in their actions. You came in an explosion of light and actual stars. The night sky seemed to become a little brighter in that moment. The moon watched silently overhead as your body shuddered with the release. Your mind clouded.

Tae kissed your forehead. Jungkook kissed your cheek before he moved to remove your pants. You gasped as the cool night air hit your bare legs and the wetness between them. You shivered for a second and hugged yourself, drawing your legs in close.

“Baby, let me help you,” Jungkook said as he placed a reassuring hand on your calf. You weren’t sure what he meant but you relaxed anyway. He pulled your legs straight and then apart, putting himself between them. He dipped low, bringing his face to your somewhat dripping pussy. They hadn’t made you come enough times for that yet. He licked up your center and you shuddered from the over sensitivity.

Behind you, Tae slid both of his hands into the oversized neck of your sweater, pinching and twisting your nipples in a way that had you moaning with new arousal dripping on Jungkook’s tongue. He moaned as the sweet taste of you coated his tastebuds. His tongue flicked against your clit as he wrapped his forearms around your thighs. This way, it was easier for him to pull you harder against his face as he ate you out. Tae pulled at one of your nipples and then slapped your breast. He soothed his hand over the spot when you cried out, cooing as your eyes watered. He leaned down, hands still in your sweater, and kissed you upside down. You had no idea how he knew, but he guided the kiss perfectly. The movies made it look easy; Tae made it easier. His hair tickled the underside of your chin and when you opened your eyes, you were able to see his strong neck. You had probably spent more hours of your life looking at Tae’s neck than you have eating.

Jungkook’s tongue was inside of you now, lapping up your arousal spilling a font of sweet water. He enjoyed every second of this, but his hard cock rubbing on the inside of his pants was almost torture. Your moans floated on the air with the sounds of the night birds. It fit in perfectly with their song. Jungkook gave two, long torturous licks up your center before he sat up.

“Maybe we should give her more.” He was making a statement, but you heard the finality in his voice. There was no room for questioning.

Tae moved his hands and sat you up.

“You think you can take both of us in that pretty pussy?” Tae asked deeply as he pushed your chin up with the tip of his finger.

You gulped and nodded. Of course, you could. You had done it before. Tae removed only his pants as well, opting to forgo having his entire body be exposed to the cold. He laid back on the duvet, pumping his cock in his hands. He was already half hard anyway. Jungkook needed no prep as he stepped out of his pants. He was already red and leaking.

“Backwards,” Tae said as you crawled over.

You did as you were told. With Jungkook’s help, he held your hand to steady you as he watched you sink down on Tae’s cock. You held onto his knee, squeezing tightly as you adjusted to his size. It had been quite some time since you had last had sex. Jungkook knew you’d need a few so he sat back on his knees between Tae’s spread legs. His eyes were transfixed on where Tae’s cock disappeared inside of you. Tae grasped your waist firmly and set both feet firmly before starting a pace. You moaned and quivered, clenching hard around him.

“Relax, baby,” Tae said through clenched teeth.

You took a deep breath and let out an exhale. Tae moved slowly and you gasped at each short thrust. When his hips began to move a little faster, Jungkook was fascinated by how quickly you became so creamy around his cock. He reached out, gathering it. You looked down to watch him as he slid his slick fingers over your clit. He looked up at you, eyes shining in the darkness, and then his lips were on yours once more. He rubbed his fingers over you and soon you were crying again. Your body warmed again as Tae’s skin slapped against yours. The waves moved gently onto shore barely making a sound. The wind picked up, rushing a welcome breeze over the sweat on your brow. Tae slow imperceptibly, knowing you were ready. Jungkook rubbed the head of his cock over your clit purposefully. He held it firmly in his hand as he teased you mercilessly. Tae’s unwavering stamina kept on you the edge of tipping. Then he slowed even more, keeping your pleasure steady as Jungkook pushed in on top of him.

This time you couldn’t stop when you cried out. Yes, the stretch wasn’t going to be comfortable, it never was. It wasn’t every day that you had two dicks inside of you. But you knew on the other side of this, something great was about to happen to you. Jungkook guided his cock with his hand while the other cupped your cheek. He soothed you by whispering praises into your ear and placed kisses atop your warm cheeks. He kept moving once he was fully inside, making sure to coat himself enough so he wouldn’t hurt you.

All of you were in tune with one another in a way you had never been with anyone else. They set a rhythm that was like the smoothest choreo. If the moon fell out of the sky right now you wouldn’t even have noticed. Your mind blanked as you anchored yourself on your hands behind you, leaning back in a way that had both of them hitting your g-spot. Your head fell back, hair spilling into Tae’s face as he gripped you tighter and fucked you harder. Jungkook leaned forward, keeping his in sync pace with Tae, and pushed your sweater up and attached his lips around your nipple. He sucked and nibbled until your body was practically convulsing between them. Your muscles twitched and seized in preparation of your impending orgasm.

The stars above you blurred together in one swirling mass, but the moon was at the helm of totally blinding your vision as you came; its bright light shining down on all three of you.

“Fuck.” You barely heard Jungkook as he came with a strangled moan. He continued fucking you as his cum seeped out around them.

“Jungkook keep doing that.” Tae was breathless beneath you and you felt his muscles tense in his legs. “Shit. Yes. Fuck. Yes.” He came hard in a release that seemed to be pent up for some time. His entirely body seemed to give up and relax completely.

Shakily, you laid back against his chest as Jungkook pulled out. You moved your hips so that Tae’s cock slid out easily afterwards. The amount of cum coming out of you right now was not new to you, but it always felt a little strange.

Jungkook reached for the other rolled blanket and quickly unfurled it. The cold began to seep in as it cooled the sweat on your body. Rolling off of Tae, you welcomed the extra blanket as you snuggled against him. Jungkook moved in behind you, trapping you between the both of them.

“We’ll take you somewhere. Just us. Where we can take you out in the sun, too,” Jungkook said as he kissed the back of your neck.

You sighed contentedly. The night birds were beginning to quiet down some. The waves still moved quietly onto shore.

“Being with you under the stars is enough, too; it’s just different lighting.”

[chaoticmotherofall]

"Just leave me alone, Cas, I’m not worth it"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41823915

Dean is finally where he belongs... on his knees before Castiel.

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Castiel is furious, a raging dragon as he searches for Dean. The hunter had foolishly stormed out of the bunker during a particularly heated argument. His behavior has been even more erratic than usual lately, ever since Michael had possessed him. No matter what Sam, Jack or Castiel did or said, Dean pushed them away with vicious words and sheer rejection, spiraling deeper into depression.

Hours fly by as Castiel hunts. A call from Sam, the Impala’s GPS tracker pinged in a small town outside Hays. From there, it only takes minutes for Castiel to find him in a condemned house… and less than a second for his rage to rise to wrath at the sight he sees.

Dean’s naked, on his knees, littered with bruises and bleeding, tears staining his cheeks.

But the creature who stood over his hunter is the target of Castiel’s outrage. Gizel is an Angel, barely, outcast eons ago for his sadistic treatment of humans, his very presence speaks to true horrors.

Gizel has the sheer audacity to laugh, “Well looky here, the mighty Castiel came to play.”

“Leave. Now .”

“Aw, what’s wrong? Looking jealous there, brother . I did nothing Winchester here didn’t ask for. Hell, this fuck toy begged for it.” His smirk dripped with putridness.

Castiel’s eyes flare with his Seraph power, his wings rising and spreading, ready to smite the sadistic scum. The abomination is a very low-tier celestial being, he’s no match for Castiel on any level. He flees, disappearing immediately.

Dean hasn’t moved, still staring at the floor and shaking.

“Dean! What are you doing?”

A choked sob pours out, then, “Leave me alone, Cas. I’m broken. Just… leave me the fuck alone.”

Tapping down him anger, Castiel moves in front of the man he loves, squatting down to catch his eyes. “Talk to me, Dean. Let me help you.”

Dean turns his head away, “I don’t deserve your help. Can’t. I don’t deserve you.”

“What, that vile abomination deserves you, but I don’t?”

The sharp words rattle the hunter, “What?”

“You think so little of me that you won’t accept my freely offered help. Instead you beg it of someone so horrible?”

“No, that’s not…”

Castiel snaps, seeing red, “You will not grovel on your knees for anyone else ever again, Dean. You will never again allow or beg another angel to touch you. Nor a creature of any species. I will smite everyone who dares touch you.”

Even as the man gasps, Castiel grabs his face and heals him. Dean leaned into his hand for a moment and then recoiled, resisting the healing grace, denying being healed. Csatiel’s not having it, just grabs his hair and holds him still as every cut, bruise and leaking fluids are cleared away.

“If you insist upon this masochism, you will stay on your knees for me. Only me.”

Dean pulls back further, a look of panic and something heady courses his face. “Just leave me alone, Cas, I’m not worth it.”

“You WILL obey me, Dean,” Castiel snarls out. “You will worship me on your knees, as you should have since the moment we met.”

Quivering now, the golden hunter is shaking in fear and awe. He stays still as the angel drags a chair over, manifesting a large cushion and dropping it in front of the chair.

Castiel shrugs off his trenchcoat and jacket, loosening his blue tie and unbuttoning the top two of his dress shirt. When he settles into the chair, he’s watching Dean closely.

“Get on the pillow, Dean. Now.”

Dean hesitates, still not making eye contact. He finally obeys, slowly crawling and kneeling between the angel’s legs. He stares at the floor still, waiting for long minutes as Castiel looks him over, peering into his soul.

Castiel uses one hand to pull Dean’s head forward, resting his cheek on his thigh. Holding him there, Castiel cards through the softly golden brown hair, petting him. His thigh feels wet from the hunter’s dripping tears, then his fingers feel the same as he pets soothingly across Dean’s face and neck.

Time passes slowly as Dean releases his pain, finally slipping into a near trance, allowing himself the comfort and closeness. His eyes are closed and his breathing is even, he’s calm.

“Dean.” The man hardly stirs, so Castiel deepens his voice and gently tugs at his hair, “Dean.” The beautiful mossy green eyes drift open, a small sigh slipping out when he meets Castiel’s cerulean ones. “Sit up and put your hands on your thighs. Stay.”

Castiel waits for him to listen, a wash of pride flooding through when his beloved again obeys. Unzipping his pants, he tugs his heavy cock out, watching the hunter’s eyes widen and stare before frantically looking away.

“Look at me, Dean,” demanding those eyes on him again. “You will watch me.”

Following the command, Dean’s eyes flash up to his, then down to Castiel’s hand as he slowly strokes himself. The angel jacks off just inches from Dean’s face, making no move to touch him, just pleasuring his own cock while he watches the man.

He’s close already, the rampant emotions and, despite the previous situation , the sheer sight of Dean’s glorious body on display have his big cock twitching. Needing those eyes on his, “Dean.” When the beautiful man’s eyes meet his, Castiel’s head drops back and he cums hard, ribbons of seed pouring over his hand, slicking his final strokes.

As he settles down, Dean’s own breathing has picked up pace, shallow pants. Dean’s flushed, licking his lips repeatedly.

Castiel just waits and watches.

“Cas… Cas, could I, uh, please… clean you up?

A small smile back to his beloved, “You may.”

[herstarburststories]

Make Me Yours

Day 4 of Kinktober: Body Ownership

Day 4 of Suptober: Branded

Pairing: Michael!Dean x reader

Summary: Michael wants you to be his.

A/N: I swear I'm not that pornography on daily basis I'm even more, but branding is very kinky here. I also strongly support you listening to False God while reading. @itsangelpie @deanmonandnegansbitch, this is the Michael one I was talking about xD

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, p in v, bit of power play, marking, brief fingering, grace

CATCH UP KINKTOBER & SUPTOBER

Michael enjoyed leaving a trace behind like any other powerful celestial.

Once, the loyal son convinced himself that it was because he wanted, not only humans, but his siblings, father, and any other being to know that he could be a savior like he was built to be. No matter what, he was a righteous warrior who would do anything his beloved father wanted him to. He was a perfect soldier, earning nothing but pride and all the head pats possible. 

At least, that was before. It was back when Michael thought that God truly loved him and that he had a bigger purpose than gaining adoration from his fragile humans to overthrow Lucifer — his little brother, the archangel that was thrown away like a rough draft. Now, Michael couldn't care less about living up to his goody two shoes reputation. He didn't care about his brothers and sisters either, much less the humans. The archangel wouldn't say that he hated them like Lucifer foolishly did. His brother was wrapped in a bubble of jealousy that was almost embarrassing. No, breakable things didn't deserve attention. Michael just didn't care about them or their little world. All of his heaven-made goals had melted into one thing to look forward to — getting Chuck back to kill him.

So what if he had to burn a couple of dimensions and their human inhabitants? That was just an unfortunate side effect of Chuck’s little creations being the only thing that could catch his attention.

Burn a book? Get the author’s fury.

Michael was more than satisfied with the idea of leaving a trace of calamitous fire behind. It was such a beautiful legacy that would put fear into the atmosphere of the universe, and Michael would be God. He would be better one — the evolved version of what he’d always been as an archangel.

The torn holes of vulnerability inside of him had only grown wider, gaping into an open wound when his father left him as though Michael were as useless as a broken toy. That wicked, selfish side said it was because he wanted everyone to know how terrible he can be — fear him so no one will ever be close enough to hurt him again. 

Terror had worked better than adoration for millenniums. 

The archangel is good with that. Unlike his father, Michael's ego is as big as the amount of blood in his hands, not the people on their knees or the number of démodé cathedrals to worship him in the name of a bible that he never wrote. He doesn't need humanity’s adoration.

You bit your bottom lip to contain a smile, glancing at him. Michael could read from your mind and erratic heartbeat that you were both excited and curious about what was going to happen. Yet, he didn't need to. He knew your body — that perfect body — very well by himself with no help of his powers.

Correction: he needs one human's worship.

As mentioned beforehand, powerful beings like to leave a trace behind for multiple reasons: marking their territory like a big dog, making a point to gain respect through terror, or boosting their self-confidence. 

“Get on all fours, little one.”

For the first time, Michael wanted to make someone a living reminder of him. He wanted to mark a human for being his: you.

You were obedient, quickly moving to the position that he had asked. You can hear Michael humming in satisfaction, moving in such a quiet way that you almost feel surprised when he placed his hand on your back.

Michael watched your body with care, his fingers dancing with tenderness on your skin. He used to believe that a vessel was everything a human body was worth. Sex was a foreign concept, nothing but an earthling’s attempt not to feel alone — if they weren't fighting, they were fucking. It got boring after the first few centuries.

And then, you happened.

“So marvelous, little one.” His words were laced with gruffness, startling a whimper out of you. “All of this…” He held your waist and pulled you back swiftly. You gasped, feeling his hardness against your ass. Michael didn't slide in, but he kept rubbing himself on you. “All of you…” One of his hands slid down your body, making way for his fingers to catch your sweet spot. You were so warm and wet: there was nothing on Heaven, Earth, or Hell as splendid your needy cunt. “Who do you belong to, Y/N?”

“To you, Michael. I belong to you. Please.” You should be ashamed of begging so early, but how could you judge yourself? Michael's hard cock behind you, making your ass dirty with precum along with two fingers inside your pussy and his possessive words stewing inside your head — you were still just a human, after all. “I need you.”

It was blissful, to have someone he was enchanted by to worship him as the Sabaeans did to the stars.

“Patience is a virtue, little one.” The archangel wore a proud smirk, adding another finger into your wet mess. You groaned in response, pressing your hips to his pelvis in an obvious attempt for more.

Michael's cock welcomed the growing arousal, dropping more precum than before and twitching. It was difficult not to give himself any relief, but he had to teach you a lesson before taking you again. Religion came with strict rules.

He pulled away from you, grabbing your neck from behind only to push your head on the bed. Your cheek to the mattress made it was painfully easy for reality to sink in: the archangel’s fingers on your bare skin, his fingers that were inside you. There was something uniquely blasphemous about sinning like this.

“You take what I give you, and you're grateful for that. Understood?” He howled, tightening his hold on you. “I picked you.”

“Yes, master.” The two words fought to leave your mouth before ultimately escaping. You know you should be afraid, but your soul refuses to welcome any feeling other than excitement. Michael didn't even use his grace yet. He wouldn't hurt you: at least, not enough for you to suffer. Everything he did to your body was a blessing.

“Good.” He exhaled, letting go of your neck. The archangel had been way too patient, and you waited long enough. You dared turn your head to look at him, and Michael was divine. His gorgeous body was crouched with his knees on the bed while he patiently observed you. His length was large and rock hard against your leg. You just wanted to give him release. “Like what you see?”

You gulped, nodding furiously. The archangel chortled before he slid his cock inside you without any other warning.

You let out a shamefully loud scream. What else could you do? His cock was fucking its way inside you, cleansing your body with the prayer of being everything you could ever need or want: to feel holy, to feel full. Michael grunted, grabbing your hips to pull you closer, and you moved back and forth in sync with him. Soon, the bed was the one clamoring with noise. Both of you became hollow when you were like this — hungry, craving for something to fill up your empty pieces.

Michael was the right hand of God, the protector — whatever treasures he chose to deify would be eternal because he could make it happen. And for Heaven, he adored you.

His cock found your G-spot, and his grace flooded into your veins as if it was meant to be there. Your walls were tighter and tighter around him, and you couldn't wait to feel his load inside you, marking you from inside. There was a wash of glowing pleasure in your body. You had never felt so light before. This felt like the precipice of your glorified religion, and God, you could make a church out of this.

“That's it, my love.” Michael moaned, his eyes bright blue as he fucked himself into you. You bit the pillow to keep another scream down. He squeezed your waist. There was something burning in your bones with a painful pleasure as his hand glowed. He was branding you as his, writing his symbol all over your soul, bones, and heart. And you were enjoying every single ache of it. “Cum for me. I want to hear you coming for me.”

He may be a false god, but he certainly brought you to heaven.

Your lips parted into a moan as your juice came all over his pulsating cock, and Michael came inside you in a rush. Everything hurt as if he had rearranged your bones, but it was as comfortable as if they were all snapped back together in the right places. You fell on the bed out of exhaustion, wondering if you'd live to see another day. All of you seemed to be on fire, much more than the other times. Your pussy was pulsing, and you could smell him all over your skin. He had made your body his. You were his.

Michael pulled away from you, a lopsided grin on his lips as he glanced at his possession. The archangel laid down, pulling your tired body to him. You clung to Michael while trying to breathe properly. What had just happened?

“Wh — What was that?”

“I marked you, little one.” Michael gave you a devilish grin while his eyes shone a dazzling blue. He was the apocalypse of your soul, and you couldn't wait for the sweet destruction. “Now, everyone will know that you are mine. Your pussy, all your body, and your soul. You belong to me, Y/N.” He had everything now. The world and you. He was ethereal. “I'm your god now.”

You made an altar out of him, and you'd always be a loyalist to this love, no matter the sacrifices you'd have to do for this. 

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Aligned - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Revelations

Zelda x Reader (slight nsfw)

For Chapter 1, click (here)

As you reached the threshold of the forest's edge, you smile quietly, admiring the Academy as you brush the dirt off the soles of your feet. Replacing your shoes, you make your way back inside. It was upon re-entering its quarters that you remembered your first unholy mass was this witching hour. You had never been to one before, let alone participated in group worship - aside from the ancestors that occasionally surfaced to join you. You felt preceding all that the Goddess had just given you, it felt right to listen in gratitude to an oncoming sermon. What a powerful time to psiphon these overwhelming waves of serenity and gratitude, to return it to the Goddess in worship. It wasn’t yet close to darkness; however the forest had embraced you through late afternoon. You felt it appropriate to retire to your quarters for some much needed  rest before the long night's engagements. You had so much to feel thankful for, and though it didn’t always reside in you quite this way, you were grateful for the safety and honor you felt so powerfully in this moment. Your slumber came easy to you, drifting easily like quiet rippling mist rolling in, or perhaps a chorus of restful waves, retreating to the shore after a spectacular sunset. You had felt like you’d rested for centuries, and awakened with ease and tranquility.

As the moon pulled itself into the sky, you bathed to scarlet candles, adorning yourself with your ash silken robe, readying for the sermon. You left the door open, so the moon’s rays from the bedroom window could reflect its beauty in rippling rays upon the anointed waters. Sipping a warm cup of black coffee felt right after the relaxing rest of the blessed bath. You could feel your senses reattuning with your growing wakefulness, and attention to detail, as you made your face. Massaging soft, scented oils in your moist skin, you felt your senses awaken. Rosemary, notes of pomegranate, and warm citrus dewed your skin with an indulgent radiance.You applied light makeup, and ran a comb through your hair before dressing. The subtle movements you made, entranced your hair to curl in natural drying ringlets. You felt so at ease when your routine was drawn by intuition. It guided you in a way that felt delectable; like running your fingers across a silk ribbon or following a lover down a hall in the dark. The past few days had felt so magical, and you found yourself feeling particularly excited for the night’s worship. Though you didn’t think of yourself as illicitly religious, your dedication to the Goddess could be seen that way. In all reality, it was the deepest friendship you had ever known. Until you began to look at it is a relationship, you realized you hadn’t grown to love an overpowering being of control. Your reality had become humbled and tender at the Goddess you had taken time to understand and listen to. She had always yearned for you to see yourself as she did., with unconditional love.

 After slipping on your dark chamise, and a richly colored saffron tunic, you felt your fingers draw towards a rich Juniper overtunic. It had been one you yourself embroidered with fine golden thread upon the sleeves and collar. Twining ivy, ornate and caring was weaved with intricacy, framing the fabrics edge. You looked at yourself in the reflection of your cup before finishing the last sip. You could hardly recognize yourself, wondering if your closeness of presence to the Goddess today had transformed you. In all reality and in goodness of nature, you had given yourself permission to be you, and that was divinely beautiful - that of quintessence. 

You dawned a matching skirt, of rich wine to that of your undertunic. Your waist fashioned with a simple braided leather. 

Before you made your way to mass, you took a deep calming breath, conscious to surround yourself mentally with a vibrant white light. You felt it radiate from your center, before letting it permeate your every cell, surrounding yourself in a circle of pooling light. The outskirt, you envisioned vibrant violet flames, dissolving any negativity. Anything of ill intent that did not serve you or the highest good. This was one of the first things you had been taught to do, always. Anytime you remembered to do so, you followed this, and considered it not only a cleansing and purification cantrip, but a protective measure. It felt only proper before going to a holy… or unholy place.

As you entered the consecrated church, you found yourself unalone, other warlocks and witches alike making their way towards the building. You had been given directions, though now you realized they were hardly needed, as everyone in the entire coven, or of Magic in Greendale seemed to be traveling here. As you entered the church, you found a seat on the outskirts of the aisle in the front row. You wanted a bit of privacy, as not to draw attention. Also you yearned to be as close as possible as to not miss a word of what was to be spoken this witching hour.

You had managed to completely forget somehow that your High Priestess would be in front of you, leading the sermon. She was at a distance too close for it to be obvious you were entranced, but also close enough to witness her breathing between words. As she made her way to the front of the coven she cleared her throat, silencing the room as her presence always did. There she stood before you, rich copper hair in a few perfect ringlets, her skin like freshly cooled porcelain, or that like the moon herself. She wore one of her classic fashioned dresses, likely from the early 1900’s. The raised fabric extenuating her shoulders would have made your knees weak. You couldn’t lay your finger on what had you come undone in her presence so effortlessly, only that the Goddess had reminded you it was her will, her intention for you to unravel. At that you blushed, transfixed and content watching her blood red lips, forming each word as to address the coven. She mentioned you, and you quickly returned to reality becoming attuned to what she was saying. 

“Lillith has dawned our coven with not only a new statured and powerful witch for our ranks, but also our newest Professoress, Miss Y/N.”

She did not gesture towards you, which you were relieved, not wanting to draw any sort of attention during the hour of your Goddess. There were a few whispers amongst the students, but nothing Zelda looked scolding about. 

“She will have much to teach us in the times to come and I think it would be in your best judgement to listen to her prowess, and see what the Goddess is trying to show you.” 

She pulled her lips tight, as to shoot daggers at Dorcus. snickering amongst her sisters. The girl dropped her smile and straightened obediently.

 “This precisely, leads us to the subject of our sermon. Guidance by the Goddess’ will”. 

At that, the room hushed. With the group having been dedicated to the will of the dark lord for generations, all that was to come out of  Directrix Spellman’s mouth was unheard of. You found your stomach growing hot and curious with anticipation as to what the woman would say. Zelda held a hand to her tightened abdomen, gesturing with the other as she began to speak. 

“As you all know, this coven and generations of Witches have gone by not the will of our own, but the will of our- the Dark Lord” 

She corrected herself, not faltering at the alteration, but reminded of the Hell on Earth arth they had gone through.

 “In mind of the Goddess, we are reminded that her wisdom predates his very presence. For some of what he would’ve considered to be true, also falls into her will. The idea of life and divinity is that guided by the heart - of one’s innermost desires. Something I am sure many of you are familiar.” 

Nicholas Scratch looked at his feet guiltily, trying to hold back a flush as the three sisters giggled, knowing some of his past lustful inquiries.

 “Though desire was a facet aligned with the Dark Lord, something many of you-” 

she seemed to be referencing everyone but you

“Are familiar with. In exchange for power, and ability to act on your every desire, we gave him our will. Whereas the Goddess does not want our will. 

Though I dare not speak for her, I have come to learn she wants not our will for her own, but for us to understand our own will. Truth being a key, a gift to our natural success on the physical plane. To take the time to experience our emotions, our feelings, our darkness, and our loving vulnerabilities. It is the Goddess who wants us to feel and experience, to expose our desires deliberately and separate them from our shame. Our guilt.

In fear, we are spending our energies dwindling on our doubts. How our instincts could be wrong or go wrong - rather than executing our full energy, our complete power to that which we will.

As many of you know from our basic teachings, it is what we are trying to accomplish, and how much we believe in it that is aligned directly with magic, and helps to successfully execute a spell. The power of divine self, however, is a source of power ingrained in every single one of us. It has been with us since the moment we were born. We all have wants and desires do we not?”

Members lulled, but began to nod, it was as if something was clicking in each witch as she continued to speak. 

“Rather than begging the Dark Lord for his mercy and his power - our powers, the Goddess shows us that the power was already within us. We come from a bloodline dating directly back to Lilith herself. The very first witch in existence. Lucifer was a celestial. As unholy and as grandiose his powers were, they were not his own. But of the God he had so been damned by.” 

Zelda could hardly believe these words were even leaving her mouth, though she knew them to be true. She had followed the dark lord with such dedication and veracity - but even she knew there was truth to her words. 

“The Goddess does not physically allow us our powers - the Goddess shows them to us. She reminds us who we are: created in divinity. Given life by the very essence that is her own.

And she reminds us, that when we take out the fear and the doubt and the shame in our thoughts, that have been instilled genetically and societally by both the christian god and our Lucifer alike - when we stop wasting our energy on that uselessness - we become able to concentrate our life force, our magic, in its entirety, to our will.”

After a pause, several members of the unholy congregation stood, an eruption of clapping waved over the group coven many shook and nodded their heads in revelation. Zelda had felt her heart leap in her chest. A response this dedicated had never been expressed so directly in the teachings of the dark lord. This was speaking as it was about, directly to the hearts and the souls of the coven.

“Think about it.” she continued, pausing to place both hands on her podium. “Didn’t the dark Lord prey on your fears? Your biggest insecurities, the guilts that ate you alive? Imagine how much power he took from you. The magic he kept from you all because you indulged in fear and insecurity - that did nothing to serve you. Not once.”

As she continued, you felt as if she was speaking the truths of your heart. The Goddess had willed this. These were revelations you had had from years in private communion with the Goddess. Something when you had spoken about it in religious historical contexts, people looked at you as if you had three heads. Though they were mortals, and some left with a new perspective on life, this woman was speaking to you, sharing the wisdom that made up all you believed to your very core, to your center. You stood with the crowd, clapping silently with a warm smile on your face. She had glanced towards you once during the sermon, and though most would think it was at the intensity of her speech, you knew she became flushed at your visual approval. 

Though you had an undeniable attraction to her before now, in this moment it felt like you could love her. That with each gaining second you experienced her, a fondness grew in your spirit simply from her presence. You never would’ve thought someone could understand as you did. It had been such an isolating factor in your existence for so long. Though, something that made you feel especially tied to the Goddess, it was also isolating. You had stopped searching for confidants or even friends when you realized none of their presences or conversations satisfied you the way your growing understanding of the Goddess did.

As the sermon came to an end, it seemed the Coven was revitalized with new life. A bustling aura blanketing the crowd as they flocked to one another before making their way back towards the Academy. You dared not approach her there, but your eyes caught one another as you exited the building, not willing to speak to anyone but her. Once you made it back towards the school, you took your time down the halls to listen to the echo of personal revelations from both faculty and students alike. You quietly, unnoticed it seems, made your way to the High Priestess’s office. You gave a quiet knock before you heard her voice hum contently 

“Come in”

She had just unbuttoned the top button of her collar, and was leaning against her desk as she fired her cigarette hungrily. She must have thought it would be Sabrina, or perhaps Hilda to encourage her for doing such a lovely job. But upon seeing you, she stiffened - if only just for a moment. She straightened her posture, leaning back on her free hand before greeting you. You had no idea if she was being purposefully seductive, but you definitely blushed at the gesture. She raised an eyebrow to you questioningly.

“Good Evening Directrix”

You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, leaning back on the door to shut it behind you

“That sermon was…-” 

You found yourself momentarily at a loss for words 

“Exquisite. If i am being quite honest with you” you said vulnerably “I’ve never heard anyone speak of the Goddess in the way I’ve known her before”

Your voice was quiet, almost trembling. She stood, taking a step towards you allowing a smile to surface. 

“I’m glad you deemed it acceptable”

Her words stung teasingly, as if she had not found impeccable pleasure in the earnestness of your compliment 

“I didn’t mean -” 

you began to clarify, before remembering, no shame 

“What I had meant-”

Before you could finish, she was dangerously close to you, lifting your chin with her left index. She exhaled a lungful of smoke, not in your face, but to encircle her form. Your heart was racing again, you now being unable to speak from her gaze 

“And who do you think I learned that from?”

 She questioned boldly, as if to reaffirm you in some way. To restore the vigor in words. 

She quickly turned away before reaching behind her desk to pull up your bag. She slapped a book against the table 

“You left your bag in my office. I wouldn’t be a very skilled Directrix if I didn’t implore the newest endearing member of my coven and academy. I was going to return it to you earlier, after I saw you in the Rotunda-”

she slipped the ornately carved journal back inside your back before handing it towards you 

“but you weren’t in your quarters”

You took a few steps forward, dumbfounded, hardly able to believe you had left something so important with her, let alone for several days. You had been so busy unpacking…

As you moved to take back your satchel and thank her, you suddenly realized how close you were to her. Your thighs were practically touching.

“How did you think I had learned such immaculate discoveries? To all of a sudden become so intimate -  with the Goddess herself? Requiring years of… dedicated council, and meditation I’m sure...”

Her words sent goosebumps across your body 

“Who would be capable of knowing such things, aside from yourself?” 

You realized now her lips were but a mere inch from yours. Her eyes traced you comfortably, as if they had so many times before. It was then, your will splintered. You couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her earnestly. A moan erupted, chorusing from your throats as you quickly wrapped your arms around her neck. She quickly gripped your waist, pulling your thighs together as she returned your kisses with devouring hunger. Her embrace was hard and tender all at once. Feverish, you would’ve sworn every inch of your skin was on fire as she touched you. You could feel her legs pulling you closer as she moved back to sit on top of the desk, pulling you willfully against her. You let out a desperate gasp before crashing into her; wet, needing kisses finding their way to the embrace of her mouth. 

After a few moments of desire, Zelda pulled away to whisper a quiet door locking spell. You took this opportunity to pull back just enough to look at her. Her eyes lustful and glazed with admiration for you. 

“I’ve never met anyone like you Zelda Spellman...”

When you pulled back, she took a steady breath, inhaling a drag of her still burning cigarette. Her fingers were only slightly shaking before she extinguished it in the ashtray beside her. 

“And yet the revelations of the coven were words of your mouth and not mine… and you are the one astonished?”

She then turned her full attention on you, giving you a look confounded and unnerving.

After she let that sink in for a moment, she touched your cheek, this time tenderly. She gazed into your eyes before pulling you to kiss her again,

 ‘Blessed be’.

[lilithsgayadoptednephew]

Holy Hands

Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!   Not Rated Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Other Complete Work

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Chapter 32

Even his home was foreign to him now.

Micheal stood in the largest hall of the largest Celestial realm house of worship. He'd been there multiple times a day every single day from the day he was created. It was the closest thing he had to call a home, but it held no joy for him now. No sanctuary.

He only thought of the human. The protective stance over their sister. The wild eyed stare through his. They stood against the ground with the strength and purpose of an oak, and threw the weakness the world forced on them to their feet like a scornful gift to a kneeling beggar.

It was said He created man in His own image. Only now did Michael see the resemblance. And those demons...those vermin of the realms, betrayers of the Father… they dare to corrupt one so holy. One so perfect and complete in their self and their heart.

How could one be so flawed? So inherently pure yet unfathomably corrupted that it draws an angel in like a month to a dangerous flame?

How could He have made someone such as this?

The answer came to him like shock of cold water.

For Michael.

It all made sense, the human was created for him. Michael had served and loved and obeyed the father so closely for so long that the father made someone just for him. Someone to test his faith, and reward him when he was successful in restoring them. Someone so beautiful they were fit for an angel such as himself. Someone he could keep and call his own for the rest of time.

MC was his Father's gift to him.

He was suddenly light-headed. Giddy like a child on Christmas morning. A human just for him, and not just that. A viable king among humans. The most incredible gift, a gift from the Father directly.

Quickly he left the cathedral, he had to tell them the good news. He had to find them and save them so they could finally come home to him. Come home and put his racing mind to rest. No longer would they be in servitude to the underworld, to Lucifer .

They would be in their rightful place, on their knees before him.

0The first priority after Micheal left was making sure Luke was ok. He was burning only a few moments ago, a fall from grace was never pretty after all. But he was gone, dissappeared like ashes on the wind.

They didn't have time to find him.

There were plans to make, people to gather, hideouts to find. They had to get moving, reluctantly, they had to leave Luke to whatever fate he found.

Returning to the Devildom was pointless, if they wanted to disperse the swarm of angels there they first had to address the leader. Michael had fled to the Celestial Realm.

The climb to the Celestial Realm wasn't easy for the demons, and it was even harder for the humans, but Micheal had left the gates open just a crack during his swift retreat. It was a mistake that would be their entrance.

The boys were so overjoyed to be back...it was hard to keep them on track.

Mammon almost never looked where he was walking, always with his head stooped downward to admire the gold paved floors. He held Acacia's hand as he ooh'd and ahh'd all the expensive and ornate decoration around them.

Acacia and MC had to shield their eyes from the sheer white light that permeated the realm. It was probably for the best, some of the things around them were not for human eyes to witness.

Even Lucifer was pulled from focus, his head whipped around and back to get a view of everything he'd missed. MC had never heard him so excited and unabashed as he described every landmark and told stories of his time as a young angel.

"I told each of the cherubs they could commit one sin so they could know to avoid it" he gestured wildly, almost like Acacia as he spoke fondly. "Ever diligent, they all went off to complete their task and I asked them what they did for their sin. They were so ashamed, but I told them they were forgiven and told each one to drink from the holy water. Right there at that fountain."

MC squinted through the light at the direction Lucifer pointed. They could almost make out the very edge of a large structure, but recognizing detail was futile. Lucifer was snickering, actually snickering, as he continued.

"Imagine my surprise when I asked the last Cherubim what sin they'd committed, and they said they'd peed in the holy water .

Acacia almost fell over laughing, who knew Lucifer had funny stories.

MC made a mental note to paint and write some of his stories, they were quite vivid.

Eventually they had to give up sightseeing in favor of finding a place to hide. If they were spotted the punishment would surely be worse than just being banished to the Devildom.

In the end Lucifer decided to contact an old friend.

Knock knock knock

"Hello sorry I'm very–"

"Hello Raphael."

The angel stared up in shock at the friends he'd thought he'd never see again. Raphael was a small man, almost as short as Acacia in fact, slim build that seemed to bend under the weight of the many scrolls he carried. He had long, curly black hair he wore in a low bun and round gold glasses that sat slightly crooked on the bridge of his nose.

"Wha– but I thought...Lucifer?" He asked awestruck.

"Raphael we need a place to stay, we cannot be found." Lucifer placed a hand on the angels door to keep him from shutting it on him. Raphael blinked before shaking his head to clear it.

"Lucifer you know I can't, no one can side with you since your fall." He readjusted the scrolls in his arms, almost dropping multiple. "Please I'm very busy with these medical records, I have to document everything you know." He started backing away from the door but Lucifer just took a step forward.

"I've never known you to turn someone away, it is what is most admirable about you." He pressed. The angel looked physically pained. "Please, I'm not asking you as an old friend, but as a desperate fugitive trying to keep his family safe." He indicated to his brothers, and the two innocent humans.

Rafael closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, and Lucifer knew he had won.

"Very well...you may rest here." Rafael walked away from the door leaving it open for the brothers and humans to follow.

0Rafael's house turned out not to be a house, but a hospital. An ER to be precise. Even in the large building there was hardly enough space for them to sit down. It was so crowded with patients in need of care. Rafael didn't speak to them for the rest of the day, mostly because he was too busy running from place to place answering call bells and ordering around fellow nurses.

Where Raphael looked small and almost frail when he'd answered the door, he exuded purpose as he fell into his element. Barking orders and bouncing from place to place.

As the night fell over the Celestial Realm the hospital seemed to only become more hectic, and Raphael showed no sign of slowing.

"When is the day done for him?" MC asked Lucifer from the corner of their mouth.

"Oh Raphael doesn't sleep" Lucifer laughed as if it was a silly question.

"What a life" they mumbled as they watched the LPNs buzz around like bees in a hive.

"He wouldn't have it any other way" Lucifer smiled.

By the time they found a place to rest a ways away from the commotion, the night had reached its apex. A familiar softness floated on the air and the distant cooing of an owl could be heard.

MC was getting better at sensing Michaels presence.

"Just show yourself and stop wasting my time" they sighed. Michael appeared from behind one of the sterile white walls of the building, wings still missing.

"Tsk tsk" he said as he approached. "Thinking you can hide right under my nose? MC this is my backyard."

"You gonna turn us in?" They shot back quickly, they knew the answer.

"No...I can't have your demons caught before you denounce them, then you'd be in trouble too and that's just not fair." He circled them as he spoke. "None of this is your fault, MC, this isn't you."

"You don't know who I am." They said matter of factly.

"But that's the beauty of it!" He raised his voice in childlike joy. "I do know the real you! Better than you do, you're but a fledgling after all. Because you were made to belong to me." He pulled a strand of their hair lightly as they spoke, admiring the shade as one might admire the teeth of a dog at a show. They were genuinely thrown by this statement.

"Belong to you?" They said incredulously.

"Yes, it all makes sense.” He closed his eyes as he explained his logic. "You're a test for me, a trial of my faith and my ability to save others." He looked at them far too fondly. "And the reward?" He tilted their chin up and they flinched. "You my Lamb. The scripture tells you to submit yourself to me, as is fitting in the Lord."

MC actually almost puked, they felt bile rise in their throat, but instead of letting it become vomit, they spat onto Michaels shoes. The decorated angel stepped back in shock.

"I will submit to neither, " they said coldly. He glared down at them.

"For now." He said simply "don't be afraid dear, you will understand in due time." With that he left them to their sleep.

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Alpha Centurion War:

Many Years Later:

https://youtu.be/D6DAbbn-H8w. 

“There is something coming out of the Breach and the Void!” On a video live streamed throughout the universe, multiverse, & omniverse something and someone flew out of the Breach and the Void. An ethereal and wraithlike being with a body with demon hide that was covered in fur, scales, & feathers was standing on the hull of a giant flagship. (Imagine the Sin Devil Trigger of Dante and Vergil and the Devil Bringer of Nero from Devil May Cry 5.) He/she/they were a celestial and stellar entity and divine and heavenly being with three sets of wings. He/she/they had an ethereal pair of gold and ivory angelic wings, a wraithlike pair of sapphire and ebony demonic wings, & a supernatural pair of ruby and charcoal fallen angel wings. He/she/they had a prehensile demon tail covered in feathers. His/her/their forehead had devil horns bathed in hellfire. His/her/their demonic arms were covered in scales and his/her/their demonic legs were covered in scales. He/she/they had clawed hands with opposable thumbs and clawed feet with opposable toes. He/she/they had a divine halo covered in holy fire. He/she/they were finally wearing a mixture of wraithlike divine and devil armor with a long violet cape. Strapped to the back of his/her/their divine and devil armor was an esoteric odachi two handed greatsword and a nodachi two handed broadsword. Strapped to the back of the devil and divine armor was a tachi long sword, strapped to the left hip was a katana, & strapped to the right hip was a wakizashi short sword. He/she/they were on top of a giant flagship. He/she/they were blazing scarlet, burning sapphire, radiating charcoal, glowing ivory, & smoldering gold. He/she/they are a celestial and stellar entity of courage, valor, heroism, honor, glory, altruism, compassion, & love. He/she/they are a divine and heavenly being of truth, justice, & wisdom. He/she/they exited out of the anomaly known as the Breach and the Void. Some of them dropped to their knees to worship him/her/them as a celestial and stellar entity or divine and heavenly being. He/she/they were wearing a full mask of a snarling red kitsune nine tailed fox demon that covered his/her/their face with mouth, nose, & eye openings. 

The witnesses in power armor asked,  “Who and what are you?” “I am the Celestial and Stellar Entity of the Breach and I am the Divine and Heavenly Being of the Void.” “I was born a metahuman and superhuman.” He/she/they were shapeshifting into his masculine male form, into her feminine female form, into their gender less nonbinary form, & into their androgynous genderfluid form. “I am a shapeshifter, metamorph, & changeling.” “While in this form I am currently a divine and heavenly being and a stellar and celestial entity.” In his/her/their clawed hand was a hard light nth metal halberd spear with dried blood. A spear with a blade forged with nth metal, adamantium, vibranium covered in element zero, kryptonite, inertron, & element x. The same one used to strike down the hero/heroine of the Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy and the Battle of the Milky Way Galaxy when the metahumans and superhumans of the universe, multiverse, & omniverse struck him/her/them down in the final reckoning. He/she/they then hurled the weapon now bathed in celestial, primordial, stellar, & divine fire at the feet of the metahumans and superhumans. “I was once known in the Alpha Centurion War as the Titan of War.” “The Aesir Valkyries of Asgard called me Warbringer.” “The Amazonians of the Roman and Greek Mount Olympus called me Titan Killer.” “I was known as the Champion of Terra, the Warlord of the Vega System, the Destroyer of the Polaris System, the Liberator of the Sol System, the Conqueror of the Andromeda Galaxy, the Devil of the Romulus Nebula, the Fallen God of the Zephyr Nebula, & Savior of the Milky Way Galaxy.” “I am the Vanquisher of the Forces of Evil and the Light Bringer.” “I am the Hero/Heroine of the Battle Of the Milky Way Galaxy and the Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy.” He/she/they exited out of their wraithlike and ethereal form. He/she/they appeared as a metahuman and superhuman changeling, shapeshifter, & metamorph in combat armor and a suit of power armor. 

Most of them dropped to their knees in joy. They then prostrated to swear fealty to him/her/them. “They said that you were dead.” “They said that you had vanished or disappeared.” “They said that you had abandoned us because we were not worth saving.” “They said you chose to forsake us because we were unworthy.” “But we never believed the rumors or gossip.” “We never lost faith and hope in you our hero and champion.” “We waited patiently for your return.” “To welcome you home from the Breach and the Void.” “The hero/heroine of the Alpha Centurion War.” “The vanquisher of the Forces of Evil.” “Our savior please we beseech you to save us.” “Please destroy the shadows that is the Shadow Government!” “Just like you destroyed the darkness that was the Forces of Evil.” He/she/they were in combat armor and were in a suit of power armor. His/her/their combat and power armor was damaged by a hard light nth metal halberd spear. In an act of dishonor and treachery he/she/they were dealt a mortal blow by the ones he/she/they swore to protect and defend. He/she/they were betrayed by the humans and metahumans of the planet, star systems, & galaxies after the Alpha Centurion War. “I am the leader and founder of the Elites and the Paragons.” “I am the Cambion Chimera, the Cardinal Changeling, & the Scarlet Shapeshifter (Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith).” “I am finally home.” The flagship opened its hanger bay as several people exited the flagship. Around him/her/them were their Indigenous wives, women of color wives, & alien extraterrestrial wives. His/her/their alien extraterrestrial wives were in combat armor and suits of power armor. His/her/their Indigenous wives were in combat armor and piloting walking tanks. His/her/their women of color wives were in combat armor and piloting mech suits. “Bring me Blue Bionic (Amelia Himmat Mishra), Wraithlike Wyvern (Chun Hei Kim), & Scarlet Soldier (Maysa Nabila Uzun).” “We have much to discuss in light of my long absence.”  

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Story Myths of Lord Ganesha

Whatsup everyone! We’re back with another article on Lord Ganesha. On the previous article on Lord Ganesha, we understand the God’s origin and how strong it is in Hinduism. Of course, such a strong deity would always have interesting stories. There are also morals to learn in each story so let’s read up this one about Lord Ganesha. 

1. Lord Ganesha brings River Kaveri to earth

The Kaveri is one of the most important rivers of South India. The story of the river birth is another tale of the ingenuity of the great god, Lord Ganesha. According to Hinduism mythology, there were three worlds a long time ago. Naming Swarga, Martya, and Narka. They were terrorized by a powerful demon named Surapadman. 

He conquered all the three worlds and the gods became his slaves. He even believes that he is the most powerful person in the three worlds and would claim that even Lord Indra is his slave. Lord Indra decided to escape from the terrible cell locked by Surapadman, to seek for help. In a suitable moment, he escaped and hid himself in Sirkazhi. He created a garden there and worshiped Lord Shiva to seek for his help knowing that he is the only deity that could help him with the three worlds. 

Not long after, Surapadman knew about the escape of Lord Indra and began to use his magical powers in search of him. When Surapadman learnt that Lord Indra was seeking help from Lord Shiva, he laughed and told his guards that Lord Indra should understand the extent of his power. He decided to show a sample of his might by summoning Lord Varun (God of the Oceans) and ordered him not to rain over the southern region. If Lord Varun disobeyed his words, Surapadman will have to destroy him. 

Hence, there was no rain over the south of India. Very soon the region experienced severe drought. Without water, the soil was parched and the scores of cattle dropped dead everyday. The people of the region suffered miserably. During that time, Agastya, the great sage made a visit to the South. He knew from the intense heat from the sun and the surroundings that there were no rain in that region for a long time. He knew he had to do something. 

The sage started his penance and Lord Brahman appeared in front of him. He asked if Lord Brahman could help save this region and Lord Brahman blessed him to make a visit to Lord Shiva for his help. Only Lord Shiva can start a new river to save this hot and dry land. Agastya thanked him and began his journey to Kailash (where Lord Shiva was supposed to be at) and after walking for many days, he finally reached his destination. 

Lord Shiva was delighted to see Sage Agastya and asked what brought him here. Agastya was describing how miserable the people were from suffering from the drought and pleaded Lord Shiva to be kind enough to release some water from the sacred Ganges. Of course, Lord Shiva wanted to redeem the dry land and end the agony of the countless living beings. He filled the kamandalu (water pot) with the water and passed it to Agastya. “Take this and travel southward, once you find a suitable spot, you can pour the water on the ground and a new river will be born at that very spot.” 

Agastya thanked Lord Shiva and began his journey southwards. Throughout his journey, he passed innumerable spots but none of them appealed to him. As the day passes by, the drought was growing more intense. Lord Ganesha was observing Agastya throughout his journey and knew he had to interfere before it was too late. 

Agastya had by now reached a place called Coorg and decided to take a rest from the scotching heat by placing the kamandalu on a rock and lay down beside it. The next moment, a large crow flew towards him and knocked the kamandalu down, causing the water to spill out. In utter dismay, Agastya stared at the water that was steadily flowing out of the vessel to the parched land. He was furious and cursed the crow. The large crow flew back and in a blink of a flash, it turned into Lord Ganesha. Agastya immediately knelt down and asked for forgiveness as he had not known that the large crow was Lord Ganesha. Lord Ganesha didn’t hold it against him and forgave him immediately. He told  Agastya to take a look at the land and how the water is flowing. The full fledged river was flowing wider and wider. Agastya had accomplished his mission with the help of Lord Ganesha and the river was thereby called Kaveri.

Admin: Pretty nice story on how the river was made. We believe there are different morals in this story, one of it is that every action happens for a good cause. So do not be worried even if something bad happens in your life, eventually there will be a good ending. Another moral we can learn from this is decision-making. At times, we miss out on an opportunity because we’re so busy focusing on when is the right time to start. Thus it is important to just start rather than to spend time choosing the right time to do so. 

2. Lord Ganesha teaches Kubera a lesson

Kubera, the god of wealth and celestial treasurer was very proud of his possessions. He once thought that there was no one who is equal to him in terms of wealth. Filled with pride, he wanted to parade his wealth in front of Lord Shiva. So in all his ignorance, he went to Kailash to find Lord Shiva. 

Upon finding Lord Shiva, he asked to accept his greetings before asking both Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati to visit his palace for a dinner. Lord Shiva was able to sense his intention and knew that the invitation was not out of love or devotion but out of pride. Lord Shiva decided to teach Kubera a lesson. He replied to Kubera that they were unable to attend his dinner as both of them were busy. And that he could instead send his son, Lord Ganesha, to come and visit Kubera’s palace. 

Upon knowing that Lord Ganesha was coming, he was very upset as he was thinking how a little boy would appreciate his magnitude of his wealth and riches. He had prepared numerous delicious food for Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati and was also thinking how much could a small boy eat? When Lord Shiva asked what he was thinking, he replied “Nothing my lord” and thanked both of them for allowing their son to visit his palace.

Lord Shiva gave a warning before he left which was that Lord Ganesha is a voracious eater. Kubera assured Lord Shiva that Lord Ganesha will be satisfied as he has plenty of food that could possibly feed an army. When both Kubera and Lord Ganesha reached the palace, Lord Ganesha seemed surprised and asked if the entire palace belonged to him. Kubera replied yes proudly and showed him around the palace. He then took Lord Ganesha to the dinning hall and Lord Ganesha was able to see huge golden cauldrons of rice, kheers, modhagas and a number of other delicacies. 

Kubera greeted him to sit down and had his servants serve the food. Lord Ganesha was happy and commented that the food was tasty. Kubera was very pleased with the comment. Soon the food prepared vanished very quickly as Lord Ganesha ate viciously. Kubera who saw this started to worry and asked if he had finished eating. Lord Ganesha replied that he was still hungry and continued to eat. Soon he finished the food given and the servants had to actually bring the food prepared from the kitchen to Lord Ganesha. Lord Ganesha began to feel impatient and went to eat raw rice, pulses, grains, vegetables and fruits. Kubera was shocked upon seeing this and told Lord Ganesha that his palace had ran out of food supplies.

Lord Ganesha became furious and started to devour the vessels, chairs and everything he saw. He even threatened Kubera that if he was unable to provide food for him, he will eat him up too. Kubera began to run to Kailash and drop down to his knees and begged both Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati to save him. Lord Shiva asked “Have you realized your mistake?” Kubera then began to think about his actions and asked for forgiveness that he will never be ignorant again. Lord Shiva was glad that Kubera realized his mistake and passed him a handful of puffed rice. Kubera fed Lord Ganesha with the puffed rice and asked for forgiveness. Lord Ganesha then took the puffed rice and blessed him. Kubera was thankful with tears full of joy.

Admins: Well this shows that one should never be proud of what he or she possess and also should never be jealous on someone’s possession. Be contented on what you have as at end of your life, whatever you possess can never be brought back to the dead. Also, there will always be someone better than you are and it’s always best to be humble and content. 

3. Goddess Parvati teaches Lord Ganesha a lesson

It was a beautiful day in Kailash. Nature boomed in all its beauty. Flower laden trees dropped their colorful blossoms gently on the green grass. The garden in Kailash was wonderful with colored flowers. Into this idyllic scene came Lord Ganesha, but he was no mood to admire the beauty of nature. Lord Ganesha was very bored at that moment as no one was playing with him. He tried to kick stones, chased butterflies and eventually got tired of these games too. He sat down on a large stone thinking what to do next. Suddenly he heard a sound coming from somewhere behind him. His eyes lit up as he saw the animal that was coming. It was a cat. Lord Ganesha stood up with excitement and caught hold of the cat. 

The cat wriggled and desperately tried to brake free but Lord Ganesha would not let it go. He hold up the cat and dropped it letting a loud growled from the cat. As soon as the cat wanted to run away, Lord Ganesha held the cat up again and dropped it. He repeated the process several times and even drenched the cat with mud. He grew tired of playing with the cat and decided to head back to the palace to find his mother, Goddess Parvati. Hoping to know that she was free to play with him. 

Upon stepping into Goddess Parvati’s chamber, he was very shocked to see his own mother to be wounded and her face, hands and hair were streaked with dirt. Lord Ganesha became furious and went to her side to ask who had hurt her.  As she was groaning in pain, she told him to forget about it. This made Lord Ganesha even more furious. “Who done this to you? How dare he?” Goddess Parvati began to explain how she was trying to play with a small boy by imitating as a cat. The small boy was tormenting her for several minutes and even pushed her to the mud. Lord Ganesha immediately thought of the cat he met before and was very sorry as he understood what his mother was trying to tell him. 

He begged for forgiveness and Goddess Parvati forgave him. She mentioned that one should never hurt an animal regardless of it’s size. 

Admins: I think the moral here is pretty straight forward, animals have every right to live in this world, just as humans do. So do not cause any injury or ill treat any animal. And also we learnt that god makes mistakes too!

4. How Ganesha Began to Travel on a Mouse

A long time ago there was a demon called Gajamugasuran, who wished to conquer the three worlds. He decided to receive blessings from Lord Shiva in order to obtain his desired power. He found a high mountain and at the top, he did his penance. Many years passed and Lord Shiva was extremely pleased with his devotion. He appeared in his eyes and asked what blessing was he asking for. 

Demon Gajamugasuran was very happy to see Lord Shiva and greeted him with joy. He then asked Lord Shiva to bless him on immune attacks from trident, axe, swords or any weapons that would hurt him. Lord Shiva agreed and blessed him. He felt an overwhelming power and laughed hysterically. Soon he created trouble across the three worlds and Devas (Gods, supernatural beings) suffered miserably in his hands. Lord Indra went to find Lord Shiva to seek for his help. When Lord Shiva knew about this situation, he told Lord Indra to calm down as he sent Lord Ganesha to put an end to Demon Gajamugasuran. 

Lord Ganesha followed the orders by his father and went straight to Demon Gajamugasuran. When both crossed their eyes with each other, Lord Ganesha immediately began to use different sort of weapons to attack him. Only to find that demon Gajamugasuran laughing at the futile attacks. Lord Ganesha did not hesitate to break his right tusk and threw it at Demon Gajamugasuran. The right tusk hang itself around the demon and it immediately turned into a mouse. This is how Lord Ganesha had his own vehicle which is a moving mouse.

Admins: One should not display his given strength for the bad actions, otherwise it will be stopped for the good.

5. Lord Ganesha’s victory

There was once where Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati were talking to each other and Narada (a vedic sage, very famous for story telling and a travelling musician), entered Kailesh. Lord Shiva welcome Narada and both of them greeted to each other. Narada told Lord Shiva about a precious fruit he had obtained and thought that Lord Shiva should have it instead of him. 

Lord Shiva accepted the food and thought for awhile. He decided to give his wife, Goddess Parvati, who then thought of her sons. With her motherly affection, she told Lord Shiva that it will be better for their sons to take instead of them. Lord Shiva gladly agreed. However, they knew that both sons would not share the fruits mainly due to their personality as a child. Thus she decided to divide the fruit equally before they called their sons. 

Narada immediately stopped them and mention that one should eat the whole fruit to get its magical power. Both Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati felt that Narada had given trouble to them and was thinking of a possible solution. Lord Shiva thought of a very good idea. He then called out both of his sons, Lord Ganesha and Karthikeya. He told his son about the magical fruit and only one of them could take it. Both brothers had the equal drive and motivation to get the fruit. “The one who travels the world three times and the fastest to come back will win the fruit.” Karthikeya immediately set off with his peacock (a flying vehicle/flying peacock) at a great speed. Lord Ganesha was still standing in front of his parents and wondered what he could do. 

Lord Ganesha had a vehicle too but he knew he could not out run the speed of Karthikeya’s vehicle and thought for awhile. His eyes lit up as an idea struck him. He immediately went around Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati three times and humbly told them that they are his world and had satisfied the condition on travelling the world three times. Both of them were very amused and even though Lord Ganesha had not left Kailash, they accepted the wisdom from him and gave him the fruit. Thus Lord Ganesha won the competition by travelling the world three times without leaving Kailesh.

Admins: A special side story on what happens later to his brother Karhikeya - he came back and was extremely jealous and furious that Lord Ganesha got the fruit. He then travelled to a mountain called Mount Krauncha (it is an actual mountain called Krauncha Giri) as known as Palani and actually stayed there for several weeks or even months. It was believed that Lord Shiva went to visit him on the mountain on a new moon. Amavasya and Parvathi goes to visit him on full moon day, Purnima. Though Karthikeya in his immaturity reacted this way, this never hampered the relation between Ganesh and Karthikeya. They were friendly yet again. Ganesh and Karthikeya are considered as the personification of sibling relation. Of course there are two morals we can learn from this story, one needs to use Wisdom at the right time and right place. Not trying to refer to be smart as it is a subjective topic, but one should be disciplined by thinking of a plan first before doing something. Second will be respecting your parents, nonetheless they are the greatest gift on earth and no one can compared to them (excluding those brutal parents which we believe you are able to gauge it yourself).

6. Lord Ganesha and Lord Shiva

When Lord Ganesha was born, Lord Shiva made a rule that Lord Ganesha must be worshiped first to ensure success in any endeavor. However, Lord Shiva forgot about his own rule and left for a war with the demons in Tripura. He did not worship Lord Ganesha before doing so! While he was on his way in his carriage, the wheel peg got damaged. It was only then Lord Shiva remembered that he forgot to offer prayers to Lord Ganesh before departing for the war. He offered his prayers to Ganesha and proceeded to the battle ground. Lord Shiva won the war! 

Admins: Well rules are rules but we would say one should do as what he or she say!

Conclusion: Alright we have came to the end of the article, we hope you enjoyed reading the stories about Lord Ganesha. Or course, these are just some stories about him and we would cover more about Hinduism soon as we study the religion further. We will be doing religion articles from time to time so as to educate people and reveal interesting stories that results the beliefs of different religions up till this date. 

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Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy

Rating: Mature

Description:  Ego has a plan.

If Peter was part celestial, then there was a chance he would pass on the gene to his offspring. Luckily for him, his son was already madly in love with the woman that he arrived with. 

“I want you to use their feelings for each other.” Ego ordered Mantis, in the privacy of his room. Mantis bit her lip, she didn't want to use her powers against them, she liked them. “Peter has my celestial gene, he may be able to pass it on to his offspring.”

 “But . . .” Mantis tried to argue meekly.

 Ego’s anger flashed across his face. “You will obey, Mantis.” His voice scared her.

 She nodded and obeyed.

 /

 Music filled the hall as Mantis neared closer to Peter’s room.

 She found that she liked it, she had never heard music before. It was a luxury that Ego never gave her. She peeked inside the room and saw him press against her back, his large hands grabbed her arms. “Dance with me.”

 She was focused on the comm in her hands. “I'm not going to dance with you.” She said, it was nearly breathless and even from so far away Mantis could see her skin erupt in bumps.

 “This is Sam Cooke, one of Earth's greatest singers of all time.” He coaxed, taking the transmitter out of her hand and tossing it on the chair. He turned her around and took her hands in his and led her to the center of the balcony.

 Gamora was trying to hide her annoyance as they stood chest to chest.

 His hand went to her waist and it coaxed her hand to his shoulder, he took the other hand in his as they started to sway. She looked away nervously, Mantis couldn't see Peter’s face, but it must have made her uncomfortable.

 But he got a small smile out of her as they swayed.

 He spun her out away from him and then back into his arms again, turning them slightly so that Mantis could see his face too. He looked at her as if she was the only female in the Galaxy and though hers was a little unsure, it was the same.

 Her eyes flickered to his lips, he didn’t miss it.

 Mantis’ hidden presence was enough to amplify the feeling that both of them were feeling. She watched as they leaned closer and closer until their lips touched. Mantis hated doing this to them, but they made it so easy.

 They pulled apart for a moment, his hands went up, slowly as to not scare her, to cup her cheeks and press another kiss to her lips. Her hands dropped to his waist, gripping tightly to his jacket as he deepened the kiss, his tongue breaking through to meet hers. She met him kiss for kiss with enthusiasm.

Mantis knew that her work was done, but she couldn’t tear herself away from the view. They were beautiful together. His arms snaked around her and pulled her close as he dipped his head to get closer to her. Mantis heard Gamora whisper his name when his lips started to trail down her neck, sucking at her pulse.

Gamora’s hands left his waist and trailed up to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off and onto the floor before they settled on his toned stomach under the gray shirt. He gasped against her neck, fingers must’ve been cold.

She wasn’t patient, soon the grey shirt met the jacket on the floor and she raked her fingers through the soft chest hair and stopping just above his heart. He took a step backwards towards the room, pulling Gamora with him towards the bed and that was when Mantis took her cue to leave.

Mantis dipped out the door with the small click of the latch and rested her back against the door. If Gamora would have seen her in there, she would have killed her without question. Mantis knew there must have been a reason they hadn’t acted on these feeling before.

Ego walked passed her on the way to his quarters. “You will keep an eye on them.” He ordered and motioned for her to follow. “I want that offspring brewing inside of her before the week is out. I will hold off on telling Peter my master plan until she’s pregnant.”

She looked at her feet nervously. “Okay.”

His smile softened, almost enough for her to forgive him. “Come on, I’m ready to sleep.”

/

They were absent the next morning.

Drax the Destroyer sat at the end of the long table, eating some fruit and across from him was Ego, who was telling stories. Drax laughed loudly and it made Mantis flinch. “Ah Mantis! Come join us.” Ego said joyously.

Timidly she sat next to him and Drax gave her a smile before listening to Ego’s tales of battle.

Peter and Gamora was missing, presumably still sleeping. A faint feel of Euphoria lingered around.

Mantis felt sick and got up from the table without excusing herself.

/

Peter woke first, but he knew that Gamora would follow soon. The slightest hitch in his breathing, would wake her, he had been on the end of Godslayer many times after accidentally waking her up on the Milano. Not that he minded usually, it was usually half assed and always totally hot.

This time though, she was surrounded in bliss and Godslayer was with her pants on the floor. That wouldn’t stop her mean right hook though.

He took a moment to watch her and his heart swelled, her nose was almost against his and her head was on his arm. He was so happy. He had found his father. On his planet. Waking up with Gamora in her arms even trumped that.

She was so beautiful. He had always thought that, but now, naked and hair messy, a soft smile on her sleeping face. She was practically glowing in the morning sun. He reached across and brushed a piece of hair off her face.

Her nose wrinkled and she buried it into his chest before her eyes opened slowly. “Morning.” Peter whispered, nuzzling his nose with hers.

“Good morning.” She said, her voice hoarse from the night before. Any other time Peter would've exploded with pride at the thought of making her scream until she lost her voice, but he wasn't going to ruin this moment. He would remember this forever and three days and hoped that he would make her scream again.

In one swift moment, she straddled his waist, her hair pooling on his shoulder as she captured his lips with hers.

He pushed her hair back and held it behind her neck as he deepened the kiss. His free hand traced down her naked skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

He was already hard against her. She pushed up a bit and his hands went to her chest, worshiping each one with caresses and kisses, he pushed her back so that he could sit up in order to give them better attention and she wrapper her arms around his neck holding his head to her.

He peppered her neck with kisses next,  as he fell back into the bed. Her hips ground against him to the point that it hurt. Peter moaned as he continued to press kisses to her neck and cheeks.

When he finally reached her lips, she was ready for him. It was slow, both had their eyes open for it, and it left them breathless. His hand cupped her neck and into her dark locks before moving to discover her body again. He would never get tired of the trek over her soft green skin, memorizing the locations of the scars that peppered her body. The modifications that Thanos made to her, made him angry, but he didn’t voice it because he was worried that it would make her uncomfortable.

He pressed her breasts together and kissed the tops of them, pushing her up slightly so she pressed her lips to his forehead and raked her fingers through his impossibly smooth hair. She gasped as he bravely squeezed her ass, but before she could retaliate he pushed her back up and his hands went down her toned abs, his fingers finding her already wet and ready for him.

He rubbed the bundle of nerves a few times causing her breath to hitch and her eyes to close. The look on her face was pure and utter bliss that he couldn't handle it being so far away. He reached up roughly and pulled her back down to kiss him again.

It was fierce and dominate, she willingly submitted to it. It made his heart fucking soar.

She reached between them and position himself at her entrance, slowly letting him inside. She took her sweet time swallowing him up that when he completely filled her she let out the tiniest whimper.

The cheesiest grin filled his face, he made her make that sound. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and crashed their lips together again, as he started to rock his hips into hers.

She gasped again, but returned to kissing him. Her hips starting to rock into his. His arms moved to her waist, pinning her to him. Her forehead rested against his and a shy smile graced her face. Her hand rested on his cheek, and his own smile softened before kissing her again.

Their noses rest against each other as they breathed each other's air. Peter’s hips picked a fast rhythm and stuck with it. Quiet moans escaped her mouth in time with his thrusts.

He pressed her to him tightly as he flipped them over, her back sunk into the mattress as his body rested against hers.

His face rested in the crook of her neck as he thrusted into her.

That position didn't last very long because he wanted to last forever, feeling her skin pressed to his like this, he climbed off of her and flipped her over onto her knees. Taking her from behind had been a dream of his since day one on Xandar, usually it was animalstic and fast before she killed him in his dreams, but this was love making, something he was quickly getting addicted to.

He pushed himself inside her entrance and she gasped again, he was hitting the right spot that sent sparks through her body.

Her gasps became cries as he continued burying himself deeply into her. She gripped the sheet to keep herself grounded. His fingers on her hips were bruising.

 He leaned over her, his front against her back as he used one hand to reach around her, rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her cries became louder until her body shook with her climax.

 After a few more thrusts he followed suit and spilling inside of her. They both collapsed on the bed breathing heavily.

 It didn’t stop them from making out a bit longer.

 He was still laying on her, his hand resting on her cheek when he pulled away. He gazed into her eyes, looking for any indication that she was not okay. Her eyes were soft as they gazed back at him. “I have a ton of feelings for you.” He whispered, smoothing her hair.

 She bit her lip, she was nervous and he wasn't about to let her run away. “Shh.” He said pressing a kiss to her lips. “It's okay, I know.”

 Gamora took a deep breath. “I have feelings too, I just. . .” She voiced it, she sounded terrified, and his heart exploded, he kissed her again.

 “It’s scary, I know.” He whispered, kissing her softly. “We’ll figure this out together.”

 They laid there in each other’s arms for a few more minutes, long enough for her to doze off again. “Do we have to get up?” She asked quietly, clearly content to never leave this room.

 He pulled her tightly into his arms and pressed his lips to his forehead. “We can stay here as long as you want.” He said, but there was a rumble in his stomach, all that work and now he was hungry.

 She giggled, actually giggled against him, it was the best sound in the entire universe, easily surpassing all the songs on Awesome Mix Volume 1 and on Volume 2, the sound of baby Groot’s footsteps, hell it sounded better than the healthy purr of the Milano. “Okay that may be a lie because I will starve in the next twenty minutes.” He said to defuse the awkwardness.

 A smile broke out on her face. “Just enough time for a shower then before you waste away.” She said and he got the hint, jumping from the bed excitedly.

 “I think I may just survive long for that.” He said as she climbed out of bed and followed him into the ensuite bathroom.

[sophrosynity]

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74:17 of pure enlightenment... although “I love you, honeybear” is still my favorite vinyl... :)

1- PURE COMEDY (6:23)

The comedy of man starts like this ... Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips ... And so Nature, she divines this alternative ... We emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end Is kind enough to fill us in ... And, babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since ... Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address ... Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient ... So somebody's got to go kill something while I look after the kids ... I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk? He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch ... It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless ... Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this ... Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy ... Just waiting until the part where they start to believe ... They're at the center of everything ... And some all powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning ... Oh, their religions are the best ... They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed ... With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks, these unbelievable outfits ... And they get terribly upset ... When you question their sacred texts ... Written by woman-hating epileptics ... Their languages just serve to confuse them ... Their confusion somehow makes them more sure ... They build fortunes poisoning their offspring ... And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure ... Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them? What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable? These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods ... So they can go on being godless animals ... Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe ... Their horizons that just forever recede ... And how's this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs ... That they never ever have to leave ... Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive! ... The only thing that seems to make them feel alive is the struggle to survive ... But the only thing that they request is something to numb the pain with ... Until there's nothing human left ... Just random matter suspended in the dark ... I hate to say it, but each other's all we got ...

2 -  Total Entertainment Forever (2:53) Bedding Taylor Swift ... Every night inside the Oculus Rift ... After mister and the missus finish dinner and the dishes ... And now the future's definition is so much higher than it was last year ... It's like the images have all become real ... And someone's living my life for me out in the mirror ... No, can you believe how far we've come ... In the New Age? Freedom to have what you want ... In the New Age we'll all be entertained ... Rich or poor, the channels are all the same ... You're a star now, baby, so dry your tears ... You're just like them ... Wake on up from the nightmare ... Come on ... Oh ho oh Oh Oh ho oh No gods to rule us ... No drugs to soothe us ... No myths to prove stuff ... No love to confuse us ... Not bad for a race of demented monkeys ... From a cave to a city to a permanent party ... Come on ... Oh ho oh Oh Oh ho oh When the historians find us we'll be in our homes ... Plugged into our hubs ... Skin and bones ... A frozen smile on every face ... As the stories replay ... This must have been a wonderful place ...

3 -  Things It Would Have Been Helpful To Know Before The Revolution (4:18)

It got too hot and so we overthrew the system ... 'Cause there's no place for human existence like right here ... On this bright blue marble orbited by trash ... Man, there's no beating that ... It was no big thing to give up the way of life we had ... Oh ho oh ... My social life is now quite a bit less hectic ... The nightlife and the protests are pretty scarce ... Now I mostly spend the long days walking through the city ... Empty as a tomb ... Sometimes I miss the top of the food chain ... But what a perfect afternoon ... Industry and commerce toppled to their knees ... The gears of progress halted ... The underclass set free ... The super-ego shatters with our ideologies ... The obscene injunction to enjoy life ... Disappears as in a dream ... And as we return to out native state ... To our primal scene ... The temperature, it started dropping ... The ice floes began to freeze ... From time to time we all get a bit restless ... With no one advertising to us constantly ... But the tribe at the former airport ... Some nights has meat and dancing ... If you don't mind gathering and hunting ... We're all still pretty good at eating on the run ... Things it would have been helpful to know before the revolution ... Though I'll admit some degree of resentment ... For the sudden lack of convenience around here ... But there are some visionaries among us developing some products ... To aid us in our struggle to survive ... On this godless rock that refuses to die ...

4 -  Ballad Of The Dying Man (4:50)

Naturally the dying man wonders to himself: Has commentary been more elusive than anybody else? And had he successfully beaten back the rising tide ... Of idiots, dilettantes, and fools ... On his watch while he was alive ... Lord, just a little more time ... Oh, in no time at all ... This'll be the distant past ... Ooh ... So says the dying man once I'm in the box Just think of all the overrated hacks running amok And all of the pretentious, ignorant voices that will go unchecked The homophobes, hipsters, and 1% The false feminists he'd managed to detect Oh, who will critique them once he's left? Oh, in no time at all This'll be the distant past What he'd give for one more day to rate and analyze ... The world made in his image as of yet ... To realize what a mess to leave behind ... Eventually the dying man takes his final breath ... But first checks his news feed to see what he's 'bout to miss ... And it occurs to him a little late in the game ... We leave as clueless as we came ... For the rented heavens to the shadows in the cave We'll all be wrong someday ... Oh ... Oh ... Oh ...

5 -  Birdie (5:19)

Take off, little winged creature ... It's nothing but teens in ravines ... And antics on concrete down here ... And are you really as free as all the great songs would have me believe? Let me tell you why some day, Birdie, you're gonna envy me ... Some dream of a world written in lines of code ... Well, I hope they engineer out politics, romance, and edifice ... Two outta three ain't bad ... Some envision a state governed by laws of business ... Merger and acquisition instead of violence or nations ... Where do I sign up? Take off, little winged creature ... It's nothing but falling debris, strollers, and babies down here ... And you may be up in the sky but our paradigms are just as deep and just as wide ... What with all our best attempts at transcendence ... Something's bound to take ... Soon, we'll live in a global culture devoid of gender or race ... There's just one tiny line: You're either born behind ... Or you're free to peek inside ... Life as just narrative, metadata in aggregate ... Where the enigma of humanity's wrapped up finally ... That as they say is that ... Oh, that day can't come soon enough ... It'll be so glorious ... When they finally find out what's bugging us. ...

6 - Leaving LA (13:11) I was living on the hill ... By the water tower and hiking trails ... And when the big one hit I’d have a seat ... To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free ... Oh baby, it’s time to leave ... Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans ... Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens ... Five-foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans ... These L.A. phonies and their bullshit bands ... That sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant ... So reads the pulled quote from my last cover piece ... Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks” ... You can hear it all over the airwaves ... The manufactured gasp of the final days ... Someone should tell them ‘bout the time that they don’t have ... To praise the glorious future and the hopeless past ... A few things the songwriter needs ... Arrows of Love, a mask of Tragedy ... But if you want ecstasy or birth control ... Just run the tap until the water’s cold ... Anything else you can get online ... A creation myth or a .45 ... You're going to need one or the other to survive ... Where only the armed or the funny make it out alive ... Mara taunts me 'neath the tree ... She's like, "Oh great, that's just what we all need ... Another white guy in 2017 ... Who takes himself so goddamn seriously." She's not far off, the strange thing is ... That's pretty much what I thought when I started this ... It took me my whole life to learn to the play the G ... But the role of Oedipus was a total breeze ... Still I dreamt of garnering all rave reviews ... Just believably a little north of God's own truth ... He's a national treasure now, and here's the proof ... In the form of his major label debut ... A little less human with each release ... Closing the gap between the mask and me ... I swear I'll never do this, but is it okay? Don't want to be that guy but it's my birthday ... If everything ends with the photo then I'm on my way ... Ohhh-ho-o-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh I watched my old gods all collapse ... Were way more violent than my cartoon past ... It's like my father said before he croaked ... "Son, you're killing me, and that's all folks." So why is it I'm so distraught ... That what I'm selling is getting bought ... At some point you just can't control ... What people use your fake name for ... So I never learned to play the lead guitar ... I always more preferred the speaking parts ... Besides there's always someone willing to ... Fill up the spaces that I couldn't use ... Nonetheless, I've been practicing my whole life ... Washing dishes, playing drums, and getting by ... Until I figured, if I'm here then I just might ... Conceal my lack of skill here in the spotlights ... Maya, the mother of illusions, a beard, and I ... 2000 years or so since Ovid taught ... Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, dirty talk ... And I'm merely a minor fascination to ... Manic virginal lust and college dudes ... I'm beginning to begin to see the end ... Of how it all goes down between me and them ... Some 10-verse chorus-less diatribe ... Plays as they all jump ship, "I used to like this guy ... This new shit really kinda makes me wanna die" ... Ohhh-ho-oh-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh Ohhh-ho-oh-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh My first memory of music's from ... The time at JCPenney's with my mom ... The watermelon candy I was choking on ... Barbara screaming, "Someone help my son!" ... I relive it most times the radio's on ... That "tell me lies, sweet little white lies" song ... That's when I first saw the comedy won't stop for ... Even little boys dying in the department store ... So we leave town in total silence ... New Year's Day, it's 6 o'clock AM ... I've never seen Sunset this abandoned ... Reminds me predictably of the world's end ... It'll be good to get more space ... God knows what all these suckers paid ... I can stop drinking and you can write your script ... But what we both think now is.

7 - A Bigger Paper Bag (4:41) Dance like a butterfly and drink like a fish ... If you're bent on taking demons down with only your fist ... And I've never known anyone who could lose himself in a bigger paper bag ... The weaker the signal, the sweeter the noise ... Hunching over an instrument that you now employ ... Like the Starvation Army needs a marching piano in the band ... Are you feeling used? ... I do ... Oh, I was pissing on the flame ... Like a child with cash or a king on cocaine ... I've got the world by the balls ... Am I supposed to behave? ... What a fraud ... What a con ... You're the only ... One I love ... It's easy to assume that you've built some rapport ... With a someone who only likes you for what you like yourself for ... Okay, you be my mirror but remember the only a few angles I tend to prefer ... I'm only here to serve ... Oh, I was pissing on the flame ... Like a child with cash or a king on cocaine ... I've got the world by the balls ... Am I supposed to behave? ... Oh, I was dancing 'round the flame ... Like a high-wire act with a "who, me?" face ... I was living on nothing but water and cake ... What a fraud ... What a con ... You're the only ... One I love ... One I love ... One I love ...

8 - When The God Of Love Returns There'll Be Hell To Pay (4:04) When the god of love returns ... There'll be hell to pay ... Though the world may be out of excuse ... I know just what I would say ... That the seven trumpets sound ... As a locust sky grows dark ... But first let's take you on a quick tour of your creation's handiwork ... Billy got through the prisons and stores ... And the pale horse looks a little sick ... Says, "Jesus, you didn't leave a whole lot for me ... If this isn't hell already then tell me what the hell is?" ... And we say it's just human, human nature ... This is place is savage and unjust ... We crawled out of the darkness ... And endured your impatience ... We're more than willing to adjust ... And now you've got the gall to judge us ... The spider spins his web ... The tiger stalks his prey ... And we steal fire from the heavens to try to keep the night at bay ... Every monster has a code ... One that steadies the shaking hand ... And he's determined to accrue more capital by whatever means he can ... Oh, it's just human, human nature ... We've got these appetites to serve ... You must not know the first thing about human beings ... We're the earth's most soulful predator ... Try something less ambitious the next time you get bored ... Oh, my Lord ... We just want light in the dark ... Some warmth in the cold ... And to make something out of nothing sounds like someone else I know ...

9 -  Smoochie (3:45) When my personal demons are screaming ... And when my door of madness is half-open ... You stand alongside ... And say something to the effect that everything'll be ... Alright ... Soon ... Smoochie ... Chaos attends to creation ... And when the shadows inside me vie for attention ... You stand alongside ... And say something perfect like "concealment feeds the fear." And hand me a sea peach ... And say, "Come, come over here ... Smoochie."

10 -  Two Wildly Different Perspectives (3:12) One side says ... “Y'all go to hell.” The other says ... “If I believed in God, I'd send you there.” But either way we make some space ... In the hell that we create ... On both sides ... One side says ... “Kill 'em all.” The other says ... “Line those killers up against the wall.” But either way some blood is shed ... Thanks to our cooperation ... On both sides ... On both sides ... One side says ... “Man, take what's yours!” The other says ... “Live on no more than you can afford.” But either way we just possess ... And everyone ends up with less ... On both sides ... On both sides ...

11 - The Memo (5:16) I'm gonna steal some bedsheets ... From an amputee ... I'm gonna mount em on a canvas ... In the middle of the gallery ... I'm gonna tell everybody ... It was painted by a chimpanzee ... Just between you and me ... Here at the cultural low watermark ... If it's fraud or art ... They'll pay you to believe ... I'm gonna take five young dudes ... From white families ... I'm gonna mount 'em on a billboard ... In the middle of the country ... I'm gonna tell everybody ... They sing like angels with whiter teeth ... But just between you and me ... They're just like the ones before ... With their standards lower ... Another concert-goer will pay you to believe ... Oh, caffeine in the morning, alcohol at night ... Cameras to record you and mirrors to recognize ... And as the world is getting smaller, small things take up all your time ... Narcissus would have had a field day if he could have got online ... And friends it's not self-love that kills you ... It's when those who hate you are allowed ... To sell you that you're a glorious shit ... The entire world revolves around ... And that you're the eater, no not the eaten ... But that your hunger will only cease ... If you come binge on radiant blandness ... At the disposable feast ... (You're enjoying the chill winter playlist) Just quickly how would you rate yourself ... [?] In terms of sex appeal and cultural significance? (Irony, irony Blo blo blo blo blo blo blo) Do you usually listen to music like this? (Just one more mile, you can do it again) Can we recommend some similar artists? (This is totally the song of my summer) Are you feeling depressed? (This guy just gets me) But your feedback's important ... To us ... (Music is my life) Gonna buy myself a sports team ... And put 'em in a pit ... I'm gonna wage the old crusade ... Against consciousness ... All I need's a couple winners ... To get every loser to fight in it ... Keep the golden calf ... Just need the bullshit ... And they won't just sell themselves into slavery ... They'll get on their knees and pay you to believe ...

12 - So I'm Growing Old On Magic Mountain (9:58) That was the last New Year I'll ever see ... And I wanna stay on that magic mountain ... With lost souls and beautiful women ... I drank some of Farmer's potion ... And we were moving in slow motion ... The slower, the better ... The slower, the better ... 'Cause there's no one old on magic mountain ... There's no one old, old on magic mountain ... And that was the very last barn I'm burning ... So for now everyone is dancing ... As if it's any time but the present ... So for now every young thing in my path ... I'll hold their face so long inside my hands ... The longer, the better ... The longer, the better ... 'Cause there's no one old on magic mountain ... There's no one old, old on magic mountain ... The wine has all been emptied... And smoke has cleared... As people file back to the valley... On the last night of life's party... These days the years thin till I can't remember... Just what it feels like to be young forever... So the longer I stay here... The longer there's no future... So I'm growing old on magic mountain... I'm growing old, old on magic mountain...

13 - In Twenty Years Or So (6:27 What's there to lose? For a ghost in a cheap rental suit? Clinging to a rock that is hurtling through space? And what's to regret? For a speck on a speck on a speck...? Made more ridiculous the more serious he gets? Oh, it's easy to forget. Oh, I read somewhere, That in twenty years, More or less... This human experiment will reach its violent end... But I look at you... As our second drinks arrive... The piano player's playing "This Must Be the Place"... And it's a miracle to be alive... One more time... There's nothing to fear... There's nothing to fear.... There's nothing to fear...

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[norfloxacin1]

 Sleep, sleep, mine Holy One!    My flesh, my Lord!--what name? I do not know  A name that seemeth not too high or low,    Too far from me or Heaven.  My Jesus, _that_ is best! that word being given  By the majestic angel whose command  Was softly as a man's beseeching said,  When I and all the earth appeared to stand    In the great overflow  Of light celestial from his wings and head.    Sleep, sleep, my saving One!

 And art Thou come for saving, baby-browed  And speechless Being--art Thou come for saving?  The palm that grows beside our door is bowed  By treadings of the low wind from the south,  A restless shadow through the chamber waving:  Upon its bough a bird sings in the sun;  But Thou, with that close slumber on Thy mouth,  Dost seem of wind and sun already weary.  Art come for saving, O my weary One?

 Perchance this sleep that shutteth out the dreary  Earth-sounds and motions, opens on Thy soul  High dreams on fire with God;  High songs that make the pathways where they roll  More bright than stars do theirs; and visions new  Of Thine eternal Nature's old abode.    Suffer this mother's kiss,    Best thing that earthly is,  To guide the music and the glory through,  Nor narrow in Thy dream the broad upliftings    Of any seraph wing!  Thus, noiseless, thus. Sleep, sleep, my dreaming One!

 The slumber of His lips meseems to run  Through _my_ lips to mine heart; to all its shiftings  Of sensual life, bringing contrariousness  In a great calm. I feel, I could lie down  As Moses did, and die,[1]--and then live most.  I am 'ware of you, heavenly Presences,  That stand with your peculiar light unlost,  Each forehead with a high thought for a crown,  Unsunned i' the sunshine! I am 'ware. Yet throw  No shade against the wall! How motionless  Ye round me with your living statuary,  While through your whiteness, in and outwardly,  Continual thoughts of God appear to go,  Like light's soul in itself! I bear, I bear,  To look upon the dropped lids of your eyes,  Though their external shining testifies  To that beatitude within, which were  Enough to blast an eagle at his sun.  I fall not on my sad clay face before ye;    I look on His. I know  My spirit which dilateth with the woe    Of His mortality,    May well contain your glory.    Yea, drop your lids more low.  Ye are but fellow-worshipers with me!    Sleep, sleep, my worshiped One!

 We sat among the stalls at Bethlehem,  The dumb kine from their fodder turning them,    Softened their horned faces    To almost human gazes    Towards the newly Born.  The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks    Brought visionary looks,  As yet in their astonished hearing rung    The strange, sweet angel-tongue.  The magi of the East, in sandals worn,    Knelt reverent, sweeping round,  With long pale beards their gifts upon the ground,    The incense, myrrh and gold,  These baby hands were impotent to hold.  So, let all earthlies and celestials wait    Upon thy royal state!    Sleep, sleep, my kingly One!

 I am not proud--meek angels, ye invest  New meeknesses to hear such utterance rest  On mortal lips,--'I am not proud'--_not proud_!  Albeit in my flesh God sent His Son,  Albeit over Him my head is bowed  As others bow before Him, still mine heart  Bows lower than their knees. O centuries  That roll, in vision, your futurities    My future grave athwart,--  Whose murmurs seem to reach me while I keep    Watch o'er this sleep,--  Say of me as the Heavenly said,--'Thou art  The blessedest of women!'--blessedest,  Not holiest, not noblest--no high name,  Whose height misplaced may pierce me like a shame,  When I sit meek in heaven!

                     For me--for me--  God knows that I am feeble like the rest!--  I often wandered forth, more child than maiden,  Among the midnight hills of Galilee,    Whose summits looked heaven-laden;  Listening to silence as it seemed to be  God's voice, so soft yet strong--so fain to press  Upon my heart as Heaven did on the height,  And waken up its shadows by a light,  And show its vileness by a holiness.  Then I knelt down most silent like the night,    Too self-renounced for fears,  Raising my small face to the countless blue  Whose stars did mix and tremble in my tears.  God heard _them_ falling after--with His dew.

 So, seeing my corruption, can I see  This Incorruptible now born of me--  This fair new Innocence no sun did chance  To shine on (for even Adam was no child),  Created from my nature, all defiled,  This mystery from out mine ignorance--  Nor feel the blindness, stain, corruption, more  Than others do, or _I_ did heretofore?--  Can hands wherein such burden pure has been,  Not open with the cry 'unclean, unclean!'  More oft than any else beneath the skies?    Ah King, ah Christ, ah Son!  The kine, the shepherds, the abased wise,    Must all less lowly wait    Than I, upon thy state!--    Sleep, sleep, my kingly One!

 Art Thou a King, then? Come, His universe,    Come, crown me Him a king!  Pluck rays from all such stars as never fling    Their light where fell a curse.  And make a crowning for this kingly brow!--  What is my word?--Each empyreal star    Sits in a sphere afar    In shining ambuscade:    The child-brow, crowned by none,    Keeps its unchildlike shade.    Sleep, sleep, my crownless One!

 Unchildlike shade!--no other babe doth wear  An aspect very sorrowful, as Thou.--  No small babe-smiles, my watching heart has seen,  To float like speech the speechless lips between;  No dovelike cooing in the golden air,  No quick short joys of leaping babyhood.    Alas, our earthly good  In heaven thought evil, seems too good for Thee:    Yet, sleep, my weary One!

 And then the drear sharp tongue of prophecy,  With the dread sense of things which shall be done,  Doth smite me inly, like a sword--a sword?  (_That_ 'smites the Shepherd!') then, I think aloud  The words 'despised,'--'rejected,'--every word  Recoiling into darkness as I view    The DARLING on my knee.  Bright angels,--move not!--lest ye stir the cloud  Betwixt my soul and his futurity!  I must not die, with mother's work to do,    And could not live--and see.

   It is enough to bear    This image still and fair--    This holier in sleep,    Than a saint at prayer:    This aspect of a child    Who never sinned or smiled--    This presence in an infant's face:    This sadness most like love    This love than love more deep,    This weakness like omnipotence,    It is so strong to move!    Awful is this watching place,    Awful what I see from hence--    A king, without regalia,    A God, without the thunder,    A child, without the heart for play;    Aye, a Creator rent asunder    From His first glory and cast away    On His own world, for me alone  To hold in hands created, crying--SON!

   That tear fell not on THEE,  Beloved, yet Thou stirrest in thy slumber!  THOU, stirring not for glad sounds out of number  Which through the vibratory palm trees run    From summer wind and bird,    So quickly hast Thou heard    A tear fall silently?--    Wak'st Thou, O loving One?--

[mudaship39]

Alpha Centurion War: The Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy and the Battle of the Milky Way Galaxy

“There is something coming out of the Breach and the Void!” On a video live streamed throughout the universe, multiverse, & omniverse something or someone flew out of the Breach and the Void. An ethereal and wraithlike being with a body with demon hide that was covered in fur, scales, & feathers. (Imagine the Sin Devil Trigger of Dante and Vergil and the Devil Bringer of Nero from Devil May Cry 5.) He/she/they were a celestial and stellar being with three sets of wings. He/she/they had an ethereal pair of gold and ivory angelic wings, a corporeal pair of sapphire and ebony demonic wings, & a physical pair of ruby and charcoal fallen angel wings. He/she/they had a prehensile demon tail covered in feathers. His/her/their forehead had devil horns bathed in hellfire. His/her/their demonic arms were covered in scales and his/her/their demonic legs were covered in scales. He/she/they had clawed hands with opposable thumbs and clawed feet with opposable toes. He/she/they had a divine halo covered in holy fire. He/she/they were finally wearing a mixture of wraithlike divine and devil armor with a long violet cape. Strapped to his/her/their divine and devil armor was an esoteric Zweihander two handed greatsword. He/she/they were blazing scarlet, burning sapphire, radiating charcoal, glowing ivory, & smoldering gold. He/she/they are a celestial and stellar entity of courage, valor, heroism, honor, glory, altruism, compassion, & love. He/she/they are a divine and heavenly being of truth, justice, & wisdom. He/she/they exited out of the anomaly known as the Breach and the Void. Some of them dropped to their knees to worship him/her/them as a celestial and stellar entity or divine and heavenly being. The witnesses in power armor asked,  “Who and what are you?” “I was born a metahuman and superhuman.” He/she/they were shapeshifting into his masculine male form, into her feminine female form, into their gender less nonbinary form, & into their androgynous genderfluid form as a nonbinary genderfluid pansexual shapeshifter and metamorph. “I am a shapeshifter, metamorph, & changeling.” “While in this form I am currently a divine and heavenly being and a stellar and celestial entity.” In his/her/their clawed hand was a hard light nth metal halberd spear with dried blood. The same one used to strike down the hero/heroine of the Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy and the Battle of the Milky Way Galaxy when the metahumans and superhumans of the universe, multiverse, & omniverse struck him/her/them down in the final reckoning. He/she/they then hurled the weapon now bathed in celestial, primordial, stellar, & divine fire at the feet of the metahumans and superhumans. “I was once known in the Alpha Centurion War as the Titan of War.” “The Aesir Valkyries of Asgard called me Warbringer.” “The Amazonians of the Roman and Greek Mount Olympus called me Titan Killer.” “I was known as the Champion of Terra, the Warlord of the Vega System, the Destroyer of the Polaris System, the Liberator of the Sol System, the Conqueror of the Andromeda Galaxy, the Devil of the Romulus Nebula, the Fallen God of the Zephyr Nebula, & Savior of the Milky Way Galaxy.” “I am the Vanquisher of the Forces of Evil.” “I am the Hero/Heroine of the Battle Of the Milky Way Galaxy and the Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy.” He/she/they exited out of their wraithlike and ethereal form. He/she/they appeared as a metahuman and superhuman changeling, shapeshifter, & metamorph. Most of them dropped to their knees in joy. They then prostrated to swear fealty to him/her/them. “They said that you were dead.” “They said that you had vanished or disappeared.” “They said that you had abandoned us because we were not worth saving.” “They said you chose to forsake us because we were unworthy.” “But we never believed the rumors or gossip.” “We never lost faith and hope in you our hero and champion.” “We waited patiently for your return.” “To welcome you home from the Breach and the Void.” “Our savior please we beseech you to save us.” He/she/they were in combat armor and were in a suit of power armor. The combat armor and power armor was defended with advanced reflective force fields, advanced adaptive camouflage, advanced plasma shields, & advanced hard light shields. Strapped to his/her/their on the left elbow of the combat armor was a hard light hamidashi knife and strapped to his/her/their right elbow of the combat armor was a plasma aikuchi knife as lethal melee weapons. Strapped to his/her/their chest as a lethal melee weapon was a hard light KA BAR knife. Strapped to his/her/their left men’s size 11 steel toe black combat boot was a hard light hamidashi knife and strapped to his/her/their right men’s size 11 steel toe black combat boot was a plasma tanto knife as lethal melee weapons. Strapped to his/her/their combat armor was several guns that fired anti personnel, anti material, armor piercing bullets with built in silencers or suppressors, built in flashlights, & built in red dot laser sights. These weapons capable of firing explosive, incendiary, & cryogenic ballistic, hard light, laser, & plasma bullets that burn, freeze, poison, & stun the enemy. Strapped to the combat armor was a 45 caliber holographic red dot sight hard light pistol on his/her/their left hip, a 357 magnum holographic red dot sight revolver on his/her/their right hip, & a 9mm holographic red dot sight plasma sub machine gun with a drum magazine (with a grip attachment) on his/her/their waist. Strapped to his/her/their back of the combat armor was a 5.56 mm hard light assault rifle with scope with a 40 mm plasma grenade launcher attachment, a 10 gauge holographic red dot sight plasma combat shotgun, a 12.7 mm or 500 magnum lever action 10 shot repeating rifle with scope, & a 50 caliber or a 12.7 mm hard light bolt action sniper rifle with scope. Strapped to his/her/their left waist of the combat armor as lethal melee weapons was a plasma wakizashi short sword and strapped to his/her/their right waist of the combat armor was a hard light katana. Strapped to his/her/their back of the combat armor as a melee weapon was a hard light tachi long sword. Stored in the 5th dimension quantum realm pocket dimension slipspace storage as non lethal melee weapons were electroshock hard light bo staff, plasma cryogenic stun escrima sticks, plasma cryogenic stun nunchucks, & electroshock hard light stun tonfas.  Inside the 5th dimension quantum realm slipspace storage pocket dimension as lethal weapons were a hard light compound bow with scope, a two handed hard light halberd spear, a holographic red dot sight plasma crossbow, two hard light short battle axes, a one handed plasma spiked war club, a two handed hard light sledgehammer. Strapped to the back of his/her/their power armor as lethal melee weapons was a two handed hard light nodachi greatsword and a two handed plasma odachi broadsword. Strapped to the back of his/her/their power armor was a hard light missile launcher with scope, a holographic red dot sight 7.76 mm Plasma Gatling Gun, & a 12.7 mm hard light electromagnetic gauss rifle with scope. Around him/her/them were their Indigenous wives, women of color wives, & alien extraterrestrial wives. His/her/their alien extraterrestrial wives were in combat armor and suits of power armor. His/her/their Indigenous wives were in combat armor and piloting walking tanks. His/her/their women of color wives were in combat armor and piloting mech suits. These giant mecha suits were armed with hard light missile pods and plasma missile pods as secondary weapons. These colossal heavy assault Ares mecha suits were armed with a handheld miniature portable positron cannon rifle and a handheld miniature portable mass accelerated electromagnetic cannon rifle wielded in the hands of the mech as primary weapons. The titanic walking tanks were armed with four plasma 7.76 mm Gatling guns and two hard light 50 caliber heavy machine guns as auxiliary weapons. The all-terrain Cerberus walking tanks were armed with four photon cannons and two ion cannon as chief weapons. The small battle walkers were armed with four medium 7.76 mm plasma machine guns as auxiliary weapons. The Hercules battle walkers were armed with two rail guns as main weapons. These walkers, mecha, walking tanks, & power armor are protected by advanced reflective hard light force fields, advanced plasma shields, & advanced adaptive camouflage. His/her/their combat and power armor was damaged by a hard light nth metal halberd spear. In an act of dishonor and treachery he/she/they were dealt a mortal blow by the ones he/she/they swore to protect and defend. He/she/they were betrayed by the humans and metahumans of the planet, star systems, & galaxies after the Alpha Centurion War. “I am the leader and founder of the Elites and the Paragons.” “I am the Cambion Chimera, the Cardinal Changeling, & the Scarlet Shapeshifter (Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith) and I am finally home.” “Bring me Blue Bionic (Amelia Himmat Mishra), Wraithlike Wyvern (Chun Hei Kim), & Scarlet Soldier (Maysa Nabila Uzun).” “We have much to discuss in light of my long absence.”