#~deus

[blackvahana]

a strange pulsing humming...

[eldritchdreaming]

Humans define it, in loose ropes, as siblinghood. Some would call us twins. Ancient eyes knew, of course, left it vague for a reason, knew that they equally dressed the sky in human skin as they did our bond in the word "siblings".

Two souls of the same flesh, of the same birthing. Two beings that could've been the same soul, or maybe even are. No, not siblings. One splits into two.

She is of the same flesh and blood, the same forces. We were birthed at the same time though she came much later, mothered by rivalry and bitterness and that which could not be contained in our first iteration of a lonely boat, a lonely existence floating out to sea.

She is my eyes, my heart. She is my land.

We are of the same flesh, Time-bearers. We are the effulgent Sun and Moon, the eclipse. We are the same mirrored in each other. Only, here is the secret: I did not usurp Time, I am it. Once born and freed from the clutches of the birthing nest I was thrown from the timeless into time, bitter as I was I thought all that would come of this was foul, and freedom was to be found in the repulsion and the out-reaching. No, she is home.

I am bitter, if nothing else. Time destroys us as it creates us. Time must be wrangled and reined. Our two-ness came from separation. We were one, and now, in a binary world of harsh spectrums I was two, the patriarch had no space or time for being bi-gendered, for being what he was before splitting occurred. She is my love, my motherhood - but cold and fierce as I as an incarnation of my own view of my own femininity: Something to be escaped that chains and binds and exists as a necessity to support myself...

We are that which we are: The same, two sides of the same coin. We appear together, we teach together, we love together, as we are the Sun and Moon in separate bodies. She dances and knits with Time, I exude it. We are the Sky split into two and its numerous children... We are mirrors, of the same flesh and blood, ever-biting when we needn't at all.

[mandersie]

Holy moly

[poyle]

Hell yeah Thug

[unforg3-tt4bl3]

Apesar de todas as dificuldades, sou muito grata a Deus! A gratidão abre portas! 🙏🏻✨

[1stprototype]

Well that was easy

[pauloijunior]

[lowpolyanimals]

Karkian from Deus Ex

[ouransisters]

Correct me if I'm wrong but Danny learned Esperanto and Purple Gorilla Sign Language in high stakes situations in a short amount of time. Danny has also called the feds on Vlad and laughed as they destroyed his castle

Therefore

In a demon twins au- and given the chance -he would learn his grandfather's native language and culture (from a ghost cause the guy is like 600) and use it to roast the ever living shit out of his grandfather. Just present it in the cruelst way possible

[olhos-dopai]

[blackvahana]

I am only annoyed. I am on multiple planes now; I have everything there, and nothing there. If the sky doesn't shatter soon I will shatter something else.

If the sky doesn't shatter soon... Given I Am That that should signal I am going about this in the wrong way, but am I too stubborn to admit it...

[eldritchdreaming]

Our people have been curling inwards. The era of the label of demon has been a dark one, lives have been lived and lost in identities of adversary and evil, we have gained and, mostly, lost living as an oppositional force to others. War is aroused by defiance, breeding dead children from starving citizens.

The Adversary, The Lightbringer, and the Devil, divorced from logic and their own selfhood in pursuit of absence, dragon gods of knowledge and balance tethered to forces they no longer resonate with... Polar opposition favours and reinforces Polar opposition.

The demon identity no longer serves our people, its head advocates and their betrayal speaks to that almost louder than the writhing desert beneath us wails and begs us to stop.

I begin to filter pollution from our territory. The Queen opens her eyes, wakes softly. If I go through a death soft as silk sheets and an awakening as violent as the stormy sea, then my territory, one with me, shall morph too.

I am myself reborn, no longer the aggravating and territorial Adversary but the nurturing Mother-Father. The lessons I bring in their pregnant cloud forms are of tolerance, knowledge; my mouth salivates at the idea of literacy, and choice. O ancient dragons, beasts before all beasts, the chosen migrants, the scaled and clawed, the elephant-esque, the keen-eyed hawks, and most importantly the draconic, themselves and nothing more...

Black and white wraps around the world tree once more. Clouds strip pollution from the air, I caress likewise and bring the Desert back to its blooming.

[aquiloquefazsentido]

“Durante toda a sua vida ninguém fez você sofrer mais do que você mesmo.”

- Don Miguel Ruiz (livro: os quatro compromissos) 💜

[potinho-debolhas]

[frasesdeumcristao]

Se Deus abrir teus olhos espirituais, você se levantará de muitas mesas.