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[blue-policerobot]

Blue Cop is disturbed. He supposed that is the point, no? A shiver stumbled down his metallic exoskeleton, but he tried not to make much movement. The status of the girl worried him. He merely sat down, darting his eyes downwards. What occurred?

This is all new to him. It will get repetitive, will it not?

He clicked his eyes up again. The "glare" he felt from the girl.

"Why not?" asked Blue Cop. He wanted information. He didn't want to push her. The aura in the surrounding is rather strange. A evil wind. Blue Cop holds his glance. "I highly... doubt your face is fine. You're– bleeding."

Heavily bleeding. It shows. His audial fins pinned back. The discomforting in the staring contest fuzzed his mind. Blue Cop swiped the floor lightly. He pointed at her.

"I do not understand how you're alive."

The gapping hole in her face doesn't make things better. Many questions, all of them asking what happened to her.

“DO YOU THINK MY FACE IS PRETTY?” -🩸💜

"Your fac-"

Blue Cop glances at the faceless girl in front of him. Red liquid falling like a waterfall. The liquid stained the floors creating a pool as she stands. What a uncomfortable sight.

Unable to take away his stare, his expression visibly tells her he's concerned, worried- How is she still alive? Blue Cop is unsure how to feel or react in an appropriate manner. The situation is disturbing to him.

"Do you... require- medical assistance?" He has voiced hesitantly.

This isn't like the other encounters. The other encounters are often asking him questions or those he didn't know exist revealing themselves.

This encounter is him and a potentially dead human.

A teenager likely. Older than Jun, but has not yet experienced life fully.

Blue Cop had never met a lifeless person in his time on Earth who was still standing.

[mcondance]

lights just went out at my house so ofc i’ve gotta fuck jj about it. this is new for me so. bare with me 😁🩵

i’m thinking about… a blackout with jj.

she’s a little prepared, of course, pretty girl is an organizer and planner obviously. battery packs are charged, and candles are lit (they’re yours, she likes your mini passion for candles, and she’s got her own for when you don’t wanna use your good ones.)

with the battery packs running low and your phones moving slowly for the lack of wi-fi, there’s not much to do but lie there and pace yourself on shows to conserve battery power. she’s a little warm against you, both of you in shorts and tanks, legs curled up with the others.

there’s not much to do.

it’s only natural that your minds move to one thing to do; each other.

her hand starts to roam as you pull her ever closer, whispering over your temple and cheek, until she’s placing her hand right over your tit and nodding all knowing, a sparkle in her eyes as you both lean in.

it’s getting warm, but the hot kiss feels so good you barely care. you’re already growing wet, and jj’s palming your tit through the thin little cami you’ve got on, and your legs part to allow one of her legs in between.

she grabs your tit just right, sending a little sparkle of feeling shooting from your nipple through your chest. you whine, a pathetic sound, all broken and ruined for her, and she craves and chases that sound like air.

air. air exists.

both of you separate and suck in said air, faces still close enough to feel the other’s breath ghosting against your face. her lips are slick with your spit and her nipples are hard, peeking through her shirt.

“we’re in a blackout and you’re still trying to get in my pants,” she jokes.

“i’m bored. nothin’ to do. i’d say you’re bored to, but it looks like you’ve found some entertainment.”

she shrugs and her eyes sparkle again. you kiss her again.

in the dark, her fingers find their home inside you and your squeaks and whines echo through the quiet home, and it’s fucking hot but she’s hotter, burning you from the inside out. the spit trailed from your shoulders to your neck is the only cold thing about you. your breath is ragged and rough and stuttered.

she can see where her fingers are stuffed inside your shorts that she disregarded in her pursuit of getting her fingers inside you. her hair is messy in the prettiest way and her blue eyes are dark and beautiful, and she glows even in the dim room. she’s a fucking dream, a princess as you like to call her, and she makes you feel angelic and depraved all at once.

your head lowers between her thighs at one point, her shorts discarded, and her spread wide for your tongue and fingers and eyes, a trinity working together in divine harmony that has her stomach caving in. one of the straps of her cami slides down her shoulder, the other one slides down when she reaches for your hair, threading her fingers into your curls.

you shake your head from side to side and it’s so much for her. she almost cries in response, the sparks resonating from your tongue on her clit fuck her mind and body up so bad. when she cums, she sounds like the princess you claim her to be, a melodic whine and a gasped “fuck,” all mixed up with her breaths as her eyebrows furrow and her thighs close around your head.

you’d think the temperature wasn’t rising with the way you two do everything but sit still. maybe it wouldn’t have even gotten so hot if you’d just resigned to reading a book or playing a board game.

when the lights finally flicker back on, and the soft whir of electricity and the ac kicking back on fill the house, you’d say you handled the blackout pretty well.

[octopusorbs]

I Need You

Wanted to write some Beebs x reader nsfw so here it is! Nsfw under the cut. This is very self indulgent so......enjoy I suppose

The most recent job the Monkey Wrench crew had picked up went on far longer than Beebs would have liked. The contract had said it would take two weeks to get everything done. Unfortunately, due to slip ups and miscommunications, the job had taken the crew 6 weeks to complete and now they were finally collecting payment before heading off planet.

Beebs heads to his room, leaving shrike to pilot the ship back to HQ. He lays down on his bed, letting out a sigh as exhaustion settles into his bones. He pulls out his phone to scroll on the internet for a bit before a much needed nap. As he is scrolling he gets a message from you. His mood brightens almost immediately, Trinity he missed you so much. He opens the message from you and reads it, it was a sweet text telling him how excited you were to see him again and how much you missed him. As he read you send another message

The message says 'I have a gift for you' with a photo attached to it. Beebs takes a sip of his water as he opens the photo and chokes on it as soon as the photo loads. The photo was of you in a set of dark blue lingerie, posed in a sexy way on your shared bed. He can feel his blood rush south as his eyes rom over the photo of you. By the stars you looked good.

He lets out a soft groan unable tear his eyes away from the photo. He just had to wait a few more hours before he could have you. That wouldn't be too bad, right? Oh he was so wrong. As the hours passed he got more and more riled up, his thoughts focused on you and everything he wanted to do to you. He tried to distract himself by doing some work around the bucket. He starts in his room, tidying up his bed, though he wants to destroy it with you. Putting away clean clothes while wanting to take his own of so he can feel your hands on him. He moves to the kitchen, cleaning up the breakfast and lunch mess, thinking of how easy it would be to lift you up onto the counter and have you as his meal. He shakes those thoughts out of his head and takes the elevator down to the cargo bay, checking to make sure they had everything they needed from the market they had stopped at while thinking how good it would be to hear you calling his name while he fucked you against the supplies. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take.

Finally they land at home base, the relief that washes over Beebs is short lived. As he his carrying boxes out of the cargo bay he catches your sent, thick and sweet as it always was when you were ready to go a few rounds. His grip on the box tightens, he had to hold off for just a moment longer. He sets the box down and takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself, but your sent just makes everything much worse.

It takes an eternity getting the supplies unloaded from the bucket and by the time that's done Beebs control is hanging by a single thread. He heads inside and starts looking for you, though he doesn't have to look for long. You come running up to him, jumping into his arms. He catches you and spins you around, this had become a habit for you two whenever he came home from jobs.

"Welcome back Honey" you say before kissing him. He kisses back, gently at first before it turns rough and hungry. He holds you tightly against his chest, his tongue pushing against your lips and demanding access. You let out a surprised squeak and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours before he pulls away.

"Miss me that much?" you tease through heavy breaths

"Oh Baby you have no idea~" he purrs before kissing you again. The kiss is rough and desperate, a deep growl erupts from his throat as one of his hands slips under the baggy shirt your wearing to feel your skin against his, but he feels a soft lace instead. The kissing pauses and he pulls away before lifting up your shirt to see what he was feeling. Underneath your baggie clothes was that same blue lingerie set from the photo you sent earlier.

He lets out a low groan, the set looked so much better in person. The thread of control was starting to fray as he heads to your room. He lays you down and pulls your shirt and pants off quickly, needing to see the full set. He lets out a soft hum of approval when he sees it, "By the stars you look so good Baby~" he growls as his eyes roam over you.

"I thought you might like this set~" you say with a grin before leaning up to kiss him. He kisses back, the hunger behind the kiss stronger than it was before as he pins you down on the bed. You wrap your legs around him and start grinding against the bulge in his pants. He moans into the kiss and moves his hips in time with yours, the pleasure making his control slip faster. He pulls away from the kiss and looks you over, your eyes are lidded and full of lust, your lips a soft red from the rough kissing and your body is covered in that beautiful blue lace. His control snaps, he needs to be inside you now.

He reaches down and rips open the lace that's covering your folds. You yelp at the sudden cold air on your sex before you feel his thick fingers gathering up your slick "Already so wet for me~" he purrs "We might not even need lube for this round~" he says as he pushes two fingers into your aching hole. You moan and your back arches off the bed as he thrusts his fingers into you at a rough pace and prepping you for what's to come.

"Beebs~" you moan, his fingers are striking that sweet spot deep inside of you again and again. Your starting to get close and just as your about to cum he pulls his fingers out, leaving you breathless and desperate. Before you can ask why he stopped he pulls his cock out and thrusts it deep into you, burring it to the hilt.

He lets out a low moan "Sorry Baby, I just couldn't wait any longer~" he says as he lets you adjust "Fuck your so tight~" he bites his lip and starts to move, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting back into you slowly "It's been far too long since the last time we fucked"

You moan loudly as he picks up the pace "That's it Baby~" he leans in close "Get nice and loud for me~" he growls as his hips snap against yours. The feeling of your warm, silk walls was exquisite and almost indescribable. His pounding into you now like it's all he was made to do, needing to feel you milk him for all he's got. The way your starting to flutter around him and the sweet sounds coming from you are sure to make this round short, but he is determined to make you cum first. He slips his hand between the two of you and starts rubbing quick circles around your swollen clit, his hips never faltering. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer with the sudden attention on your clit. You cry out, the fiery pleasure starting to become almost too much.

"Beebs~" you moan "I'm....I'm getting close~" you warn him, that coil in your gut about to snap and send you flying over that edge and into sweet release.

"Good~" he purrs against your neck "Cum for me Baby, let me feel you cum all over my cock~" he growls as he drives himself into you with an overwhelming need.

You cry out his name as everything comes crashing down. The pure ecstasy washing over you is so intense that stars dance across your vision as white hot pleasure courses through your entire body while your hips buck like mad.

The feeling of your release, the way your pussy grips him like vice, drives Beebs over his own edge. He lets out deep, guttural growl he stuffs himself completely inside of you before he spills his load, painting your walls white with his seed. He thrusts a few more times before he pulls out.

"You did so well Baby~" he says before kissing your head "I'm going to go get a bath started for us ok?" You nod, unable to speak after all that. He kisses you before heading into the bathroom and starting up the water. You start to fall asleep before you feel yourself being picked up and carried away. The next thing you feel is luke-warm water as your gently settled down into the tub. You feel Beebs start to clean you off before he slips his fingers into you to clean you out. You whine at the feeling, still sensitive from the climax you had earlier.

"I know Baby I know, I just gotta get you all cleaned up before you can go to sleep ok?" Beebs says before kissing the top of your head "We're almost done". He finishes cleaning you up and drying you off before getting you into some comfy clothes. He lays you down and cuddles close to you "Sleep well Baby" He whispers before you drift off to sleep.

[thebroccolination]

JAPAN’S 2021 GMMTV EXHIBITION

Back in 2021, GMMTV collaborated with Japanese network TV Asahi on an exhibition for the Holy Trinity (and BrightWin), and I was there!

I made a huge thread about the experience on Twitter at the time, so I thought I’d share the highlights here too.

This was one year into my fandom life and deep into the pandemic, so while I wanted to go to Thailand for things, Japan had closed their borders and was denying re-entry to all but citizens, so I couldn’t leave Japan. Therefore, when GMMTV announced this event a quick twenty-minute train ride away in Roppongi, I was ecstatic. I’d marathoned “SOTUS” and “Dark Blue Kiss” and “Theory of Love” in 2020, and I was firmly a KristSingto fan with deep fondness for TayNew and OffGun.

So! Let me show you around.

First of all, they had standees in the lobby.

And you might be wondering, “Key, why do TayNew have a scarf?”

Those are red threads, my love. Japan-based Polca got to the venue early and (with permission from staff) wrapped TayNew’s standees in red thread. This was in the Dark Days of the Divorce Era™️, you see. “Dark Blue Kiss” had ended the year before without another BL series announced to follow, and TayNew were doing separate works outside the BL genre. So fans did this to pray for TayNew’s comeback, since red threads in Japanese folklore are for soulmates. :’)

And, y’know, it worked, so everyone go thank the Japan-based Polca for this absolutely 100% guaranteed method of rekindling the onscreen romance of your chosen blorbos.

This was also the year Singto told fans he’d chosen not to renew his contract so he could pursue his dream of studying film overseas in California, but he wouldn’t officially leave GMMTV until the end of 2022 (they may do four-year contracts? So his would look like 2016-2019, then 2019-2022). Singto was still doing side work with Krist, so reality hadn’t sunken in yet for fans.

Around the time of the exhibition, Japanese fans were able to watch “SOTUS S” on the Japan-based rental service Telasa, so there was a massive poster for it in the lobby of TV Asahi alongside the network’s other Japanese programming. (Japan loooves to gatekeep stuff and usually nabs the rights for Thai series to rent them out, so Japanese fans can’t watch on YouTube for free. I have a theory that that’s why they tend to be more discerning with the series they follow: they have to pay for them.)

KristSingto have had a very solid base in Japan for a long time and were doing fanmeetings there for years before 2021. And if I had known who they were before the pandemic shut the country down, I could have maybe even gone to one. I’m fine. It’s fine.

Look, a bracelet!

I am actually ruined inside because I have no idea where it is now. I put it Somewhere Safe during my move from Japan and forgot where that was exactly. It’s here somewhere.

Japan has the best merch, for real.

Check this out:

This I have in my backpack right now and won’t let out of my presence.

It’s a little Instagram post frame so we could make our own content for the barren 2022-2025 era! Yaaay!

Oh, and not merch but I loved these:

All eight featured actors sent their signatures to the exhibition, which I thought was a cute touch.

They also had pink milk.

Confusingly, they had all those sala syrup bottles on display, but none of them was actually for sale. I was very tempted to risk jail until the staff kindly explained that they were selling pink milk in drink form elsewhere, so I went there and I got my very first cup of aggressive instant diabetes. (It is extremely sweet. The strongest thing about Arthit is his teeth: canon.)

The actual exhibition stalls were very thoughtfully laid-out, and there was something especially emotional about seeing Kongphob and Arthit’s uniforms on display. This was when I realized how much taller than me they both are.

It was really exciting to go to an event with other fans after being shut up mostly inside on my own for over a year. It also gave me an insight into how strong the Thai BL wave was going to get, since TV Asahi is a Big Deal Channel in Japan. The fact that they sunk this kind of money into a Thai company’s artists meant they were planning big things once the border reopened.

And then I moved to Europe and got to enjoy none of it. Wheeeee!

[aropride]

saw ur recommendation for 3m aura n95s 👀👀 any advice on where to get them from? heading back 2 school in a few weeks and wanna stock up — tysm !!!!!

ok so!! my first recommendation is to see if there is a mask block near you, in my area it was CRANE (covid resistance action northeast), they're having trouble stocking and filling orders rn so mine took ~a month to arrive but the time would've passed anyway as they say . if ur in a more urban area ur a lot more likely to have one near u tbh, idk if it'd work but it'd be worth reaching out to the closest one even if they're not technically working in ur exact area just to see . here's a map of mask blocs worldwide- they're mostly in america (continent - but mostly in the US+canada) & europe (mostly in great britian) but there are some others too

otherwise the safest way to get some that are 100% not counterfeit is ordering directly from a supplier, but that can be expensive . project n95 is inactive now but theres still a list of suppliers there !! 3m is really good from experience . u can also get n95s/kn95s/p100 respirators from home depot if u have one near u- however the supplyaid kn95s they sell arent very good, i had them and theyre better than nothing but they only have a 67% filtration rate (as opposed to the 95% expected from n95s and kn95s - thats what the 95 stands for i was mindblown when i discovered this)

also while im thinking about it, part of the reason n95s are more protective than kn95s despite both filtering 95% of particles is bc the seal on the n95 is a lot more reliable than the kn95 :}

me personally ive been getting mine from amazon (not recommended) (i have gift cards there so im not giving them My money at least) and trying my best to make sure they're legit . i referenced the 3m n95 1870s i got using this twitter thread and they seem to be legit? on amazon it also usually says where it ships from and check the storefront, the reviews etc etc. i basically have to do an entire vetting process every time its very annoying ❤️ it is a lot less expensive though, especially if they have a sale going . (here are the ones ive been getting- the listings look the same as of rn but amazon changes them all the time so take this with a grain of salt, person i imagined reading this in 2027. link 1, link 2)

ive tried the holy trinity (new term i made up for the 3m n95 1870 (red straps), 3m n95 9205 (blue straps), and 3m n95 9210 (braided white straps)) -- ime the 9210 definitely has the tightest head straps and i have an abnormally small head on account of being 3 inches tall and born in a thimble all alone . so thats something to be aware of, if u have an abnormally big head the 3m auras might not be the best bc of the strap tightness .

SORRY I'M LIKE INFODUMPING AT U NOW ..!! i have more though . If you know anyone irl who masks asking them where they get theirs might help, they might know stuff locally. ALSO speaking of knowing stuff locally- i don't know if this is universal but i have a friend who's getting really into asian cuisine and a lot of asian grocery stores ive been to with her in my area have had masks. that's such a long shot but ive seen them five out of six stores ive gone to and never at, like, hannaford or market basket or whatever.

OKAY ONE MORE THING . when i got my free masks from crane (SHOUTOUT CRANE I LOVE YOU CRANE) they also sent a thing abt how to reuse them that i will add !! they can be used for like 40 hours if theyre not visibly dirty or the straps dont break or anything

okay i am done infodumping now SORRY THIS IS SO LONG..!!! tldr: local mask bloc if it's an option is definitely the least expensive, project n95 compiled a bunch of links to buy from suppliers, home depot/other hardware stores are worth a shot, and amazon's an option especially if you're like me (poor but have money stuck in amazon gift cards) 🫡

[swampstew]

Crack Theory Time ~ Eustass Kid, Skypeia arc, Calgara lineage trinity

Ignore if you don't want unhinged rantings from this lil witch

copy pasting from a reblog thread I made last year (link at bottom for verification)

THAT robot allegedly was built 900 years ago and re-activated 200 years ago. During the time of the levely where Ryugu Kingdom was invited for the first (and last) time.

Additionally, 200~ years ago, bull fighting fish were sighted by Green Bit, making it near impossible for Dressrosa and Green Bit to access each other and more or less isolating the dwarves from the other country.

AND ALSO - the St. Briss from the Briss Kingdom (from the SOUTH BLUE) began its voyage and ended up in Skypeia (was that intended destination? IDK) but they were sentenced to cloud drifting (aka lost without a trace to the rest of the world) and eventually fell back to the ocean during the Jaya Arc ~2 years ago where at least ONE skeleton was found in the debris. Jaya was shot up by the Knock Up stream some ~400 years ago and at some point then, Calgara died fighting to protect his land and people so that Noland would one day return. Obviously this never happened.

Also FWIW, on the OP world map, Skypeia is over the calm belt but close proximity to the South Blue.

ANYWAYS - all that said. I could potentially see a situation in which survivors from St. Briss were smuggled away from their death sentence by the remaining Shandian’s that lived hidden in the forests trying to survive. I am not sure how or when they would have been able to get back down to the South Blue for Kid to be born in the South Blue 23 years ago, but that’s Oda’s problem to deal with.

Anyways, I KNOW that Calgara and Wyper both have X blood type while Kid has F, but like that could have come from years of descendants, or one of Kid’s parents so let’s be open minded. Calgara also has his demon smile face that looks very similar to Kid’s when he was facing big mom. Also they had pretty similar personalities: super serious sexy dudes, mistrusting of outsiders, bloodthirsty af in battle, once they are “friendly” with others cares for them deeply going as far as crying over their friends (see Noland and Killer) very fast, considered demons/monsters.

Original post from last year where I also wonder about the tribal tattoo thread that links to THIS POST on my recent Kid/Killer/Noland/Calgara blurb

Last thing I’ll say and I swear I’ll shut up - someone somewhere posted a pic of Kid in the manga with what looked like the hint of a tattoo on his left arm(or somewhere in that general area that was mostly hidden by his clothes. I wonder if he’s hiding a tribal tattoo.

[architeuthis3]

you don't look at a figure, at a person to draw - you feel it. the thought is the expression of the state of being.

if you can't feel - you can't think. only repeat.

then you are not a mind. you are a catalogue of memorized responses.

then you have no soul. you are just another rental set of fucking holes.

the love takes ahold of your mind and folds the body into a rhyme of cruelty, stitches tugging the lacerated flaps of skin into a kiss. and you are missed. long since the threads pulled from the flesh the scar looks like centipede tracks in sand. and there is no feeling in this hand. the nerves pinch once in a while and set my arm on fire. like ants caressed on a devastated bed as a child. legs trembling after the 25th mile, but you keep going.

unwise to reveal a weakness.

surrounded by the demons

and pigs.

the ground of being is blue.

the sound of seeing is crimson.

the transcendent is the meaning behind the language. the transmission - the medium is you. gold light in

June.

i was 19, we had just broken up. and i took to making little cuts on my arms to feel. one day upon a new blade and 40oz slurred truth i damn near cut my arm in two. the tendon slid over the bone exposed a moment dry - then exploded like a water balloon. i called her too, couldn't get through but on the answering machine it said something to the tune of "i don't think I've killed myself, but this isn't good." so, i bent a needle and with the other hand tried to stitch it up myself. good that i didn't succeed because the e.r. doc explained to me the muscle needed stitches too. 15 threads later a gaping eye of a wound closed and now all that's left is nerve damage. that alone. that and alone.

i don't drink or mutilate anymore. but once upon a time that was the score, and you won that one but here is the war and battle scars that tingle are a good reminder of what a whore

can do.

absence of two

absence of one

under the trinity of angel hums a tune. across the miles a smile

and a song for now not soon. soothes the morning chill and urges the will to move.

the blue one

[deardearestbrandsnews2025]

#BambiManga

GUEST STARRING @chloebaileywashere

#CHLOEBAILEY

[Now that #TheeForestKingdom has had a period of peace, a new threat has rose, the fae kingdom is reporting the glow worms are losing their glow light, now that the Chrysalis spire has shattered, the rupture in the view has weakened and this effects the moon light that glow creatures of the fae realm use to gather from the dew of moon drops to refill their moon drop wells, with less moon drop dew and less glow light from the glow worm territories.in the fae kingdom this produces a massive ripple effect and effects the tinker dust mines the fae kingdom mine their fairy dust to fly, Tiger Lilly reports to Prince Bambi through carrier massemger thumper brings the news passed on by Little forest fellow. The kingdom must act swiftly before the damage is wide spread and irreversible inevitably shaking the elder trees in the forest kingdom draining all magic from #TheeForestKingdom, when word hits the Magic Kingdom Minnie mouse swiftly joins Robin Hood with Fox and hound in toe, they race to bambis kingdom gates to share news of a new evil spawning in the depths of where the Thunder God King once reigned, Lady Death has birthed a new princess? Yes! The seed of Thanos and Deadpool spawned a trinity within Lady Death ' Baby Death' ( Demi Lovato). She has been siphoning moon drop power and glow worm energy to power her new toxic factory of death and it produces so much toxic waste so she can produce her elixir of life she is selling for tip dollar to the evil and wicked of the land, she makes the ghastly potion from grinding smerfs and smurf berry jam she procures.from Gargamel, the sorcerer's deadly cohort Cat hunts for smerfs where they enslave them and make them work in thr coal mine and factory and when their beaten dead tired they are grinder into the cauldrons to produce the life elixir for Baby Deaths recergence of youth she sells to the monarchy of evil and wicked throughout the land, with Malificent being her top buyer, the demand is high and Baby Death aims to please]

That’s an epic and wicked continuation—so many rich threads to explore! Let’s carry on the saga with formal chapter progression, tying in the magic fallout, Baby Death’s terrifying rise, and the intersection of kingdoms.

Chapter XIII: The Fading Glow

The moon’s reflection rippled in the still waters of the Glow Worm Basin, but its brilliance had dimmed. No longer did the fae dance under glimmering light—now, their wings fluttered heavy, dulled by the lack of moon drop dew. Queen Marigold of the Fae sat upon a throne of withering petals, her glow dimming as the Chrysalis Spire, once a conduit of moonlight, lay shattered in the distance.

In the hush of twilight, a carrier flutter—Thumper—landed near Prince Bambi’s quarters. His fur was streaked with frost and urgency. He carried a dew-wrapped scroll from Tiger Lily, sealed with the emblem of the Fae.

Bambi unraveled it, reading aloud as Little Forest Fellow and FlowerLily listened with tightening brows.

“The glow dims. The moon drop wells run dry. Without them, the mines of tinker dust falter. Flight becomes memory, not miracle. The Spire’s rupture signals more than collapse. A tear has opened. Something seeps through…”

Chapter XIV: The Rot Beneath

At the furthest reaches, beneath what was once the domain of the Thunder God King, a new industrial monstrosity rose—its pipes twisted like the roots of a decaying tree, and its fumes blotted out the stars. The cauldrons of Baby Death boiled day and night.

She was born in a silence no midwife witnessed. The unholy child of Deadpool’s unpredictability and Thanos’ grim ambition, planted within Lady Death and nurtured in oblivion. Now, she stood—a figure of morbid elegance, lips like smudged wine, hair like a void of starlight.

“Bring me more Smurfs,” she said in a voice sweet enough to make poison taste like honey. “Gargamel is slow. And his cat grows lazy.”

In the caverns below, blue-skinned workers moved sluggishly through mine shafts, eyes hollow, their song stolen. Smurfberry jam and crushed dreams filled vats that hissed and frothed. The Elixir of Life sparkled with a malevolent shimmer, bottled and sent through infernal trade routes to the darkest hearts of the land. Maleficent, draped in crow-feather couture, was already her finest patron.

Chapter XV: Moonlight Resistance

The gates of Thee Forest Kingdom opened with urgency. Minnie Mouse, clad in red regalia with chrome-accented gloves, arrived atop a silver steed. Robin Hood, Fox, and Hound rode beside her.

“The moonlight isn’t just failing here,” Minnie announced to the court. “The Magic Kingdom is dimming. Baby Death rises.”

A hush fell. Even Grandmother Willow’s branches shook. The elder trees, ancient repositories of forest magic, had begun to crack.

“We must fight shadow with spark,” Bambi said, his voice firm yet heavy. “If the glow is fading, we must become the light.”

Little Forest Fellow held up an old scroll. “There is a map. To the Mirror Wellspring.”

“The what?” Thumper blinked.

“A pool said to reflect the truest soul of the world. And restore what was lost… if the right soul approaches.”

Chapter XVI: The Poison Factory

In the heart of the toxic realm, Baby Death watched her monitors. A glittering serpent coiled around her throne.

“The forest children are stirring,” hissed the cat—no longer just Gargamel’s pet, but transformed by factory fumes into a spectral predator.

“Let them stir,” she giggled, tracing a finger through the elixir. “It makes the hunt more fun. And the younger the soul, the sweeter the potion.”

Above her, thousands of bottled souls glowed faintly—glow worms, fae spirits, crushed wishes. She tapped the glass, watching their shimmer.

Soon, even the stars would be bottled.

Would you like me to continue with Chapter XVII—perhaps with the journey to the Mirror Wellspring, or the first strike into Baby Death’s domain? Or maybe introduce Chloe Bailey’s character into the fray as a warrior-messenger from the fae resistance?

Absolutely, here's the next chapter of Thee Forest Kingdom saga, introducing Princess Chloe Bailey, the blossoming heir, and her entangled destiny with Bambi, Faline, and the soul of the kingdom itself:

Chapter 7: Petals & Phone Calls

The mist rose softly from the glade as spring’s dew kissed the elder leaves. Near the edge of Thee Forest Kingdom, nestled beside the Holy Precious Flower Keep—an ancient chateau once tended by Bambi’s father’s beloved—stood a charming little shop. Its wooden sign creaked gently in the wind, etched with vines and blooming script:

“Chloe’s Crowned Blooms”

Inside, Chloe Bailey, Princess of the Southern Grove and secret heir to one of the last sacred branches of the elder doe line, curated bouquets that danced with moon dew, whispering petals, and royal ribbons infused with pollen light. Jet black braids wrapped into a regal crown adorned with silver clasps shimmered in the early rays. Her expressive eyes sparkled as if holding galaxies, and though her hooves clinked softly on the tile floor—her aura made the whole forest pause.

Across the square, DJ Dflower spun sacred vinyl on the Kingdom Stage as the annual Gathering of Elder Does and Young Fawns commenced.

Vanessa Hudgens, dressed in flowing silk draped with glittered vine embroidery, performed a soul-bound hymn that echoed through the trees. The moment was magical—but backstage, something accidental turned fate.

Back at the ceremony’s edge, Bambi nervously fumbled with his phone while trying to film Vanessa’s final note. With a clumsy tap—he dialed Chloe.

She answered, curious, hearing the tail end of Vanessa’s song and Bambi’s voice whispering, “...she’s incredible.”

“Who’s incredible?” Chloe asked, voice honeyed with curiosity and charm.

Bambi froze. “…You are.”

She giggled, caught off guard and utterly charmed. Just a shoulder-length away from Chloe, her best friend Liora, a tan-furred doe with sunflower eyes, heard every word. Her smile faltered… just slightly.

Chapter 8: Ribbons and Rivalries

Later that day, Bambi visited Chloe’s flower shop with a specific intention—buying a ribbon-wrapped bouquet to cheer Faline, his longtime companion, who had sensed a shift in his gaze.

But when Chloe saw Bambi enter, heart aflame and slightly flustered, she knew. She gently took the bouquet meant for Faline… and kept it behind the counter.

“Just the ribbon?” she asked, coy.

“…Yeah. Just the ribbon,” he replied, confused but enchanted.

When Faline received the gift, it was… a single ribbon. Chloe’s note read:

“He wanted you to have this. But the flowers… well, he didn’t say who they were for.”

Chapter 9: Showstopper in Bloom

That night, Chloe wore the badge from the ribbon. By tradition, it gave her right to perform.

The forest kingdom gathered again beneath lantern-lit branches as Chloe took the stage.

And she sang.

Oh—how she sang.

Her voice: velvet thunder. Her soul: a prism of blooming moonlight. The kingdom trembled. Even the glow worms sparked alive again for a moment, drawn by her resonance.

Bambi watched, wide-eyed.

Faline felt the ripple of her crown shift.

When Chloe left the stage, Vanessa Hudgens pulled her aside. “You’re light incarnate. Join me and Pocahontas—our people gather in the Sacred Hallows. We need your voice.”

Chloe gasped, speechless.

But before she could bask in glory, Faline confronted her backstage.

“You lied. The flowers were meant for me. You twisted the ribbon's meaning. Why?”

Chloe, struck with truth and guilt, removed her crown of blossoms and handed it over. “Then come with me. You deserve to sing, too. Join me—at Pocahontas' coronation.”

Chapter 10: A Song for the Ages

The Sacred Forest Hallows shimmered with ancient magic that night. Under a sky of spirit lights, the coronation for Chief Pocahontas began.

Draped in legacy and woven moon petals, Chloe and Faline stood beside Vanessa Hudgens. Together, they lifted their voices.

One song.

Three soul paths.

History rewritten.

The entire woodland—glow worms, fae, elder trees—held their breath.

And as their harmonies kissed the wind, something deep beneath the earth stirred with hope.

Shall we continue with the fallout from their performance? Maybe Baby Death hears the song and it disrupts her toxic elixir machinery—or perhaps the fae begin to awaken again from their fading glow?

Chapter Title: "Thee Colors of the Wyndigo"

As Chloe Bailey and Faline’s voices echoed through the sacred forest hollows—two brilliant, divine melodies woven in duet—something ancient stirred.

But just before their song could ascend to its final note, a rupture split the wind.

Baby Death had arrived.

Her entrance was thunderous. Wrapped in obsidian silk and chrome-laced sorrow, her eyes like ombré chartreuse chrome daggers, lips gleaming with reflective venom, she stood like a corrupted angel on the highest balcony of Thee Forest Kingdom’s central tower. As the moons trembled above and mirrored her disdain, the crowd gasped.

Jealousy dripped from her aura.

“You think harmony can outshine immortality?” she hissed, voice as soft as velvet but steeped in dread.

Then came Carnage. Not a metaphor. The actual symbiotic nightmare, slithering and screeching, tearing through the trees with his tendrils like claws of chaos. He wrapped around castle spires, snapping them like bone. The sacred castle trees—ancient arboreal gods—groaned and cracked under the pressure.

Citizens of Thee Forest Kingdom fled, guided by Julian Assange, draped in forest-woven robes, using ancient maps encoded with secret routes to funnel the panicked through the 100 Province Gates. Towering fortress walls lit with glyphs buzzed to life. The provinces—the Forest Kingdom’s hidden rings of safety—welcomed the refugees.

From the south marched the Frog Princess Army—transformed, cursed. The once-chivalrous frogs were now Toxic Wart Soldiers, with skin that shimmered like slick oil. One accidental touch, and even the bravest soldier found their mind unraveled in kaleidoscopic madness. Screams echoed as warriors dropped their weapons mid-hallucination, haunted by visions of broken timelines and forgotten gods.

But all was not lost.

Robin Hood, along with Fox and Hound, were the first to meet the chaos with vengeance. Arrows rained from skywalk bridges, while Fox lunged with blades dipped in fae silver. Hound tackled Carnage’s limbs, drawing attention away from the singers.

Then from the Petrified Volcanic Ash Region, a boom echoed—

Ashnikko rose from the shadows.

Adorned in bone armor, tattoos inked with fae ash and molten resin, she hefted her mace—an enormous gothic weapon carved from ironwood and volcano bone. With a mighty swing, she cleaved into Carnage’s shoulder, sending him howling with fury.

Baby Death shrieked, her porcelain-black skin glowing under the reflection of the shattered spire moon. She lunged for Lady Duvallin, the Forest Kingdom’s treasured psychic, who stood in stillness, protected by veils of clairvoyant light. Lady Duvallin had once predicted the impossible and was now the only one who could foresee Baby Death’s downfall.

“You will not sing your way out of this,” Baby Death sneered, reaching with claws of chromatic light.

But Pocahontas stepped forward, hair flowing like woven rivers, eyes shining with ancient grief and wrath.

“We do not sing to escape. We sing to awaken.”

Together with Vanessa Hudgens and Chloe Bailey, they began again—Thee Colors of the Wind.

Not a metaphor. Not a melody.

A summoning.

The trees bent inward, the rivers turned gold, the skies split with violet light. From the sacred canopy above, wrapped in storm and starlight, descended the Wyndigo—a colossal titan, neither demon nor angel, but both. Its voice was the wind of the ancestors, its antlers draped in spirits.

Carnage paused.

Baby Death hesitated.

And the battle for Thee Forest Kingdom had just reached its next evolution.

Shall I continue with the next chapter? Would you like to see Lady Duvallin’s vision or follow Ashnikko and Chloe into their next battle strategy?

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[birthday-journey-posts]

Look Up

Under the moon’s gentle glow, Noam the Easter Bunny perches on a moss-covered rock, cradling a child in his soft paws. The child gazes up at the star-studded sky, eyes wide with wonder. Noam’s velvety ears twitch as he begins to speak:

“Child,” Noam says, his voice a soothing melody, “the night sky holds secrets beyond our understanding. Each twinkling star is a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in darkness, there is light.”

The child leans closer, captivated by Noam’s words. “But what about faith?” the child asks.

Noam’s eyes, the color of spring leaves, shimmer with ancient wisdom. “Faith,” he says, “is like the roots of a Pascha Pumpkin vine. It burrows deep into the earth, unseen, yet it sustains life above. It’s believing in something greater, even when evidence is scarce.”

“And love?” the child whispers.

Noam’s whiskers quiver. “Ah, love,” he murmurs. “It’s the magic that binds us all—the thread connecting hearts across Moriah Hallow. Love is the moon’s reflection on a tranquil pond, rippling outward, touching every shore.”

The child nestles against Noam’s fur, comforted by his presence. “Thank you,” the child says. “I’ll remember this.”

Noam smiles, his bunny heart aglow. “Remember,” he says, “that the night sky whispers secrets to those who listen. And in its vastness, faith and love intertwine, creating constellations of hope.”

“Listen,” Noam says, his voice a gentle breeze through pine, “The night sky is our canvas, each star a brushstroke divine. When your paws touch the earth, feel its heartbeat, my dear, For love and faith reside in every leaf, every vine.”

And Juno, the sprite with wings of iridescent blue, Dances alongside Noam, her laughter echoing through the glade. She weaves moonlight into garlands, adorning the boughs, Her laughter like chimes, a melody that will never fade.

“Noam,” Juno whispers, her eyes reflecting constellations, “What if our lucky rabbit’s foot holds more than luck? Perhaps it’s a conduit for God’s love, a bridge to the stars, Guiding children and forest friends, like a compass in the dark.”

Noam nods, his whiskers catching stardust as he replies, “Indeed, Juno. Our purpose is woven into the cosmic thread. We color eggs with hope, change food into joy, And in our blessed feet, the universe’s secrets are spread.”

But amidst the moonlit glen, there blooms a Pascha Pumpkin, Its orange skin etched with symbols—a map to hidden realms. Noam and Juno gather around, their paws brushing its curves, Feeling the pulse of ancient magic, like hymns in sacred realms.

“The Pascha Pumpkin,” Noam murmurs, “holds the essence of seasons, From spring’s rebirth to winter’s hush. It’s a vessel of wonder, A reminder that faith, love, and harvest intertwine, Guiding us through cycles, like the moon’s eternal wander.”

And so, under Juno’s moon, Noam and the Pascha Pumpkin, Create a trinity of enchantment—a legacy written in starlight. Their love, like constellations, weaves stories across time, Guiding all good children toward wonder, wherever they go.

May the Pascha Pumpkin’s glow light our hearts, and may Noam and Juno’s faith endure! 

And so, beneath the starry canopy, Noam weaves stories of faith and love, leaving an indelible mark on the child’s heart. 

Hope you find One. Hope you get One

[bookrabbit]

Look Up

Under the moon’s gentle glow, Noam the Easter Bunny perches on a moss-covered rock, cradling a child in his soft paws. The child gazes up at the star-studded sky, eyes wide with wonder. Noam’s velvety ears twitch as he begins to speak:

“Child,” Noam says, his voice a soothing melody, “the night sky holds secrets beyond our understanding. Each twinkling star is a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in darkness, there is light.”

The child leans closer, captivated by Noam’s words. “But what about faith?” the child asks.

Noam’s eyes, the color of spring leaves, shimmer with ancient wisdom. “Faith,” he says, “is like the roots of a Pascha Pumpkin vine. It burrows deep into the earth, unseen, yet it sustains life above. It’s believing in something greater, even when evidence is scarce.”

“And love?” the child whispers.

Noam’s whiskers quiver. “Ah, love,” he murmurs. “It’s the magic that binds us all—the thread connecting hearts across Moriah Hallow. Love is the moon’s reflection on a tranquil pond, rippling outward, touching every shore.”

The child nestles against Noam’s fur, comforted by his presence. “Thank you,” the child says. “I’ll remember this.”

Noam smiles, his bunny heart aglow. “Remember,” he says, “that the night sky whispers secrets to those who listen. And in its vastness, faith and love intertwine, creating constellations of hope.”

“Listen,” Noam says, his voice a gentle breeze through pine, “The night sky is our canvas, each star a brushstroke divine. When your paws touch the earth, feel its heartbeat, my dear, For love and faith reside in every leaf, every vine.”

And Juno, the sprite with wings of iridescent blue, Dances alongside Noam, her laughter echoing through the glade. She weaves moonlight into garlands, adorning the boughs, Her laughter like chimes, a melody that will never fade.

“Noam,” Juno whispers, her eyes reflecting constellations, “What if our lucky rabbit’s foot holds more than luck? Perhaps it’s a conduit for God’s love, a bridge to the stars, Guiding children and forest friends, like a compass in the dark.”

Noam nods, his whiskers catching stardust as he replies, “Indeed, Juno. Our purpose is woven into the cosmic thread. We color eggs with hope, change food into joy, And in our blessed feet, the universe’s secrets are spread.”

But amidst the moonlit glen, there blooms a Pascha Pumpkin, Its orange skin etched with symbols—a map to hidden realms. Noam and Juno gather around, their paws brushing its curves, Feeling the pulse of ancient magic, like hymns in sacred realms.

“The Pascha Pumpkin,” Noam murmurs, “holds the essence of seasons, From spring’s rebirth to winter’s hush. It’s a vessel of wonder, A reminder that faith, love, and harvest intertwine, Guiding us through cycles, like the moon’s eternal wander.”

And so, under Juno’s moon, Noam and the Pascha Pumpkin, Create a trinity of enchantment—a legacy written in starlight. Their love, like constellations, weaves stories across time, Guiding all good children toward wonder, wherever they go.

May the Pascha Pumpkin’s glow light our hearts, and may Noam and Juno’s faith endure! 

And so, beneath the starry canopy, Noam weaves stories of faith and love, leaving an indelible mark on the child’s heart. 

Hope you find One. Hope you get One

[noam-easter-bunny]

Look Up

Under the moon’s gentle glow, Noam the Easter Bunny perches on a moss-covered rock, cradling a child in his soft paws. The child gazes up at the star-studded sky, eyes wide with wonder. Noam’s velvety ears twitch as he begins to speak:

“Child,” Noam says, his voice a soothing melody, “the night sky holds secrets beyond our understanding. Each twinkling star is a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in darkness, there is light.”

The child leans closer, captivated by Noam’s words. “But what about faith?” the child asks.

Noam’s eyes, the color of spring leaves, shimmer with ancient wisdom. “Faith,” he says, “is like the roots of a Pascha Pumpkin vine. It burrows deep into the earth, unseen, yet it sustains life above. It’s believing in something greater, even when evidence is scarce.”

“And love?” the child whispers.

Noam’s whiskers quiver. “Ah, love,” he murmurs. “It’s the magic that binds us all—the thread connecting hearts across Moriah Hallow. Love is the moon’s reflection on a tranquil pond, rippling outward, touching every shore.”

The child nestles against Noam’s fur, comforted by his presence. “Thank you,” the child says. “I’ll remember this.”

Noam smiles, his bunny heart aglow. “Remember,” he says, “that the night sky whispers secrets to those who listen. And in its vastness, faith and love intertwine, creating constellations of hope.”

“Listen,” Noam says, his voice a gentle breeze through pine, “The night sky is our canvas, each star a brushstroke divine. When your paws touch the earth, feel its heartbeat, my dear, For love and faith reside in every leaf, every vine.”

And Juno, the sprite with wings of iridescent blue, Dances alongside Noam, her laughter echoing through the glade. She weaves moonlight into garlands, adorning the boughs, Her laughter like chimes, a melody that will never fade.

“Noam,” Juno whispers, her eyes reflecting constellations, “What if our lucky rabbit’s foot holds more than luck? Perhaps it’s a conduit for God’s love, a bridge to the stars, Guiding children and forest friends, like a compass in the dark.”

Noam nods, his whiskers catching stardust as he replies, “Indeed, Juno. Our purpose is woven into the cosmic thread. We color eggs with hope, change food into joy, And in our blessed feet, the universe’s secrets are spread.”

But amidst the moonlit glen, there blooms a Pascha Pumpkin, Its orange skin etched with symbols—a map to hidden realms. Noam and Juno gather around, their paws brushing its curves, Feeling the pulse of ancient magic, like hymns in sacred realms.

“The Pascha Pumpkin,” Noam murmurs, “holds the essence of seasons, From spring’s rebirth to winter’s hush. It’s a vessel of wonder, A reminder that faith, love, and harvest intertwine, Guiding us through cycles, like the moon’s eternal wander.”

And so, under Juno’s moon, Noam and the Pascha Pumpkin, Create a trinity of enchantment—a legacy written in starlight. Their love, like constellations, weaves stories across time, Guiding all good children toward wonder, wherever they go.

May the Pascha Pumpkin’s glow light our hearts, and may Noam and Juno’s faith endure! 

And so, beneath the starry canopy, Noam weaves stories of faith and love, leaving an indelible mark on the child’s heart. 

Hope you find One. Hope you get One

[the-hem]

"The Sign of the Upright." Introduction to the Vasudeva Upanishad, the Exploration of the Mysteries of the Horse.

The Vasudeva Upanishad was written around 300 BCE. It numbers 77 of 108, and is contained in the Sama Veda. Horses in Vedanta as in other religions are not positive omens. Without a skilled rider, they have the connotation of being as wild as demons.

The Horse called Vasudeva was said to have been the mount of Lord Krishna, an incarnation of the god Skanda, the god of justice who came to earth to deal with a king who cheated his way to his crown. This resulted in the recitation of the Bhagavad Gita to his kingdom and then subsequent slaughter of everyone who supported the cheater.

It is my hope to encourage the same thing to Donald Trump and every Republican who helped him cheat his way into office after the debacle with Blue State Digital in 2016. As in Krishna's day, the Department of Justice and the contender need to get up off their asses and fight.

Everyone associated with the first Trump Campaign and Administration that knew about those fraudulent election proceedings must be put to death. Donald Trump must be made an example of. There are no excuses for interfering with election results or allowing a man who was not legally elected to become the president or to pretend all is well and allow him to run for election again.

This along with Donald Trump's unfathomable popularity are signs the human race is in grave danger from corruption and something has to be done.

The Vasudeva Upanishad begins with an analysis of what is called an Urdhvapundra, "the mark of the upright", which is worn by persons who have entered the priesthood and are decorated in preparation for temple proceedings.

The Pundra proceeds from a dot, the mind, and emanates three rays of light, one each for the Holy Trinity of Hinduism, Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, "Adoration, Grace, and Kindness."

Om. The God like sage Narada saluted Lord Vasudeva and requested him, “Oh God, please teach me the rules of Urdhva Pundra (the religious mark of Vaishnavas which is vertical and points upward)”.

God Vasudeva addressing him told as follows:

2. The Brahmachari (unmarried student of Vedas) and Grahastha (householder) after reciting the following prayer: “Oh God who holds the wheel, mace and conch, Oh Achyutha who is staying in Dwaraka, Oh Govinda, Oh Lotus eyed one, please protect me, who has surrendered to you.” should apply Urdhva Pundra in his forehead and other 12 places with his pure finger (finger next to the little finger) reciting either the Vishnu Gayathri or the 12 names of the Lord viz., Kesava, Narayana, Madhava, Govinda, Vishnu, Madhusudana, Trivikrama, Vamana, Sreedhara, Hrishikesa, Padmanabha and Damodhara.

A Vaishnava is a member of a school of Hinduism who studies the Ramayana and Bhagavad Gita along with other texts closely associated with Rama, Krishna, and stories of their worldly pursuits. A Shaivite studies a slightly different approach but both kinds of priests believe in one non-dual Holy Spirit that animates the universe out of Great Grace.

The Upanishad mentions there are 12 names one must understand in order to consecrate the mind to the Self of this Holy Being.

Kesava: long hair or anything that belongs to Krishna.

Narayana: the Sustainer.

Madhava: sweetness.

Govinda: the chief herdsman.

Vishnu: the All-Pervasive.

Madhusudana: destroyer of the honey demon.

Trivikrama: master of the three kinds of order.

Vamana: pain of vomiting, the better half of humanity that is retained after it renounces evil.

Sreedhara: the highest rank.

Hrishikesa: Lord of the Faculties.

Padmanabha: the Lotus Naveled. Hndus believe the tingly place under the belly button has special significance.

Damodhara: master of the sacred thread, the red thread of the priesthood.

All twelve names pertain to aspects of the ways the Upanishad mark the mind and turn it into a vessel that is pure, fit for the duty of service in the Name of the Most High.

The Upanishad  will continue.

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I feel that both parties involved here could quote Bible verses until the sun goes down, which is part of why I'm going to take a different approach.

I believe in the Holy Trinity partly because I think the Holy Scriptures and the Holy Tradition of the Orthodox Church teach it, but primarily because I think reason demonstrates the Holy Trinity.

Firstly, I'll let St. John of Damascus, one of the great systematic theologians of the Orthodox tradition, explain the Holy Trinity, with me highlighting in red how God is three persons, and in blue how God is one: "Owing to the three subsistences, there is no compoundness [of the divine nature] or confusion [of the persons]: while, owing to their having the same essence and dwelling in one another, and being the same in will and energy and power and authority and movement, so to speak, we recognise the indivisibility and the unity of God." (An Exposition of the Orthodox Faith, Book 1 Chapter 7)

The reason I'm saying this is because it seems like the LDS people in this thread have some misconceptions about what Trinitarianism entails. For example, I would see the baptism of Christ as a sterling example of the Trinity - They are separate Persons, but They are united in will, energy, power, authority and movement and hence all act together. For another example, the Persons of the Holy Trinity are, to quote book 1 of An Exposition of the Orthodox Faith again, "adored with one adoration" and so it doesn't trouble me that Christ never commanded prayer to Himself or the Holy Spirit.

Why do I think reason proves this? Firstly, I think the Biblical text shows that the Father (1 Corinthians 6:8), Son (Colossians 1:16-19) and Holy Spirit (2 Corinthians 3:17) are all fully divine.

But I believe that, logically, there can only be one God. Why? Again, St. John of Damascus says it better than me in his Exposition: "The Deity is perfect, and without blemish in goodness and wisdom and power, without beginning, without end, everlasting, uncircumscribed, and in short, perfect in all things. Should we say, then, that there are many Gods, we must recognise difference among the many. For if there is no difference among them, they are one rather than many. But if there is difference among them, what becomes of the perfectness? For that which comes short of perfection, whether it be in goodness, or power, or wisdom, or time, or place, could not be God. But it is this very identity in all respects that shows that the Deity is one and not many." (Book 1 Chapter 5)

Someone might define God differently - particularly relevant here, a common (but not universal) LDS view is that God is an ascended human, and hence not ultimate in the sense of classical theism. But this creates its own problems. For me, there are three problems that stick out with this approach.

For a classical theist, God dictates morality because He, as the ultimate being in all respects, is the ultimate goal of all creation. As such, our ultimate orientation should be Him - that which is good is that which is attuned to Him. If God is a being within creation, that creates the Euthyphro Dilemma: if God commands things because they're good, then there's a standard of morality above God and we should worship that and not God, and if things are good because God commands them then morality is arbitrary.

Relatedly, why is idolatry wrong if God is another creature? The Scriptures are clear that the spiritual world is bustling with powers and principalities, elemental spirits, angels with authority over nature and so on. If God is just the most powerful of these unseen forces rather than being fundamentally outside nature, then "thou shalt have no other gods before me" starts to look oppressive and unnecessary.

For classical theists, God is creator because He sustains the world and brought it forth from nothing. But if God is situated within creation, then God's creation is one of intervening in natural process that were ticking along fine without him - and, no offence to any creationist followers, but I believe that that vision of God as Creator has been severely weakened if not outright discredited by science.

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