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melliemell · 18 days ago

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HEYA GUESS WHOS BACK~

THE FIC U WROTE W THE POCKY PROMPT WAS SO GOOD LIKE ONG?? SOO NOW IM BACK FOR MORE >:)

IM THINKING.. CHRISTMAS THEMED DATES!! COZ ITS THE XMAS SEASON WOULD THEY HAVE ANY CUTE DATES U NORMALLY CANT HAVE IN THE SUMMER? (EXAMPLE; ICE SKATING) (also I’d prefer if u wrote for Dazai and Ranpo again i cannot get enough of those idiots 🙏🙏🙏) THX IN ADVANCE~ -Annon who still hasn’t found their glasses… seriously where are they😭😭

Omg hi again!! I'll have you know I've been listening to Christmas songs on repeat as I wrote this. My brain is fried and so ready for the Holidays. I blame u for this.

And please don't go around blind like that, I pray for you and your glasses, nonnie

BSD Cast ft. Christmas Dates

(Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Sigma, Chuuya, Atsushi)

Dazai - Drunk Decorating

“Whaat? Gimme the unicorn here, I have a feeling about this.”

And you’d watch in horror, giggles bubbling out of your lips as the dumbass would duck-tape the poor plush to your Christmas tree, eyes sparkling with child’s delight. The alcohol swirling about in both your veins would’ve started manifesting at some point during the evening, all according to Dazai’s precise calculations. Totally.

If there was one thing Dazai was good at, it was being unconventional. Decorating for Christmas while being drunk off your asses was not on your to-do list, but boy does it leave an impactful memory. Nobody remembers whose idea it was. Most of the night consisted of snippets of hyper-intense clarity… followed by what the actual fuck random scraps of memory.

Did we really snatch the Agency’s decorations from reception? Of course not, duh. Why is Ranpo’s overcoat hanging from our Christmas tree? How mysterious. You’d be giggling uncontrollably at everything as the night progressed.

You’ve never struggled so hard for your life as when you had to outrun Dazai’s lanky frame, his sticky fingers at the ready to steal whatever shiny ornament you fought tooth and nail to secure. All efforts would end up futile though. Especially when you’d find yourself barely keeping your balance atop Dazai’s shoulders with no clue as to how he managed that.

With tape in one hand and his encouraging instructions as your guide…

Your ceiling had never looked this sparkly and hideous.

Get prepared for an intense hangover and even clingier Dazai the next morning. He will not, under any circumstances, let you leave him alone for the whole day. Suffering together is an act of love, after all.

Ranpo - Snowball Fight

The moment the first snow hit, it would be like a switch had turned on in Ranpo’s behaviour. He’d be used to your antics by now so being extra aware of his surroundings–just in case–was a mandatory tactic for survival on his part. Especially the more it snowed…

You knew how much Ranpo loved being coddled and cuddled all the time, so it came as no surprise his complete despise of cold weather, the sensation of freezing in wet clothes making him shudder in distaste.

He always had a grumpy face on, cheeks flushed and lips pouting as you waddled through the snow every time you had to leave home.

He was adorable… and completely at your mercy.

You both knew what was to come. The first snowball would barely scrape his hat, Ranpo’s body spinning around quickly to face you, eyes betrayed.

“Aw, come on! I knew it.”

He’d whine a lot, making you giggle even more as you prepared for the upcoming battle.

Ranpo’s not a very agile person, but his observation skills combined with years of practice being with you made him nearly impossible to hit, dodging like his actual life depended on it. There was no mercy for you either, taking every hit with pride as you chased each other down the snowed path.

It would go on until you were both freezing, you grinning like a lunatic and Ranpo’s face of defeat bordering on exasperation. He’d absolutely not like you tackling him down on the snow either, hair soaking and nose as red as it could get. Shame he looked so cute like that; it’s not like you could help it.

Get prepared for extra snuggles as you get back home. That and Ranpo’s cold feet being shoved against your calves the moment he had you locked in an unassuming hug.

Sweet, sweet revenge, here it comes.

Fyodor - Ice Skating

Fyodor’s not a very social person if he could help it. Spending quality time in a quiet, peaceful place was more down his alley than being jammed up beside people, most of whom were probably barely able to stay on their skates to begin with. An unpleasant hassle, in his opinion.

It would take some convincing and a good dose of bribing before you had him sighing in defeat, your hands interlocked as you towed him along to the skating rink.

Of course the bastard knew how to skate. Of course.

Very careful around you, and absolutely refusing to hold onto your hand until you got the hang of how to balance properly. Ungodly amount of patience, even if you caught a whiff of annoyance from him here and there– it was mostly directed towards people veering too close for your comfort, making you clutch harder to the railings, your progress forgotten every time.

A surprisingly encouraging teacher, with praise where praise was due. Yet strict enough for it to feel more like a coaching session than an actual date. That is, until you figured out how to glide your skates without support, smile wide and exited as it matched Fyodor’s content nod of approval.

Hands interlocked as he pulled you along, the fun of it engulfed you more as your worry slowly dissipated. Dragging Fyodor to the centre of the ring on wobbly legs was harder than expected, but the sappy kiss you managed to pry out of him was all worth it.

There was something about silly little romantic moments like those that melted your heart on the spot. And having Fyodor pull you flush against him, hands cupping your cheeks as he rubbed some warmth into them–yeah, you could only look at his lovely violet eyes, your gaze filling with affection.

Sigma - Christmas Shopping

You know how a cat looks when it gets excited to see its human get back? No? It’s the exact same thing with Sigma.

He’d be all swirling emotions and anticipation on the inside, yet barely any signs of it slipping through his demeanor of collected calmness. You might even mistake it for indifference for all the Christmas shopping you have to do. Maybe even a chore that needs to be done than a fun activity for you two.

You’d be so wrong.

Christmas is a family holiday; the time of year you spend with your loved ones. At home. He’ll be home, with you. And he has to choose whether orange or red garlands would go best with your kitchen curtains. Sigma’s this close to losing it and having a full breakdown from how happy he actually is that Sigma.exe has stopped working properly.

Constant battle between being happy with whatever you choose to buy, and the internal desire for everything to be perfect. He has to give you the best Christmas you’ve ever had. Would absolutely go crazy on the shopping lists. You mentioned something offhand that you liked? There’s three of it waiting for you the next day. Can’t choose on a tree? Why, you can have one in the living room, and one for your bedroom too. He’ll take care of it, don’t you worry about anything.

Sweats the whole time as he tries to take care of it all.

Absolutely needs reminders that you’re in this together, and no, you being there with me is enough, Sigma. I don’t care for anything else. Refuses to let go of your hand anywhere you go, basking in the warm feeling of being loved to the fullest.

Chuuya - Cabin Getaway

Absolutely his idea.

As absurdly far away from the city as you could get, deep in the mountains with the most beautiful view that steals your breath away. You’re afraid to ask how much it cost. Better not.

Warm blankets with and a fireplace to snuggle by, any ambitions for trying your skills at setting up dinner were soon forgotten. Not when Chuuya’s chest was firm against your back, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your shoulders. You were practically melting into him, losing yourself in his warm breath beside your cheek, the deep, low tone he talked with as you enjoyed each other’s company. He was so full of passion usually, the emotions spilling out of him in a constant stream of need for action.

Not now. Now Chuuya was… here. All soft smiles and light laughter as he poured more wine into your glasses as the night progressed. Talking about life and its meaning, enjoying the moments to the fullest. Having his arm thrown around you as he kept you close was a bliss you never wished to end.

The night was long and filled with a sense of being right where you were meant to be. And when you rose up, pulling Chuuya by the hand as hooded eyes met yours, his grin widening–you found yourself kissing him then. And you didn’t stop until you were both stumbling back to the bedroom, your clothes leaving a trail behind you.

He was all yours for the taking, warm and willing for your every whim. Such a lovely place he found, it’d be a shame not to have a bit of fun… everywhere.

Finding your clothes in the morning was definitely a hassle, one both of you couldn’t stop laughing about even as Chuuya’s hat definitely wasn’t supposed to be hanging from the chandelier.

Atsushi - Sledge Date

It was an idea you’ve both had for a while. Neither one of you knew how to navigate a thing like that, but hey–it was happening.

Atsushi swears he did not steal a sledge. He only asked Dazai if he had one by chance, and he was so kind to offer it half an hour later, all wide grins and wiggling eyebrows. You’ve never seen Dazai own a thing like that, let alone have it at such a quick disposal. Maybe it was best not to ponder too much over it.

The moment you saw the hill you were meant to glide gracefully down from, you stomach did a double flip. Yeah, you were both going to die, this was not the cute little slide rides you had imagined.

It took Atsushi some encouraging words and a promise to not let go of you no matter what, and you were gingerly sitting behind him, hands gripping firmly around his torse as you glued your stiff body to his back. His hand rested atop your own, warm and soothing as he rubbed your knuckles.

Atsushi was surprisingly calm about this. Maybe he felt your need for a secure presence beside you or he just naturally took on the role. It didn’t matter, really. Not when he didn’t shut up the entire time, whether it be panicked rambling as you slid down or his general chatter.

Atsushi kept throwing glances behind him, checking in on you each time you went down. And he held your hand firmly as you groaned from having to climb back up every time. His attentiveness was cute, even more so every time he asked you how you felt. Knowing you had someone who didn’t get annoyed at your complaints or belittled your worries felt… nice. Yeah, really nice.

You couldn’t wait to shower him in kisses once you got back home.

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zaurae · 8 months ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒖 𝒘𝒂 𝒕𝒂❜𝒂𝒍𝒂

♡ Always and forever pray to your lord, Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala for wealth and success in a healthy and halal way ♡

Make constant dua, repentence, Tahajjud, and perform goodness as well. With goodness, eliminating bad habits and doing good for your lord, repenting, and seeking to our Rabb; Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala grants our duas, grants us more than what we asked.

Ask Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala by the 99 names:

-`♡´- Al - Ghani (The Rich, The Independent One, The Wealthy)

-`♡´- Al - Wajid (The Wealthy)

-`♡´- Al - Razzaq (The Provider)

-`♡´- Al - Mughni (The Enricher)

Never lose hope and know that with every blessing we have and whatever way we earned that wealth being an amazing job offer you received or marrying a good wealthy man--that is all due and thanks to Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala.

Be sure to always thank Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala, and strive to become a good muslim and never be deceived or change no matter how much wealth you have

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒃𝒕

♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ The more debt you have, the less wealth you will have. Debt is dangerous in terms of becoming rich, as well as limiting your freedom.

Unfortunately, VISA or any form of credit card is a tool that makes us less rich--of course it depends how you use it or repay it--therefore, I suggest you to not always use your credit card and only use it if it is an emergency or that is the only payment method; however, please make sure to repay those debts as soon as possible. Give yourself a 10 day due date to repay the amount owed. ♡･ﾟ:｡.:･ﾟ

𝑺𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈

❥ Saving does not only mean save your money, but it also means saving liquid money--cash--or any item/product that has the value to convert it to cash--with a higher price.

This makes you richer even though it may not seem like it. For instance, your house or your apartment you bought, if you end us selling it you get half the money.

If you have cash, instead of trying to get rid of it and only relying on your debt card or apple pay; save the cash money, those quarters and dimes you think is useless but it is not.

Save your liquid money, those investment objects because that is the true secret of becoming rich.

𝑰𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

As mentioned above, save and make investments through your money like liquid money and physical items that obtains higher value each year or month.

As much as we love shopping, try your best to purchase more of the things that brings more value and more wealth in the long-run. This includes the following:

-`♡´- Full Karat Gold

-`♡´- A Property

-`♡´- Any clothing with higher value each year

-`♡´- Good Quality Device

-`♡´- Books (Especially College/University Textbooks)

-`♡´- House

-`♡´- Car

-`♡´- Diamond or Gem

・❥・There are a lot more items, but basically whatever item that has a increased value/price over the month or year.

𝑫𝒐𝒏❜𝒕 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

Do not think little of a few dimes or dollars. Money is still money and is still worth something.

Whenever you earn lets say a quarter or 50 cents, be grateful and happy as if you earned $100. With this mindset, and treating every amount as it is huge, this will ultimately manifest money itself.

Be grateful no matter the amount--as you are more grateful, Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala grants more.

𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚

✧˚ · Giving charity is so important and mentioned a lot in hadiths ✧˚ ·

"Those who spend their wealth (in Allah's way) by night and by say, secretly and publicly, they will have their reward with their Lord. And no fear will there be concerning them, nor will they grieve." (Al - Baqarah 2.274)

When you give charity to those in need, it certainly does not decrease wealth.

And giving charity does not always mean giving it with money. Sometimes others cannot give money; however, there are also many ways such as:

Making dua for that person

Making someone feel better

Smiling

Speaking good to and about someone

Helping others

Respect

Not being indulged to backbiting

Charity means so much more because there are so much to give to someone!

Never hoard your money of your other abilities to help, but instead help others as it also helps you in ranks, wealth, respect, rewards, and the hellfire.

˗ˏˋ 𝐷𝑢𝑎 𝑡𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑐ℎ ´ˎ˗ Allahumma akthir malee, wa waladee, wa barik lee feema a'taytanee O Allah! increase my wealth and offspring, and bless me in what You have given me.

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ariel26c · 5 months ago

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im applying the law, but instead of the feeling of success that everyone else gets i feel panicked. the 'feeling' people usually get when they're in the wish fulfilled state, the feeling of accepting it and it being real—im not getting that. i dont see a clear picture when i visualize. every time i try to, i end up breaking down and feeling like a failure... but I'm still trying to go on because why is it that the people who hurt me and practically ruined my life get to live successfully, while i suffer? thats not fair... i promised myself that if i could just get 3 Bs, ill turn my life around and work really hard... but is it over for me? i want to win, im trying to, but im scared

im trying my best to visualize myself getting 3 Bs, reenacting my friends faces when i get the results, praying to God and thanking Him for blessing me and continuing to bless me, but there is this fear still lingering at the back of my mind... i feel like I'm not doing it right. i have like one day left and I'm so nervous. im going over posts, tweets, and every time I feel a little better, it all comes crashing down because of doubts. theres only one thing one my mind right now: 'how am I gonna turn it around in one day?' i know that the 3D does not matter and that everything is done in imagination, but here i feel like its not done in imagination either

right now nothings clicking in my head, whatever i read is getting scrambled in my mind, i feel so lost and empty. could u please tell me what to do in this specific situation? u can be as harsh as you want if that's what's needed to get the point across. im really sorry for the bother and id be really grateful if u could please help out, ive never been this desperate before... my life cant be over before it even started

Babe don’t stress yourself out. If you don’t like visualizing then don’t do it. Do what you wanna do not what others are doing. You don’t need to visualize perfectly anyway. I think most people don’t visualize in perfect detail. Make your own method if you enjoy doing methods.

Create your own rules for manifestation because as long as you persist that’s what matters. Feeling isn’t that important. I know some say feeling like it’s yours is necessary to manifest but it’s not. Don’t worry about not feeling the feelings and simply persist. Also stop trying and simply be. Choose to be a winner in life. Choose to be successful. Choose that you live life on easy mode.

Thinking as if you were the best version of yourself. You are so powerful that you could literally have anything. What others have done to you simply needs to be let go and focus on the now because now is when you’ll get to love your dreams. You’ll live a better life than all those losers who hurt you. Doubts hold no power over your manifestations. Accept them and move on. It’s done because you say so. Period. It’s okay to not believe.

Stop searching for posts if you’re not apply what you’re learning. It’s pointless to scroll and scroll and search if you’re not even trying. You can do this my love. No matter how you feel or how many doubts you have you are still God at the end of the day. What you want you can have if you simply allowed yourself to have it.

In other words:

1. Doubts don’t matter.

2. You don’t need to feel it real.

3. You don’t need to believe.

4. What you’ve gone through in your past doesn’t matter because there is now.

5. If other people can experience happiness and get what they want then so can you.

6. Don’t worry about doing things perfectly. Visualize but if it stresses you out don’t do it. Make it easy for yourself by doing what you wanna do.

7. Simply persisting is all it takes.

#desired reality #law of the universe #affirmations #manifestation #manifesting #law of assumption #self concept

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saraculberry122 · 2 years ago

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Sammy Ingram Is A Liar

I have known Samantha a.k.a. Sammy for over 10 years. We used to be extremely close friends up until recently. I had to cut her off, because my self, and some of our other friends called her out for constantly lying in her videos. She has already cut off Other friends for calling her out. One of our friends, Tallia, called her out over a year ago, publicly, and Sammy pretended to not know who she was. Sammy has been a habitual, and pathological liar her entire life. She used to lie about her race, and heavily edit her photos and tell people that they weren’t even when it was extremely obvious. She would tell people she was Hispanic, then she would tell people she was half black. She knows how to manipulate people into believing whatever she tells them. I will attach messages to this thread. I was recently blocked after trying to upload a video about the situation on YouTube, she reported my video immediately, and it got taken down for bullying and harassment. I tried to re-upload it, but since my kids were in the background of my video, I think it’s safer, if I don’t.

She always tries to silence everyone who calls her out. She cuts her friends off and blocks us. Then she pretends as if she doesn’t know us. She has never manifested anything in. This is not her first time using social media to scam people. She has admitted to us that she steals other peoples videos. She has sent me links of other peoples post and videos, saying she was going to make a video like it. She talks shit about her coaches, and even tried to scam some of them. Which is why her coaches are constantly leaving. She always says she doesn’t care about her clients, she just wants to make money. She always complains about her clients and her situation is calling them names and laughing at them for being desperate.

Around the time of her father‘s passing, and I reached out to her and told her that I pray she stops lying and does the right thing. She got mad at me and wouldn’t talk to me for a few months. When she did reach out to me she told me she would confess publicly. me and Tallia, are used to create google accounts, and Facebook, pages and fake success stories for her. We were commenting, 20 or 30 success stories under all of her post. When she started her Facebook group, we would post success stories from accounts we created. She literally asked us to do this, so that people would buy her coaching and think she was legit. And she used to buy her Instagram followers. She used to tell people she was Hispanic, which is not true. She would lie about where she is from. All she does is lie. She never manifested Bobby, I have no clue how she made him agree to even filming videos about it. But I’m sure she Gaslite him or manipulated him as she did so many people we know.

She has a burner Twitter account that she used to use to bully people online. The account is still active and she uses it to defend herself, pretending to be someone else to anyone who sends her hate online. She pretends like it’s a supporter but it’s actually her. You may have noticed this account around. She blocked all of her friends on this account along time ago, so I don’t remember the name of it. I’m sure one of you can find it and figure it out. I years ago, she would always create fake accounts to bully people or make herself seem better. Since she is a good liar and manipulator, it’s usually easy for her to get away with everything. I’m sure she has brainwashed her followers into believing everything she says. she loves playing the victim and always has. Every time she starts some thing with someone, it’s always their fault. She is constantly throwing rocks at people and then hiding her hands. This has been going on way before this YouTube channel.

I’m sure like always. She is going to pretend like she doesn’t know me. The same thing she did to TALLIA I will see if I can find a picture of us together. Please help me get this message out. I worry for her son Major Devon Ingram every single day. I pray he doesn’t end up like a pathological liar like his mom. I tried to tell her for years she needs to confess to all of the fucked up stuff she’s done. She continues to say she will, but I doubt she will ever. I cannot wait to see how she will lie and manipulate her way out of this.

#sammy ingram #Sammy Ingram Scam #law of assumption #law of attraction #manifesting #neville goddard #manifest a specific person #specific person

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phantoms-lair · 11 months ago

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Batman Exalted Triple Event - Part 1

(So as a note Tim has already Exalted by this point, however his scene does not want to be written, so we're skipping ahead. But for reference he Exalted in his Red Robin identity and almost killed Mr. Freeze on accident)

Bruce did not have a hunch or bad feeling. He awoke knowing that something was very wrong in a way he couldn't have before his exaltation. He rolled out of bed, instinctively folding space in a way he'd think about later. All the knew at the time was his feet swung from his bed in Wayne Manor and landed on a rough floor in Crime Alley.

He had no time to think about that because in front of him struggling on the ground was Jason. It wasn't an enemy or sickness, Bruce would know how to deal with those. Instead Jason seemed to be flickering in and out of existence. And with each flicker Bruce could feel as if something was in his mind, trying to pry the very memory of Jason from him.

It couldn't have him! Whatever was trying to take his son from him again couldn't have him!

He heard a soft clicking behind him. He glanced back to see a mechanical spider the size of a hamster, but still kept most of his focus on Jason.

"I am bound by Kejack's will." The spider clicked. "I can not undo what he's done."

Rage burned inside Bruce. So this was Kejack's doing. If he lost Jason again he swore-

"But I can do what he hasn't thought to forbid." The spider continued, unaware of how close Bruce had been to lashing out at it. "I know a way to save him."

Rage turned into a nearly suffocating hope. "How?" Bruce demanded, the power of his exaltation flowing from his voice.

"Time is our enemy. His inner strength and your will made manifest through your exigence have bought some time but he will soon fade regardless. If I take time to explain, he will be lost."

"I don't care what it takes. Save my son!" Bruce roared.

"Pick him up and follow me through the gate." The spider skittered away through a portal that hadn't been there a moment ago.

Bruce lifted Jason up. He felt lighter than when Bruce had lifted him as Robin. Had his exigence made him strong, or what whatever happening to Jason left him lighter. Bruce prayed to god it was the former as he followed the spider and once again vanished.

"Master Bruce has vanished." Alfred's urgency in his tone drawing her away from the work she'd been doing.

"I thought he was done for the day, is he not answering his coms?"

"Pardon me, I was unclear. I was not referring to Master Bruce's habit of taking off without a word. I'll send you the bedroom footage."

Oracle couldn't understand how someone could be comfortable with a security camera pointed directly at their bed. She understood the logic of it. Bruce Wayne was a kidnapping risk, and if the combat butler didn't interrupt things it wasn't like he could pull out his Batman techniques to save himself.

But the thought of a camera on her while she slept made her skin crawl. Maybe because she knew once something was created, how easily it could be let loose. Honestly Bruce probably had some crazy fans who would pay top dollar for video of him sleeping.

...if they were in Gotham he probably knew exactly who they were now. Privately pitying Bruce for getting the worst superpower, Oracle watched the video, thoughtfully trimmed to the relevant parts. Bruce sat up straight from sleep as if he'd had a nightmare, his eyes glowing blue as his power leaked from them. He swung his legs off the bed and as he went to stand... Well, Alfred was right. He vanished.

"After reviewing the footage I think it's safe to say his exaltation was doing something. From his his sense of urgency I think he became aware of something and was sent there. Which means, given the nature of his exaltation, he's likely still in Gotham. I'll start combing for him."

"Very good, Oracle. May I alert the others?"

"Please do." She didn't know the situation that would lead Bruce to be so upset, but having Bats on standby to react would only be a good thing. Her program to autoscan the multiple cameras in Gotham (from security to traffic to bird cams) had just started going full bore when Alfred contacted her again. "Master Hood cannot be reached."

"Refocusing my search on Crime Alley." Oracle immediately switched gears. Something happening to the son already he lost once would absolutely bring out that level of urgency in Bruce. Flecks of green light sparked from from her fingers to her keyboard as she searched. Code she had never seen popped up and she instinctively knew what it was, knew she shouldn't have been seeing it, and knew what the fact that she could see it meant. But that was a crisis for later. She had friends to help. She wove through the code representing fate and destiny. She saw someone else had accessed the code and...that fucker was going to pay. He didn't seem to have full access and now she could make sure he never did. Not after trying to delete Jason.

"Ketchup tried to run a wiper virus on Hood's existence. B intervened and now I can't find either of them."

"He did WHAT!" Nightwing snarled. He must have been outside, the wind was fierce.

"Greyson calm down." came Damian's matter of fact tone.

"I will not calm down! That bastard-"

"You're hurting us." Tim's voice interrupted.

"I - oh fuck. Oracle keep us informed. I've got to deal with this."

Nightwing's voice cut off and she dearly would have loved to know what was going on, but it was taking all she had to try and find Bruce and Jason.

#Batman #Exalted #Ghost Writing #Yeah Ketchup made his biggest mistake yet #Meet Barbra Gordon - Chosen of Secrets #One of her starting abilities lets her access the loom of fate via her computer setup.#Leaving her in perfect place to counter Ketchup's asshattery

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halonicheart · 1 year ago

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"Our Answer"

Summary: DRK Quest Lvl 50, Lovette journey's to Whitebrim Front to face the thing she thought was kept locked away tight in her heart. She struggles, nearly losing herself in face of her own darkness... she does not have to face it alone. A piece depicting the events of job quest "Our Answer"

“We know who you are, Lovette! We know- and so do you!”

Does she know? She wasn’t even sure who it was that was speaking. Lovette tries miserably with a racing mind to conjure up this knight's name. Nothing came, not even what letter it started with. “I… I don’t…” Her mouth begins to over salivate, stomach sour as if moments away from vomiting. “…no… No I…!” Tears start to blur her vision, the only thing she can make out is the specter sharing her visage staring at her… not with malcontent but with overwhelming pity. “I don’t-!” Lovette clenches her hair, pulls, tugs- anything to stop the waves of emotion threatening to drown her.

Another voice calls out to her. “Lovette!” It’s close by. She recognized this voice. That should have brought her comfort. “Come now! Look at me! Your good friend Cammi is here, Love! Please look at me!” She knows she must have looked ghastly, if the gasp Camille let out was anything to go by. The other woman does her best to steel herself. “Everything will be fine just- stay with us now!” Like a desperate fool, Camille reaches out towards Lovette.

“Don’t touch me!” She swipes at Camille’s hand. The way she recoiled made Lovette drop to her knees in despair. “I’m…! No I didn’t…!” She tries to apologize.

Camille shakes her head. “It’s fine! Okay! It’s fine!” She keeps her distance this time, hands raised as if she’s approaching a wild animal. “We know you’re a good person! Right?” She looks around at the crowd of people, each nodding or verbally agreeing. “See! Just look around!” She begins to look somewhere behind Lovette nervously.

“A fantastic display of willful ignorance…” The specter spoke. Her voice made Lovette’s blood run cold. “Wipe the slate clean. Forgive and forget!” She roars, effectively hushing up any chatter around them.

No longer was Camille facing Lovette, nor staring off somewhere behind her. “And what would you know?!” She shouts back, no longer afraid of whatever this being was. “As if you would know the first thing about Lovette! You come off that horse or I’ll do it for you!” She means well. Lovette knows she does… but the problem was this other her did know her well. Too well. If she can’t even face herself, Camille most certainly did not stand a chance against the darkness in Lovette’s heart made manifest.

Lovette is at her tipping point. The world around her has disappeared. Her ears keep ringing and ringing and ringing. She wants to scream but her teeth are clenched together, jaw pulsing from the pressure. This was it… surely she must be dying. Lovette prays to whatever deity listening that she dies soon. The noise around her is suffocating. Her friend Camille arguing with the specter, various knights calling out to her in comfort and fear… The dark knight specter remained silent, watching with glassy eyes. Amongst the chaos around her and the turmoil in her mind… a single voice rang clear as day.

“So this is where you’ve been…”

She can breathe again. Her voice finally returns. “Labault!” She weeps. Lovette can only vaguely make out the sound of Camille sighing in relief.

He’s already kneeling by her side. “Land yourself into trouble I see… no matter, nothing we can’t fix.” Labault says as he holds out his hand. “

Lovette pathetically stares at his hand. “After all the arguing… after all I said…” Or at least that’s what she attempted to say. The words are drowned out between sobs and hiccups. Her brother does not hush her cries. He simply keeps his hand out and smiles sadly. “Why…? why…?” Are the only words her brother can make out between wails.

“I was right to ask Camille to keep an eye on you…” He knows it doesn’t really answer her question. Labault would lecture her about this after all was said and done. “I would have come sooner were I closer by… but I’m here now. I always will be.” He nods towards his own hand, unflinching, still stretched out towards his sister. “Come now, a little darkness won’t scare me away!” Were Lovette in a better state of mind, she would have teased him over his own wavering voice. She would have the nerve to ask him ‘why are you crying?’ as if she didn’t already know. Only a heartless family member wouldn’t feel the urge to cry at a sorry sight like her right now.

The series of sobs she let out were nearly deafening as she finally grasped her brother’s hand as if were the last thing tethering her to this realm. Lovette tries to muffle her cries with her free hand. She half wonders what was going through the minds of everyone watching this, the shame only causes more sobs to quake through her chest. All the while, she can still feel the eyes of the other her staring right at her. She isn’t sure just when it had happened, but at some point Labault had brought her to her feet and approached the Dark Knight, still hand in hand.

It was almost funny… her younger twin pulling her along while she cries like a child. There was a time in their younger years where the roles were reversed. Lovette could easily recall the numerous times Labault cried while clutching her hand for dear life. How times have changed… they’ve changed, for better or for worse.

“Oh Lovette…” She barely registers Camille’s voice off to the side. Lovette risks making eye contact with the other woman, feeling- praying she had calmed down just enough. “You silly girl… carrying that burden all by your lonesome…” On her lips was a comforting smile, Camille openly crying softly. “I’d knock some sense into that noggin of yours if I didn’t want to hug you so bad.” She sniffles through a laugh. “That can wait. You’ve got something to finish up here. We’ll be talking about this later! Understood?” She tried to sound stern as she took a step back.

“Well- you can have your go at her after I’ve given her a stern talking to myself.” Labault chimes in before fully turning to the shadowy specter wearing his sister’s visage.

She speaks, her tone bone chilling yet laced with a misery so terribly familiar. “You have borne witness to the darkness within us… to what lies beneath the mask…” Her smile was empty.

Labault shakes his head. “Surely you don’t think this is the first time I’ve witnessed this side of you? Lest you forget… your darkest night was mine as well…” He refers to that fateful night they lost the little settlement they had called their home, when the knights barged down doors and burned down innocents. “I would be a fool to judge the black stains on your heart. A hypocrite, more like. I have my own fair share.” He places a hand on his chest with a wistful expression. “The dark does not scare me, not anymore. You never scared me. Confusing as this may all be…” The hand that laid just over his heart was now outstretched towards the phantom knight. “You are a part of her. So I will love you all the same… thorns and all…”

Her smile does not budge, though perhaps it was Lovette’s imagination that made it seem just a touch warmer than it was before. “And what of you… what of us…”

There were a myriad of things Lovette could have said, should have said at this very moment. None of the words seemed to make past her lips. The only thing she could do was reach out and pray that was enough to convey what was in her heart.

“So this is your answer…” The phantom closes her eyes, her smile wider. “Listen to my voice. Listen to our heartbeat. Listen…” She reaches out in kind. The next words she speaks are not aloud, Lovette feels them in her mind more than hears them. “... if this is how it must be, then so be it. But know that when you tire of this charade, I shall be here… waiting to take the reins…” She sighs. “You need only ask…”

Lovette gives a watery laugh. “There will be no need to take the reins, I should hope…” She whispers, knowing she must look odd. “Come that day… I should hope to stand beside you instead…” She does not know if the specter, the darkness made manifest in her heart could hear her. She fret over that other time. When Lovette opens her eyes, she didn’t realize they were even closed at all, she watches the remnants of her other self vanish in a puff of darkness. Just as she was about to turn towards the crowd, an apology on her tongue, she is cut short by Camille who has nearly lunged at her to pull her into a backbreaking embrace.

“You sour toad! Scaring the daylights out of me like that!” She pulls back to shake Lovette by the shoulders. “You’ve got some nerve keeping all that to yourself like you aren’t loved! Fury have mercy on you by the time I get through that thick skull of yours!” Off to their side, Labault can’t help but laugh. Camille shoots him a withering glare before finally letting go of Lovette. “Though… I suppose I owe you an apology as well.”

Lovette blinks owlishly. “... what for…? You’ve done no wrong, there's nothing to apologize for…I was the one who… who…” She stares at her feet recalling the many outbursts of rage she’s had as of recent, even going as far to push those she cares about away.

“You hush up Miss Vairemont! I will not be hearing any of this!” She wags a finger like a disappointed parent. “...I should have come to your aid sooner, properly… I didn’t enter a Duskwight Sisterhood with you just to leave you to hurt alone!” Camille signs. “What’s done is done. Now apologize to your brother! I can only imagine how worried to death he was over you!”

Lovette mumbles something sour about how she was being treated like a child despite Camille only being just a couple years or so older than her. Still, she was right. Lovette does owe her brother an apology, he was the one who received the brunt of her cold behavior. “Labault… I…” She fiddles with her hands. “No amount of words can properly encompass how sorry I am for pushing you the way I did.” She bows her head in shame. “I’m so sorry…” She makes a silent promise to do all she could to earn forgiveness.

“You’re forgiven.” Labault says with no hesitation in his voice. He holds up a hand to hush his sister when he hears the strangled cough from her. “This is my way of repaying a long overdue debt…” Given the confusion on his sister’s face, he continues. “This isn't the first time we’ve butt heads like this. Many moons ago it was me who pushed and pushed and pushed. Yet no matter how cruel I was, you remained ever at my side.”

The gears began to turn. “You don’t mean…! The time that sorry sod took advantage of you! You knob! You know damned well I never once held that against you!”

“You could have. I wish you did, just a little… our being family means little when you don't owe that kindness to me at all when I only greeted you with cruelty at the time.” She hates to admit there was some merit to his words. Kinder faces have betrayed them, faces under the guise of being like family. “You chose to be patient with me so… I chose the same for you.” He smiles brightly. “So I forgive you. I forgave you long ago.”

Lovette is rendered speechless, she can feel the tears welling up again. “... you cheeky boy you…” She says under her breath to prevent another round of sobs. Lovette smiles back at her brother with the same brightness. They’ve shared many dark nights, but they’ve made it through them all the same. Bruised and battered, sure… but alive. When it felt as though the world around them was crumbling, the family they once knew gone, their lives turned on it’s head, the one constant in each of their lives was one another. She couldn’t have asked for a better sibling. “Thank you… so so much Labault…”

#cadaverous creations #lovette vairemont #I threw in a screen cap from the quests too #add a little spice #I think #anyways moving on #I pray this isnt as rough as I think it is #I can always edit this later but so long as I got a grand majority of errors Im content

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 2 years ago

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Interdimensional Therapy AU - Part 2

A Jeanist Crossover au by me and @laughteronsilverwings

Previous Part || Next Part

TW: animal death mention, please tell me if I missed anything!

Starts with s!jeanist, changes with the ‘-’ and so on so forth!

“Don’t worry about it, I know people who do that, too.” Tsunagu thinks about this. “Backstories… well, probably? We can just, I don’t know, play twenty questions, and throw it back and forth.”

Hm. Jean looked nervous. It was in the way he held himself, the unconscious shifting of the fabric around them, breathing, minor fidgets… Tsunagu used to be like that, but he’d gotten over some of it in the drama academy-thing. And Paris. Paris had happened and a whole lot of other dominos had fallen over because of that.

“You can ask the first question, if you want? Feel free to ask anything. If I mind, I'll tell you.” Tsunagu considers his backstory. Now. To lie or not to lie? That was the question… ha, Hamlet reference.

…Fuck, Shakespeare was rubbing off on him. Welp. Not the worst habit to pick up from a dead guy, he guesses.

Tsunagu took a deep breath. ‘Yeah…okay…twenty questions- we can do this. Sure-’

Well…where to start…quirks, right? Seeing as they must be from different universes, dimensions, whatever- who knows if the quirks are the same?

“So…quirks. You have those, right?” Tsunagu mentally facepalmed at the waviness of his voice, and how stupid that question sounded. “I mean, what’s your quirk- I assume it's the same as mine, but who knows…with all this going on…you know?”

‘Bloody hell Tsunagu…what the fuck are you even talking about?’ He tried not to roll his eyes and physically cringe at his own question.

…Huh. That was actually a really good question- since quirks were basically taking a number on the genetic lottery and praying that it’d be good, there’s actually -now that he’s thinking about it- a high chance that their quirks would be different. Well. There was the whole genetic component to it, but. That could also be different. So- even if it looked like the same quirk, the mechanics were probably really, really different.

Hmm.

“Mine’s registered as ‘Fiber Master’. It lets me sense and control fibers.” Tsunagu demonstrates by unraveling the half-fingerless gloves he’s wearing, then putting them back together. “Like this. It also works on things that aren’t fabric. I just have to consider them fibers- it’s actually a semantic quirk, honestly.”

He’s really curious as to how Jean’s quirk works, now. “How does yours work? Does it have a different name? Is it different altogether?” Tsunagu asks, noting down the surprised look on Jean’s face for further reference.

Huh.

So they did have the same quirk. Well, that makes some things a little easier to acknowledge and explain.

“I see…” Tsunagu hummed, unclenching his hands - that he’d apparently clasped together - and cracking his knuckles. “Well, same here! My quirk is also called ‘fiber master’ and, well-”

He flicked his hand, using the curtains to demonstrate his quirk, making them shake and open and causing a cloud of dust to appear. ‘Ah. Yeah, I need to clean.’

“There are so many things that could be considered fibers.” He stopped himself from trailing off again. “But anyway, moving on…”

Tsunagu’s eyes flicked over the other-him in front of him, trying to read his body language. It was hard. Maybe because it was him- well, not him- or just because of circumstance.

Yeah, he’ll leave it down to that.

He squinted. There was one thing he was curious about, that’s for sure.

“So…how did your quirk manifest? Any accidents with it? Oh- sorry that was two questions!” He laughed slightly.

Uh. Well. Damm, Jean just went straight for the fucking throat, hitting the this-is-a-blaring-red-flag button while blindfolded, didn’t he? Tsunagu shifted in his seat a little bit. “Well. Everyone thought I was a late bloomer, but actually-”

His mouth, the traitor it was, had decided to tell the truth. He facepalms internally. Might as well play it off. “I’d gotten it when I was… a day after my birthday? Fourth birthday. And I was walking in the woods by myself, and then it just- came in.” Tsunagu nods. “And- well, we’ve got probably the same surface-level quirk, so you know the sixth sense, right? I didn’t know what fibers were, but I could feel the leaves, my hair, my clothes, and while I was trying to rip some leaves off…”

The bird. A yank.

Crunch.

Blood.

“...A bird got in the way. And, I, um- accidentally killed it.” Tsunagu shifts again, looks away from Jean’s face because he doesn’t want to see an expression of horror, shock, condemnation, or whatever. “I didn’t know what death was. I thought that- if I could put the bird back, the muscles or maybe the veins or intestines that I’d shifted out of place, that it would just. Get back up. Be better.”

He’d even ripped off some feathers and melded them back on. The end result- was a bird. A dead one.

“It… didn’t.”

The first thing he’d killed was a bird.

On accident, and Tsunagu thinks that makes it worse. Well. Not that he cares, but… he wants Jean to think nicely of him. For some reason. Maybe it’s the very emotionally neglected childhood he’d had, and him latching onto authority figures who showed the slightest bit of fondness for. And the whole universe-switch thing.

Yeah, probably that.

Oh.

Tsunagu tried to figure out how he felt about this. I mean like, poor bird, but also- that’s got to have become some sort of trauma.

He cleared his throat and breathed a little bit louder than he meant to. “I see. Sorry, that sounds…pretty damn tough to remember, what with all the feelings and all. I get that. And well…”

Tsunagu thought about trying to relate it to his own quirk awakening, not like that would be much- the accident however? Maybe. But it would be rude to spring that on Arcane out of the blue…not to mention the- well…murder.

Yeah. Maybe not the best idea yet, Tsunagu. Not unless he asks.

“I’ve had…quite a few experiences of the same sort.” He settled with, giving a small smile of reassurance.

Uh. Okay, so maybe telling the truth hadn’t been the best idea. Jean was kinda talking like a therapist now, and that wasn’t a bad thing. Just. Slightly weird. So Tsunagu shrugs. “I mean, I don’t mind. Things happen. More things happen, and then those things are… stuff. Good or bad, whichever.”

That had come out much more awkward than he’d intended it to be. Wonderful job, him. “So-” A question. What did he need to ask? “How did you… get this kinda-safehouse?”

Well, that was a good question. Very fast topic change, but well, Tsunagu half-expected that.

“Indeed, things do happen…and this safe-house is…kinda the result of one of those things.” He chuckled awkwardly. At least this question didn’t involve…any of those times. Yet.

“So, basically, around 3 years ago I came here to do some extra studying- fresh out of UA though, bare in mind, so I was a pretty naive rookie hero who…well…didn’t have any money!” He laughed.

Should he really be telling Arcane this? Oh well…he was already halfway into it now.

“Basically, this entire apartment block was out of bounds from the public. For reasons, well, maybe because it may have belonged to one of the heads of the French Hero Commission and they were…super…rich.” He tried to control his face and stop it from slightly cringing at the memory. Not like he regrets it. No. It’s just…so stupid. “I know it doesn’t look like it from the state of it right now.”

Tsunagu got up and walked over to the curtains, flicking them all open and causing dust to fly out again, making him cough as he waved the clouds away. “There we are.” He muttered, gesturing to the view from the window and revealing a balcony to the Younger-not-really-him still over by the table.

“The whole of Paris. All of it, you can see from here. The Eiffel Tower, all those streets and lights at night- this is the highest floor, and so…well, the view was just too good to pass up!” He smiled. “I had snuck in one night because, quite frankly, I was bored, and stumbled across this gem of a view. But, once I was in, I noticed that the Governor was approaching and so I hid.”

He considered stopping for a moment, but decided he may as well finish the story while he was here.

Walking back to the table, he plopped himself back down onto the chair and sighed.

“He was on the phone, talking to someone, so obviously I listened. Authoritative figures in charge of people trying to do good…almost always predictably bad.” He paused. “I didn’t kill him.” He made clear, not that it mattered much considering what had happened to various others. “But…I did make sure to scare him and humiliate him just enough to drive him out of this place and of the commission for good!”

He smiled at the memory. It was…pretty amusing. Okay, no it was hilarious, but Tsunagu had to pretend it wasn’t that funny.

Oh. He’d gone on for quite a bit…maybe he’ll leave that there for now.

“So yeah! I then just kinda took ownership of this Safe House!”

Tsunagu took a moment to digest this story. And- he guesses that him and Jean have similar-ish ways of solving… problems, let’s say. “...Huh. Nice.” He’d done something like this too, before, but not in France- and it had been by way of blackmail. Not physical force.

Though that had happened during the France trip. “What did he try to do? Wait- no, don’t count that as a question. And… did you just have no paperwork to do? When I did something like this, I had to make up a whole new identity, get papers, create a false trail.” Tsunagu sighs. “It was a pain,” He complains.

He’d also had to do some finangling to make sure some places and resources stayed off-board. No records. Bribery sometimes worked, and blackmail only worked when you were anonymous, otherwise the blackmailed person would have a grudge and work to dismantle you.

Tsunagu looks out the window. The view is fucking amazing. He bets the politician that Jean had removed had thrown people out of this window, before.

A thought occurs to him. “Wait- do you have to pay rent? And you said it was a few years ago… so you became a hero and left Japan for France when you were eighteen? Nineteen?” Alright, that made sense. “So you’ve just. Been in Paris for three years?”

Huh. Tsunagu can’t imagine staying here for that long. Too many crime syndicates for him. Well- those weren’t the problem, the problem was that he’d kept running into things far, far above his weight class. And that had sucked, until he figured out that most big names in Paris weren’t willing to outright kill children. Or do… well, torture was on the table, sometimes, and that had been a not-fun experience, but there’d be nothing sexual. Period. Paris was crime, yes, but not that type of moral degeneracy. “Oh, wait. It’s your turn to ask a question, right?”

Oh yeah. Question. Good idea.

“Well, there was paperwork, but luckily I ended up doing the Hero Commission a favour so they kinda sort all of that out for me. Including rent!” Tsunagu chuckled, running his hand through his hair - oh it was messy and dusty, that’s bad. No, nevermind, no time for hair, Tsunagu. “Yeah, I lived here until I was twenty and then just went back home. Wasn’t planning on coming back for a while, but here we are now I guess!”

He waved his hands around and cleared that train of thought. “Anyway! Question, yes.”

He furrows his brows and thinks on what Arcane had just said. Paperwork? False trail? That was…interesting, to say the least. Especially from fifteen-year-old Him-not-him.

“You mentioned having to go through paperwork and make false trails for something…” He tried to not let his Hero Persona take over that sentence, after all, he’d done some pretty interesting things as a teenager too so he was pretty curious. “What happened there? Maybe, slightly-not-so-legal stuff? Don’t worry- I’ve been there- uhh…you don’t have to answer if you don't want to!”

Yeah, Tsunagu felt like he was digging a slightly deeper hole here…possibly for both of them.

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#bnha #best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #interdimensional therapy au #tw animal death mention #woooooo #this is getting. so long lmao #imma have to post these every other day perhaps lol #may have to make some edits but I’m outside rn so <3

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steveezekiel · 11 months ago

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THE PREPARATION 2

15 BUT even before I was BORN, GOD CHOSE ME and CALLED ME BY HIS MARVELOUS GRACE. THEN it pleased HIM

16 TO REVEAL HIS SON TO ME so that I would PROCLAIM THE GOOD NEWS about JESUS to the GENTILES. When this happened, I did not rush out to consult with any human being."

Galatians 1:15–16 (NLT)

• As said in the first part of this teaching, whatever is permitted in your life, that is, things you are allowed to go through by God, in your Christian journeys, are meant to prepare you for the assignment He has for you.

- How would you know that your case is being supervised by God, and you are being trained by Him for a Purpose:

I. When it was obvious to you, after you have prayed, fasted, obeyed all the spiritual principles in the Word of God; but it was like you could not get solutions to the challenges confronting you.

a. Ask God to speak to you about the situation.

b. Ask about what He specifically does want you to do.

II. Another thing is, when you occasionally experienced a little relief, or comfort, afterwards, the challenges come up again in other forms.

a. It thus means that God had moved you up, you had made some progress, but other challenges have come, which He wanted you to learn from—at the new level.

b. Remember, It was shared earlier, through the divine Programme of God, Joseph was permitted to be moved from Potiphar's house to the prison yard, for further Training on leadership, because he was being prepared for the throne—leadership, or rulership.

III. When you are becoming mature spiritually, in which your gifts started manifesting, and you started blessing others with attendant or associative results.

a. And People started testifying to what God did through your prayers, or ministrations to them, but you could not see much changes in your own situations—in the things which you are passing through in life.

b. This is a sign that you are in the training School of the Spirit. You are being trained for a specific assignment or Purpose.

c. Another thing which you would notice is, spiritual things would be prospering in your hand, but If you lay hands on other things, apart from the things of the Kingdom, you might not see or have any result.

IV. When it seemed every friend, relative, and those who could be of help began to desert you; and trying to avoid you without any genuine or obvious reason.

a. It could be that God wanted to put you in a tight corner that you would not be able to look at any other person for help, except Him. No one would be there for you at such a time of predicament.

b. He wanted to change your focus and attention. God permitted Moses to become a fugitive in a foreign land. He was in Midian at the back of the dessert for forty years (Acts 7:29,30).

c. His Ambition of leading his people out of slavery left him. In fact, when God came for him, to be sent for the assignment, he was reluctant and full of excuses, he had no confidence in himself any longer (Exodus 3:10-15; 4:1,2,10-13). He had become a broken person, who would not be able to do anything without God's help.

d. He no longer had CONFIDENCE in his physical strength, as he did when he slain the Egyptian at the age of forty (Exodus 2:11,12; Acts 7:23,24).

- If you can submit, cooperate, and obey, there in It, is joy and blessings at the end: "IF you are WILLING and OBEDIENT, YOU shall EAT the GOOD of the LAND" (Isaiah 1:19 NKJV).

• How to respond to the PREPARATIONS or whatever you are being taken through.

I. Submit without murmurings:

"AND DON'T MURMUR AGAINST GOD AND HIS DEALINGS WITH YOU AS SOME OF THEM [the Israelites] DID, FOR that is why God sent his Angel to DESTROY THEM" (1 Corinthians 10:10 the Living Bible).

II. Be patient and cooperate with God:

"THAT you do NOT become SLUGGISH, BUT IMITATE THOSE WHO THROUGH FAITH and PATIENCE INHERIT THE PROMISES" (Hebrews 6:12 NKJV).

III. Let God's dealings be thorough in your life. Do not try to dodge them. Let Trials have a perfect work that produced Patience and other approved characters (Romans 5:3,4; James 1:2-4).

IV. Pray consistently, without ceasing, and let fasting be added, coupled with the Studying and meditations on the Word of God (Joshua 1:8; 1 Thessalonians 5:17; 2 Corinthians 11:27; James 1:22-25).

V. Develop and build a strong fellowship with the Holy Spirit in your walking with God (John 14:16,17; 1 Corinthians 14:2).

VI. Humble yourself and allow Him to lift you up at the due time (James 4:10). a. Do not be in haste to come out of the dealings, let it be thorough, that you may come out shining like gold:

"SO let it GROW, AND DON'T TRY TO SQUIRM [wriggle or agitatedly-move] OUT OF YOUR PROBLEMS. FOR when your PATIENCE is finally in full BLOOM, THEN you will be READY for ANYTHING, STRONG IN CHARACTER, FULL AND COMPLETE" (James 1:4 the Living Bible).

b. A Gold substance that is not well tempered in fire would not be well refined and shiny. That is, It would not come out with Its full colour and potentiality.

VII. Obey whatever God instructed or said to be done: "... AS MOSES WAS DIVINELY INSTRUCTED when he was about to make the TABERNACLE. FOR He said, "SEE that you MAKE all things ACCORDING to the PATTERN shown you on the MOUNTAIN" (Hebrews 8:5 NKJV).

• You will not fail in Jesus' name.

Peace!

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itsyourchoicedevotionals · 2 years ago

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Deals In Impossibilities

“…Have faith in God. Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and thrown into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.” Mark 11:22-24ESV

God deals in impossibilities, that’s the way He prefers. Possibilities can be left to you and I.

The English language has three main verb tenses— past, present, future. Our text contains all three verb forms. Most impressive to me is the last verse “ask” present tense; “believe” present tense; “have received” past tense; “will be” future tense. This has to be intimidating to the mind of one needing faith to receive healing. How can we have faith to receive out the future what we need in the present?

Kenneth Hagin, the father of the ‘word of faith movement’ within the church had quite a story of faith. Born premature at nearly a pound, he wasn’t expected to live. Despite predictions Hagin survived to nearly 18 years of age, barely able to see to read as the day hours waned, paralyzed waist down, internal organs placed totally incorrectly inside his body. Even the fact he survived at all was a total miracle. Doctors had told his family from day one, he couldn’t survive.

Somewhere around age fifteen, Hagin got a hold of our text scripture. He wanted to understand how the scripture worked. Over the next sixteen to eighteen months he meditated upon; prayed about; wrestled with; and finally totally believed the text meant he was healed — as he lay there, paralyzed in the bed.

Holy Spirit spoke into Haggis’s heart one day— ‘So you think you’re healed?’ Hagin — ‘Yes I am healed.’ Holy Spirit — ‘What are you doing in bed? Healed people have been out of bed for hours.’

Hagin struggled to force his paralyzed legs off of the bed. Hanging onto the bedstead for dear life, he managed to get his feet onto the floor. Pins and needles hit his legs, then his entire body. Every organ became new aligning correctly. Feet and legs gained strength. What he had received fully in his heart, suddenly manifested in his reality. From that day forward Hagin until the age of 86 years of age preached the truth of Mark 11:22-25.

The story about Brother Hagin, and even Oral Roberts both have a lot of relevance to me. I believe I’m healed. Daily I declare my healing. Meanwhile, illness has refused to leave my body since October 27. Doctors have failed to come up with solid answers, kill the infection, etc.

Now I’m studying our text, praying over it, wrestling with it. Healing has to become a reality in my body to complete the prophecy God gave me in 2000. Satan has been fighting me, but he’ll not win— Jesus is Lord.

What do you have to have? The answer lies in our text. Believing we have today is primary. Will you join me in seeking God for what you’ve been needing? We may have to walk against the local church. But desperate people will do desperate things. It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Holy God have we walked the wrong way? Are we in need of becoming totally fanatical in our faith? Help us Lord God to cast aside every concern or fear and walk in the way of faith necessary for your Bride, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

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edenmemes · 4 years ago

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❝ somebody else came through earlier. you should have seen the look on my face when it wasn’t you! ❞ ❝ let’s forgive each other and forget, go back to how things used to be? ❞ ❝ right now i wouldn’t talk to me if i were you. ❞ ❝ i’ll have to pick up the pieces somehow, and figure out how to get on with my existence. ❞ ❝ we have caused such violence in the intervening time, that we must take this as a real victory. ❞ ❝ i’ll wait for you however long it takes. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. but this is something i have to do. you wouldn’t understand. ❞ ❝ the only one responsible for all of this is you. and i thought even you would have understood that by now. ❞ ❝ i don’t like it when you’re quiet for too long, what’s on your mind? ❞ ❝ what is it with you gods talking behind the backs of all your friends? ❞ ❝ the world you seek out there...it’s even crueler than the one you know. ❞ ❝ look, i don’t hold grudges, you know that. ❞ ❝ i’m worried you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing yourself past your limits. ❞ ❝ your lapse in judgement here is not so easy to forgive, yet easily punished. ❞ ❝ i didn’t mean to lose my temper with you. ❞ ❝ the fates are pretty mean to keep on doing this to you. ❞ ❝ i hardly think this is the time or place to indulge your overwrought imagination. ❞ ❝ for our sparring practice, there's no teacher than the real thing. ❞ ❝ they say a lot of things about me; and they’ll tell you, ample caution is in order. ❞ ❝ either your limitless power has considerably waned, are you are up to something. ❞ ❝ i risked everything by helping you out there. ❞ ❝ my voice is nothing but the crunch of gravel underfoot compared to yours, which soars as though on wings. ❞ ❝ to doubt is an important instinct. without it, we could not conceive of better circumstances than the ones we know. ❞ ❝ let’s not set a bad example for the family. we’re better than all that, they’ve many bad examples as it is. ❞ ❝ you are persuasive like your mother, and determined like your father. ❞ ❝ if you think for an instant that i shall go easier on you, you’ll soon learn otherwise. ❞ ❝ is clinging to a memory what keeps the soul from fading? ❞ ❝ don’t know what it is about you, but i feel like i can be me with you, you know? ❞ ❝ war, much like the heavens and the sea, can be considered as a force of nature. ❞ ❝ if you know that you could only see me for but a moment’s time...would you still make the journey for me? ❞ ❝ i, too, wish for a lot of things. unfortunately there’s no unraveling the fates’ patterns. ❞ ❝ i left when it was necessary. i thought of you and hoped you’d understand. ❞ ❝ all of which you think you have achieved was merely handed to you. ❞ ❝ the past me, it’s as though...it wasn’t even me. this is me, now. ❞ ❝ in war, one must take sides, and you had best choose mine. ❞ ❝ i do not act by whim or by mistake. ❞ ❝ i just don’t understand. why keep on being nice to me, like this? ❞ ❝ you’re so much more than what you said. i wish you could see that. ❞ ❝ it’s really nice, sometimes...knowing somebody really cares about me. ❞ ❝ my father? he’d not a one redeeming quality. ❞ ❝ we can learn from our mistakes or we can keep repeating them. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing you can do to hurt me. ❞ ❝ soon doubtless it’ll be your portrait hanging on that wall back there. ❞ ❝ just don’t go starting any wars you don’t intend to finish. ❞ ❝ you do something for me, in the meantime: don’t give in to what you’re feeling now. ❞ ❝ it is not often i attempt to kill someone and they survive. bravo! ❞ ❝ why does the soul remain, after the body bleeds, and dies, and turns to ash? ❞ ❝ all gods and goddesses are to be feared. ❞ ❝ what more could i have even done? could i have swayed you, in any other way? ❞ ❝ i tried, with all my might, with all my heart, you must know that, and still, it never was enough. ❞ ❝ i’m pleased to see your father’s stubbornness is manifest in you as such determination. ❞ ❝ i’m really starting to hate you. you know that? ❞ ❝ know that i am grateful for the outcome. even if i fail to act like it ❞ ❝ i’m with you every step. then i will probably ignore you like the rest. just warning you ahead of time. ❞ ❝ i only wish we met sooner, though i’m grateful to have met you at all. ❞ ❝ you work too hard. live a little. ❞ ❝ i warn you: i shall hold nothing back. ❞ ❝ that’s something very private that you’re asking... ❞ ❝ use caution with the tone you take with me. ❞ ❝ if you have any sense remaining in that head of yours, i caution you not to discuss this here and now. ❞ ❝ you saw something in me i never knew was there. in turn, with you, i felt....calm. whole. ❞ ❝ i only know that i was filled with rage. ❞ ❝ the fates decided this for us, i guess, and so...who are we to complain? ❞ ❝ i pray the fates not ruin all your dreams as they did mine. ❞ ❝ what’s the worst that could happen? ❞ ❝ they left their mark upon the world. shall you? ❞ ❝ your mockery of me may temporarily embolden you, but achieves nothing useful in the end. ❞ ❝ what exactly is it that makes you feel entitled to show me such disrespect? ❞ ❝ i’ve got to admit, you are really frustrating, you know? ❞ ❝ i seem to have this whole ‘easy-to-underestimate’ thing about me. ❞ ❝ you seem a little quieter than usual. dare i even say a little somber and remorseful, for some reason? ❞ ❝ it’s because i like you. in case you still have some misgivings about that. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. it’s good enough a guide, believe me. ❞ ❝ you always seem in good spirits, though. ❞ ❝ i cannot change the past. and there is only so much i can do about the future. ❞ ❝ a loving heart is a forgiving heart. ❞ ❝ just in case it hasn’t been made clear as crystal lately, let me tell you: when presented with the opportunity, don’t ever reject me. ❞ ❝ you know, i got to say i had a few concerns when we first met, your father being who he is and all. ❞ ❝ i like it when my prey bites back. ❞ ❝ my attempts at making peace are going to be rather subtle for your tastes. ❞ ❝ you'd best not take for granted my affection yes, i’ve lots of it to go around; but i can just as easily rescind such privileges. ❞ ❝ don't be messing with my feelings. my loyalty's hard-won and quickly lost. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ if i may say? you’re a hell of a guy. ❞ ❝ you truly take me to the best of places. ❞ ❝ death shall come. either to your enemies, or you. ❞ ❝ a mortal’s life is short, and fraught with pain; is that truly the life you yearn for? ❞ ❝ you think you are superior to me? you are a fool. ❞ ❝ even i have doubts, from time to time. ❞ ❝ i wasn’t expecting to make any new friends here anytime soon. ❞ ❝ i grow angry merely thinking of your situation. ❞ ❝ i wanted to apologize for when i pried about your past. ❞ ❝ nobody gets out of here, whether alive or dead. you think i jest? you think i haven’t tried? ❞ ❝ they got me, finally, of course. but not before i broke them first. ❞ ❝ you are immortal, but in a manner, you can die. ❞ ❝ you have a lot of nerve --- but little else. ❞ ❝ oh, you look terrible, if i may say. ❞ ❝ you’re either naive or you’re much too kind, or both. ❞ ❝ despite whatever difficulties you’ve encountered, again and again, you have never yielded. ❞ ❝ though, that war? don’t ask me about it again. all right? ❞ ❝ you may not make your father very proud, but it is just the opposite with me. ❞ ❝ even i’m beginning to fear you, i think. seems i don’t know you as well as i thought. ❞ ❝ you have a worried look about you. spare me your thoughts? ❞ ❝ names are there to be forgotten. ❞ ❝ it’s not your fault. you couldn’t have known. ❞ ❝ i know it’s not been easy for you. ❞ ❝ you honor me...i have done nothing to deserve this. ❞ ❝ oh, how i hate to fight with you like this! ❞ ❝ follow your heart? that’s odd advice, especially from you. ❞ ❝ the fear of death keeps mortals well in check. you’d best learn to fear something yourself. ❞ ❝ you are going to get me in a heap of trouble before all is said and done. ❞ ❝ i'll hear no more such wicked lies, half-truths, or quarter-truths. ❞ ❝ well, if you won’t say it, i’ll say it. good-bye. ❞ ❝ i know of no one, nothing stronger, other than the love we share. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on, yet. ❞ ❝ you seem less warlike than the rest. ❞ ❝ can’t always trust what feelings say. ❞ ❝ my temper i shall keep in check, but only barely so. ❞ ❝ i am unmade, unwhole, here in this place, alone. ❞ ❝ my past is not really worth mentioning. ❞ ❝ you may not really need me, but i will take these opportunities to help. ❞ ❝ you sound a little tongue-tied. just like you always used to around me. ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ this look like a shoulder to cry on to you? ❞ ❝ ...you know who you sound like right now, don’t you? i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i think, deep down, you are still that inexperienced little godling that you used to be. ❞ ❝ i always had doubts the gods were listening. that they could even hear. ❞ ❝ i was just checking up on you, just...let me know if you wanted to talk, for any reason. ❞ ❝ if there’s one thing i know, it’s that the three fates always get their way. ❞ ❝ hey, you’re not alone. you’re not alone, ok? ❞ ❝ you're not exactly easy to approach, you know. ❞ ❝ i grieve for you, my friend. ❞ ❝ are you lecturing me about healthy relationships with family? your family is the most broken and corrupted in the history of the entire concept. ❞ ❝ you think you can just walk away from me? ❞ ❝ how about it, then? care for a drink, with me? ❞ ❝ you are entirely too young to have had meaningful experience with loss. ❞ ❝ something the matter, there? or have you come to torment me some more with idle chat? ❞ ❝ you will find me waiting for you once you get here. every single time. ❞ ❝ men worship ares willingly; they are so much like him. ❞ ❝ while love’s the force that brought me and countless other’s low in life, it also brought me and countless others strength. ❞ ❝ others shall always doubt me. you may doubt me. ❞ ❝ beware the narrow distance between hastiness and swiftness. ❞ ❝ a crashing wave or thundering tempest are nothing to a broken heart. ❞ ❝ think back on when you started all of this. you now know so much more. are capable of so much more. ❞ ❝ as ever, you think only of yourself. ❞ ❝ this is where you belong. you feel out of place? where would you even go? your place is here. ❞ ❝ your path is yours to shape as you see fit, regardless of the fates’ design. ❞ ❝ you’re no god! you’re nothing but a piece of trash, born into all of this. ❞ ❝ you seem to have me all figured out. and here i thought we were still getting to know each other. ❞ ❝ are there truly no depths to which you would not stoop? ❞ ❝ leave me be, and don’t think you’re going to be so lucky next time we meet out there. ❞ ❝ you have the tendency to ask too many questions. ❞ ❝ i smell the blood on you. you are severely wounded. ❞ ❝ don’t be messing with my feelings there. my trust is hard-won and quickly lost. ❞ ❝ if you wish to test the fine relationship we’ve built, why then, i can confirm you’re testing it, all right. ❞ ❝ don’t ever take me for some thoughtless nymph to be manipulated. ❞ ❝ don’t get on my father’s bad side like that and you’re going to be fine. ❞ ❝ how’s your endless toil treating you? ❞ ❝ i’d never trade my bow for all that pomp and armor. but, to each their own. ❞ ❝ let me see you now for what you truly are. ❞ ❝ was i deceived, in thinking this of you, of us? ❞ ❝ i get what i want around here. ❞ ❝ don’t you understand i’m trying to fix the problems you caused? ❞ ❝ the gods are on my side, not yours. ❞ ❝ don’t you dare look at me like that. ❞ ❝ life isn’t particularly fair. i’d have expected you to know as much. ❞ ❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ you have no concept of which impulses to act upon, and which to keep in check. ❞ ❝ when i inevitably, inadvertently trample all over your feelings at some point, please tell me, all right? ❞ ❝ you don’t even know who i am. who i was. ❞ ❝ won’t you come back to me? when you are able, please. come back. i shall be waiting here, however long it takes. ❞ ❝ never met a god that bleeds like you. red. like a worthless mortal. ❞ ❝ i got to hanf it to you. you don’t back down. you don’t ever back down. ❞ ❝ i’ve a tip for you: don’t be slow! ❞ ❝ you can’t escape your problems. you have no choice but to confront them, and work through it, sooner or later, one way or another. ❞ ❝ i knew you had a more sinister trick at play, because your fighting style certainly is of no concern just on its own. ❞ ❝ i...feel awful. i...i have to go. ❞ ❝ once people set their minds to certain things, it can be difficult to show them other possibilites exist. ❞ ❝ there’s something that i’ve wished to tell you: there’s no shame in your upbringing. ❞ ❝ i have known too many far too proud to accept help, even when it was sorely needed. ❞ ❝ may you yet come to your senses. ❞ ❝ i have virtually done everything within my powers to prevent this. all of it...for nothing. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. you’re going to pretend as though it never happened? ❞ ❝ seems i’m left to thanking myself, since you’re too proud to do it. ❞ ❝ fight like i’d fight out there. ❞ ❝ what have i done to deserve such scorn? ❞ ❝ you left, without so much as telling me good-bye. ❞ ❝ you’ve such weak blood, and such a temperament... ❞ ❝ i am very, very sure i haven’t murdered anyone. ❞ ❝ i am truly blessed simply to have made your acquantince. ❞ ❝ you wish to take advantage of my pity? ❞ ❝ it comforts me to see how far you’ve come. ❞ ❝ i’ve always wanted to kill a god. you’ll have to do. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to give me something in return, it was a gift! ❞ ❝ you know i’d take you if i could. ❞ ❝ you shut your mouth right now, with that. ❞ ❝ it’s never been an easy time for me. ❞ ❝ why do you think i keep on showing up? ❞ ❝ who might you be, wandering all the way out here? you’re trespassing on private property, you know. ❞ ❝ i’d rather have you as a friiend than as a foe. ❞ ❝ really, you’re kicking me out? why? ❞ ❝ you’re funny, but you’ll break. they always do. ❞ ❝ you must think that i abandoned you. you think i had a choice?❞ ❝ you’re stuck with me forever. remember that. ❞ ❝ you know these heroes by their deeds, not by their character. ❞ ❝ some would question the destruction which you sow, but i shall never do so. i fully understand your impulses. ❞ ❝ you’re quite effective at locating me, but not so good at leaving me in peace. ❞ ❝ you don’t need me & i don’t need you. ❞ ❝ you lived through all that? ❞ ❝ my heart soars, knowing you live. then it breaks, that our time together was so brief. ❞ ❝ you’ve only me. and i have only you. ❞ ❝ sulk in your chambers all you like, for i care not. ❞ ❝ where did you go...? what did you do...? ❞ ❝ monster! you have no bearing, grace or courage! ❞ ❝ you’re beneath the notice of the gods. i have earned their favor. ❞ ❝ your youth provides you with a certain mindless strength. ❞ ❝ wait. i don’t think i owe you any favors, here. ❞ ❝ you appear to have grown stronger since when last we interacted. ❞ ❝ please...it was never my wish to hurt you. ❞ ❝ death is your only family. ❞ ❝ i too was born of darkness, but i chose the path of light. ❞ ❝ don’t know how come everybody doesn’t sing. lightens the mood, passes the time. what’s not to like? ❞ ❝ you come from the bowels of hell. this is not your place. ❞ ❝ heroes? mere mortals, same as all the rest. ❞ ❝ offend me, and i’ll drain the last traces of colour from your cheeks. ❞ ❝ punishment is not the path to rehabilitation. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing like your father. i mean that as a compliment. ❞ ❝ i just hope that their intentions are as pure as they appear. ❞ ❝ don’t be sad, pretty much everybody dies sometime. ❞ ❝ i’ve done some things that maybe aren’t great. ❞ ❝ actions beat intentions. ❞ ❝ look! i’m grinning ear to ear! ❞ ❝ my fits of anger come and go just like the tides. ❞ ❝ you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ you will need to face your fears someday. ❞ ❝ true wisdom only comes with age. ❞ ❝ something has stirred within your heart. i can always tell. ❞ ❝ or...wait...what is this, did you just ask me out? ❞ ❝ i’m getting awful sick of seeing your smug face, time, after time, after time. ❞ ❝ your humility is matched only by your perseverance in the face of adversity. ❞ ❝ your stubborness shall only bring you pain. ❞ ❝ sometimes, our hearts become so full that they could burst. if only you could see how much i care. ❞ ❝ let’s see if you’re as skillful as you think. ❞ ❝ wait, you’re not serious. that famous sense of humor shining through. ❞ ❝ i’m surrounded by my family, but i always feel alone. ❞ ❝ i shall make myself quite clear in one respect: i fear i have a lack of patience for discussion. ❞ ❝ thought i might find you all the way out here. although, quite frankly, i’m surprised you’re still alive. ❞ ❝ absolute silence is my general preference. it may not be yours. ❞ ❝ i just like to see you menacingly smile. ❞ ❝ don’t tell anyone about this, understand? ❞ ❝ i told you i don’t need your help. ❞ ❝ you’re much too modest for someone with such a number of heroic deeds to their name. ❞ ❝ if anybody asks, we’re even. ❞ ❝ we had a lovely time getting to know each other. we laughed, we cried! ❞ ❝ what’s the matter, you gone soft or something? ❞ ❝ be sure to add those to the list of words you’ll eat someday. ❞ ❝ you know i’d do just about anything to aid you. ❞ ❝ you again. i told you to stay clear of me. ❞ ❝ in spite of all your efforts, it is probably the case that you still have a long and painful road ahead. ❞ ❝ you’ve always cared for me. i can’t ever repay you for that. ❞ ❝ i just thought i’d say, that was well fought back there. ❞ ❝ hush, it’s the god of trash, come once again to filthy up this place. ❞ ❝ changed your mind yet, or looking for more pain and suffering? ❞ ❝ maybe get some sleep or something? you look pretty beat. ❞ ❝ look, i’ve got a reputation to uphold. ❞ ❝ your father’s quite the big shot around here, but that means nothing to me, understand? ❞ ❝ you don’t have what it takes. nobody does. ❞ ❝ there’s no returning to the way things used to be. ❞ ❝ can i offer you some words of advice? get over yourself. ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ you now what i like about you? the way you bleed. ❞ ❝ may all the death you bring become the stuff of legends told in fearful mortal whisperings around the world. ❞ ❝ i just happen to think you deserve better than you’ve got. ❞ ❝ no love without pain. ❞ ❝ failure is the greatest instructor of all. ❞ ❝ i think you feel like you have some sort of fearsome reputation to uphold. ❞ ❝ you know what? i think we’re finished here. ❞ ❝ i know you’re not in a good spot right now. ❞ ❝ what you’re attempting is impossible. ❞ ❝ i’m not your practice partner, fool. ❞ ❝ i know you don’t mean any harm, but it just isn’t something i discuss with anyone, ok? ❞ ❝ first you defy me openly, and now you lie. ❞ ❝ admit it. you can’t stop thinking about me. ❞ ❝ i’d like to be alone again, so you go on ahead. ❞ ❝ maybe this might numb the pain a bit. ❞ ❝ something’s troubled me a little, about you. ❞ ❝ your failure is quite easily imagined. how often it recurs! ❞ ❝ found this, thought of you and all that, so...here. ❞ ❝ how i love these unexpected little run-ins with you. ❞ ❝ what brings you back around this way again? ❞ ❝ now what’s the matter? it’s like you’ve been up feasting day and night, you’re barely standing, everything ok? ❞ ❝ first i found you, i was certain that you had no chance at all. ❞ ❝ if it wasn’t you proposing it, i’d like to call it madness. ❞ ❝ i'll sleep when i’m dead. ❞ ❝ thank you for not forgetting about me. ❞ ❝ you must see plainly, then, what your birthright amounts to: you’re no better off than any of us here. ❞ ❝ i’ll do my best. for both our sakes. ❞ ❝ the world is not all lies and deceit as you make it out to be. ❞ ❝ you fight so desperately. at first i thought you simply lacked in patience. but now i see it’s urgency that drives you. ❞ ❝ you don’t know who or what you’re dealing with. ❞ ❝ who are you to judge, you misbegotten, shameful, unfilial maggot? ❞ ❝ you’re getting real predictable, you know. ❞ ❝ no one can avoid taking sides forever. but you can take the more sensible side, at least. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ thank you for making me feel welcome in your pleasant home. can’t say the same for most places i’ve been lately. ❞ ❝ i would very much prefer to think we both know better than to let old grudges stew forever. ❞ ❝ nothing is ever perfect, right? no matter how hard you try. ❞ ❝ while i know what you meant, i don’t want you to say such things again. ❞ ❝ look at you, you’re hurt there pretty bad. ❞ ❝ i can’t be completely sure but, what you said just now i think contained some of the component pieces of a compliment? ❞ ❝ don’t fall for mortals. use them if you must, but do not waste your love on those who waste away. ❞ ❝ you’re stubborn. however, so am i. ❞ ❝ you think me cruel, yet know nothing of cruelty. ❞ ❝ you just stick with me, i’ve always time for you. ❞ ❝ you look a little down and so i was just wondering, would you perchance fancy a song right now? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling we’re starting off on the wrong foot. ❞ ❝ a harsh winter is coming for you. and i’m afraid you’ve brought it on yourself. ❞ ❝ i was unkind last time. forgive my indiscretions there...or don’t. but i wished to apologize. ❞ ❝ don’t suppose i can talk you into fighting back this time? ❞ ❝ go occupy yourself someplace else. ❞ ❝ don’t feel bad! it had to happen! but if it’s any consolation, it’ll probably happen again! ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. ❞ ❝ wine does have a rather special way of making everybody look even more beautiful than ever. ❞ ❝ i am not interested in having company, especially from you. ❞ ❝ my faith is prone to shakiness sometimes. ❞ ❝ you’re not your father, thank the gods. ❞ ❝ i’d ask you to join me for a drink, but i know you’ve a task ahead of you, and liquor dulls the senses. ❞ ❝ you’re more stubborn than your father. i never thought that such a thing was possible. ❞ ❝ remember, next time, that on my whim i can take everything from you. ❞ ❝ haven’t we had more than enough of each other by now? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling i’m being watched. ❞ ❝ you’ve berated me repeatedly and often. ❞ ❝ you ever lose somebody dear to you? ❞ ❝ as you grow long in years, perhaps you shall learn better judgement as to whom to trust, and whom to never, ever disrespect. ❞ ❝ sometimes things weigh heavily on me, but then i hear from you, and it’s like i don’t have a care in the world. ❞ ❝ stay focused on the hunt, and it’ll help keep the pain at bay. ❞ ❝ you are just so spontaneous, and i’ve a liking for that sort of thing! ❞ ❝ no one gets out of here, whether dead or alive. ❞ ❝ what is it that you’re after, really...? ❞ ❝ don’t take my silence the wrong way, all right? ❞ ❝ that’s terrible...wish there was something i could do to help. ❞ ❝ your unpredictability is one of your assets. ❞ ❝ do not throw away your life as i did mine. ❞ ❝ you do not take all your defeats to heart, do you? that’s good. ❞ ❝ the fates can twist intentions. i don’t want to take the risk. ❞ ❝ sometimes you make me feel alive again. ❞ ❝ why...i was much stronger once, than this... ❞ ❝ sometimes i wish i knew more about your past. ❞ ❝ you shall not goad me into anger with a petty insult such as that. ❞ ❝ we’ve been through a lot, and i think we’ll be going through a lot more yet. ❞ ❝ feelings we shared...they faded, with time. ❞ ❝ learn well to shut that foolish mouth of yours, or i shall shut it for you. ❞ ❝ i knew so many warriors who would throw away their lives for glory, believing that the gods were on their side; refusing to consider that their opponents felt the very same. ❞ ❝ you didn’t need to vent all that inner turmoil onto me throughout my life. ❞ ❝ swear to me that you shall never repeat what you are about to hear. swear it! ❞ ❝ sometimes i wonder what’s going through your head. ❞ ❝ i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. ❞ ❝ i heard you got yourself into another mess that needed cleaning up. ❞ ❝ you have a good heart. keep listening to it. ❞ ❝ you picked sides, and things are not the same. ❞ ❝ all the terrible choices i’ve made. by the time you have existed for as long as i have, pray youo will have made fewer. ❞ ❝ i must admit i have grown fond of you. ❞ ❝ please open your mind to the fact that there are those who care about your wellbeing. ❞ ❝ i know you mean well. from the bottom of my heart, i thank you truly for the thought. ❞ ❝ how can somebody be so brash yet hate to take unnecessary risks? ❞ ❝ i know we can’t exactly change the past, but we can try to move forward. ❞ ❝ you didn’t answer my question. though, you know something? forget i asked. ❞ ❝ just checking in on you, but i’ll be on my way again shortly. ❞ ❝ you would speak to me of foolish mistakes? ❞ ❝ do not question my power. ❞ ❝ there is no point in doing it but pride. and pride is dangerous. ❞ ❝ i must admit, your strength of will is quite inspiring. ❞ ❝ i don’t hate you. i don’t think i can ever hate you. ❞ ❝ i've decided not to kill you. no sport in cornered prey. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d hear you talking about looking forward to working. you feeling alright? ❞ ❝ it has been far too long. although, the passing of the time was very kind. ❞ ❝ i have been thinking on this for some time, and i’ve a declaration i must make: i shall hear no more of your silver-tongued lies. ❞ ❝ oh good, somebody’s here to save me from myself. ❞ ❝ i wonder how much more insulting you could be. ❞ ❝ may i have this dance for old time’s sake? ❞ ❝ no matter how far you run, it doesn’t make your problems go away. ❞ ❝ i ever tell you you’re a real sweetheart? because, if not, i’m telling you right now. ❞ ❝ oh don’t worry, i’ll be back in fighting shape in no time. ❞ ❝ it’s not that i’m upset or anything. you know i’m not, but truthfully i’m a bit annoyed. ❞ ❝ you’ve got quite the fighting spirit in there, i have to say. ❞ ❝ ...answer me something. what am i to you, exactly, as of late? ❞ ❝ if you’ve not anger enough for it yet, you’ll learn, i promise you. ❞ ❝ i shall bring desolation upon those who wrong you. ❞ ❝ you know nothing of tempers if mine is your frame of reference. ❞ ❝ let me save you lots of future suffering: i happen to be the jealous type. ❞ ❝ i was really hoping we could change the subject. please? ❞ ❝ finally you cleared the mess you caused. ❞ ❝ i never grew accustomed to the air, up here. it gusts senselessly whichever way it pleases. ❞ ❝ i need your help with something. as i’m about to risk it all. ❞ ❝ love tends to blossom in the strangest places at the strangest times. ❞ ❝ normally they grovel, then they scream. they shut up eventually, but not you. at least, not yet. ❞ ❝ you know, you ain’t near as bad as i’d heard! ❞ ❝ so now you know. but, only half the truth. ❞ ❝ you are and always will be an insufferable brat. ❞ ❝ they say both gods and mortals are notoriously poor at estimating how long it takes to get anything done. ❞ ❝ flattery never got me anywhere with you to begin with. doesn’t mean i won’t keep trying. ❞ ❝ i’m warning you, i’m not susceptible to bribes. many have tried. ❞ ❝ by my estimation, you have slain at least a thousand souls. ❞ ❝ everyone’s saying i went easy on you. ❞ ❝ no, on quite the contrary i’ve been under no impression that avoiding conflict is an option here. ❞ ❝ you really won’t tell me anything about you? you’re just going to leave me to speculate, forever? ❞ ❝ fears, i think, are born of ignorance. ❞ ❝ i don’t exactly know the ways of mortals. ❞ ❝ it’s not just you swept up in all this nonsense now. you didn’t ask for me to get involved but what did you expect? ❞ ❝ if only i had wisdom such as yours, so that i was more capable of picking up on subtle jabs and insults such as that. ❞ ❝ did i detect some hesitance on your part just then? perhaps you knew that you were making a mistake. ❞ ❝ i need you in my life! how can you just...turn me away like this? ❞ ❝ no. no mournful speeches. now get out of my way. ❞ ❝ you needn’t lavish me with your faint praise. ❞ ❝ our memories are warnings. when you have lived as long as i have, you come to understand your weaknesses. ❞ ❝ you speak none of this, to anyone! ❞ ❝ it seems to me your strength outweighs your smarts ❞ ❝ you’re really too much for me sometimes, you know that? ❞ ❝ you speak as one who’s not experienced war. ❞ ❝ you’re looking kind of down. normally you’re all smiles, for whatever reason. ❞ ❝ your heart shall never carry you astray. ❞ ❝ it almost sounds as though you’ve broken up with me. ❞ ❝ come now, i don’t think that’s anything to be concerned about. ❞ ❝ where did you steal that kingly blade you’re brandishing about? it seems ill-fitting for one such as you. ❞ ❝ you overstep your bounds with me. but i shall make you fall right back in line. ❞ ❝ if there’s one thing i’ve learned since we met, it’s that the trust we share is at the very foundation of our relationships. ❞ ❝ it is woefully infrequent that i’ve cause for this, but i do have to thank you. ❞ ❝ so you’re realizing now that your entire image of me came from your imagination, is that it? ❞ ❝ sorry, my lips are sealed. how about we change the subject? ❞ ❝ you mistook me for someone who blindly follows orders without considering the implications. ❞ ❝ you, in a healthy relationship? why yes, that i have to see. ❞ ❝ you won’t tell me anything about you? you’re just going to leave me to speculate, forever? ❞ ❝ oh, would you look at whom i found, all by their lonely self. ❞ ❝ sometimes our tempers get the best of all of us. you’re fortunate mine didn’t get the best of you back there. ❞ ❝ you really need to learn to stop meddling in others’ affairs. ❞ ❝ was just thinking about you. ❞ ❝ the mortal concept of what constitutes as a hero is absurd. ❞ ❝ i may not be the one to kill you. but i’ll soften you up for whoever does. ❞ ❝ i have been waiting for a special moment to confess my great appreciation for your deeds. this moment’s special enough, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ all mortal life is fragile; it simply is a struggle to survive. ❞ ❝ it wasn’t any of my business to pry into your personal life. i should have asked. ❞ ❝ what do you say we deal some death together? ❞ ❝ the more you step away from your responsibilites, the less you shall want anything to do with them. ❞ ❝ what we were once, i wonder if it’s but a falsely ringing memory of mine... ❞ ❝ in all your boundless intellect, i’d have expected you would know i see through your intentions, plan as day. ❞ ❝ ii shall not lie to you again. that much, i swear. ❞ ❝ oh, i don’t have the heart to keep exacting vengeance on you. ❞ ❝ privileges are earned, not begged for. ❞ ❝ i thought we had an understanding. but, this wouldn’t be the first time i was wrong about someone. ❞ ❝ i have every confidence you’ll someday clamber from the shadows into the light. ❞ ❝ no paradise awaits you. ❞ ❝ did you miss me? i thought i’d steal away a bit and that together we might make up for lost time. ❞ ❝ when blood is spilled and death is dealt, i simply cannot remain discontented for too long. ❞ ❝ unlike my present company, i do not ask too many questions. ❞ ❝ what’s life without a little pain. ❞ ❝ i would do anything that you would ask of me. ❞ ❝ such a waste, all for your foolish pride, that you should care more to be remembered by those you shall never know than to be loved... ❞ ❝ look, if you don’t feel the same way about me at this point, i would rather know. ❞ ❝ you chose to die in glory, not to live in peace...and all for what? ❞ ❝ what’s the matter there? gone awful quiet. did i hurt your feelings? ❞ ❝ please, if not for your sake, then for mine...do not return. ❞ ❝ you blame your ancestors for your own weakness? ❞ ❝ i still grow frustrated with myself quite often and don’t always know whom to turn to. ❞ ❝ i’ll just remain here, comfortably at rest, for some untold millenia. ❞ ❝ the world has a limitless capacity for pain. ❞ ❝ well, if you do require some emotional support, know that i likely shall be standing over here. ❞ ❝ you’re not fooling anybody with your feigned benevolence, you know. ❞ ❝ i'm just an old killer, yet you treat me like i’m the one who’s royalty around here. ❞ ❝ life and death are inextricable, and war is often what connects the two. ❞ ❝ someday or night you shall look back on this, and thank me. ❞ ❝ i can no longer tolerate my life here in this place. ❞ ❝ they said you were headed this way. i said i’d stop you. ❞ ❝ if you were being too pushy, you better believe i would have put you back in your place, royalty or not. ❞ ❝ i am leaving, even if it kills me. ❞ ❝ hey, can’t ever be too careful when it comes to people’s past and feelings and stuff, right? ❞ ❝ should you ever go to war...do look me up. i imagine i would take your side. ❞ ❝ have you given any thought to just...leaving me alone, and going back to wherever it is you came from? ❞ ❝ and here i was beginning to think we had something special going. ❞ ❝ i’m worried you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing yourself past your limits. ❞ ❝ whoever it was you used to be, i believe you’ve changed. ❞ ❝ i’m no mere mortal. ❞ ❝ i suppose this must be what it’s like to be a god. being shown affection such as this. ❞ ❝ admittedly i was quite good at it, but i was nothing other than a killer. ❞ ❝ no need to get emotional, is there? i’m not the sentimental type. ❞ ❝ all that pent-up rage behind your smiling words... ❞ ❝ don’t ever fall for mortals. use them if you must, but do not waste your love on those who waste away. ❞ ❝ i was never terribly fearful of gods. they seem to have their struggles much like mortals do. ❞ ❝ i would ask you to think of your well-being for the time, not mine. ❞ ❝ must say you’re very good at hiding your worries. ❞ ❝ anger fades. anger burns hot, then burns out. what’s left is a dull ache. ❞ ❝ you have much to be proud of. you’re a great warrior. a great instructor. a great friend. ❞ ❝ you must know the seven types of love by now, don’t you? why, i have several types of love for you! ❞ ❝ sometimes i fear i shall develop some sort of grudging respect for you. ❞ ❝ as you grow long in years, you gain more burdens and responsibilities, until they bind you. ❞ ❝ you’re being very nice to me, and that makes me suspicious, understand? ❞ ❝ you like me? i never thought, i...don’t know why that sounds so strange, coming from you. ❞ ❝ just know that...if you feel the way i do...you know where to find me. ❞ ❝ i still have feelings for you, i think. ❞ ❝ you’re a god. i’m telling you to learn to act like one. ❞ ❝ we were invincible together, weren’t we? though, i have never missed those days... ❞ ❝ i like being on my own and all, but it’s been nice, talking to you like this. ❞ ❝ you’ve done more for me than i’ve any right to expect, from anyone. ❞ ❝ the heart can make us do the strangest things, can’t it? ❞ ❝ i would never have been remotely prepared for everything i’ve had to face, if not for all your guidance. and i don’t just mean the violent stuff. ❞ ❝ you’re not so bad, you know that? careful with that, or you’ll undermine the ruthless reputation you have. ❞ ❝ well, for all his failings, i’m thankful that he did not teach you how to hate. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that i hate anybody, really. ❞ ❝ why am i never proud of you? don’t take it personally. i’m never proud of anything. ❞ ❝ there are a myriad of tales to be told, of both great deeds and of vainglorious defeats, and this has been a tale that falls somewhere in the middle. ❞ ❝ why your path keeps on crossing mine, i’ve not the slightest clue. ❞ ❝ there is no replacing your presence. i felt that before we ever met, and now i know for sure. ❞ ❝ mortals are so bent on clinging to their lives, that many among them would gladly kill for it. ❞ ❝ listen to me. i don’t know how else to put this, but, i want you to come home. ❞ ❝ i think we understand something of loss, now, don’t we? ❞ ❝ hey, look, i can tell you’re struggling right now... ❞ ❝ you must know i often hunger for destruction, almost uncontrollably at that. ❞ ❝ you still have no idea how to be up front with me, do you. why don’t you tell me why you’re here, and what you want. ❞ ❝ the destruction you have sown, the sheer carnage...nothing can surpass that. ❞ ❝ i do not think i ever would have asked for help, at any point, because...i don’t entirely know how. ❞ ❝ but hope alone is worthless without action, is it not? ❞ ❝ as bloodshed has become somewhat of a necessity in my situation, i am very grateful that you’re with me in this. ❞ ❝ many mortals strive for greatness all their lives, never quite realizing there is no existing formula for it. not even a specific definition for it. ❞ ❝ there are aspects of my country that i miss, from time to time. the stark, bright beauty of that strange, wondrous land. ❞ ❝ pride is perhaps our family’s worst trait. ❞ ❝ i think for many of us, it can come as a surprise to learn that love and war often go hand in hand. ❞ ❝ you don’t have what it takes. ❞ ❝ had a feeling i would find you all alone out here. ❞ ❝ quit messing with my heart. ❞ ❝ swear something to me. that you’ll discard your fears about our bond. ❞ ❝ each time we fight...i think i learn a little more. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing to me anymore. ❞ ❝ say, you must know a lot of big shots, don’t you? other gods and all that? ❞ ❝ i trust, from time to time, you stop to ask yourself how come you choose to fight. ❞ ❝ you cannot change the course that has been set. try all you like. ❞ ❝ we don’t all share the same demeanor, nor see eye to eye. though all of us, i think, wish you the best. ❞ ❝ i’ve known great men throughout my life, and i can always tell when someone’s better than their circumstances. ❞ ❝ i am quite capable of making your life plenty difficult. ❞ ❝ i bet whoever it is that loves you...it’s because of who you are. ❞ ❝ i lay the blame entirely upon you, yes. who else? ❞ ❝ i think, deep down, you are not the heartless harbinger of retribution that you want everyone to think you are. ❞ ❝ in my domain, you either find your place, or you learn your place. ❞ ❝ you have no idea how good you’ve had it here. maybe someday you’ll come to understand. ❞ ❝ do not mess with me right now. ❞

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Full Moon on Samhain, October 31st: The Hunter’s Blue Moon With Horoscopes

For the first time since World War II, people in all parts of the world will be able to see the Oct. 31 display. Samhain's full moon will be a blue moon. What is a blue moon? A blue moon occurs when there are two full moons in one month. We are halfway between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice, a turning point in the season when we prepare for the cool months and shorter days. This is also a point in time where we turn our focus inward. How are we doing in our relationships? How do we feel about ourselves? What do we have to learn from our shadow self? This full moon falls under the sign of Taurus. Since the sign Taurus is powerfully rooted to the earth, this will be an ideal time to preform earth magick. Take this time to reflect on the magick and mystery of nature. This moon, though in Taurus, will inevitably shake things up in your life where things have been stagnant. Below, I am going to touch on the influences of this blue moon on each sign. Remember that it is important to know other signs in your chart, because it does affect your main sign.

Capricorn (December 22- January 19)

You may feel as if you want more attention or prosperity for the work or energy you have been putting out into the world. You may feel like you are fading behind the scenes, or maybe you aren’t getting close to desired achievements. This moon will reveal why you are feeling this way, and will bring you the boost of creativity you need in your life to move forward in what you are wanting to do. Meditate this Samhain, have a bonfire if you can, and add herbs and incense to set the mood. You aren’t alone, there are many spirits, for this is the most spiritual time of the year. If you are looking into spellwork, doing a spell on boosting creativity and insight on how you can get things done is going to be highly effective on this full moon.

Aquarius (January 20 – February 18)

There are two polar ways you will be feeling during this full moon. You may feel overly excited and you may want to go all out with the decorations and costumes. Do it! This full moon is activating your inner child, so don’t feel weird if you have an urge to trick or treat or watch a kids movie. If people give you weird looks, so what! You want free candy! In turn, you could be feeling bleak or depressed, stuck on your past and how you were robbed of your childhood. Don’t let any of this get you down. Inner child work is going to be very beneficial this Samhain. You will easily see into your past, and if you don’t have clear memories, feelings will guide you through your inner chid work. Nurture yourself like a child, but don’t coddle yourself. You are allowed to feel however you want, but like all things, in moderation.

Pisces (February 19 – March 20)

If you have been feeling stuck lately, look forward to a burst of inspiration and motivation. It might come out of nowhere, but you will feel ready to take on a new project or feel motivated to get things done that have been sitting for a while. You may feel inspired by those around you, or spirits could be putting subconscious information into your head that will inspire you. This is a highly spiritual time for you, and you will benefit from doing manifestation spells during this full moon. Remember to not take too many things on at once, and little steps are what you need to take to get where you want to be. Use this motivation to make a vision board.

Aries (March 21 – April 19)

You might feel like you are financially tight this year, which is understandable. Know that you are worth much more than you think you are, and you can get a job that you might not think you can get. If you couldn’t get fun decoration or a costume, don’t be upset! Samhain isn’t all about superficiality, it is about connecting to the other side while the veil is thin. Write down what you should be spending your money on vs. what you should not be spending your money on. Focus on what you can do to really save money, even if it is a few cents, it adds up. Consult your ancestors on what to do about money. You could use a ouija board (please use the proper precautions when doing this) or tarot cards to do this if you do not have the ability to talk directly. This is also a good time to cast money spells.

Taurus (April 20 – May 20)

You are going to feel much more energized than normal, but don’t let this scare you! You aren’t manic, you are extremely excited and ready to take the day, no, year on. This energy will be intense since this full moon is in Taurus, but it will not be a bad intense. Choose wisely where to put your energy. This is also a good time to examine the rules you set for yourself, and try to see if there is anything you need to change. Try to step out of your comfort zone, and realize that you are capable of much more than you think you are capable of. This is going to be a good time to think about all of the things you are capable of doing, so write down ideas for yourself and focus on each idea, exploring the possibilities that are available to you in this life. Charging crystals or any magical items will be highly effective for you on this full moon. Hold whatever you want to put energy into, and tell it what you want it to do. Let your items soak up the full moons rays all night.

Gemini (May 21 – June 20)

You have been wanting to explore your creativity more and open your mind to something new. This full moon is a perfect opportunity for you to get lost in your thoughts, take a magical bath, and curl up with an interesting book. You may want to watch horror movies or halloween movies from when you were a kid. This will bring a lot of inspiration and energy that you can harness for your creative journey. Any blocks you will be having will clear with this Samhain blue moon. You will be able to come up with new ideas and break out of your box to explore new creative things that you can thrive in. Crystal magick is going to be the best way to harness this creativity. Use crystals such as lapis lazuli, jasper, blue lace agate, herkimer diamonds, and tigers eye to help boost your creativity. You will also get signs from spirits as to what you can do, so look out for any symbolism or repeating numbers this Samhain.

Cancer (June 21 – July 22)

You are feeling upset that this Samhain isn’t going to be a normal one, but that isn’t stopping you from indulging in the Samhain spirit. You may feel lonely or like something isn’t right, and that can lead to depression. Call some friends and talk about your hopes and dreams together, and delve into spirits and ghost stories as well. The goal of this Samhain Reflect on your ancestors and their accomplishments, and how they may affect your DNA. You are a collective being of all of your ancestors, so look at what runs in your blood. Know that you are not alone, and your ancestors and other beings are around you in spirit. You can talk to them, though you may feel crazy talking out loud to the air, they can hear you. You may receive signs that they are there, like something falling off a shelf or a knock on the wall.

You should focus on divination, talking to your ancestors through candle scrying, ouija boards, and pendulums.

Leo (July 23 – August 22)

This year has made you restless and ready to get things done. This full moon is going to amplify those feelings, so you may feel frustrated that things aren’t going back to normal. Luckily, the stars are aligned for positive change, so making a move now is going to land you in the right place. Try to get some of that pent up frustration and energy out by carving pumpkins, making a vision board, deep cleaning your house of any residual energy hiding in the dust, and anything else active you can think of. If you play an instrument or sing, do that to your heart's content. This Samhain, focus on your higher self and try to take advice from it. If you get tired from all of your physical activities, sit down with a good book or watch a movie that brings nostalgia and motivation.

Virgo (August 23 – September 22)

You may feel like your world is upside down, and you don’t know what to do with it. You could be feeling depressed that this Samhain isn’t going to be normal, but know that you are not alone, spirits are all around you. Try to connect with them to get rid of that loneliness. Try scrying, ouija boards, and pendulums to connect with those beings around you, you will feel less lonely. You also might feel that this year has been against you, and you are stuck in a rut. This full moon will give you inspiration and motivation, getting you out of this rut with new solutions to old problems. Journal and try to figure out what you need to do to get out of this rut. You can try automatic writing to see what spirits are trying to tell you to help you as well.

Libra (September 23 – October 22)

Your highly empathic feelings have been hurting you this year, and you might feel sorrow from the deaths, fires, riots, corruption, and disease. Your highly sensitive heart needs a break, and this Samhain, you will get it. You may feel more empathic than usual, but focusing on what you can do to help yourself is going to be important. Go for a walk under the moon, take a long bath, watch some movies, and indulge in good food. You will learn how to feel for others without it harming you, bringing you motivation to help the world by donating, praying, and getting active in your community if you can. It is important to cleanse and cord cut this Samhain, focusing on taking negative energy out of your space and inviting healing energies in. Cut yourself off from negative people and thoughts with cord cutting. It will also be helpful if you place bowls of salt water around your space (don’t do this if you have animals or a way to get animals out of the space you are putting the bowls in) to soak up the negative energy.

Scorpio (October 23 – November 21)

You are fully immersed in the autumn spirit, embracing your birth month to the fullest, and revving up for a full on Samhain. It won’t be like other Samhains, but you don’t care. You are going to make the most out of this holiday, and it will bring you satisfaction and coziness like no other time of year. Watch nostalgic movies and embrace the colder weather. Drink some hot cider (you could add a little spiced rum if you are about that life) or smoke a little thc (if you are about that life). If you haven’t set the mood yet, what are you waiting for? Go get a cheap tiny gourd if you are out of money, and try to carve it. ANY squash will do, so don’t feel upset that pumpkins might not be in the cards because of the price tag. Have some pumpkin soup, pumpkin pie, candy, any kind of food that will get you into the fall mood. If you don’t have fall room spray, boil some sticks of cinnamon in hot cider, the smell is heavenly. Spiritually, focus on your shadow self, and try to communicate with the spirits around you. Make sure to use black crystals for protection.

Sagittarius (November 22 – December 21)

You are feeling EXTRA spiritual this Samhain. You may not even feel like yourself, but that is normal to experience on the most spiritual day of the year. You are more psychic than usual, so divination is going to be highly accurate and easier to perform at this time. Give out free tarot readings, read friends who don’t know what tarot is, chant, drum, sing, and get fully immersed into the spiritual side of this Samhain. You might feel to magickal to participate in more materialistic things, so make this Samhain your own. There is no right way to celebrate. Let the spirits guide you in your actions, and maybe do some rituals if the inspiration strikes.

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aliwritesfic · 4 years ago

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The Night Shift part 7 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)

Summary: Sunday lunch with the nightcrew bois, what secrets will come out?

Warnings: Emotional abuse

W/C: 1.9k

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Part 1 Part 8

The sun was too fucking bright. You groaned and rolled over, mouth dry and head pounding. Your phone told you it was almost eleven, which meant you only had an hour to get ready. That was okay, though. You weren’t exactly dressing to impress. It was only Manny and Frankie . . . Frankie.With a wince, you remembered your conversation with him last night. Had it been painfully obvious that you were talking about yourself? Surely not, if he was drunk too. But as you showered, you thought about what he said, and realised that he was right. At least, he was right about what you could remember him saying. Leaving Kurt wouldn’t mean you would be alone and unloved. You had Manny and Sara; you knew they loved you. But that didn’t change that if you left, you’d have nowhere to go. You had never been the type of person to ask for handouts, especially sympathy handouts. There was just too much to think about.

A text from your phone from Sara told you as much as you needed to know about her night went.

Manifestation WORKS 😉 sent 8:34AM

You spent a few extra minutes washing your face, enjoying the feel of cool water on your skin. Flecks of makeup that you had slept in swirled down the drain, grey and black and blue. Tiny bits of glitter glinted on your cheeks, reminding you of days past when you would drown yourself in glitter to go out clubbing. The memory made you smile, remembering how carefree and happy you were just a few years ago.

Grabbing your darkest pair of sunglasses, you were ready to go. You hadn’t bothered with styling your hair beyond running a quick brush through, and your face was devoid of makeup aside from any remnants left from last night.

It was a quick walk to the bistro, your stomach roiling the entire time. You knew it was food you needed; you had already thrown up several times last night after arriving home. The thought of filling your stomach spurred you on, your feet moving slightly faster. You whipped out your phone to text Manny.

Get. Bread. Please.

There were a few unread messages from Kurt. You knew that avoiding him was immature and would only come back to bite you on the ass when he came home, but the thought of opening them and actually reading them made you feel ill. And he would know when you opened them; he complained whenever you turned your read receipts off. So, you kept them on, to keep the peace, and just avoided opening his messages until you were ready to deal with them.

The bistro came into view, and you saw Manny already sitting at your usual table on the outside terrace. You sat down gingerly next to him and flashed him a weak smile.

“You look terrible,” he said gleefully, pushing a basket of bread and butter your way. You grabbed a small roll and broke it open, inhaling the warm scent.

“I feelterrible,” you told him. “Hangovers don’t suit me.”

Manny laughed ruffled your hair. You groaned loudly, swatting his hand away, which only made him laugh harder.

“Lover, I’ve never seen you in this kind of state before, let me tease you a little,” he said. You flipped him off and ate another roll.

“Is Frankie here yet?” You asked, trying to keep the hope out of your voice. Judging by the look on Manny’s face, you had failed miserably.

“Crushing on the cook, are we?” He waggled his brows.

“No! Of course not!” You said quickly. Liar a tiny voice whispered in your ear. “I was just wondering if he got the right place.”

“Well, wonder no longer, that’s him isn’t it?”

From your spot on the terrace, you could see the familiar figure walking down the shady street to the bistro. Your palms dampened with sweat at the sight of him.

“Francisco!” Manny called, waving him over. Frankie broke into a half jog, raising his arm in a wave. You sunk slightly in your seat, praying that he wouldn’t bring up your conversation with him last night.

“How’s your hangover treating you?” Frankie asked, taking a seat at the table.

“Fucking terribly,” you said, “this is not at all what I was promised last night when I did my fourth shot.” Manny snorted and turned to the waitress who had appeared at your table.

“Good afternoon, dearest Andrea,” Manny said.

“Manny, hun, you know I hate when you use my full name,” Andi, as she preferred to be called, said. You liked Andi, she a couple years younger than you and working her way through a master’s in engineering. “What are we all having today?”

“My usual, please,” Manny said.

“The greasiest thing on the menu for me, I don’t care what it is,” you said. Andy smiled at you in sympathy, knowing the tell-tale signs of a hangover. She then turned to Frankie.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before,” she said, her voice suddenly an octave higher.

“Francisco, or Frankie if you like,” he said. “Can I have the alfredo?”

“Of course, Frankie, anything else I can get for you?”

You and Manny glanced at each other, Manny with his eyebrow slightly raised. You knew Andi was a flirt, you’d seen her flirt with customers dozens of times, but something about this felt different. Personal. You chewed the inside of your lip, hoping your annoyance didn’t show too plainly on your face.

“So, what didyou do last night, lover?” Manny turned to you once Andi left.

“Drank too much,” you said. “Kurt’s out of town and Sara’s in town so I . . . I could go out. And I saw Frankie and his friends out.”

“Are your friends all as gorgeous as you?” Manny asked, turning to Frankie who blushed deeply.

“I wouldn’t say I’m gorgeous,” he mumbled, adjusting his cap slightly. “I’m just average.”

“Gorgeous and humble,” Manny said, “your partner is a lucky person.”

“I’m not- I uh don’t- I’m not with anyone,” it dawned on you that Frankie was terrible at taking compliments.

“Maybe it’s my personal bias, but out of all his friends, Frankie is truly the most attractive of them,” you said. You knew this could lead to something dangerous, but the chance to see Frankie flustered was just too good to miss.

“Yo-you do?” he asked, turning an even deeper shade of red. You nodded seriously.

“Whoever you date in future is going to be very lucky,” Manny said. Then, never one to linger on a topic for too long, Manny took a sip of his water and declared that it was feelings time.

“Feelings time?” Frankie sounded uncertain.

“Well, neither of us can afford therapy, so we use each other as therapists,” Manny explained. “We started it when I was working at Lou’s, and it’s been so long since I’ve had a good feelings time. Of course, you don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, and if you do want, keep it as light or as heavy as your heart tells you. Consent is key.”

Frankie nodded, obviously still unsure of the whole situation. It struck you then how strange you and Manny would seem to an outsider. Andi returned with food for the three of you, placing down the biggest burger you had laid eyes on in front of you.

“Enjoy,” she said with a wink to Frankie. “Come find me personally if you’re not satisfied.”

You could’ve thrown up at the blatant flirting. What made it worse was Frankie seemed to be enjoying it, smiling up at Andi.

“I’ll start,” Manny said, once Andi was gone again. “I’m feeling overwhelmed recently with my new job and the house renovations James and I are undertaking. We had a big fight over fucking tiles last night, and I know we wouldn’t have if I could just be decisive.”

“Does James know how you’re feeling?” You asked. Manny shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’d normally tell him about it in a heartbeat, but he’s been stressed too, and I don’t want to add to it.”

“He’s your husband, right?” Frankie asked and Manny nodded. You glanced at him in surprise. “Husbands should support each other. You usually feel supported by him, right? So why is now any different? His stress is your stress, yours is his. That’s what you signed up for when you got married.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t be afraid to tell him what’s going on with you,” you said, realising how ironic that was coming from you.

Manny looked thoughtful as he cut into his vegetable stack. “You’ve given me a lot to think about. Now your turn, lover.” You groaned. Feelings time was fine when you were listening to other people, and when the feelings you had weren’t so messy. But you could filter your feelings, and you trusted the two men you sat with.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m feeling like I want to end my relationship. I feel like I’m fucking miserable, but I also feel like I’m trapped. Frankie, you remember that friend I told you about last night? It’s actually me.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yeah, it was pretty obvious, but I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable by saying that.”

“Oh, my god,” you rubbed your face. “Right. So, like I said, I want to break up with Kurt, but it’s not easy to do.” You waited for one of them to interrupt you, when they didn’t, you went on. “For one, I don’t have enough money to move out. I don’t have much in savings at all because I keep needing to dig into it when he’s short on rent or money for bills or whatever. I don’t love him anymore, I don’t even know if I like him. Also, he said hedkillhimselfifieverleft.”

“Excuse me, he said what?” Manny leant forward, rage curdling his usually placid face. Frankie too, looked furious.

“He said he would kill himself if I ever left,” your voice was small. “I tried, one time, and-and he sent me a video of him tying a noose to a ceiling fan telling me it was my fault he was doing that. So, I went back, because I don’t want his death on my hands.” You realised with growing humiliation that you were crying.

Manny reached across the table and took your hand, holding it gently. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to bother anyone,” you said, “it was my problem to deal with.”

“When does he come back?” Frankie asked quietly.

“Tomorrow,” you said. Manny and Frankie exchanged a look and Manny nodded.

“If you let us,” Manny said carefully, “we’re gonna help you get out. We won’t force you into anything, but we want to help.”

“Wait,” you sat back, confused, “wait. Have you too been conspiring behind my back? How? When?”

“No, not til this morning. I gave Frankie my number when I first met him, in case he had any questions. Then he messaged me this morning, and we got to talking about how we can help you.”

“If you want our help,” Frankie said. Part of you felt like you should’ve been angry, but you couldn’t be. Instead, you were overwhelmed with gratitude, with love. You grabbed a napkin and dabbed at your eyes under your sunglasses.

“I think I want help,” you said finally. You knew you couldn’t do this without help, even though it embarrassed you to admit that. Frankie nodded, satisfied.

“Alright, we need to make a plan.”

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A Yandere!Rikiya Yotsubashi/ReDestro x reader

SFW. I highly recommend you do not read this if you do not like yandere or CG/L themes. All actions taken by Rikiya are consensual. Super fluffy. Lots of physical touch. Mentions of depression. Long read.

Word count: 2,432

Rikiya walked through the front door and shut it quietly. It was late at night, I made dinner for the both of us and ate alone. I sat on the couch, grabbed a pillow, and looked at the clock: 11:48. I felt so... lonely. Today was awful. I was so stressed all day with work, schooling, and all the work at home kept piling itself up and it felt like the world was crashing down on me.

Rikiya took his shoes off, hung his suit jacket up, and loosened his green tie. God, he always loved that tie. Not that I'm complaining. He slowly approached as I quietly sobbed into the pillow in my arms. He crouched down in front of me, a good distance away so he could enter my line of sight as gently as possible.

"Hey... hey, my dear Little One, please don't cry. What's upsetting you this late at night? I thought you might have been asleep already..."

"Da- ddy..." I blubbered. My face was puffy and hot from crying so much. Rikiya quickly stood and pulled me into his chest. He rocked side to side as I cried into his sternum.

"It's okay baby... you're okay. We'll work through this together. It's okay to cry. Don't be afraid to show how you're feeling..."

He stood up, and as the dim light in the room revealed his face to me more, i could just make out his quirk beginning to manifest around his temples. He spoke gently, not a trace of malice or threat in his voice, as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt and took off his tie.

"It's okay, sweet thing... come here."

I reached out to a now slightly-larger Rikiya, shirtless and partially covered in dark spots. His arms were just big enough that they could carry me and hold me close as long as I wanted without getting tired. He must be stressed about me being upset.

I buried my face into the crook of his neck and let my tears flow. I didn't have the energy to full-on sob anymore, so sniffling and whimpering filled the empty, noiseless room instead.

He was quiet for a minute, shifting our body weight together from one foot to another in a slow, rhythmic sway. He carried me effortlessly like a small child, with one arm supporting my rear, and the other wrapped tightly around my back. He swayed and swayed and swayed until my eyelids drooped heavily and my body warmed so comfortably.

"Do you want to talk about it, Little One?"

"Mmm... The world feels like it's caving in on me, Rikiya," I said, lifting up my head and waking myself up. "I can't take it anymore. I'm so overwhelmed I can hardly breathe, everything feels so big and intense and I don't know how to deal with my feelings anymore. I've just been so... bummed, Rikiya. I really have. And even though you've been working so hard to change that around, I just... can't feel genuinely happy and content anymore. I'm so unhappy. I just hope you understand that it's not your fault in any way, Daddy. None of this has ever been your fault and it never will be. My brain is just... tired."

He stayed silent, the spots around his temples growing even darker. He frowned, gently allowing the tears forming in his eyes to fall down his cheeks and fall onto my chest. I stared deep into his eyes, hoping for some semblance of understanding, praying to whatever religious deity is out there that he wouldn't be upset about his hard work to make me happy, perpetually failing.

It's not like I wanted him to fail, right? He does make me happy every day, but I can't seem to have a long lasting feeling of happiness, or content at the very least. I feel awful because he worked very hard to make sure he was the best Daddy ever; and only my Daddy.

"Little One..." he said gently, "It's not your fault."

He took in a shaky breath and sighed, bowing his head. I rested my chin on the top of his head and stroked the back of his neck, playing with his hair and keeping my other arm securely wrapped around his shoulders.

"Daddy, it's not your fault either."

I kissed his head and snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"My Dearest, you have been nothing short of wonderful. I am so grateful to have you in my life. Now... just say the magic words... and I can take away all of your stress and worries."

"What about your stress and worries?" I asked.

"Little One, you know I can convert it into power. It's my meta ability. But let's not worry about that right now. I'm going to help you." He walked as he spoke, carrying me to our shared bedroom and helping me dress for bed.

"I want to take care of you. Arms up... You can take as long as you need to in order to think it over, but I want to take you away and hide you from the rest of the world… There you go, all dressed. I will give you my entire heart and everything you need and want. You won't have to worry anymore. My team can handle everything. I've been needing a change of scenery anyways. Let's go somewhere quiet and remote, with a beautiful view. You won't have to put up with schooling and work anymore." Large, calloused and strong hands reached for mine, smaller in comparison. "It will be our dream come true, Little One."

"I'll think about it."

He pulled the thick comforter back and over me as I layed down on our shared bed. He kissed my forehead and turned out the lights. For a while, he stayed by my side, caressing my face, neck, and arms, whispering the gentlest and sweetest words to me as if I were to shatter without them; as if they were the glue in between my pieces, holding me together and keeping me steady. He only laid down with me once he was certain that I wouldn't fall apart again.

I turned over to my side once he slid under the covers and got comfortable, admiring his beauty in the moonlight that poured in through the blinds in the window behind me. He played with my hair and whispered 'I love you's and 'my sweet Little One's in my ear until sleep took over my eyelids and lifted me away from reality.

The next morning, I awoke to the golden autumn sunlight painting the room through the window blinds. The rest of the bed next to me was warm, but empty. Everything around me smelled like sleep and cologne. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, shivering away the sleepiness and looking around. The room was tidied up a bit, the blinds opened slightly, and the scent of my favorite breakfast slowly started to fill the room through the open door.

I woke myself up enough to swing my legs over the edge of the bed, carefully put on some socks, and looked down. There, a pair of slippers were waiting for me, so was a soft white sweater that smelled like Rikiya and felt like heaven.

I got dressed and carefully walked down the stairs into the kitchen. There, Rikiya was wearing a black apron over his undershirt and dress pants, maneuvering the kitchen to make the best breakfast I have ever seen. He hummed a familiar tune as he worked and assembled a warm breakfast -my favorite- for the both of us.

"There you are, Darling," he said, as he spotted me standing in the doorway. A warm smile spread across his face and a red tint across the apples of his cheeks. "I was wondering if you'd be awake already. Not that it'd be a problem if you slept in. I would have just brought it to you, and we could've eaten breakfast in bed together. It's your favorite!"

He smiled at me as he tilted the dish toward me to show me. He walked out into the dining room and sat our dishes down on the table. I followed him. He pulled out a chair for me to sit in and I carefully sat down. He helped push my chair in so I could reach the table and then sat himself down.

We ate mostly in a comfortable silence aside from a few 'mmm's and 'this is good's. He finished eating before I did, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling at me. He grabbed my free hand and traced his thumb along my knuckles.

"You're so gorgeous, Little One. So… did you think anymore about my offer?"

"I did. I have just one question."

"You are more than welcome to ask me anything, Dear." He said, squeezing my hand lightly.

I looked into his eyes, and asked, "how are you gonna go about this? You said that I wouldn't have to worry about a job, school, or anything else. Would you just… keep me here? Like a prisoner? Are you gonna tell everyone I'm dead? What is your team gonna do if they get involved?"

He laughed lightly. "Don't worry, Sweetness. You are not a prisoner here. This is your home, right?"

I nodded.

"I'm glad we are on the same page. My team and I are going to execute a very intricate plan to let others know that you are no longer available for work and school. I will pay off all tuition charges, handle all legal aspects of quitting your job, and your family will still be in contact with you. We could do holidays with them if that would make you feel better. But other than that, do not worry a single bit about what's going on. I am here to take care of you and all of your worries. Okay?"

"Okay," I said. I'm still… unsure. I lightly furrowed my brow and looked away from him.

"Everything will be okay. I promise. I won't make you stay home, I'll take you out whenever I'm available, and I'm not here to hurt you. Let me take care of you and your needs, Little One."

I turned back to him and smiled. "Okay. Let's do it. You can take care of me... Do whatever you feel is necessary. I love you so much, Rikiya."

"I love you too, Baby." He smiled and kissed my forehead. He stood up, gathered our dishes, and disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared and gathered me in his arms. He peppered kisses across my cheeks and forehead as he carried me back to our bedroom.

"Won't you be late for work?"

He laughed, "Oh, no baby. We were understaffed today, so I decided to just call it a day for the company. So, I get to spend the day with you!"

"Oh-" I said.

He continued kissing my forehead and the top of my head as he sat me down and turned on the TV. He flipped through the movies available and selected one… my favorite! He pressed play and helped me get situated on a mound of fluffy pillows and under our thick comforter.

He sat himself beside me and undid his belt. "No funny business, I'm just getting comfortable," he giggled. He wore athletic shorts under his dress pants, he always did, and I knew they were a lot more comfortable than dress pants.

I played with his hair, which had never felt softer since he didn't gel it into his typical style.

He gently caressed my arms and waist and smiled. I started to focus on the movie and noticed him texting someone on his cell. I saw glimpses of messages like, "I need a copy of their tuition transcripts ASAP," and, "I need you to make a call and leave a message to their employer."

I left it alone and figured it wasn't really my business. Of course, it was my job, but I didn't need to work anymore. I figured it was time to leave that job anyway.

We watched the movie together in comfortable -mostly- silence. We joked and commented on the movie here and there, and when the movie finished we decided on what we would do for the day.

Rikiya picked up his daily newspaper and read for a bit as I got dressed and put on an apron. I pulled my hair out of my face and got my recipes out. I looked outside the kitchen window. It was cool outside, that perfect, quiet autumn day where bright orange leaves laced the sidewalks and the birds called to each other up above. There was a breeze and people were wearing sweaters and jackets outside, and squirrels and other small animals were finishing up their burrows in the tree trunks for the winter. The grass was dewy and sparkled in the morning sunlight and the outside smelled like rain and wet concrete.

A perfect day for baking, I thought. I turned back to Rikiya and watched him. He was carefully reading his newspaper. He looked up to me and smiled. I smiled back and asked, "You ready? I'm gonna need your help."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Little One."

He stood, set his newspaper onto the coffee table in front of him, and stepped into the kitchen. "Alright, what would you like my help with, Dearest?"

"First, I need your help taking the pans out of the oven and stacking them in a safe place. The one pan I do need is in the stack, it should be a round pan. Perfect for making pie!"

We spent the afternoon snuggled up together on the couch while waiting for our pie to bake. After it was done, we enjoyed a few slices and getting whipped cream onto each others' noses.

You may as well call it a 'perfect day.' I felt so safe in the arms of the Grand Commander of the MLA, the CEO and president of Detnerat, my partner, my hero, Rikiya Yotsubashi. He is so… beautiful. And wonderful, and so deserving of love and affection. And maybe a break.

I remember spending the next week resting, not having to worry about school, or work, not having to get up early, and letting the days pass me by gently, with Rikiya's arms around my waist and a smile on my face. I cannot wait for what he has in store for me for my- our future.

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diavolodigitale · 3 years ago

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Dream Sequence. Julian

A-a-and it’s over! Thank god, this one was incredibly hard to finish. I apologize to all Julian fans in advance for writing this but I am not really sorry! Well, maybe only a little bit.

All parts of the trilogy: Lucio - Asra - Julian - All stories in PDF

A part of the "trilogy" about dream encounters dedicated to Julian (because he deserves it). Nothing special, just You (or the Apprentice, or the Reader, however you view it) and Julian spending some time together (if you know what I mean, which you probably don't, so go ahead and read it, it's pretty short, I promise). My character was male, but you are free to imagine whoever you want since there are no references to it in the text.

Genres: Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Dreams, POV First Person, One-shot

Pairing: Julian/Apprentice(or Reader or You or Whatever)

Characters: Julian, Reader/Apprentice/You

Rating: G for Geez this one’s not so good ಠ╭╮ಠ

Size: around 2500 words yet again (what a coincidence, I know)

I open my eyes and see that everything around me is incredibly, terribly dull. It’s swamps as far as the eye can see, with only occasional floating isles of solid land. All of the trees are rotting and old. Their thin branches are reaching up like long eerie claws, with vines hanging everywhere, blocking many paths and obscuring the landscape. I cannot see the sun; the whole sky is covered with heavy clouds ready to burst any minute.

It doesn’t take me long to figure out whose dream this is. Being here alone brings me no satisfaction so I immediately venture to find the owner of this gloomy realm.

After a few minutes of aimless wandering, I finally spot a figure leaning on a broad tree trunk. I would have probably missed it, was it not for its white broad shirt floating in the wind.

Before I can come close enough to make my presence known, Julian looks in my direction. He doesn’t seem surprised and displays something more akin to mild excitement.

“I have not expected to see you here, but now that I have, I don’t want to imagine what would happen if I didn’t!” he shouts and waves at me.

I give him a smile and approach. My boots are already sodden and I am just glad to stand on the solid ground and not ankle-deep in mud.

“So, what are you doing here?” he asks, leaning back against the tree with arms crossed on his chest.

“Looking for you, of course,” I say, trying to shoo away the annoying insect that seems to have gotten stuck in my hair.

“Oh, how sweet of you,” he says and winks, grinning all the time. “You’re certainly a sight for sore eyes.”

“And why exactly are you here?” I ask. I know that the majority of ordinary people cannot control their dreams the way magicians do, but there still has to be a reason why Julian is in such a place out of all the possible options.

“As far as I can tell, it’s just your regular old meaningless dream, so, probably, no reason. Although now that you are here, I start to doubt that,” he says and squints at me, his gaze full of artfulness.

I roll my eyes and purse my lips.

“No, no, I’m serious!” he says hastily. “I just started to miss you, and now you’re here so I... I’m just glad to see you. And I do want to spend some time with you now since there’s hardly anything better I could be doing here.” The usual grin is back on his face and I cannot help but give him a smile in return.

“You are truly unbearable, you know that?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

“Well, then…” he mutters and I notice how his back arches against the tree he is leaning at.

“Well, then...?” I repeat and raise my eyebrow even higher, waiting for him to elaborate. I can guess what crossed his mind, but with Julian I can never be sure about anything.

“Perhaps, I deserve to be disciplined…” he proceeds intriguingly, starring at me, hardly trying to hide the hunger in his eyes.

I shrug and curve my lips, pretending to have no idea what he is talking about.

Julian sighs impatiently and pulls me by my arm, making me bump right into him. I hear his breath quickening and feel the tight grip on my wrist which signals that he probably does not intend to let go.

“Let’s just say, you have my permission to be a bit more… rough today. I do deserve a punishment after all,” he whispers and gently traces my neck with the tip of his nose.

I sigh quietly. Sometimes I give in to one these moods of his, but it just cannot go on like this forever. Not the way he makes it at least.

“To deserve a punishment, you first have to actually convince me you did something bad, Julian,” I say and carefully pull away from him.

He furrows his brows as he is taken aback by my response. Soon, however, he plasters another toothy smile on his face and lightly tugs at my arm.

“Oh, so you want me to beg for it, I see. Fine by me, I even like this idea a little more…” he says and kisses me behind my ear.

I enjoy his closeness but cannot stop worrying that there is no getting through to him because of how obsessed he is with his feeling of guilt. I decide that there is no other way for me to resolve this other than changing my strategy, so I try to soften the expression on my face and push him against the tree.

“Actually, I thought, maybe I could ask you to be rougher with me,” I whisper, doing my best to sound sincere with my request, and rub my nose on his cheek.

I feel him tremble with his whole body and pray to all gods that my plan works.

“Me?” he asks in disbelief. I look up at him, my eyes full of plea and sincere wish, and he immediately gives in. “Right,” he says and lets out a nervous laugh,” I cannot be the only one who gets all the luxury. It’s only fair if I… If I…”

I nod agreeingly and tilt my head back a little, exposing my neck. I see the uncertainty in his eyes and stroke his face gently to encourage him.

I realise that I myself seem to start shaking, expecting eagerly for him to act, and I can neither understand why nor stop it. There is always a certain tension between us at moments like this, yet this time is feels different.

Julian wraps his arms around me, continuing to stare fixedly at one point on my neck. I feel my heart rate escalating and pray that he does something already because the wait is killing me.

He leans in and lands a few careful kisses on my neck. They seem to be as pleasant and gentle as always so I find myself enjoying them and even am able to relax a bit. Lingering uncertainly for a few seconds, he finally decides to give it a try and quickly bites me at the base of my neck. I yelp as it hurts a little more than I expected, and he immediately jerks back.

“I am so, so sorry!” he yells, his eyes round and full of guilt and fear. “Are you okay? Is there any blood? Let me take a look at it. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

I reach to the spot where he bit me before he does anything and feel it with my fingers. There obviously is no blood as he hasn’t bitten even remotely violently enough to pierce my skin. I exhale with relief and look at his worried face.

“Oh, please, forgive me, I will never do it again! What was I even thinking?” he says and pulls on his hair, sliding down the tree trunk.

I squat beside him and lift his face by the chin to make him pay attention to what I want to say.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, feeling the waves of guilt for what I made him do starting to wash over me.

“Horrendous,” he says, his eyes already trimmed with red. “And guilty, and sorry, and…”

“That’s also how I feel when I hurt you, Julian. That’s what I wanted you to understand,” I finally muster and feel the heavy burden lifted off my shoulders.

He squeezes his eye shut and bumps his head against the tree behind him.

“How foolish of me… I have never even thought about that before. I don’t know how you can forgive me for this,” he mutters. It looks like he wants to reach out and grab my hand, but decides to jerk back when our fingers nearly touch.

I take his hand into mine and the leather of his glove feels cool against my skin. We’re both exhausted so the sooner I end this conversation the better.

“I don’t want you to feel guilty or sorry, I just want you to respect yourself more. Don’t sell yourself short, you also deserve care and affection, just like everybody else,” I say, stroking his hand. “There is time and place for everything, of course, so if you want me to, I can treat you differently, but I don’t want to see how you look down on yourself all the time.”

Julian’s lips stretch into a wide sincere smile and he looks at me with all the warmth that a single person can hold.

“I am such a fool, even the manifestation of you I have in my mind is much smarter,” he says quietly.

I look at him questioningly, not understanding what he is trying to say.

“This single dream is the best and most useful one I have had in years. Now that you’ve opened my eyes... I will not make the same mistake when I wake up and meet the real you again, my darling,” he says and lovingly strokes the side of my face.

“Julian…” I begin, not even knowing how to approach this, “you do know that this is me, don’t you? I am not something you made up in your sleep, this is actually me.”

I watch his eyes that were so calm moments ago become wide again and slide closer to him. The last thing I want is for him to have a breakdown because of me.

“I am… the worst,” he simply says and sighs.

“That’s not true,” I object and kiss him softly on the lips. He returns my kiss with triple the force, and I feel like I’m melting under his touch.

All of a sudden, a big heavy droplet lands right on my nose and, disappointed, I am forced to open my eyes. Soon, many more of them follow, and before we know it, we are both sitting soaking wet under a tree that has absolutely no means to protect us from the rain.

I am worried for Julian so I look him up and down to make sure he is alright. I notice his now half-transparent shirt sticking to the skin on his chest and his shoulder and hastily look away, but he has followed my gaze and is already grinning at me again.

“We should seek shelter,” I say, trying to shout above the storm that is starting, and help him up from the ground.

“Agreed, I am not a fan of drenching in the rain, even if this is a dream. Come on,” he says and confidently wraps his hand around my waist, “I know just the place for us to hide.”

Soon the rain turns into a downpour and we have to run for our lives to avoid its stinging heavy droplets almost bruising our skin. The place is magical, after all, and so is the rain, so it’s much more unpleasant than any other rain I’ve ever experienced. I suspect that the place is in such a state of gloom precisely because of how Julian feels but I keep it to myself and follow his lead. Even while running, he holds my hand tight and turns around every minute or so to make sure I am fine and able to continue going.

I trust Julian to choose the path among identically looking withered trees the branches of which are interwoven with different sorts of creeping plants. My trust pays off when we arrive at a cave entranced which is carefully tucked away behind tall dry bushes. I definitely wouldn’t have noticed it if I were to look for shelter on my own.

The cave is rather small, there’s barely enough room for it hold two people and an impromptu campfire, but we manage. Most of the twigs we are able to gather are completely wet, so I have to use a bit of magic for the sparks to finally start the fire. Julian is ecstatic about what my magic can do while I am silently thanking Asra for teaching me this trick right in time for me to be able to use it now.

Being able to catch our breath in the modest sanctuary provided by the cave, we relax a bit and ponder over what we can possibly do here with such limited possibilities.

I sneakily peer at Julian to make sure he is okay (or so I tell myself at least). He’s in a better condition than I expected, breathing deeply and with his cheeks pink from running, but still drenched to the bone. I cannot help but lower my gaze a bit and notice that his shirt is now sticking all over his upper body, contouring every muscle.

It goes without saying that he immediately catches my glance and reveals his teeth in a predatory grin. I must’ve been gawking at him for too long. It makes me feel embarrassed so I shift my gaze to the fire before me.

“Oh, no need to be so shy, after all, my view here is not much worse than yours,” cackles Julian and slides closer to me.

I doubt his words, remembering that I am also wearing a travelling cape given to me by Asra on one of the holidays we celebrated together in our shop.

It suddenly dawns on me that I actually know the spell that can dry our clothes so I think about using it to help out Julian, but then hesitate. He doesn’t seem like he really needs it now and I am somehow amused by the idea of him staying the way he is.

“How are you feeling? Want me to dry your clothes?” I ask to get rid of the pricks of my conscience.

“No, I don’t think so,” predictably says Julian. “I haven’t felt this good in a while, actually. What about you?”

“I am… fine,” I say. I really am fine but feel hesitant about saying it because it seems to me that he wanted to hear something else instead.

Julian pouts and only nods silently to my reply.

Not knowing what to do, I take off my cape and wrap it around his shoulders to make sure at least the exposed areas of his skin are covered with soft cloth. It makes absolutely no sense since we’re still in a dream and I have a dozen other ways to help him if he wanted me to, but it just feels like the right thing to do.

His smile softens somehow and I see the tips of his ears, which are sticking out from his wet auburn hair, growing red.

“Come here,” he says and motions me to come sit on his lap.

I oblige and soon lean my back against his chest with his long legs resting on my sides. He lets his slender fingers slide into my hair, combing it and scratching the delicate skin on the back of my neck. It’s a very calming and pleasant feeling, so I close my eyes and let myself get some rest.

“You know…” I start, feeling that I simply have to say it.

“Mm?” he mutters, preoccupied with my hair.

“That… what you did… wasn’t so bad,” I say shyly, hoping he will still understand even with me sparing him the details.

Julian’s fingers stop moving and he tilts his head to take a cautious look at my face. Before he can come up with any ludicrous remarks on the topic, I hurry to elaborate.

“Well... it’s you, so I know you’ll never hurt me or… And I’ll also never really hurt you, so… You know… You understand, don’t you?” I ask pleadingly. This turns out to be much harder than I expected. “Sometimes I’m just not in the mood and I want to be gentle with you. You deserve it.”

“I do?” he only asks.

“Change my mind,” I reply playfully, thinking that I will most likely regret it later.

I hear him chuckle and a second later feel his teeth carefully nibble at the base of my neck a few times. It tickles more than it hurts so I follow the reflex and tilt my head back to make him stop.

“If I do, will I ever be able to change it back?” he asks curiously, slides his arms in front of me to hug me and begins to trace circles on my stomach.

“With enough effort, everything’s possible,” I say, positioning my body a bit lower to rest my head on his chest.

“That’s good to know.”

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