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envysnest · 9 months

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Snakeskin (Sephiroth/Reader) (ch. 9/?)

AO3 / Pillowfort

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13

Tags: First Time, Reader-Insert, Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Frank Discussions of Past Rape/Abuse, Everyone is Queer, Canon-Compliant (if you squint), Pre-Crisis-Core Seph, Slow Burn, i continue to disappoint my friends and family, sephiroth is a virgin and in this essay i will, Reader is a Cis Woman, fluffy sex, Praise Kink, Gratuitous Biochemistry

Summary:

You are a young biologist, fresh out of graduate school, working in Shinra's R&D Division under Professor Hojo. You had long since given up on finding a partner and starting a family, preferring instead the company of your cell samples and your scientific instruments.

As the conflict in Wutai worsens, you strike up an unexpected friendship with a First Class SOLDIER.

(Sephiroth/Reader Slow Burn)

No TW's apply for this chapter, but it is explicit (again!).

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An alarm went off in the dark. Outside, it was still night, and the snow was coming down fast and hard. Even Midgar had settled under the gloom. Terror gripped you; you didn’t know where you were. You lifted your head and peered into the darkness.

Then the other half of the bed shifted, the alarm was silenced, and you remembered.

You instinctively nuzzled into the warm, empty spot on the bed. Someone’s hand covered your lower back and pressed you into the mattress: a firm, soothing touch. It sat there for a minute, the room quiet. You sighed.

The hand lifted, and you fell into a dreamless sleep.

You were alone when you woke up. The cream curtains from the night before were drawn back and neatly pinned to the wall. Morning sunlight filled the windows; the sun was just rising over the city, sending light dancing two feet of snow. You rolled over and glanced at the small alarm clock on Sephiroth’s side: 7:39 AM.

“Seph?” you called.

Silence greeted you.

You got out of bed and stretched. The carpet was soft under your toes. Your clothes from the night before, along with Sephiroth’s, were gone. You wandered over to the bedroom door and poked your head out.

Empty. You were alone.

The lights were still on. The kitchen was near-pristine, the dishwasher churning away. A small note had been left on the counter:

Be back soon. Had a training thing I couldn’t get out of. Anything in the fridge is yours. -Seph.

Signed, as if anyone else could’ve left you that note.

You clutched the note to your chest and scanned the kitchen. The dishwasher had a tiny analog timer on its edge: SANITIZE. 0:37. CYCLE 3. A Shinra-co. microwave sat between black wooden cabinets. The dryer tumbled quietly; you could see your blouse and tights spinning together with Sephiroth’s jeans.

The fridge was silver and double-doored. There was a black screen on the right-hand door; when you tapped it, it chimed and lit up, showing you the inside of the fridge.

Sephiroth had covered the other door in photos, and you seized the opportunity to scan them: Genesis and Angeal, laughing with their arms around each other. A clump of 2nd-Classes clustered around a fire in a vast field. The dusty red cliffs near Cosmo Canyon. Genesis wearing awful sunglasses in a gift shop. A cluster of new recruits, grinning and posing for the camera. Between photos were endless postcards and souvenirs: dangling keychains, beaches and forests and old ruins, WISH YOU WERE HERE, a fossil magnet, a seashell, a train ticket (already punched). A couple of ceramic seagulls held a yellowed fan letter; in clumsy pen, it read:

To Mister Sehpir Sephiroth, My name is Cloud I am your biggest fan. I’m from Nibelheiiem have you ever been it is a beutiful place with lots of mountains and fields also. One day I want to be a strong soldier like you helping the people and maybe earning enough money to buy my mom a big house because she deserves it. Ive been doing a lot of jumping jacks and I can do at least 20 push ups so I’m almost ready to fight you in a match. Please come to Nibelhiem someday so we can be friends. Yours truly Cloud strife

You opened both refrigerator doors and squinted into the blinding white shelves. Sephiroth had meticulously organized his food into categories, packing the fridge end-to-end with fruit, pre-made meals, drinks, and leafy vegetables. A plastic carton of chocobo eggs dominated the middle shelf. They were clearly farm-fresh: they varied in color from beige to gray to pale green. Your leftovers from last night sat on a lower shelf, right above a produce basket filled to the brim with unidentifiable green smoothies.

The left-hand door of the fridge was packed with glass bottles of mako: sickly green, stacked one atop the other. You winced. These were scheduled doses, mixed with a noxious protein solution: designed to be taken once daily with food. The amount in Sephiroth’s fridge made you faintly nauseous. You had probably signed off on an experiment request without any thought as to what that much mako actually looked like.

Were you poisoning him?

CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE, said the orange stickers on the bottle. CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE. CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE.

You shuddered and closed the fridge.

The cabinets below the counter were that same black wood. Past the dishwasher was a gleaming silver sink, empty save for a single glass. The faucet was capped with a tiny water filter. You stood on your tiptoes and pried open the cabinets above: more plain glasses, some novelty cups, a pint glass that said IT’S 5 O’ CLOCK SOMEWHERE! in cheery, chipped lettering next to a cartoon lobster wearing sunglasses.

Near the sink was the espresso machine, along with a stack of well-loved cookbooks and jars of coffee beans. A bottle opener sat discarded. Nearby, an empty mug boasted SHINRA RESEARCH DIVISION in faded red, a dried coffee ring visible inside of it.

You didn’t feel particularly hungry. The only thing you felt was cold. You were still naked. You walked around the bartop, into the living room. Sephiroth had moved your overnight bag when he left, placing it neatly atop the couch for you. Masamune was gone from her high shelf.

You tucked his note inside the bag's inner pocket, retrieved an old GU t-shirt and your sleep shorts. After some consideration, you pulled out a pair of socks, too. The bag seemed comically overpacked, even for a weekend; you had gone through the endless possibilities of things and fluids you could’ve spilled on yourself or stepped into. Ultimately, you ended up packing for several days in some endlessly-cycling, nonsense climate. Your pill organizer was buried at the bottom.

Now dressed, you carried the pill organizer to the kitchen. You had to stand on your tip-toes to get a water glass. The sink burbled happily as you poured yourself a glass. Midgar prided itself on having some of the cleanest water on the Western continent, provided you lived on the upper plate. You still remembered the water filters from your childhood in the slums: the sour, rotten-egg smell of the brackish water pouring from the tap. The water from Sephiroth’s sink tasted like nothing.

A drawer near the fridge sat packed with protein and granola bars. You shoved one in your mouth to stave off the inevitable nausea from the pills.

That’s a lot of medication, your GP had once said, eyeing you warily. You may want to consider weaning off of it.

How old are you? asked your relatives. So many pills for a twenty-eight-year-old.

But you couldn’t go back in time. It was a small trade-off for being able to live with yourself. The granola bar felt like cardboard in your mouth.

You set your pill organizer back on the counter, next to your glass of water, and wandered over to the bathroom. The mixture of items on the counter had vaguely shifted from the night before: the toothpaste now rolled up, the mouthwash turned to the right, a washcloth (still damp) hanging from a towel rack. There was a tub of white hair gel, uncapped, next to the left faucet knob; the indents of Sephiroth’s fingers were still visible in the product. You screwed the cap back on. A menagerie of cleaning materials sat next to a small, silver trash can under the sink.

Out of pure curiosity, you touched the mirror gently, trying its edges. It swung open, revealing a few more shelves: floss, extra toothbrushes, bars of soap, several spare bottles of shampoo and conditioner. It was good to know you’d be able to grab extras off of Sephiroth, should you forget something.

But there, on the highest shelf, was also a small tube of mascara.

Something in you twinged. Sephiroth wore makeup?

It doesn’t help that I don’t look right.

You weren’t sure how to feel. He didn’t need your pity, and from his defeated expression when he had said that, he didn’t want it, either. The pink tube still made you feel cold, a little vulnerable, on his behalf. There was so much separating him from the normal world; even the scale of the apartment was built to him, as if Shinra needed to think hard about where he fit in their war machine.

You had visited the Sector 3 Zoo as a child. Your parents forced you into a frilly dress that itched and rode up in the summer heat. Your mother had sported a matching dress; she held your hand as the two of you gazed into the glass tanks. Painted jungle scenes loomed in the background of each tank, highlighting a few forlorn animals clustered together on a plastic tree. The decorations gave the impression of a healthy life: a hint of nature, like a well-placed accessory or seasoning on a dish. Perhaps they had painted the animals, too.

You closed the mirror.

With the door to the bathroom closed, you could see a few shelves set into the wall behind you. All boasted fresh white towels and washcloths. You grabbed one and headed back out to fetch your makeup remover.

Clunk.

You froze. You strained your ears, but you could only hear the whir of the dishwasher, the idle hum of the refrigerator. Did you break something?

You peered into the kitchen. The clunk had come from the cabinets. There was an odd curve in the corner: the cabinet door stretched from end-to-end in a smooth arc, like a bad optical illusion. You pulled it open.

Beyond was a large metal dumbwaiter. The metal platter held a small assortment of groceries in a paper bag: dinosaur kale and a chunk of celery peeked out from the top.

That explains the clunk, you thought. Sephiroth must have had everything in this apartment delivered. There was something immeasurably sad about the dumbwaiter, the grocery delivery. Either Sephiroth was so abominably overworked that he couldn’t grocery shop, or— worse— he couldn’t step outside of his apartment at all for the crowds.

Or both.

You pulled the grocery bag out of the dumbwaiter. As if prompted, it plunged into the metal chute below. You tried to peer into the darkness, but you felt nausea overtake you. The dumbwaiter dropped down, down, down, until, after a leaden minute, it clunked somewhere far below.

And then there was a groan, and it shot up again.

You backed away, clutching the grocery bag to your chest. The dumbwaiter groaned to a halt inside Sephiroth’s kitchen, holding two cartons of chicken eggs in a plastic bag. Someone (or something) was on the other end, stacking items onto the dumbwaiter.

You set the paper bag down on the counter and carefully removed the eggs from the dumbwaiter. This time, it stayed put inside the cabinet.

Sephiroth hadn’t indicated when he was coming back. The kindest thing you could do was put his groceries away for him before they became too warm. You sorted the chicken groceries on the counter, refrigerating only what needed refrigerating. Sephiroth’s fridge had an intimidating-looking organizational system; as you shelved the eggs near the Chocobo eggs, you prayed you wouldn’t get it wrong. Sephiroth had been so wonderfully patient and gentle with you thus far, but everyone had their limits, especially with you. You shoved the worry down as you weighed a cucumber in your hand, considering your options. The vegetables joined the refrigerator baskets; the fruit was placed near the bowl of clementines.

You yawned as you closed the fridge door. Remove the makeup, you thought, and then back to bed until Sephiroth returned.

Sleep had removed most of your eyeshadow and mascara. You set to work cleaning your face. On the first swipe, the towel came away with an angry smear of concealer. Your mind raced: Could you offer to buy another towel? Should you throw it in the laundry, run it yourself? Or no, perhaps he paid the water bill. Between putting the groceries away and this mistake, you had some explaining to do.

You took a deep breath and neatly folded the towel on the bathroom counter. Better to beg forgiveness, maybe. You took care to leave the makeup stain visible; he could decide what to do with you when he returned.

Back in the bedroom, you caught sight of the books shoved under the bed. You wiped your damp hands against your sleep shorts. What could Sephiroth possibly want to hide from you? He could’ve put them into his crowded bookshelves, and you wouldn’t have been the wiser. These were books he must have been looking at recently: perhaps before bed, or just before your visit.

You knelt down on the carpet and peeked under the bed. The pile was maybe ten, fifteen books deep: just enough to be sizable without crowding the (otherwise empty) space. You dragged a few books into the light.

FEMALE SEXUAL ANATOMY - 1995 Revised Edition

Satisfied: Female Arousal and Orgasm

Becoming Better Lovers: How to Worship the Female Form

“He wasn’t kidding,” you muttered to yourself as you sifted through the books. The Science of Touch, said the next book, Why We Need It and How to Give It. You felt that stab of pity again, the feeling that you were back at the zoo, watching the sad animals on their plastic tree with their painted background. You would’ve been happy to help him touch you, or maybe not, your brain added, because you had pushed him away so thoroughly that even you didn’t know you wanted him until he was there. Fresh guilt ran through you: maybe he hadn’t thought himself able to ask. He had seemed embarrassed to admit his lack of experience, and for a moment, you scolded yourself for having pressed it out of him.

No, said a different voice in your head. He told you because he wanted to. This voice sounded suspiciously like Sephiroth.

There were quite a few gil-store romance novels here, many of them dog-eared and broken at their spines. You snorted at the buff men on the cover, the authors’s campy pen-named names: M.S. ROSE, EARL LUV, JENNY SWOON. It seemed almost unreal that the Sephiroth would be just as taken with these as a village housewife. No wonder he had taken so poorly to being called such in bed.

You hesitated over the last book:

Loving the Fearful Avoidant Partner

You had a terrible feeling this book was about you.

With trembling hands, you opened the covers. Every page was littered with highlights, sticky notes, and cramped annotations in Sephiroth’s looping handwriting. There were bountiful dog-ears across each chapter, noting where Sephiroth had stopped and started and stopped again.

You sat back on your heels and slowly carded through the book. Every page, every sentence, had been examined, pored over, dissected: how to deal with touch avoidance, how to recognize dissociation, how to reassure your partner that you would be there again and again. Pencil filled every empty space on the page, and when Sephiroth ran out of room, he continued on sticky notes.

Tears welled up in your eyes. He had tried. He had wanted you enough to make you feel safe, had wanted you enough to read this book front-to-back and take notes. He saw you as someone to love, to care for and guide; not something to use and then discard at the first sign of trouble.

This is so much, you thought, swallowing around the lump in your throat. So much for you, angry and broken and sad and detached-from-everything you: resigned to cruelty, married to the dark room, the couch at the party, the dorm room bed. This was a level of care that sent a pang through those vulnerable parts of you, like a gentle hand stroking your hair, excruciating in its thoughtfulness.

You sniffled and returned the book to the pile. You curled up on the carpet, hands curled like dead birds to your chest.

Once, you had had a traumatic attack in front of your parents, the stress of everything raining down all at once during a minor argument. You had curled up into a ball, hyperventilating and wailing. They had screamed at you to calm down, and, when that didn’t work, turned their backs to you in disgust, as if you were a disobedient child. Later, they asked if you were “done,” that same disgust glimmering deep in their eyes. You learned early that no one was coming when you felt that way; except now, someone was, and you didn’t know what to do with him.

You crawled up to the bed, burrowed under the covers. His pillow still smelled like him, warm and floral and inviting, like the flowers in the Sector 5 Slums. You cried into it, pretended like he was holding you again.

Plink. The telltale chime of the Shinra messaging system.

You lifted your head. Sephiroth's tablet lit up from the bedside table: Instant Message from xxx-xxx-2546.

Sephiroth’s tablet background was instantly recognizable: Zack at the holiday party, clutching a reluctant Angeal close and holding a phone out at arm’s length. Genesis had his chin on Angeal’s shoulder, staring up at the camera with a coy expression. For a moment, you felt a surge of envy: Genesis looked so pretty, and even Angeal’s disgruntled smile seemed handsome. Zack was all teeth, all bright eyes and a brighter smile.

But in the corner of the photo, back against the wall, was Sephiroth’s long, silver hair. He was staring at someone. You squinted at the photo. The tablet went to sleep again, and you tapped the screen twice to wake it.

You. He was staring at you.

You had your hand to your mouth, looking down at your champagne, looking small and shy. But it was clearly you, that was your blouse and your slacks, and that was the wall you leant against.

And Sephiroth stood beside you with his own glass of champagne, had even leant down to listen to you talk. There was an inquisitive, gentle look on his face as he watched you.

Somehow, you got the feeling that Sephiroth had chosen this photo on purpose. No one would notice you in the background; all anyone would see were Sephiroth’s colleagues. But every day, with every message he got, he let himself sneak a look at you. This was a small, secret thing, like a locket: like a photo that somehow held another, better one inside it.

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The front door opened. You startled awake.

“Hello?” you called.

“Hello,” came the easy reply.

Sephiroth’s voice. You relaxed into the bed. The door thumped closed, and there was a sound like jingling keys, the turn of a lock. You snuggled back into the warmth of the covers as his footsteps moved through the living room. There was a gentle thump, presumably as he set Masamune back in her wooden stand, followed by the clang of a metal thermos on the marble countertop.

He gently pushed the bedroom door open.This seemed like the first doorway that you hadn’t seen him duck to get into. He was in his full battle regalia, down to the leather boots. His gloves were gone. “There you are.”

You made to sit up. Sephiroth held out a hand.

“Don’t move.” His voice was soft, still rough around the edges with morning fog. “Are you hungry?”

You hesitated. “You don’t have to.”

“It’s okay,” he said gently. “I want you to be comfortable.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He disappeared around the corner before you could protest. You sunk back into the pillows, fighting off humiliation. He had just come back from work, and, judging by how dark it had been when the alarm went off, he had been at it a long time. The clock now read 10:42 AM.

You heard the click of a stove burner. Sephiroth called out from the kitchen. “Sleep well?”

“I did,” you called back, and it was true. You normally struggled with sleeping with others, even those few long-term partners: your brain sensing danger where there wasn’t any, feeling the terror of waking up in an unfamiliar bed, startling with every adjustment and snore from the other half of the mattress. You hadn’t even realized he was in the bed with you until he wasn’t. “Did you?”

“Very well.” There was a note of surprise in his voice. “I didn’t want to strangle the recruits for once.” The fridge sang as it opened: ding-dong. “You put my groceries away?”

You winced. “I didn’t know how you liked them,” you said, trying to keep the fear out of your voice. “I didn’t want them to go, like, go bad, so—“

“No,” he replied. “This is perfect.” He sounded awed, even humbled. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” You let out a relieved sigh.

You listened to him putter around the kitchen. Outside, the train circled lazily around the plate, sending puffs of white steam into the sky. This high up, it looked like a toy, like the ones in the High Street holiday displays. You took a deep breath, just to reassure yourself this was all real.

You scanned the room again. One of the closet doors was ever-so-slightly ajar, revealing a dark, cavernous closet. In the sunlight, the patchy spackling above the doors was even more obvious. The small tube of mascara, the books shoved under the bed: secrets, secrets, secrets. You readied yourself to call Sephiroth, but he returned, holding a wooden tray laden with food.

You sat up in bed, let him set the tray astride your lap. The amount of food on your plate seemed excessive, and yet, you had the feeling he had tried to hold back: Three Chocobo eggs, sunny-side-up, wobbled next to a side of sausage. He had stacked toast and roasted potatoes on top of each other, swallowing the rest of the plate. A small bowl of strawberries was tucked in the corner.

You peered into the mug he set down on your nightstand. The coffee was even black. You hadn’t had to tell him how you liked it.

“This is—“

“Too much?” Sephiroth knelt next to the bed. “I wasn’t sure.”

You could hear the nervousness in his voice, and your heart swelled. “No,” you replied, picking up a piece of toast. He had already buttered it for you: real butter, not the chemical stuff in Midgardian supermarkets. “It’s perfect.”

He touched gentle fingers to the soft flesh of your arm. Goosebumps prickled there. “I’m glad.”

You relaxed back into the pillows as Sephiroth stroked your bare arm. You had needed this: the care, the ample affection. It was like being a child again, like being held close to a parent’s bosom, knowing you were safe and loved there.

It was hard to accept that this didn’t have a catch.

You stopped chewing your toast.

“You’re thinking again.” Sephiroth’s voice was gentle, teasing. You hadn’t even noticed that his hand had stilled.

“This is nice,” you whispered to the plate. “How can I repay you?”

He brushed his knuckles against your cheek. You leaned into it, and he laughed and brushed your cheek again: just for you, just because you liked it.

He liked you. He liked that you liked him. There was no disgust or smugness at how needy you were for him: there was a wound in your belly, and he wanted to mend it.

You closed your eyes as Sephiroth cupped your cheek. His palm was warm, rough, against your skin.

He said, “You don’t owe me anything. I’m not interested in playing games.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

“Thank me?” he laughed. “It’s my pleasure.”

He stood and stretched. You tucked into the eggs as he strode to the closet and began removing his armor. You watched him idly while you ate. He rolled each shoulder as the pauldrons came off: left, then right. The gloves, as it turned out, had already been stuffed in a pocket; Sephiroth removed them and folded them neatly before placing them in a drawer. He tilted his head to the side and audibly cracked his neck with a small grunt of satisfaction. You jumped, but he didn’t seem to notice your surprise.

Next came the belts across his chest. As he slid his coat off, you caught the gleam of the honeybee against an inner pocket.

You spoke up. “You kept it.”

Sephiroth looked over his shoulder with a raised brow. You gestured with your fork at the coat.

He turned the coat over in his hands until the honeybee was visible. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Of course I kept it,” he said before looking back up at you. “Someone in my bed has a free punch if I ever lose it.”

You shook your head. “I would never.”

“Hush. I promised.”

You ducked your head to hide your grin. The egg yolk on your plate was perfectly runny, and you dragged the toast through it. The slice was thick, sourdough bread that easily sopped up the yolk. The butter tasted fresh, fresher than whatever artificial spread you had at home. There was still food on the plate, and yet you were rapidly filling up.

“Does the switch still work?” you asked. “I can fix it for you if it doesn’t.”

“It does,” he said. He had already hung up the coat, yet he removed it from the closet again, turned the lapel out just to show you. With a tug of his fingers, the honeybee’s wings lifted.

You bit into a strawberry; it exploded on your tongue, sweet and tender. You spoke around it. “You can add a little cleaning solution to the gears if it stops doing that.”

Sephiroth hummed and placed the coat back on its hanger. There were more scars on his pale back: bullet wounds, old cuts, more burns. He shook out his hair as he unbuckled his pants. You averted your eyes out of habit; with his back turned to you, he didn’t notice. You doubted he would even care.

Each strawberry you picked up was as succulent as the last. You snuck another glance at Sephiroth, but he had already dressed himself in dark sweatpants and a faded white shirt. He had his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes with a weary, scrunched-up expression.

“Seph?”

“Mm.” He blinked hard and looked over to you. Even from this distance, you could tell some of the mascara had smudged, giving the underside of his eyes a softer, raccoon-like halo.

You pointed at the spackling. “What happened there?”

Sephiroth followed your gaze. “Oh.” He blinked hard again, like he was noticing the patches for the first time. “I used to hang medals up there. Plaques, dedications, all kinds of honorary bullshit.” He shook his head and turned towards the bathroom. “I was sick of looking at them,” he added, voice flat, “so I took them all down.”

A chill ran through you. As he disappeared into the bathroom, you called after him. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he called. The sink turned on, briefly, before sputtering to a stop. “It’s a fair question.”

The strawberries now gone, you mixed the potatoes with the remaining egg. “Doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have asked it,” you said.

A laugh. “I won’t answer you if I don’t want to.” He poked his head through the doorway, swiping the soiled towel you had left across his eyes. “I can be stubborn.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you looked down and shoveled potatoes into your mouth.

You pushed your plate away when he emerged from the bathroom, his eyes red as he dried his hands on the ruined towel. His eyelashes were gone, too; or no, you thought, they were only a stark white, and they were just as long as you remembered. He looked unreal, even a little terrifying, and you didn’t catch yourself staring until he looked up at you and gave you a shy smile.

You cleared your throat. “Pretty.”

His smile widened with something bitter. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“No, I…come here.” You reached out a hand. He walked over and, when he leant to take your tray, you cupped his cheeks. Yes, his lashes were white after all, and still thick enough to hide his eyes from you. His eyes traveled across the plate, across your chest, up to your mouth and, finally, your eyes, where he squinted in confusion.

You leaned forward as far as you could, and he closed his eyes and pushed his head forward, into the gap, where you could press a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Pretty,” you said again, more forcefully.

His hands tightened around the tray. “Mm.”

He stayed where he was when you pulled away. When he opened his eyes, he stared at your shirt: the old, faded GU gym shirt your parents had bought you when you had been accepted.

You fidgeted, and this seemed to snap him out of whatever train of thought he had been stuck in. He stood, tray in his hands, and turned to leave, though not before you caught his mouth twisted in deep concentration.

“Seph?” you called.

“One minute,” he called back. You couldn’t read his voice. Your heart began to race.

By the time he returned, you had already scripted an entire apology in your head. You pushed the covers away, but before you could get out of bed to soothe him, he climbed on top of you.

“Seph—“

“Shh.” He kissed you, then, soft and wanting, like he was trying to solve something. You leaned up into him. He didn’t seem angry, from what you could tell.

You pulled away. “Mad at me?”

He tilted his head. This close, you could see the ring of mako around his pupils. The white lashes fluttered when he blinked. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know, it—“ You twirled one of his bangs around your finger. When you released it, it still held pin-straight. You twirled it again. “I just, you didn’t seem to like when I called you ‘pretty.’”

Sephiroth lowered himself completely onto you. You leaned back, propped up against the pillows, and he pressed his ear to your belly. He gazed out of the windows, scanned the Midgar cityscape. It felt good, feeling his arms wrap around you, holding you close to him. You brushed your nose against the top of his head. He smelled like boy there: powdery, human, all warmth and skin.

After a long silence, he said, “I’m not used to it.”

“No one’s ever called you that before?”

“Plenty of times,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut like this admission pained him. “But it’s…different, coming from you.” He opened his eyes again. His voice was a soft murmur against your skin, his breath tickling your stomach. “I know that you mean it.”

“Do you like it?”

“I do,” he said.

His head was so heavy against your chest; you felt your heart rate slow as he nuzzled into your breastbone. This neediness, coming from him, somehow made you feel safer. You kissed the part of his hair, just because you could, and he sighed deeply, melting more impossibly against you. That just made you hold him tighter.

His voice was deeper when he spoke up. “I have work.”

“Oh.” You released him, making to sit up, but he stayed where he was, pinning you to the bed. You weren’t strong enough to push him off.

His eyes were still closed. “Just reports and checking my inbox.” He let out a frustrated growl and rubbed his cheek against you. “I told everyone I was unavailable.”

You patted his head in what you hoped was a soothing gesture. “Hojo does that to me all the time,” you said. “You should set up one of those out-of-office messages.”

“I did,” said Sephiroth. “I had Rhapsados set it up. It didn’t work.”

Genesis, you thought. A small coil of jealousy formed in your gut. You scolded yourself for being irrational; the man was cuddling you, and yet you were stuck on how his best friend had cornered you in your lab. You wondered if Sephiroth knew, if saying so would ruin the moment.

“Well,” you said, “fuck them for, for bothering you.”

He snorted and opened his eyes. “I’d rather not,” he drawled at the opposite wall. “I want to ignore them.”

You giggled. He turned his head, lifted your shirt just high enough to kiss the tattooed roses on your belly.

You could feel his smile against your skin when he spoke up: “I’ll just be a few hours, and then you can do what you want with me. How’s that?”

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You spent the rest of the morning on the couch in the living room while Sephiroth went through paperwork in the bedroom. Sitting in front of the TV made its level of disuse even more apparent: a thin layer of dust sat on the remote. Shinra provided him with every streaming service and channel known to man (and a few, you thought, only accessible to the very, very rich).

You replayed that odd expression he had had when you called him pretty: the way his mouth twisted, the way he kept his head down when he pressed it to your chest. It stuck between your teeth as you flipped through the channels.

Why would I be mad at you?

Did he mean it? The soft words, the breakfast in bed, the gentle touches— did those mean something?

What if he was just pretending? What if you had finally sparked a nerve with your comment, and he was trying to be polite?

You stared blankly at some documentary about mass-produced crayons. You felt ill at ease, turning over each syllable in time with the factory machinery. I’m— not— in-- ter— es— ted— in— play—ing—games. Clink, turn. You—don’t—owe—me—any—thing. Clink, turn. This was usually the end of the-- well, not a relationship, you chided yourself, but the something. After the sex came the awkward goodbyes, the dropped texts, the averted gazes in the hallway. Clink, turn. I—want—you—to—be—com—for—ta—ble. His voice was so clear in your head. You huddled closer to yourself. You had already served your purpose; what did he need you for now? Why pretend?

“Are you cold?”

You started violently, knocking over a couch cushion. A firm hand gripped your shoulder. You sighed audibly and pressed your hand to your racing heart.

“I’m sorry,” said Sephiroth, a laugh at the edge of his tone. “I should wear a bell, or so I’m told.”

You rubbed at your eyes. “No, it’s…fine. Can you— what did you say?”

The hand at your shoulder loosened, drifted over your shoulder to rub your upper back. “I asked if you were cold,” he replied. He sounded so even, so self-assured, that your earlier doubts seemed ridiculous. You hung your head, staring at your hands in your lap: curled, again, like dead birds. The man wasn’t kicking you out; he was making you comfortable, and damn convention, he was acting as if this was the thousandth weekend together, not the first. How many times would it take for you to realize that?

You’re thinking again, and now the Sephiroth in your brain had a mocking, snide tone.

Sephiroth stopped rubbing your back and said your name gently. You looked up The documentary had switched to a Potion commercial.

“I could use a blanket,” you mumbled, and a minute later, one laid on your shoulders. You turned to thank Sephiroth, but he was already retreating back to his room. This was a different blanket than the one from the first date: it was heavier and made of a black fleece, like a warm hug around your shoulders. Down feather filling, said the care label. Weighted.

You pressed your nose to the fleece and closed your eyes. This smelled like him, too. You picked up the fallen pillow and tucked it under your head.

Eventually, the documentary flipped over to a Chocobo-wrangling reality show, then a Cosmo Canyon documentary. The sun rose higher in the sky.

A white bowl was set on the coffee table in front of you, filled with your leftovers from last night. Sephiroth’s voice came from your left: “Move over.”

You pressed yourself against the L-joint of the couch as Sephiroth lowered himself down next to you with a groan, his tablet in hand. One of those unidentifiable green smoothies was in a pint glass on the table: Going Insane, Back In 5!! A faded cactaur danced across his shirt; it wore orange Mideelean festival garb. It was a strong contender for the ugliest thing you had ever seen.

“You’re so far away.” He beckoned you. “Don’t you want to come here?”

You slowly extended your legs again. Sephiroth caught them and placed your calves against his lap. When he slid closer to you, you were able to sit up with your back against the couch corner.

He leaned forward to take the bowl of leftovers, passed it to you. There was a spoon in the corner, floating near the beef. “Lunch.”

“Thank you,” you murmured. He handed you a pair of clean chopsticks before settling back with the smoothie. The leftovers were just as good as they had been the night before: the fridge had congealed the broth into something smoother, more comforting.

Sephiroth tilted his head back and chugged half of the smoothie. He set the glass down on the coffee table. “What’s this you’re watching?”

You looked back at the television: it was that Chocobo wrangler show again. A heavyset man with a drawling accent explained the color variations in a wild black Chocobo. Wiz, said the bright orange subtitle. “Just whatever.” You picked at the noodles. “I wasn’t really watching it.”

“Mm?” Sephiroth settled back against the couch with his tablet. His hand idly stroked one of your legs. You shivered. “Do you like chocobos?”

You had visited a Chocobo farm once in high school: part of a biology class trip. You sat out the dissection of a Chocobo heart; more accurately, you fainted and spent the rest of the day in the emergency room. You had always been too soft, too open, for such things. “I…I do, yeah.” Wiz had moved on to scouting for a black Chocobo nest. "They’re cute.”

“I had the pleasure of visiting a farm west of Midgar.”

“Did you ride one?”

“I did.” Sephiroth gave you a coy smile. “You’ll never guess the color.”

You clutched the bowl against your chest and smiled back. “White?”

He scoffed, patting your shin in frustration. “How did you know?”

“What did you think I’d guess?” You picked up the remote and browsed through the apps again.

“Most guess black. Wait,” said Sephiroth, his hand tightening briefly on your leg as an old black-and-white film appeared on the “Recommended” list. “Do you like movies?”

“Sure I do.” The film he stopped on was at least seventy years old; you recognized the movie star as she gazed dreamily up at her man. It matched the books under Sephiroth’s bed.

“I’ve been meaning to watch this.” He placed his hand higher now, on your thigh this time, and again you shivered, warmth already pooling in your belly. “Would you like that?”

“Of c—“ You coughed around the sudden lump in your throat. “Of course.”

The movie opened on the heroine waiting at a train station. It was some famous actress, the kind who ran philanthropy projects in her old age and had acting awards named after her. Despite leaving the television on at home, you didn’t ever switch it to the oldies channel. Sephiroth, meanwhile, had already abandoned all pretext of working and was watching the screen intently. You drew the fleece blanket up to your chin.

The heroine moved through the slums, back when the slums were nice: before the garbage and the industrial waste and the plate above. From what you could gather, the hero was a cop (or a detective, or a private eye, or a something-or-other), and the heroine was trying to pull him away from a high-profile case. You looked between the screen and Sephiroth, but he was transfixed. Occasionally, he woke his tablet and pecked out a few messages with his index finger, took a sip of smoothie. You finished your lunch and set the bowl down on the table.

Through the film, he absentmindedly stroked your leg. You wanted to speak up, tell him how much you loved that: how familiar it was, how friendly. It was impossible to focus on the movie when he was touching you like he had known you for ages. You closed your eyes—

“What is riding the subway like?”

You looked to Sephiroth, but he was staring at the movie, head tilted ever-so-slightly in fascination. The hero and the heroine were riding the old Midgar rail system. The city whipped behind them as they spoke in hushed tones.

“The…the subway?” You remembered the mascara in the bathroom, the dumbwaiter bringing his groceries, and your heart broke for him again. “You’ve never been?”

“No,” he said softly. “Trains, yes. Subway, no.”

“It’s kind of awful,” you blurted. “You’re not missing anything.”

“Yeah?” He still had that lost, faraway look on his face. You could see his eyes— those strange eyes— following the sights racing past the windows, beyond where the protagonists spoke in low, husky voices. Part of you wanted to lie to him: to tell him that the subway was fascinating and beautiful and clean, always empty enough for you to get a seat, always on time.

You pushed ahead with honesty. “I moved plate-side so I didn’t have to take it anymore. It’s…it’s a l-lot, like…like everyone’s pushing you and a-and you don’t have any personal space and it’s…it’s like, like gross. Dirty.”

A concerned expression overtook his face then, like he was on the edge of a question. Sephiroth looked to you, looked back to the screen, and in the next second, his worry dissolved into nothing: cool impassivity. “I see,” is what he said.

“Now you look, like, like you’re thinking.” That damned stutter. It always ruined your delivery.

“No,” said Sephiroth to the screen. There was a far-off quality to his voice that made you feel guilty for pressing, and you propped yourself up on your elbow to watch him. “No, it’s nothing.”

The mirth drained from you. “I’m sorry,” you said. “I, like, I made it seem a-a-awful.”

He squeezed your calf, a fond smile on his lips. “Shhh. I’m glad you don’t have to take it anymore.”

“You sure?”

He inclined his head. “I am.”

The movie was slow, artsy in a way that felt foreign to you. You yawned. Your medication had worn off. Already, the sky outside had taken on a lazy, golden color.

You blinked hard, just for a moment, and the scene in the movie changed entirely. You blinked again, and the protagonists kissed, and the room seemed dimmer: you were nodding off, you realized.

Just for a few seconds, you thought. I’ll close my eyes for a few seconds.

The sun sank lower in the sky. Your eyelids felt heavy, and Sephiroth’s lap was warm under your calves, and he was stroking your leg so gently.

---

You woke to something sizzling. The apartment was almost completely dark, save for the kitchen, where Sephiroth was fussing. The sun had long since set; Midgar twinkled below.

When you sat up, the weighted blanket fell off to the side. He had covered you in it while you slept, even tucked it into the couch cushions for you. The TV was muted, now playing a different film; this one was in blotchy color, showing grizzled cowboys peering across the Eastern desert. Their black chocobos shook themselves and tittered silently.

The couch pillow had a small drool puddle off to one side. You rubbed your cheek clean and looked over your shoulder. Sephiroth had his back to you. His hair was up in a ponytail again, but he hadn’t bothered to put on his apron.

He tilted his head. “Awake?”

That SOLDIER hearing is something else. You swallowed the urge to apologize, landed instead on: “I know we were supposed to have the weekend. Guess I was more tired than I thought.”

He bent down to remove something from the oven and place it on the stove. “You needed to rest,” he said. “I’m flattered you felt comfortable.”

Sephiroth didn’t sound upset. You placed your feet on the floor and neatly folded the fleece blanket. Still, it seemed like a waste when he had taken time off just for you.

You spoke up. “I’m not thinking, by the way.”

“I didn’t say you were.” He did turn to you this time, flashing a toothy smile. It pained you how handsome he was. You looked away and petted the blanket like it was a fussy animal.

Sephiroth continued to prepare your dinner. He had long since cleared the dishes from your lunch. Your clothes were neatly folded at the other end of the couch; he had even zipped your overnight bag up for you.

You watched him scoop a lump of green vegetables next to a steak. He eyed the way they sat on the plate before leaning in and poking them, rearranging them to his satisfaction.

So careful for you.

He spoke up. “Wine?”

“Yes, please?”

He served you on the bartop again, and the two of you ate shoulder-to-shoulder. A Chocobo egg wobbled atop his steak; on the stove, you saw another steak cooling, waiting for his second course. He leaned in to examine your steak from time-to-time, asking quietly if you liked it, if it was cooked properly. The seasoning crunched in your mouth; it tasted, somehow, like summertime, despite the snow outside. The green lump turned out to be a mixture of broccoli and spinach; the acrid tang of lemon sang on your tongue with each bite. Over halfway through your first glass of wine, he retrieved the second steak and ate that, too.

Dessert was another helping of the fresh strawberries from that morning; he even put a dollop of whipped cream on the corner of the plate. The cream tasted hand-made; when you asked, the corner of his mouth quirked.

“Good eye,” he said. “Do you like it?”

You eagerly reached for a second strawberry. “When did you make fucking whipped cream?”

“It’s really not difficult,” he said. Before you could lift the cream-covered strawberry to your mouth, he gently took your wrist. “Let me—“

You turned to him, about to ask, when he plucked the strawberry from your fingers. He held it to your lips and raised his eyebrows.

Oh.

You leaned in and bit into the strawberry, focused on not dripping juice and cream down your chin. When you looked up again, he had a soft look on his face that bordered on pleased, and the butterflies in your stomach kicked up again. These were romantic cliches, the type of stuff you saw in bad movies or in gil-store romance novels.

He was mimicking them.

You wiped your chin with your hand. Sephiroth didn’t know any better, didn’t let endless Valentine’s Days alone defeat him. You had given up the fantasy of being hand-fed the second a man pinned you in bed. Now, you felt that part of you lift its head with hope.

He proffered the rest of the strawberry with a questioning noise. You smiled as you finished it from between his fingers. Eating from him felt different: like he was truly caring for you. It didn’t quite kill the old panic that arose when you were vulnerable in front of him, but seeing, feeling, him dab at your mouth with a napkin certainly dulled its edge. Maybe the wine was making you brave.

When Sephiroth brought another cream-covered strawberry to your lips, you took it down in one bite. He smiled, close-lipped, and made a satisfied hmm when you made eye contact.

You cupped your hand under your mouth and chewed. “’S good.”

“I’m glad.” He waited for you to swallow before offering the next. “Hydroponically-grown.”

You bit just the strawberry’s tip, but didn’t move from the fruit as you chewed. “Where at?”

He craned his neck over the counter. “I’d have to look at the packaging. But I asked for local.”

“It’s not important.” You chomped down the rest of the strawberry, and, when you got to the stem, kissed the tips of his fingers. His breath caught, and you grinned.

He fed you the rest of the strawberries that way. When you had eaten the last one, he stood and took the plates, but not before you swiped a finger through the remaining cream and licked it clean. A flush crept up his neck; he cleared his throat and moved past you, into the kitchen.

“Let me fill the dishwasher,” he said over his shoulder. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

“Okay.” But you didn’t move from your seat, watching him at the sink. His face was in profile to you as he rinsed your plates.

A droplet of sweat crept down his aquiline nose; it lingered at the tip, quivering, and then it dropped into the sudsy mess.

I’m going to kiss him, you thought. He pressed his face to his shoulder, blotting off the sweat on his brow. It left a dark spot on his white shirt. I want to kiss him.

You slid off of your chair, leaving your wine glass on the counter.

You tiptoed across the kitchen tile. Sephiroth paused, lifted his head just so, as if he knew what you were doing. Even better, he seemed like he was waiting for it.

You pressed your palm to the small of his back, and there was no mistaking the way he shivered in response.

You slid your arms around his waist and pressed your body up to his.

Every muscle under your fingers was drawn taut and firm. He let out a shaky exhale and braced his hands against the counter as you drifted your hands across his body, feeling the soft give of his lower belly, the hard curve of his spine under your lips, his soft hair brushing your cheek. You reached for his nipples and reveled in the way he sighed yes, soft and secret for you, as you pinched and rubbed at them through his shirt. There was a soft humming sound, deep and resonant and pleased, and it took you a moment to realize that it had come from you, that you had let out that sound of deep satisfaction.

All too soon, his body shifted, and you barely had time to reorient yourself before his lips pressed to yours. The affectionate kiss stood stark against how greedily he pulled you up against his chest. Your toes just brushed the tile, and you braced your hands against his chest for balance. He was hard, the sweatpants doing nothing to hide how much he wanted you, and it felt good against your belly, the press of his hips heady and sweet and still so gentle, somehow. Still no tongue when he kissed you; you’d have to introduce that yourself. You had imagined that this is what being a teenager in love felt like: dizzy and innocent, full of possibility, the emotional baggage left at the curb.

“Can I lift you?” he whispered.

“You’re kind of already lifting me,” you whispered back.

He laughed, then sighed. “Here.”

You felt his broad arm hook under your thighs, and you yelped as he lifted you up onto the counter. He deposited you on the cold marble and stood between your legs. Your feet couldn't quite reach the ground.

“Not fair,” you squeaked. “Give me some warning next time!”

“I’m sorry,” he said, but there was a teasing smirk on his face. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to kiss you, and he met your mouth in earnest. With him standing between your legs, you could access all of him: his waist, the smooth planes of his chest, his cock, his ass. You wanted to worship him the way he deserved, kiss away that strange, hesitant look he had given you when you had called him pretty. His lips were sloppy, eager, against yours, and when you returned your fingers to his nipples, he finally, blessedly, licked your bottom lip, trying to get you to open for him. (You did.) This was going too quickly for you to retrieve your tights from the wash; that idea would have to wait, still. His excitement made your blood run hot.

You tugged on his nipples, and he surged forward towards you, like you were leading him by his tits. He snaked a hand between your legs and pressed two fingers to the seam of your shorts.

“No,” you said, batting his hand away. “You already did a lot.”

“I haven’t done anything,” he said. He braced the offending hand against the marble counter beside your hip. “I’ve only taken care of you, the way you deserve.”

“That’s a lot,” you replied. You reached for his sweatpants, pushed the waistband down to his upper thighs.

He tensed when you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him forward. The blush had returned, painting his cheeks, staining the tips of his ears bright red. The words tumbled out of his mouth, all in a rush: “You don’t have to repay me—“

“No,” you said, “But I do wanna touch you. Take care of you.”

“Alrig— mm.” Sephiroth jerked his hips when you pressed your hand to his underwear. He was almost on top of you, as if he were standing on his tiptoes, trying to push his body into yours. You stroked the length of him through his underwear, marveled at how solid he was in your grip. This close, you could hear how his breath caught and sighed and lilted. You found where the head pressed against his right thigh, rubbed your thumb against it, and the way he groaned was almost violent, the cabinets next to your head rattling when he rested his forehead against them.

“Good?”

He laughed, and there was a low, ruined quality to it that went straight through you. “Good.”

“It— doesn’t hurt?” You continued to stroke him, cupping him through the fabric. “Right?”

“No.” This he punctuated with a messy kiss to the shell of your ear. “Sweet.”

“Sweet?”

“You,” he murmured. He shifted on his feet, and no, he wasn’t standing on his tiptoes, he was just very big and you, by comparison, very small. He held onto your waist with his right hand. “You’re sweet.”

You couldn’t help but smile, hiding your face against his collarbone. “You’re sweet.”

“We’ve been over this.” He removed his shirt, let it fall to the tile floor. You grabbed at his hips and squeezed, watched his belly ripple as he tensed. Already, his body was feeling like home, and you couldn’t tell him how grateful you were for it. “I’m not sweet, and I’m not cute, and I am not your little wife.”

It was hard to believe him when he fell so easily into your arms, his warm body like a shield from the rest of the kitchen. “Liar,” you said.

“You tease, but I’ll prove it.”

“You are sweet and cute and, absolutely,” you added, speeding your hand on his cock, watching as he licked his lips and thrust into your hand, “My little wife.”

He braced his hands against the counter. “At some point,” he growled, “when you least expect it, I’ll show you.”

“You— you had better.” You were rewarded with Sephiroth’s breath ghosting against your ear as he leaned in, panting hot and loud. “You can bite there, you know.”

“Can I, now?” It took him a few tries to latch onto your ear, but when he did, you jumped. He tugged eagerly at the lobe, the pain of his bite sinking straight into the center of you. As you braced your forehead against his shoulder, he chuckled. “Sensitive. I’ll remember that.”

“You had better,” you repeated, feeling dizzy and warm as you shifted to press your cunt against him.

“I remember everything you tell me,” he whispered as he started to rut against you. You arched your back, matching his thrusts, fascinated by his clothed cock silhouetted in his underwear.

“Yeah?” you whispered.

“Of course,” he whispered back. “Why wouldn’t I?”

His thrusts stuttered, and you took the opportunity to speak up: “Can I see how you, um, like….like to…?” Saying it aloud felt dirty, foreign: you wanted to watch how he touched himself, wanted to mimic that for him. You mimed jerking off, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Sephiroth seemed to catch your meaning. You saw his belly tense again, and when he spoke, there was a palpable hesitation: “You…can.”

He pulled away and tugged his underwear down just far enough to free his dick. You offered your hand, palm up, and he guided it to his cock. Silently, he encouraged your fingers into a loose fist, guided them up the shaft, then down again, letting you pull the foreskin down just long enough to let the damp, flushed head peek through. You repeated the motion, and he said, “Not so hard,” sounding choked, and you slowed down accordingly, loosened your fist until you heard him groan and felt him thrust into your palm. “Perfect.”

“This is right?” you whispered. You ghosted a thumb over his lower back, stroked him there in time with your fist. Goosebumps raised over his forearms as he returned his hands to the counter.

“You’re better than I am,” he choked out.

“No one’s better than you are.”

He laughed, and then he sighed. “I walked into that.”

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

His next breath came on a slow exhale: haah, somewhere just above your head. You tried gathering the precome from the head, using it to slick the way, and, when that didn’t work, paused long enough to lick your palm. He tasted like the ocean: clean and bright and salty. Sephiroth grunted at that, thrust eagerly when you returned your wet fist to his dick. Your pulse existed somewhere between your legs now: your heart had dropped down to the belly of this creature of pure need you had become.

It seemed too early to use your mouth, though you desperately wanted to. It was easy to forget that this was still new for him. Perhaps other boys had touched him like this; you didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to ruin such a happy moment for the both of you. Better to spend that energy making it good for him, making him feel good: appreciated, admired, perhaps even loved.

He nosed your forehead. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Very much.” He punctuated “very” with a long slide of his hips. His cock twitched in your palm. “I wanted— “ He cleared his throat. “Wanted to make sure.”

You rested your chin against his shoulder and gripped his ass with your free hand, pushing him tighter against you. He let out a strangled gasp at how you dug your nails in. You flattened your palm and fingers against the underside of his cock, let him rut slowly, languidly, against it. When you brushed your lips against his neck, right where his fluttering pulse beat under his pale skin, he let out that strangled gasp again, sounding vulnerable and boyish, like you had found the very heart of him. You kissed him there, over and over, hot for how he moaned and bucked his hips for you, how he turned to putty in your willing hands. Your tongue, pressed flat against his collarbone and dragged, granted you one noise; your teeth against his shoulder, another. It was the same tender, drunken feeling you had watching— making— him come the night before, the rush of power from having a man twice your size so willingly open for you. You made a fist around his cock again, and he sounded wrecked when you began pumping him again in earnest, watched as his ass tensed and flexed with every thrust he matched you with. This felt softer, more delicate, somehow, than taking him inside you, and for a moment you remembered every lonely night you had had on your own bed, fumbling through your own body like it was an unfamiliar and disobedient machine. You were observing this in him, you realized: the discovery of the dark and secret thing, the clumsy fist and the friction against a barracks bed. Alone, while his friends were busy growing up and falling in love and being wanted.

The thought made your fist tighten ever-so-slightly, but it was enough for him, enough to make his thrusts erratic and unfocused.

“Like this?” you murmured.

“Like—“ Somewhere above you, Sephiroth turned his head, his deep voice breathy and confused. “What do you mean?”

“Do…” You cleared your throat, relaxed your fist. You felt mortified even asking. “Want to come like this, or…um.”

You felt his sigh float over your hair. “Oh. Hmm.” His thrusts slowed briefly, as if he was holding back. “This,” he said finally. His hands curled into fists against the marble. “Like this.” He swallowed. “Please?”

“Okay.” You pressed your nose to his shoulder. Your voice felt heavy and sweet with want, as if you were dripping molasses from your lips. “Yeah.”

He arched his back and shivered: like a big cat stretching before a kill. You resumed kissing and nibbling at his shoulder, listening to him moan in your ear you as you worked him in your fist. There was something impatient driving his hips forward now, but you kept your pace deliberately slow, relishing how he grunted with frustration and pressed his nose to your cheek, breath coming in bursts over your fevered skin.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please, please.”

“Good boy, Seph,” you murmured, just to feel yourself say it, just to see what he’d do, if he liked it. A thrill ran up your spine at voicing it aloud. “So good.”

His entire body curled in on itself all at once, and you felt him groan your name with relief when he finished. Hot come dripped generously through your fingers, spilling into your lap. You watched his release with fascination: how much he had wanted you; how bravely he handed himself over to you.

When his breathing steadied, you slowed your hand, swiping the pad of your thumb across the head just to hear him hiss. He straightened and moved your hand out of the way.

“I’ve…” He winced. “Made a mess on you.” There was genuine concern in his voice as he turned your hand over in both of his. “I’m very sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You felt a tiny, familiar pang of worry, seeing his release on your skin. There were negative memories there, too, an instinctive disgust towards the feeling of semen cooling on your skin, but you didn’t want him to feel guilty for feeling pleasure. If you shamed him, then you were no better than those who came before.

He seemed to notice your staring and leaned across the counter to grab a paper towel. He wet it under the faucet. “Here.” Cradling your wrist in one hand, he wiped off your hand. “I feel terrible. I didn’t know there’d be so much.”

“Hey.” You put your hand atop his. “It’s okay. I liked it. I promise.” And that, too, was true: that familiar disgust cowered in the face of your pride, in the face of the warm affection you felt for him and your arousal still very much settled between your legs. You took the damp towel from him and resumed cleaning your right leg. “You’re starting to, like, sound like me. You know?”

“Don’t say that.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him smile as he reached for more paper towels.

“I just did.” You blotted at your shorts as he set to cleaning himself and tucking himself back into his underwear.

“Mm. You need those washed.” Sephiroth hooked an index finger under your waistband. “Would you like them off?”

“Mm-hmm,” you murmured. “Let me get off your counter.”

“No need,” he purred. The two of you wiggled you out of your shorts, and they joined his discarded shirt on the ground.

You hissed at the marble on your bare ass. “Seriously? I’m never eating your cooking again.”

Sephiroth tutted. “I do clean.”

When he dropped to his knees, you shrank back. “Wait. No.”

“No?” He sat back on his heels and looked up at you, his lips parted. “Are you—?“

“No, I just—“ You pressed your thighs together. Your voice came out as a half-hearted mumble: “I mean. You don’t…have to.”

He cupped your calves and leaned forward to kiss your thighs. “I want to.” He eyed you. “Unless you don’t?”

“I do,” you breathed. “But I just—“

“Then let me.” He inched forward. Letting him eat you out still felt indulgent: fistfuls of cake between your fingers, too full, too much. You looked away, feeling shy, as he leaned in to nose your cunt; it felt like you had become his meal. His voice was a low rumble: “Let me please you.”

“But your knees—“ you gasped as his tongue dipped into you, “—are gonna bruise.”

He barely moved his mouth from your cunt when he replied. “Badges of honor.”

Sephiroth teased you at first: soft flicks of his tongue against your clit, a gentle nuzzle between your folds, his hot breath against you like he was breathing you in. You didn’t have to tell him what you liked again: he seemed to move with muscle memory, clearly listening to your gasps and the cadence of your panting. You felt entirely too warm, too alive, like every cell in your body was attuned towards his next move.

Then, all at once, he latched onto your clit in earnest and sucked hard, those green eyes looking up to you to gauge your response. A bright shock of pleasure followed, and you hid your face behind a trembling hand. You felt, rather than heard, his laugh.

Your voice was high behind your hand as you turned away. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“Mm.” His hand was warm against your inner thigh, his thumb stroking along the delicate skin as he encouraged your legs further apart for his affections. When he looked up at you again, there was a smugness in his eyes, and that only made you feel wetter. His tongue moved in lazy circles against your clit, and you bucked your hips into his mouth. When you closed your eyes, you were stuck on his face mid-orgasm: the gentle downturn of his brow, eyelids heavy with pleasure, lips parted in a delicate o, like he was surprised at how good you felt to him.

Sephiroth sunk a finger into you, then, and he crooked it like he was beckoning to you. It was just shy of where you wanted him, but the effort, the fact that he remembered, was pleasure enough. “Yes,” you hissed, except it came out as a strangled, “Mm,” and then you were coming. The satisfied moan he released when you came on his face made you shiver. The moment stretched, full and open: the kind of orgasm you turned away. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“Want more?” he asked, still crooking the finger in the wrong place, looking so awestruck, so pleased with you, that you wanted to cry.

“Not now,” you whispered. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is.” He pressed his cheek to your inner thigh and drew out his finger. You reached down and laced your fingers with his.

The two of you stayed there in silence for a few moments: you sitting on the counter, him between your knees. He closed his eyes and drew lazy circles on your thigh with his free hand. It was still a strange feeling, being so satisfied with him: you brushed his hair out of his eyes so you could admire his peaceful expression.

“I wanted to shower,” you said.

He opened his eyes to look up at you. His pupils shrank against the fluorescent light. “What’s stopping you?”

“You look so happy,” you whispered, stroking his hair. “I didn’t want to move you.”

He closed his eyes again. “I can move. Did you want company?”

“Yes.” The answer came as one blurted exclamation. You wanted him against you, wanted to feel his wet skin pressed to yours from behind. Maybe you could coax him into a hot bath afterwards.

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As it turned out, you could.

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Savita Manwani: Praise the Lord! I welcome all the members of this platform in the name of Jesus to hear the word of God and be blessed.

Let us pray: Gracious Heavenly Father, we thank you for giving us this great opportunity to learn from your word. I pray that every word falls on the good ground of our hearts. Give us a heart of acceptance and a mind of understanding to receive your word with gladness. Speak to us Lord, I pray in Jesus Name…Amen

TOPIC: MARKS OF THE REMNANT

Isaiah 37:31- And the remnant who have escaped of the house of Judah

shall again take root downward,

and bear fruit upward.

Remnant is a recurring theme all through the Bible running from Genesis to Revelation. It is translated from the Hebrew root word, “Shaar”; meaning, what is left over, survivors or what remains.

Remnant in a spiritual sense means a small group of people who are faithfully “left” in the Church of God when the majority have fallen away or backslidden or side-tracked. Abraham, Enoch, Noah, Joseph, Elijah and the 7000 who did not bow to Baal, Daniel, Ezra, Nehemiah, disciples of Jesus were all remnants in their generation.

We are living in the last days. One of the signs of the last days is that the love of many shall grow cold and there will be large scale spiritual decline (Matthew 24:12).

2 Thessalonians 2:3 shows us that before Christ returns, many will fall away from the truth. But there will be few who will be true to Him during these perilous times. We can find such people in all the denominations, fellowships and churches.

The church at Sardis had a reputation of being alive but Christ said it was dead (Rev 3:1). God was not pleased with this church as He did not find their works to be perfect before Him (Rev 3:2). Yet He had a few (Remnant) even in the church of Sardis who did not soil their garments (Rev 3:4).

If you feel that everyone has fallen away and you are alone, read on. You are part of this small group, ‘Remnant’.

God wants you to stay strong and bold. There may not be much people to support you but God will be your help. Today, let us study about the marks of the remnant.

A Passion of Holiness

The first mark of the remnant is holiness. Holiness is loving what God loves and hating what God hates. This has become a rare commodity. The Church has lost the reverence and fear of God.

The Psalmist cries, Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases!

For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.

They speak idly everyone with his neighbor;

with flattering lips and a double heart they speak (Psalms 12:1-2). Times are so bad. We could count those who are sincere.

Jeremiah laments that the temple which is called by His Name has become a den of thieves (Jeremiah 7:11). Believers today are willing to sacrifice holiness for the sake of promotion, position, pleasing their friends, etc.

Although we find widespread corruption and filthiness within the church of God, God is busy raising a holy remnant among His people. Remember, that we are one among them. Hence we need to lead a holy life. We should not compromise at any cost.

The Bible says that we need to strive against sin even to the extent of shedding blood (Hebrew 12:4). We need to subject ourselves to frequent self-examinations like the Psalmist and pray - Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties; (Psalms 139:23)

Never be satisfied with your present level of holiness by comparing yourselves with others. But long to be like Jesus (Matthew 10:25; Philippians 3:12-15). Even the enemies of Jesus could not find fault with Him. He led an exemplary life style.

Jesus predicted that a majority would choose the broad way which leads to Hell. Only a few will strive to enter through the narrow gate (Matthew 7:13, 14). The remnant is known for their uncompromising stand for holiness.

[9/9, 9:16 PM] 01019 CH W Savita Manwani: Zephaniah 3:13 - The remnant of Israel shall do no unrighteousness and speak no lies, nor shall a deceitful tongue be found in their mouth; for they shall feed their flocks and lie down, and no one shall make them afraid.”

Standing Alone for God

Romans 9:27 - “Though the number of the children of Israel be as the sand of the sea,

the remnant will be saved.”

Out of the multitude of people only a portion will be saved. Out of the big crowd of Israelites who left Egypt, only Joshua and Caleb who followed the Lord wholeheartedly were permitted to inherit the promised land of Canaan (Numbers 14:30). There were several men of God who stood alone for our Lord in godless society.

To stand for God especially among a majority of those who live a compromising lifestyle is practically difficult. We are normally tempted to go along with the crowd rather than to stand for God. Pressure to violate Christian standards may be great. We are commanded not to follow the crowd to do evil (Exodus 23:2).

During the times of Noah, the wickedness of man was great on earth and every intent of the thought of man was only evil continually. The Lord felt sorry for creating man on the earth and it grieved His heart (Genesis 6:5, 6). It is repeated thrice that the earth was corrupt (Genesis 6:11, 12) and repeated twice that it was filled with violence (Genesis 6:11, 13). But Noah stood for God.

Noah would have been much ridiculed and mocked while building the ark. But he kept on doing what God wanted him to do and refused to listen to the world (Hebrews 11:7). Noah was a remnant in his generation. He was just, blameless and walked with God. Noah’s godly life could have influenced his wife, three sons and their families. Only Noah and his family were saved. He not only had a godly family, he also preached righteousness (2 Peter 2:5). When all were living in sin, he was a solitary witness during those evil days.

If we do not maintain a good relationship with God by spending time meditating His word and praying to Him, we cannot stand alone for God as Noah did. Moreover by faith he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness which is according to faith (Hebrews 11:7).

There were several others like Elijah, Daniel and his companions who stood for God disregarding the orders of the king. It may cost us dearly when we stand for God. We may have to even lay down our life. Jesus said to His disciples that if anyone desires to follow Him, he must deny himself and take up the cross.

Mark 8:35 - For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake and the gospel’s will save it.

[9/9, 9:22 PM] 01019 CH W Savita Manwani:

Trusting Him at all Cost

Isaiah 10:20 - And it shall come to pass in that day That the remnant of Israel, And such as have escaped of the house of Jacob, Will never again depend on him who defeated them, But will depend on the Lord, the Holy One of Israel, in truth.

When the nation of Israel was invaded and made desolate by the enemies, only a small group of remnant was left. Devoid of an army or a king, they learnt to trust in the Lord. Even in our lives, we should not put our trust in false things. There are a few areas where we trust normally.

a) Mortal Man: We should not put our trust or confidence in man. It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in princes (Psalms 118:8, 9; Psalms 146:3). Human beings cannot be trusted as they tend to change their mind and break their promises. They are mortal and we cannot have the assurance of help from them.

Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord and whose hope is the Lord” (Jeremiah 17:5-8).

b) Money: we should never put our trust in money. Generally people think that money can solve all problems. This view point is not correct. Though money is needed, it is not everything. Paul exhorts Timothy to encourage rich people not to put their trust in uncertain riches but on the living God (1 Timothy 6:17). Nothing in this world is permanent.

Job was a rich man but a sudden calamity took all his properties and his children away. He said, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb and naked shall I return there” (Job 1:21). Those who have riches need to do good and be rich in good works and ready to give and willing to share (1 Timothy 6:18).

c) Mind: Trust not in your wisdom or intelligence or talents. Solomon the wise said, “Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths. Do not be wise in your own eyes; Fear the LORD and depart from evil.

Trusting God is the marrow of true wisdom. Every day we should lay down our plans and surrender to His plan. His ways are higher than our ways as heavens are. God is the fountain of everything good including wisdom. If we need wisdom, we need to ask Him and He will give liberally (James 1:5). Seek God’s help even for small issues.

d) Munitions: Trust not on your weapons. The Psalmist says, “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God. They collapse and fall, but we rise and stand upright” (Psalms 20:7, 8).

Psalms 147:10, 11 - He does not delight in the strength of the horse; He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man. The Lord takes pleasure in those who fear Him, in those who hope in His mercy.

Zechariah 4:6 – ‘Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,’ says the Lord of hosts.

Goliath was strong and experienced but David was young and inexperienced. David relied in the name of the Lord but Goliath relied on his sword and spear. David’s desire was to show to the world that the battle belonged to God (1 Samuel 17:47). God helped him to prove it.

Opposing false Doctrine

The Church at Thyatira was commended by the Lord for their love, service, faith, patience and for the good works (Rev 2:19). They were also growing in Christian maturity. But Christ’s charge against them was that they were tolerating the false prophet Jezebel. She had not been commissioned by God. Her words did not agree with God’s word. She misled and deceived Christ’s servants. She condoned sexual immorality and eating of food sacrificed to idols (Rev. 2:30) which the Bible condemns.

The Apostles exhorted the Gentile believers in Antioch, Syria and Cicilia to abstain from food sacrificed to idols, from blood, from the meat of strangled animals and from sexual immorality (Acts 15:28, 29). Paul reminded the Corinthian church to flee idolatry (1 Corinthians 10:14).

While narrating the signs of the end times Jesus said, “Take heed that no one deceives you. For many will come in My name, saying, ‘I am the Christ,’ and will deceive many (Matthew 24:4, 5) “. He who endures to the end shall be saved” (Matthew 24:13).

The church needs to be pure in doctrine and practice. While false teaching brought a promise of economic prosperity, it ended up in spiritual bankruptcy for the followers of Jezebel. However, there were other people in Thyatira (Remnant) who did not receive this doctrine and had not known the depths of Satan (Rev. 2:24).

Be careful about the false teachers who are not balanced in their teachings (2 Timothy 2:15-18) who take Scripture verses out of context to please people and exploit them by deceptive words (2 Peter 2:2, 3) and who preach their experiences and revelations which are not in accordance with God’s Word.

Paul warns the Galatian church not to accept a gospel which is strange, even if an angel from heaven preached it (Galatians 1:8). The problem with the present day Christians is that they are superficial in their spiritual life and they accept everything from the preachers and are not like the Bereans who searched the scriptures daily to find out whether these things were so (Acts 17:11).

If they would search like Bereans they will never be tossed by every wind of doctrine (Ephesians 4:14). A spiritual man judges all things (1 Corinthians 2:15). In the area of prophecy, Paul admonishes the Corinthian church to let two or three prophecy and others judge (1 Corinthians 14:29). If it is not in accordance with God’s word, prophesy should not be accepted.

Jesus encourages the remnant in Thyatira to hold fast what they have till the end. (Rev. 2:25, 26).

Bearing Much Fruit

Jeremiah 23:3 - “But I will gather the remnant of My flock out of all countries where I have driven them, and bring them back to their folds; and they shall be fruitful and increase.

The sheep were scattered because they were neglected and were not protected by the shepherds. God has promised the restoration of the remnants. This was fulfilled through the Lord Jesus Christ. “Behold, the days are coming,” says the Lord, “That I will raise to David a Branch of righteousness; a King shall reign and prosper, and execute judgment and righteousness in the earth.” (Jeremiah 23:5). For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant, And as a root out of dry ground. (Isaiah 53:2).

Jesus makes our life fruitful. It has been God’s desire from the beginning that we should be fruitful and multiply (Genesis 1:27, 28). When Noah and his family came out of the ark, God blessed them to be fruitful and to multiply (Genesis 9:1). God promised Abraham that He will make him a great nation and in him all the families of the earth be blessed (Genesis 12:1-3).

God has chosen us to bear fruits and that the fruits may remain (John 15:16). Hence let us be a blessing. In order to bear much fruit we need to have a close abiding relationship with Him (John 15:4). We need to grow in our spiritual life. The Lord purifies and removes all unwanted things to bear fruit.

Fruit bearing consists of two things:

i) Fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22, 23; Ephesians 5:9)

ii) Winning souls for Christ and being a witness for Him (Acts 1:8, Psalms 126:5, 6).

If we abide in Him, we ought to walk just as He walked (1 John 2:6). People should be able to see Christ in our life and we should be living epistles (2 Corinthians 3:2, 3). To win souls for Christ, one has to go to the places where people are. Jesus said “Follow Me I will make you fishers of men” (Matthew 4:19).

As remnants these are two main areas we need to focus on. We need to grow in the likeness of Jesus Christ and we need to preach Him. We need to involve ourselves in any kind of ministry. Let us bear much fruit.

6. Joyful in Sufferings

The Remnants who were left from the captivity in the province were in great distress and reproach. The wall of Jerusalem was broken and the gates burned with fire (Nehemiah 1:3). This was the case during Nehemiah’s time. Even today the scene is not much different.

True Christians (remnant) are subject to various sufferings like denial of their rights, imprisonment, hatred from their own families, persecutions, tribulation from all sides, etc. Jesus while sending the disciples to preach the kingdom of God foretold that they will be delivered to the councils and will be scourged. They shall be brought governors and kings for His name (Matthew 10:17, 18).

Matthew 10: 21, 22 - “Now brother will deliver up brother to death, and a father his child; and children will rise up against parents and cause them to be put to death. And you will be hated by all for My name’s sake. But he who endures to the end will be saved.

All things foretold by Jesus are happening all over the world now. All the Apostles except John died as a martyr. Although he died of a natural cause, he suffered for Christ’s sake on the island of Patmos (Rev 1:9).

Sufferings were the marks of the early Christians. The Apostles strengthened the disciples exhorting them to continue in faith. The Apostles never prayed for persecution to stop but for boldness (Acts 4:29-31). If we suffer with Him we will also reign with Him.

If we are faithful till death, God will crown us with the crown of life (Rev 2:10).

Allow me to end here. God bless you.

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HOMILY for Sat in Week 5 of Lent

Ezekiel 37:21-28; Jer 31:10-13; John 11:45-56

Next week is the week of reconciliation and peace. For as St Paul says, “in Christ all the fulness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things… making peace by the blood of his cross.” (Col 1:19-20) We stand now, then, at the threshold of atonement, of becoming at one with God and with one another through the grace and charity of Christ. For as St John says, Christ would die on the Cross “to gather together in unity the scattered children of God.”

How? For we have all been scattered, divided, rent asunder by sin. Sin destroys the integrity of Man, so that he is at war with himself, his emotions and passions having become disorderly and uncontrolled by reason. As St Paul testifies: “I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate”. (Rom 7:15) Hence “I see in my members another law at war with the law of my mind and making me captive to the law of sin which dwells in my members.” (Rom 7:23)

Such a man, then, is also separated by sin from the graced union with God that had been part of God’s plan for Mankind from the beginning. But Adam and all we his descendants rejected that union, and so we found ourselves born into a state of estrangement from God. As the prophet Ezekiel says in the first reading, duped by sin, Man has fallen into “betrayals” and “filthy practices” and idolatry, notably by trying to secure happiness and completeness without God, separating oneself from God’s sovereignty, and not acknowledging our creaturely absolute need of God. Thus St Paul laments: “They exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator.”

And sin also divides us from our fellow men and women, leading us from the fraternal peace and harmony we desire into the strife that, as Genesis observes, comes first from sibling rivalry but develops into the rivalry of nations and communities, the senseless quest for dominance at all costs which still shatters lands and scatters peoples at this very moment in history.

But next week we focus again on God’s peace plan, on the way out of the sin and strife and selfishness that divides and conquers us. We stand on the cusp of that week when, as the Lord God declares through the prophet Ezekiel: “I shall rescue them from all the betrayals they have been guilty of; I shall cleanse them; they shall be my people and I will be their God.” (Eze 37:23). God himself, raised up in the flesh on the Cross, shedding his blood to atone for all our sins, shall draw all to himself. He shall gathered together in unity all we who have been scattered by sin; he shall gather us into the communion of God’s forgiveness, God’s mercy, God’s undying love. Thus St Paul says: “in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near in the blood of Christ. For he is our peace, who has made us both one, and has broken down the dividing wall of hostility… reconcil[ing] us both to God in one body through the cross, thereby bringing the hostility to an end.” (Eph 2:14, 16)

Where are we united, reconciled, at peace with God and ourselves in one body? Where are we united under the Cross of Christ? Here within Christ’s Body, the Church, and especially here in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, gathered together as one community, one parish, one holy people at the foot of the Cross, receiving the One Bread and the One Chalice that unites us in one holy communion in Christ.

It is necessary, therefore, that if are separated from God and one another by sin, if we are guilty of those betrayals and idolatries that divide us from God and the communion of the Church that we should go quickly to the Sacrament of Reconciliation. So, next week, be sure to go to Confession, and experience the reconciliation and peace that Christ has won for us. For we call this coming week Holy Week because in this week we recount the means by which Christ secures our holiness: he reconciles us to God, making peace by the blood of his Cross, and he pours out his grace upon his Church, upon us.

Hence the Lord promises: “I shall cleanse them; they shall be my people and I will be their God.” How beautiful is the Church’s sacramental work of grace in our souls, cleansing us of sin, and uniting us to God in a loving act of mutual belonging. Christ has given his life for us on the Cross for this: to gather us back to God through grace, through the Sacraments of the Church, and indeed, through our membership in the Church herself, which is his Mystical Body, “a holy nation, God's own people”. (cf 1 Pt 2:9) So Ezekiel prophesied: “I [God] shall make them into one nation… and one king is to be king of them all”. Our king rules the nations from a Tree, for from the Cross we shall be reconciled to God, with our fellow Man, and in ourselves. So, by dying “for the people” as Caiaphas says, our Crucified King and God indeed saves us all from destruction. Thus we hasten towards the festival, the week of salvation!

#Holy Week #reconciliation #peace #Christ #Passion #king #Confession #Ecclesiology #unity

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-JC-130H with the 6593rd Test Squadron. | Photo: Keith C. Svendsen

FLIGHTLINE: 140 - MIDAIR RETRIEVAL

Refined during the 1950's, mid-air retrieval involved capturing an object descending under a parachute, using an aircraft fitted with special gear.

The first recorded use of this technique was during the development phase of the Ryan Firebee drone, when modified C-119 Flying Boxcars were used to snag the smaller aircraft. On operational missions, Sikorsky SH-3 Sea Kings were modified to capture the drones, and still carry on the task today.

-A SH-3G Sea King helicopter (BuNo 148050) from Fleet Composite Squadron 5 (VC-5) carrying a Ryan BQM-34S Firebee drone, in 1981. | Photo: PHC Lawrence B. Foster, USN

♫CATCH A FALLING STAR AND PUT IT IN YOUR POCKET...♫

Later, C-119s were also used to recover film capsules from CORONA reconnaissance satellites, supplemented and then later replaced by JC-130B and JC-130H Hercules transports. The crews for these missions consisted of two pilots, one flight engineer, two telemetry operators, one winch operator, and four riggers. The telemetry operators would acquire the location of the satellite and relay the info to the pilots. Once visually acquired, the pilots would head on course to the satellite as it was descending towards the Pacific Ocean, with the first intercept attempt usually at an altitude of approximately 50,000 ft. The winch operator and the riggers would deploy the retrieving apparatus, called the “Loop”, which consisted of a high quality nylon rope into which a series of brass hooks had been spliced. Once the parachute was snagged by the “loop”, the winch line would pay out and stop, at which point the winch would reverse and capsule was retrieved.

-A somewhat simplified return and recovery sequence for a CORONA film capsule. | Illustration: CIA Directorate of Science and Technology

-The first recovery of an object from space occurred in 1960 when the capsule from Discoverer XIV (in reality CORONA 9009) was retrieved by a C-119J. | Photo: USAF

-The film capsule from a later KEYHOLE satellite, moments before the loop on a JC-130 captures the parachute. | Photo: National Reconnaissance Office

MORE COMPLICATED THAN GETTING YOUR VACATION PHOTOS DEVELOPED.

C-119s and C-130s were also used to retrieve film from various CIA and USAF balloon programs such as MOBY DICK, MOGUL and GENETRIX. Specially equipped Sikorski CH-37 Mojave helicopters were similarly used to recover ICBM reentry vehicles during sub-orbital tests at the White Sands Missile Range. Mid-air retrieval was also used, with less success, in the CIA’s M/D-21 program, under which a high speed drone was launched from a modified A-12 (and later on, a B-52D) to overfly and photograph areas deemed off limits to even the A-12 and SR-71. The D-21 would then fly back to a designated area, where the drone would eject its film hatch, which would be captured by a JC-130 and returned for processing; the D-21 drone would then self destruct. The program was beset by technical issues however, and none of the four operational missions carried out ended successfully.

-A B-52 carrying two D-21Bs. Photo taken from a KC-135 during a refueling op. | Photo: USAF

"WHAT EXACTLY IS GENESIS"?

-Artists rendering of the Genesis, shown in collection mode. | Illustration: NASA/JPL

In a recent example, mid-air retrieval was to be used on the Genesis sample return probe. Launched on 8 August 2001, the Genesis probe was directed into orbit at the L₁ Lagrange point while wafers made from various materials would collect particles from solar wind at different times (periods of fast wind and slow wind), as well as from a coronal mass-ejection (CME) and a baseline collection. These wafers would then be launched back to earth in a capsule, which would parachute down and be recovered by a helicopter. Due to a sensor malfunction however, the parachutes did not deploy, and the capsule impacted the ground, breaking open the samples.

-A practice run of the failed Genesis retrieval mission, in which a helicopter was planned to intercept the sample capsule to avoid a hard landing. | NASA/JPL-Caltech

-The Genesis sample return capsule's impact crater at the Utah. Test and Training Range | Photo: USAF

Despite the damage and contamination, samples of the dirt taken from the impact site allowed scientists to sift through the remains and weed out terrestrial dust from the solar wind particles. As it happened, dirt infiltration proved to be less severe than contamination from Genesis’ own lubricants and other materials, and JPL was able, with a bit of work, to achieve most of their goals despite the mishap.

REDUCE. RE-USE. RECYCLE

Currently, United Launch Alliance intends to eventually use helicopters to retrieve the engines from their Vulcan Centaur heavy-lift launch vehicle, while US/NZ startup Rocket Lab is planning on reusing the first stage of their Electron small-lift rocket after retrieval by a helicopter.

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Manga/Manhwa/Manhua/ Anime that i have to read and/or continue reading at a later date as well as those i have seen/read

1. BNHA Vigilantes (started it last year but gave up on it due to being too fixated on the main series)

2. Jujutsu Kaisen

3. Chainsaw Man (read up to ch33 today,up to ch41 now,up to ch72 today,finished it at ch98 rn at 4am 6/9/2021, it is very good, also a wild trip tbh) (completed)

4. Dorohedoro

5. Hunter’s Guild Red Hood (read up to ch10, very good so far)

6. Tomb Raider King(started it at a point but dropped it. Can confirm that it is very good but sometimes it gets repetitive)

7. Solo Leveling(started it but dropped it at some point. Extremely good, top tier art, highly recommended)

8. Second Life Ranker(started it but dropped it at some point. Very good, i recommend it)

9. Overgeared(started it but dropped it early on. Overall quite good and has the same art studio with Solo Leveling)

10. Cowboy Bebop

11. One Piece

12. Golden Kamui

13. Black Lagoon

14. Monster

15. Fire Force

16. Land of the Lustrous

17. The Promised Neverland

18. Made in Abyss

19. Oumagadoki zoo (finshed it today, 11/9, quite good, i do recommend it) (completed)

20. Fullmetal Alchemist(like i know it is very good and what it entails in general but i haven’t had the time to read it)

21. Tenko( horikoshi’s first work, read it yesterday, is an oneshot, very good in general) (completed)

22. Fire Punch

23. One Punch Man(only watched the first season of the anime, very good)

24. Black Clover

25. Dr Stone

26. Vinland Saga (binge read it in two days, from 1/9 to 12/9 up to ch 185 where it is on hiatus, very good, i totally recommend it)

27. Goblin Slayer

28. Mob Psycho 100

29. Sensei no Bulge( horikoshi’s other work, will read it at a later date) (read it just an hour ago, quite good, finished at 9/9) (completed)

30. Beastars (read up to some point but stopped it)

31. Yogen no Nayuta (one shot, read it at 7/9 today, made by the guy who made csm and fire punch, quite good)(completed)

32. Until the tall kouhai and the short senpai relationship develops into romance(up to 18ch)

33. Planetes( from the same writer of vinland saga)

34. Berserk (will go to reread it as well as the other manga related with it )

35. Choujin X (read up to ch9 at 6/10, quite good)

36. Haite kudasai takamine san

37. Raqiya (from the dr stone author, finished it, very good)

38. Dai Dark (from the same author of dorohedoro) (read it all at 6/10 and 7/10, very good i truly recommend it) (completed)

39. 8kaijuu

40. Jormungand

41. Owari no seraph

42. Aire (read up to ch43 at 7/10, very good so far)

43. The Only Necromancer (read up to ch9 at 8/10, decent so far)

44. Rage of Bahamut: Genesis(saw the anime, quite good) (completed)

45. Rage of Bahamut: Virgin Soul (sequel of the above)(saw the anime(quite good) (completed)

46. Fukushuu o Koinegau Saikyou Yuusha wa, Yami no Chikara de Senmetsu Musou Suru/The Hero Who Seeks Revenge Shall Exterminate With Darkness (

47. Tsuki ga Michibiku Isekai Douchuu/ Moon-led Journey Across Another World

48. Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha/ The Unwanted Immortal Adventurer

49. Maou ni Natta node, Dungeon Tsukutte Jingai Musume to Honobono suru/ I Became the Demon Lord so I Created a Dungeon and Spend Heartwarming Time There with Non-Human Girls

50. That Girl Is Cute... But Dangerous?

51. Spice and Wolf (watched the anime, i truly recommend it) (completed)

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#greyjack.txt #just making a list to read later #bc right now bnha has me fully hyperfixated #may and will update when i have something more to add or delete #pls dont rb #my post

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Welcome to Part 4 of The Sumerian Epic! In this episode, our exploration of our history becomes even more unique and interesting, shifting from the stories of the creation of the Solar System, to the legends of the Ancient Gods as planets, to actual beings. The legends tell of beings called the Anunnaki (also called Anunna), who supposedly engaged in a number of adventures long ago, and among their many deeds, also created humanity in the process.

There are so many questions that arise when faced with claims such as this, and today we are beginning the exploration of our origin story by going over the essential concepts that have been laid out before us. These ideas have been discussed by a number of scholars over the last several decades, and as we’ve previously explored, a lot of these interpretations of the Sumerian Tablets were initially laid out by Zechariah Sitchin.

Sitchin believed that the planet Nibiru was inhabited with life, due to a strong atmosphere and a lot of internal heat from the planet's core, they were able to survive in the far reaches of space for a long period of time while their planet traveled far outside of our solar system. However, eventually their planet began having a problem, they were losing heat through a weakening of their atmosphere, and they needed a solution. Eventually, the idea was put forth to put gold particles in their atmosphere, creating a heat shield that could allow them to continue to live out in deep space.

Unfortunately, their planet didn’t actually have any gold on it, and so they looked for another solution until they found it on a planet they called Ki, the planet we know today as the Earth. The Anunnaki are believed to have come here roughly 450,000 years ago, where they began mining the Earth for its gold and shuttling it back to their planet. They mined for a very long time, but eventually, the workers grew tired of their task and rebelled against their bosses.

The outcome was a solution that would change the fate of life on Earth forever… The creation of a slave race to mine the gold for them. How will things turn out? Enjoy this brand new episode of The Sumerian Epic, and keep an eye out for part 5 in 2 weeks!

Sources:

(2:42) Sitchin, Zechariah (1976). The 12th Planet, Harpercollins

(2:49) Gaia (2017), “Ancient Civilizations S01E01”. Retrieved from https://www.gaia.com/series/ancient-civilizations?season=1

(2:55) Verderame, Lorenzo (2016), Pleiades in Ancient Mesopotamia, Journal of Mediterranean Archaeology and Archaeometry, Vol. 16, retrieved from http://maajournal.com/Issues/2016/Vol16-4/Full15.pdf

(3:23) “Enlil”, Encyclopedia Britannica. Retrieved from https://www.britannica.com/topic/Enlil

(4:25) Wikipedia, “Enki”. Retrieved from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enki

(4:37) Mark, Joshua. (2017). Ancient History Encyclopedia, “Enlil”. Retrieved from https://www.ancient.eu/sumer/

(5:49) “Nephilim”, Online Etymology Dictionary. Retrieved from https://www.etymonline.com/word/nephilim

(5:53) Wikipedia. “Nephilim”, retrieved from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephilim

(6:05) Sitchin, Zechariah (1976). The 12th Planet, Harpercollins. Ch.5 “Nephilim, People of the Fiery Rockets”.

(6:40) Wikipedia. “Anunnaki”, retrieved from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anunnaki See also – https://www.annunaki.org/the-annunaki-in-the-bible/

(7:16) Genesis 6:4, New International Version.

(7:51) Chaffey, Tim. (2015), Creation today, “Giant Speculations: The Bible and Greek Mythology”. Retrieved from https://creationtoday.org/giant-speculations-the-bible-and-greek-mythology/

(7:56) Wikipedia, “Hercules”. Retrieved from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hercules

(8:57) Sitchin, Zechariah (1976). The 12th Planet, Bear & Company. See also: The Wars of Gods and Men (1985), Genesis Revisited (1990), Divine Encounters (1995)

(9:27) Gardner, Laurence (1999), Genesis of the Grail Kings. Bantam Press, New York Also see Halexandria, (2009), http://www.halexandria.org/dward185.htm

(9:44) Gaia (2017), “Ancient Civilizations S01E01”, citing Anton Parks sharing his discoveries and translations of the tablets. Retrieved from https://www.gaia.com/series/ancient-civilizations?season=1

(10:06) “The Sumerian Tablets”, retrieved Google Image Search, “Anunnaki Statues and Carvings”. You will find a number of ancient Sumero-Babylonian depictions of the “gods”, featuring reptile, bird, and human depictions.

(10:59) Annunaki.org, “Who are the Reptilians?”, retrieved from http://www.annunaki.org/who-are-the-reptilians/

(11:15) Johnston, Bradley. “A Categorical List of Celebrities who are Definitely Probably Lizard People”, Punkee. Retrieved from https://punkee.com.au/celebrity-reptilian-lizard-people/52752

(11:40) Mark, Joshua (2017), “Anu”, Ancient History Encyclopedia. Retrieved from https://www.ancient.eu/Anu/ See also: Annunaki.org, “Anu”, retrieved from https://www.annunaki.org/who-is-anu-an/ And “Enki & Enlil”, retrieved from https://www.annunaki.org/enki-enlil/

(12:36) Sitchin, Zechariah (1976). The 12th Planet, Harpercollins. Ch.8, p.250

(12:59) “ANUNNAKI – Mensageiros do Vento (Messengers of the Wind). Retrieved from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBkdLzya3B4 (subtitles in multiple languages available through YouTube’s closed captioning service)

(14:26) King, Anthony (2016), Chemistryworld, “Atmospheric limestone dust injection could halt global warming”. Retrieved from https://www.chemistryworld.com/news/atmospheric-limestone-dust-injection-could-halt-global-warming/2500141.article

(15:26) Sitchin, Zechariah (2002). The Lost Book of Enki, Bear & Company. (End of “The Fourth Tablet”)

(15:46) NASA, “Unmasking the Face on Mars”. Retrieved from https://science.nasa.gov/science-news/science-at-nasa/2001/ast24may_1

(16:42) Dean, Robert (2009), Exopolitics Summit Presentation, presented by Project Camelot. Retrieved from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ngvIP0Za9M

(18:04) O’Leary, Brian (2009), Interview with Project Camelot. Retrieved from: http://projectcamelot.org/brian_o_leary.html

(19:36) (The Following 3 Links) Walia, Arjun (2017), “EX-Nasa Scientists Share Concealed Information About The Face & Pyramid Found On Mars.” Collective Evolution. Retrieved from https://www.collective-evolution.com/2017/07/26/ex-nasa-scientists-share-concealed-information-about-the-face-pyramid-found-on-mars/ Walia, Arjun (2016), “NASA Scientist Finds Strong Evidence for an ET Race Existing on Mars Half A Billion Years Ago.” Collective Evolution. Retrieved from https://www.collective-evolution.com/2016/12/17/nasa-scientist-finds-strong-evidence-for-an-et-race-existing-on-mars-225-billion-years-ago/ Walia, Arjun (2018), “Researchers Discover An Eyeball & Teeth Inside The Face on Mars.” Collective Evolution. Retrieved from https://www.collective-evolution.com/2018/12/19/researchers-discover-an-eyeball-teeth-inside-the-face-on-mars/

(20:30) Mark, Joshua. (2018). Ancient History Encyclopedia, “Enuma Elish – The Babylonian Epic of Creation – Full Text”, retrieved from https://www.ancient.eu/article/225/enuma-elish—the-babylonian-epic-of-creation—fu/

(20:42) Sitchin, Zechariah (1976). The 12th Planet, Harpercollins. Ch.9 “Landing on Planet Earth”. See also: Black, John (2019) “The origins of human beings according to ancient Sumerian texts”. Ancient Origins, retrieved from https://www.ancient-origins.net/news-human-origins-folklore/origins-human-beings-according-ancient-sumerian-texts-0065

(24:38) The Conversation (2018), ”Rethinking Homo sapiens? The story of our origins gets dizzyingly complicated”. Retrieved from https://theconversation.com/rethinking-homo-sapiens-the-story-of-our-origins-gets-dizzyingly-complicated-99760

(24:53) Melchizidek, Drunvalo (1998), The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life, Volume 1. Light Technology Publications, 119.

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(&wanted connections)

*this will be updated often, as I try to always have at least 2 open connections for each of my characters.

**three asterisks beside a connection means i’m open to having multiple people filling it

Current Disponible Connections: 156

Spreadsheet of currently taken connections

ALESSANDRA “SANDY” CARAVALHO

23, actress, panromantic asexual, Camila Mendes fc.

costars: could be from the past, present or future, and how they get along can be discussed ***

ex: preferably not on good terms, but can be discussed

people trying to sleep with her, but she doesn’t want to ***

ALYSSA MULLINS

24, stripper, pansexual, Carlson Young fc.

childhood acquaintance: maybe someone that lived in the same town, or they met through her dad being mayor of the town

coworkers ***

flirts ***

potentially serious relationship: I’m open to having this happen at one point

AMBER JACKSON

27, vigilante barista, pansexual, Emily Borwning fc.

coworkers ***

vigilante friend: her friends don’t know about this side of her, but I’d love if there was someone who knew, kind of a partner?

ANDREI PETRAN

31, cop, heteroflexible, Sebastian Stan fc.

coworkers ***

drinking buddy(ies) ***

know through work ***

someone trying to help him kick his alcoholism

wife or ex-wife

ANGELICA CAIN

30, criminal company owner, bisexual, Crystal Reed fc.

allies: people she helps, or helping her ***

enemies ***

relationship: not saying anything precise, but i’m imagining she’s seeing someone, but she’s scared if she gets too close, they might get hurt, that kind of deal

subordinates: she is the leader of a crime ring, so I suppose she has a few people she bosses around ***

ANNA TAYLOR

32, high school teacher, bisexual, Emilia Clarke fc.

childhood/school friends: she grew up in Kola, but then moved to NYC, so any friends she met while still in Kola ***

coworkers ***

NYC friends/acquaintances: people she met while in NYC ***

ANTHONY POWELL

44, criminal, heteroflexible, Skeet Ulrich fc.

neighbor: he lives in a small house, but I just think it’d be interesting if he had a prying neighbor, that might get too close to his business?

people in the Russian mafia with him ***

BEATRIZ OLIVEIRA

36, tattoo artist, bisexual, Morena Baccarin fc.

customers ***

gang members: she’s not part of the gang, exactly, but she does pretty much all of their tattoos now ***

BEVERLY JORDAN

24, cashier, pansexual, Vanessa Morgan fc.

boss

coworkes: she’s a cashier in a clothing shop ***

regulars: people who come to the shop often ***

BIANCA RUTHERFORD

25, hacker, homosexual, Caitlin Stasey fc.

customers: she really does any kind of hacking job, so whatever you need, she might be your girl ***

non-serious flirts: probably just girls she flirts with for fun ***

serious flirt: she doesn’t like commitment but maybe there’s one girl she could be serious with?

targets: she loves to seduce men and later on destroy their reputation, so bring me all the men you want destroyed ***

BRADLEY HINES

30, assassin/spy to hire elementary school teacher, bisexual, Zane Holtz fc.

covers: I’m thinking people he pays to make his cover as an elementary school believable ***

employer: the one that hired him for that job

CAROLINA TANNER

23, literature/cinematography double major, pansexual, Freya Mavor fc.

classmates ***

crush ***

friends of her deceased twin ***

party buddies ***

semi serious crush: she’s still a fightened virgin, but she feels it might be seirous enough with that person for her to give it up? but she’s very scared

CATHERINE WOLFE

30, event planner, bisexual, Leighton Meester fc.

best friend

customers ***

ex see wc on the main

younger sister see wc on the main

CECELIA ROSE

26, writer, pansexual, Shailene Woodley fc.

crush/flirt

ex mentor see wc on the main

fans ***

high school friends ***

writer buddies ***

CHARLES MYERS

29, police officer, bisexual, Matthew Daddario fc.

ex: maybe from high school, or college, or whatever

geek buddies: he doesn’t show it often anymore but bring me a bunch of geek friends and they just talk movies and series and comics together ***

CLARITA “CLARA” ESTEVEZ

34, criminal investigator, bisexual, Melissa Fumero fc.

best friend: maybe recent? maybe since they were kids?

coworker/flirt/crush: like... Peraltiago kind of thing

roommate: she’s very clean and organized, I just want someone that... isn’t

CLINT FRAZIER

37, zoologist, bisexual, Chris Pratt fc.

coworkers: anyone who might work at the zoo with him, or other zoologists ***

friends: most likely ex friends since he’s dissociated himself from most human relationships ***

siblings *** see wc on the main

CORA STEVENSON

27, unemployed, pansexual, Summer Bishil fc.

best frienemy: bring the Nicole Richie to her Paris Hilton

ex ***

flirt ***

frenemy ***

party buddy(ies) ***

CORDELIA PARKINSON

26, hairdresser, bisexual, Sarah Hyland fc.

co workers ***

crush

customers ***

step brother see wc on the main

DARLENE HART

26, nurse, heterosexual, Aimee Teegarden fc.

brother see wc on the main

coworkers ***

ex see wc on the main

friend: someone she would’ve met after arriving in Kola and it’s probably her closet friend here

DARREN BATES

23, model, homosexual, Ryan McCartan fc.

friends: he’s very sociable despite being sometimes “boring”, I imagine he has a bunch of friends ***

model buddies ***

on/off boyfriend see wc on the main

EBONY NASSRY

23, camgirl, pansexual, Jade Thirlwall fc.

flirt

rival: bring me another camgirl/boy? and they’re fighting for the number one spot

roommate

watchers ***

EDWARD “EDDIE” HALE

23, confectionery co-owner, bisexual, Luke Benward fc.

tba

ELENA RICHMOND

21, unemployed, pansexual, Alycia Debnam-Carey fc.

close friend

past foster siblings: she was in and out of families because she was a brat, so I imagine she had a good amount of foster siblings ***

someone she could possibly develop feelings for

someone training her so she could prove herself and join the mafia like her brother

EMELY LINDNER

31, model, pansexual, Alexandra Daddario fc.

close friend

crush

dance buddy: someone she would occasionally do ballet with

half sister see wc on the main

model friends ***

EMMA VELAZQUEZ

26, sports shop owner, bisexual, Lindsey Morgan fc.

ex teammates: she played at a high level in soccer, so people she played with or against ***

flirt: she rarely opens up, but someone that tries to get to her heart please and thanks

regulars at her shop ***

ETHAN DUNN

25, underground boxer unemployed, bisexual, Gregg Sulkin fc.

bar fights: I just imagine he gets into bar fights often ***

drinking buddies ***

EVAN RENDALL

32, motel owner, bisexual, Harry Lloyd fc.

customers ***

ex: I dunno, I just... I kinda want that? Probably happened and ended before his father’s murder so now he’s much different

high school classmates: he never really had friends, but acquaintances for sure ***

people who do their “business” at his motel ***

possible victims ***

FELICIA PORTER

26, journalist, pansexual, Elizabeth Olsen fc.

best friend

coworkers ***

FINLAY AINSWORTH

28, waiter, pansexual, Jack Falahee fc.

coworkers ***

ex: probably someone he was with just before going to rehab

regular customer(s) ***

FLORENCE KNEEN

22, film director, bisexual, Madelaine Petsch fc.

anyone in the film industry that could’ve worked with her: producers, editors, actors, music, etc. ***

bad influence

crush ***

flirtationship: not quite a friendship, not quite a crush?

friend ***

movie buddies ***

GAIL ERICKSON

35, artist, bisexual, Katie McGrath fc.

clients: either for her legal or illegal work ***

employees: probably people she hires to help at her gallery ***

flings ***

flirt: could be serious or not, but she’s been single for a long time

GENESIS FERRER

37, company owner, bisexual, Zoe Saldana fc.

business partners: people who employ her ocmpany to protect their business, house, whatever ***

employees: security guards working for her firm ***

flirt

GENEVIEVE “G” BAKER

25, receptionist, pansexual, Kaya Scodelario fc.

coworkers: I’m thinking she works as a receptionist for a company, so anyone who works there? ***

crush/flirt: something that could be serious? also someone that’s very kind and caring, unlike her ex

roommate: she arrived not long ago and really needed a place to stay, and your muse had an open room or something

GREYSON KALUA

37, landscape architect, bisexual, Jason Momoa fc.

customers ***

friends: from school, through work, any way they could’Ve met, bring them all ***

JANET MONTROSE

38, secretary/thief, pansexual, Evangeline Lilly fc.

high school friends: could be interesting since she doesn’t go by her real name anymore ***

past teammates: so before going solo, she had a small group and they worked together to scam people, so those teammates ***

previous victims: people she scammed and stole from, ya know? ***

target: the one she’ll try to scam next

JANICE WINTHROPE

27, lawyer, pansexual, Brie Larson fc.

crush: she doesn’t believe in love so I want this to build slowly

employees: she’s opening a new branch for her parents’ law firm ***

ex see wc on the main

JASMINE WRIGHT

31, philanthropist, heterosexual, Blake Lively fc.

best friend: mayb a friend she met while she was still a model, or maybe not, I don’t mind

fans: I imagine there was a bunch of people fans of her work as a model, and her few roles ***

husband see wc on the main

JEFFREY BOWEN

28, unemployed, pansexual, Finn Wittrock fc.

cousin: someone who was next in line to get the company, and so took the lead position while he was gone/still acts as leader for now

employees: he hasn’t announced publicly he is back in the company, but he does still work in the shadows until it’s announced. So either people who know he’s back because they hold higher position in the company, or people who don’t know and think he just quit or got fired. ***

JESSICA LAYTON

33, socialite, bisexual, Olivia Wilde fc.

best friend: I want it to be someone she met prior to marrying rich, so when she was still poor and struggling

husband see wc on the main

socialite friends ***

JIAN CHANG

24, businessman, bisexual, Charles Melton fc.

tba

KAVIA DESAI

23, singer, homosexual, Naomi Scott fc.

tba

KIERAN DOYLE

33, forensic pathologist/irish mafia, demiromantic bisexual, Aidan Turner fc.

tba

LAURENCE JUNEAU

35, fashion designer, bisexual, Bryce Dallas Howard fc.

celebrities she might’ve been asked to design something for ***

crush: someone who flirts a lot and isn’t one for commitment, but she’s just under their charm

ex: I’m thinking maybe there could be some lingering feelings from her side still

regulars: people who often buy from her brand ***

LEA COLE

23, on-set assistant, pansexual, Billie Lourd fc.

coworkers: anyone who might work on set of movies, shows, shootings ***

crush see wc on the main

friends: she’s not really good at expressing her feelings, but definitely people she’s connected with enough to call them friends ***

LENA DAVIES

36, floor manager, bisexual, Olivia Munn fc.

employees: people working at her restaurant ***

regulars: people who often come to the restaurant ***

LEO BURGESS

32, bar/club owner, heterosexual, Chris Pine fc.

tba

LIONEL RUBIO

38, CEO, bisexual, Oscar Isaac fc.

building relationship see wc on the main

employees: maybe in his company, or at his house(like housekeepers, butlers, all that) ***

rival: I haven’t specified what kind of company, but a rival company, ya know? I’m really down for mostly any kind of company so yeah

MITCHELL WOODS

23, cook, bisexual, Josh Hutcherson fc.

friends ***

NADIA BARTON

27, history professor/adventurer, bisexual, Alicia Vikander fc.

tba

NATALIE CALLOWAY

33, detective, heteroflexible, Jenna Louise Coleman fc.

ally(ies): I’m thinking people who are working with her husband, and that she secretly works with to protect him. ***

coworkers ***

NATASHA GRIMES

21, languages student, bisexual, Danielle Campbell fc.

best friend she tells everything to

classmates ***

someone who has a crush on her: the Sid Jenkins to her Michelle Richardson

the Tony Stonem to her Michelle Richardson

NOAH SALVADOR

30, unemployed, bisexual, Bob Morley fc.

tba

PHOEBE NEWTON

22, med student, bisexual, Abigail Breslin fc.

tba

PRESTON WAGNER

21, kinesiology student, bisexual, Cody Christian fc.

close friend: only person he talks to about how he feels

friend of his ex: maybe her best friend or something, and when he sees that person, he thinks of her

teammates: other lacrosse players on the college team ***

RAPHAELLE DELONG

23, personal assistant, bisexual, Zoey Deutch fc.

tba

RICHARD WADE

36, plastic surgeon, pansexual, Ryan Reynolds fc.

tba

ROBERT JEFFERSON

36, politician, bisexual, Tom Hiddleston fc.

tba

SAMUEL PETERS

24, theater director, homosexual, Casey Cott fc.

anyone in the theater industry that could’ve worked with him: actors, playwright, tecnicians, etc. ***

crush

ex: this would’ve been his first and only boyfriend, so fairly recent

maybe a girl he dated in high school to make it look like he was straight? can be plotted more

SERAPHINA BRISBANE

22, journalism major/criminology minor, heterosexual, Willa Fitzgerald fc.

tba

STYLES MCKINLEY

28, oncology resident, bisexual, Beau Mirchoff fc.

tba

TAMI SULLIVAN

20, student, bisexual, Shannon Purser fc.

tba

TAYLOR LOWNDES

24, cook, demiromantic pansexual, Tom Maden fc.

coworkers: he’s a cook in a restaurant, so anyone who can fit that bill ***

girlfriend/boyfriend: probably faked on his part, why can be plotted with you

TERRENCE HALE

29, confectionery co-owner, bisexual, Glen Powell fc.

tba

THEODORE KENYON

29, bouncer, bisexual, Aaron Taylor-Johnson fc.

tba

TIERRA CHADWIN

30, pharmacist, bisexual, Rose Leslie fc.

tba

TIMOTHY WATTS

25, mechanics, bisexual, Landon Liboiron fc.

acquaintances: people he might have met through his ex friends, so not so recommended people ***

close friend: quite possibly the only one who knows he’s not like his old friend and believes in him

regulars ***

TRACEY “TRACE” MACK

22, security guard, homosexual, Bex Taylor-Klaus fc.

tba

TYLER OAKS

27, hitman, bisexual, Nicholas Hoult fc.

tba

VALDA BLAKE

24, barmaid, bisexual, Chloe Bridges fc.

best friend: I can see her having ONE best friend she tells everything, how she feels and all

flirts: she flirts a lot, and whether it goes further or not can be discussed ***

rival(s): people who were in pageants, maybe models she resents because she should be one, anything ***

WILLA ZHAO

34, FBI, bisexual, Kristin Kreuk fc.

tba

#wanted connections #too lazy to put some now but it will come

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The Beast, The False Jesus, & The Rapture, Part 7A - When? 4/28/21 On the third day in Genesis chapter one, Yehovah did not do anything…, because that day has not come yet. That day is part of Restoration Week Six, which has yet to come. The third day which Moses saw occurs one week before the moadim (feast) of Tabernacles, when God makes the Earth anew, and afterwards dwells with mankind on Earth, reigning in the New Jerusalem. This is believed to be sometime after the year AD 3536, after the thousand years of peace, and Lucifer has deceived the nations for seven years one last time. Also, I’m allowing 500 years for the Day (era) of Judgment.

At this point in the lesson, we are in about the year AD 2029, at the end of the Great Tribulation. The first 1,260 days will be mild tribulation, when the two witnesses are proclaiming their testimony against the anti-Christ. I suspect that there will be a three-month interval between the resurrection of Enoch and Elijah, the when the beast makes his rebellious stand in the temple. The next 1,260 days will be terrible, at least for those not sealed by the blood of the Lamb and the Ghost of Yeshua.

But don’t get me wrong. Many, if not most, of the disciples of Yeshua will be killed. Yet take note of the ones doing the killing. Will it be the Catholic/Islam alliance? Why wouldn’t those people know that they are dooming themselves to be tortured forever in the Lake of Fire? Why wouldn’t they know that they are committing evil? Their conscience apparently will be seared, and they will be of a reprobate mind.

Regardless, as the end of days draws near, before the appearance of Yeshua and His angels that will be coming from Heaven, seven angels will have sounded their trumpets. The saints of God will be waiting for the Beast and the false Jesus to be cast into the Lake of Fire, and Satan to be bound for 1000 years in the bottomless pit, before the eighth trumpet sounds. Before that last trumpet sounds, Yeshua and a host of His angels will be seen coming down from the sky, to intervene in the first battle of Armageddon.

The Beast will have his army ready to overrun Jerusalem, however, the anti-Christ will begin to see that there is a different enemy to fight. I wonder how in the world the Beast could think that they could defeat Yeshua and His host of angels, but the stupidity of evil men knows no bounds.

Starting in Revelation 8:7-12, the first, the second, the third, and the fourth angels sound their trumpets. Keep in mind that as Paul said in 1st Corinthians 15:52 “In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump:”, the seven trumpets must first blow before the eighth trumpet sounds, which initiates the First Resurrection, also known as “the Rapture”. Those that try to teach a “pre” and “mid” tribulation rapture are false prophets. They ignore the scriptures and dream up doctrines of denial. As I understand, there are about 37 angels that take action. Starting with Rev Ch. 8, the first seven of them have a trumpet to blow. Seven more have vials and plagues to pour on the Earth. A group of four will hurt the earth and sea. Sixteen acts independently, and the eighth angel is the last the blow his trumpet.

In Revelation 9:1, the fifth trumpet sounds, and (I believe) cougar sized locusts come out of the Earth, with hair of women and teeth of lions. Their sting in their tails will hurt evil mankind for five months, so we may have to wait that long before the sixth angel sounds in Revelation 9:13.

Rev 10:1-4 1 And I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire: 2 And he had in his hand a little book open: and he set his right foot upon the sea, and his left foot on the earth, 3 And cried with a loud voice, as when a lion roareth: and when he had cried, seven thunders uttered their voices. 4 And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, seal up those things which the seven thunders uttered, and write them not.

We now come to the seventh angel that does not have a trumpet. It seems like the angel cries out for several days, and seven thunders roar things that John was told not to write down. It appears to be something that either the saints are only supposed to hear at the time, or something that Yeshua wants the saints and the rest of mankind to know only at that time. We that are alive then will have to wait and see what the message from Heaven says.

I don’t know the exact time period when the first angel begins to sound, but it seems that the first six trumpets will sound during the testimony of the two witnesses, in the first half of the tribulation. I expect that during the year of 2022, the Ark of the Covenant will be revealed, forty years after a man named Ron Wyatt discovered it on January 6, 1982, at about 2:00 PM Jerusalem time.

I interpret Daniel 9:27 to mean that while the Ark will be on display, in the middle of the seven years, and the Beast shall cause the sacrifices and oblations in the Temple to cease, meaning that the Beast will enter into the Temple and declare himself to be “god”, and declare that he should be worshipped. Lucifer has wanted to be worshipped by mankind for some 300 million years, mankind now he will get his chance.

There is more to come, as discussed next time, in Part 7B.

Love, Debbie

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RE: Dust to Glory: Creation | RC Sproul

Lecture 1, Creation: The whole scope of SCRIPTURE has been given to us by GOD for our instruction, for our reproof, & for our edification;

Here Dr. Sproul starts out the “Dust to Glory” series in the first book of the BIBLE, Genesis. He speaks on the controversies we see & lessons we learn from Genesis’ recount of “Creation”.

Teaching Series Overview 1. Creation 2. The Image of GOD in Man 3. The Fall 4. Covenant with Abraham

Purpose of Life: Obedience

From Dust to Glory, those are the words that we're using to put a bracket around the whole scope of biblical history.

Because the purpose of this study that we're undertaking today is to give to people a brief overview of the Holy SCIRPTURES.

I think at the beginning of the occasion when our LORD HIMSELF was confronted with all of the concentrated power of Hell, when in the Judean wilderness

Satan came to HIM & sought to corrupt HIM; & you remember that in that engagement JESUS said to Satan,

"Man does not live by bread alone, but by every WORD that proceedeth forth from the mouth of GOD."

And if there's anything, I think, that captures the essence of the life of CHRIST, it was HIS passion to do precisely that—every step HE took, every word HE spoke, every deed HE accomplished was done always with a view to obedience to every WORD that proceedeth forth from the mouth of GOD. [1:26]

● Deuteronomy 8:3 | ³ HE humbled you, & in your hunger HE gave you manna to eat, which neither you nor your fathers had known, so that you might understand that man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD.

● Matthew 4:4 | ⁴ But JESUS answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of GOD.’”

● Luke 4:4 | ⁴ But JESUS answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone.’”

Source of Life/Joy: GOD’s WORD

Now I can remember 30-something years ago when I began teaching, I was given the assignment of teaching Introduction to the OT & then Introduction to the NT.

And I had students come up to me with great excitement & joy & say, "Oh professor Sproul, you make the BIBLE come alive for me."

I very much appreciated the compliment & the flattery on the one side—the side of the flesh—but there was another part of me that was distressed by that kind of comment, & I used to say to those students that were so excited:

I was delighted that they were responding in that way to their maiden voyage of studying the sacred SCRIPTURES.

But I told them, “Look, I can't make the BIBLE come alive because I can't make anything come alive that already is alive.

Now there's nothing wrong with sacred SCRIPTURE.

What you're noticing with my animation & my excitement is my response to the SCRIPTURES.

It would be much more accurate to say that the BIBLE makes me come alive, rather than my making the BIBLE come alive.”

Overview of the BIBLE

Now we see here in this setting today, all these BIBLES that are scattered about on the bookshelves, & we see all different shapes/sizes/versions/editions. [2:53]

And we can scarcely find a home in this nation where there is not at least one version of the BIBLE to be found on a shelf; & we have discussions about the nature of SCRIPTURE, & arguments about its authority & its inspiration & infallibility, how we're supposed to interpret it, & that sort of thing.

But the great crisis in our day, beloved, is a crisis of neglect of the content of this BOOK. [3:27]

It doesn't do us any good if we have a high view of SCRIPTURE, but don't know what's found in its sacred pages, & I know that many Christian people begin with great resolve in their early Christian pilgrimage & say,

“I'm going to read the BIBLE from cover to cover.” [3:46]

I've spoken to groups all over the place where I'll ask people,

“How many of you have read the Book of Genesis?” & most everybody's hand goes up. Then I'll say,

“Okay, how about Exodus?" & they raise their hands.

“Leviticus?” The hands start to go down. “And Numbers & Deuteronomy?” The hands are declining, & they'll look at me & say,

“I just can't find my way around the OT. The details are so strange to me. They're so foreign,” & so on.

But the whole scope of SCRIPTURE has been given to us by GOD for our instruction. [4:24]

For our edification; & I have found in the past that if we begin with a wide/broad survey of the major themes of SCRIPTURE, that can give us the hooks as it were to hang our hat as we then go back & look at each Book of the BIBLE. [4:44]

Then finally to each verse of the BIBLE, & so on.

So what I'm hoping we'll be able to accomplish in this brief time together is to light a fire under all of us, that we may renew our resolve to come to grips with the content of sacred SCRIPTURE. [5:02]

Having said that, let's begin our study at page 1, the 1st CH & in the 1st Book of Genesis, beginning with v.1. Let's look at it as we consider the teaching of the text. [5:21]

1.] There is a Beginning to TIME

¹ In the beginning GOD created the heavens & the earth.

That’s the first proclamation/assertion that is found in the Holy BIBLE; there are 3 words of importance that are crucial for us, if we’re going to make a good beginning for understanding the whole scope of redemptive history.

From Dust to Glory [5:53]

Those three words are these:

Beginning, GOD, created

Because in these 3 words, we have those central affirmations of biblical Christianity that set Christianity apart from all forms of atheism/naturalism/secularism/humanism/existentialism, & a host of other isms that compete with the faith of Christianity for people’s allegiance in our day. [6:05-6:33]

It could be said that the most controversial sentence of all of SCRIPTURE is this first one:

That in the beginning GOD created the Heavens & the Earth. And the controversy starts early.

It starts with the first word, "beginning" because what is asserted here, in this affirmation is that from which the Book of Genesis gets its name—that which is generated, has a genesis (manifestly) has a beginning —a starting point in time.

And when we talk about the progress of the history of redemption from dust to glory, we are making an assertion that is radical for our whole understanding of who we are as people & what our lives mean, & what we're supposed to be about in this world. [7:13-7:31]

We are saying there is such a thing as history, & that history has a beginning point in time & that time itself has a beginning.

Now that may seem to be something that we just take for granted, but it isn't taken for granted in competing philosophical systems in our culture today. [7:55]

Think back to the 19th century philosophy of Frederick Nietzsche, who's famous for his declaration regarding the death of GOD.

Well early on in his philosophical studies, in fact when Nietzsche was a student writing his doctoral dissertation, he looked back to the conflict of ideas that had already arisen in the ancient Greek world;

& he recovered for his day what he called the myth of eternal recurrence, an idea that was rooted in ancient Greek philosophy that the universe doesn't have a beginning, a starting point. [8:09-8:37]

But rather the universe & everything in it basically is eternal, & everything goes round/round/round without a beginning & without end.

This is captured/summarized in one of the most important pieces of literature in the OT.

For example, the Book of Ecclesiastes addresses the pagan notion of skepticism that is tied to this idea, where the sun sets, & as Hemmingway borrowed for the title of his book:

The Sun also Rises. [9:19]

And then the sun sets, then it rises; it sets, it rises.

And you begin to see this cyclical view, & leads to the conclusion that there is no purposeful beginning.

There is no specific endpoint of human history, or of natural history, & the result is vanity of vanities. [9:49]

All is vanity because we are, in a cosmic sense, caught in the trap of running around in circles, heading nowhere. [10:03]

2.] There is a Start Date to Earth

But at the very beginning of sacred SCRIPTURE, there is the affirmation that there is a beginning—that there was a time when the universe did not exist.

Now we know that even in modern cosmological theories, there is much debate on how the universe came into the present form & structure that it is.

There have been debates between steady state views of cosmology & the expanding universe & big bang theory & all of that. [10:40]

But today, the consensus is that there was a point in time —15-18 billion years ago run some of the estimates— where, suddenly there was this massive explosion:

where all of the current matter & energy previous to that moment had been condensed into one tiny little point called a point of singularity;

then on one Tuesday afternoon it blew up, & the results of that explosion are still reverberating throughout outer space. [11:14]

Though people don’t like to speculate what was going on before that at least this carries the idea that there was a beginning.

And if there is a beginning, to this world, the obvious question that becomes the central focal point of controversy & debate is

● How did it get started? ● What started it? [11:44]

If everything was in a state of pure organization for eternity— all matter, all energy condensed & compressed into this infinitesimal point of singularity & in an eternal state of inertia —why did it move?

You know the law of inertia:

Things at rest remain at rest, unless acted upon by an outside force.

Those things that are in motion tend to remain in motion, unless acted upon by an outside force. [12:19]

Cosmologists like Jastro say that perhaps the mountain that the scientists are climbing today, when they reach the summit or the acme of that mountain, they will find the theologians around the tent waiting for them there:

To tell them there has to be an outside force for anything to change/move/come into existence. Because the one thing we know for sure, even apart from the work of sacred SCRIPTURE, is that if there was ever a time when there was nothing! All there would be now would be nothing, & even that’s improper to say. [13:06]

Because you can’t say there would be nothing, because nothing has no being, & the term ‘to be nothing’ would be self-contradictory, wouldn’t it? [13:22]

But the idea here is that there is a radical difference between all creaturely existence—everything that is part of this finite, temporal universe & its author.

That’s why Christianity doesn’t stop by simply saying:

“In the beginning,...” but it says, “In the beginning 𝐆𝐎𝐃..”

At this point, there’s no argument for the existence of GOD.

All we have on the opening page of sacred SCRIPTURE is the bold declaration of GOD’s being the author of everything that is: “In the beginning, GOD,....” [13:55-14:10]

If there is any kind of a beginning, to anything whatsoever, that which has a beginning in time must have something preceding it, or it could not begin. [14:29]

That’s simply another way of saying what I said a moment ago.

If there was ever a time when nothing existed, there couldn’t possibly be anything now.

And so now we’re speaking here in SCRIPTURE about the beginning of space & time, the beginning of the created universe.

But for there to be a beginning to the created universe, there must be something that stands above & beyond the created universe. [14:38-14:56]

Something that has no beginning, something that is, in & of itself, eternal & self-existent, something that has the very power of being in itself. [15:10]

That’s also part of radical affirmation of the first statement of sacred SCRIPTURE, the proclamation of the reality of the existence of GOD.

3.] GOD creates ex nihilo

Now I’m going to come back to this word [GOD] in a moment, but let’s go to the next one: created. [15:31]

In the beginning GOD does something.

We’re not told simply of the bare existence of GOD in the first CH of Genesis, but the Book of Genesis introduces GOD in action, GOD doing something. [15:50]

And what HE’s doing here is the most magnificent & fantastic work that has ever been done—in terms of activity, & it’s the creation of the universe.

I know we use this word, “to create” in metaphorical ways.

I like to dabble on the side in some of the arts.

I like to play the piano, I’m not very good at it, to tell you the truth.

And I dabble in painting as a rank amateur, & I read the books about these things, & they talk about the inherent creativity of the musician/artists, & I find this great fun to get the palette set out & to get the little tubes of paint & spread them out.

Sort of like a kid playing in the mud, & I begin to mix these colours together & try them out on the canvas, & I look at that, & think, “Oh that doesn’t look so good.”

I change it around, & we call this creativity. [16:50-53]

But there’s really no creativity in here at all, in the biblical sense. [17:01]

All I’m doing is taking substances that are already there, & shaping/forming/mixing/arranging on a canvas, so that whatever creativity the artist has is a mediated creativity.

A creativity within the framework of some kind of medium.

But the biblical view is far more startling than that because it presents an act of creation where there is no medium. [17:25-17:39]

It’s not as though 15-18 billion years ago, GOD came down with HIS brush & palette, & HE began to mix HIS paint & shape/figure & draw/organize a picture. [17:55]

No, there was no paint.

There were no brushes/palette/canvas.

And so in biblical theology, when we try to get a hold of the biblical account of creation, we get this concept: GOD creates ex nihilo.

which means, “out of nothing”

That there’s no pre-existent matter that HE forms/shapes/arranges, but that which exists comes into being through this active power that GOD alone has. [18:38]

As the NT indicates in the writings of the apostle Paul, that GOD alone has the power to bring life out of death, & something out of nothing. [18:49]

4.] None of Our Calculations Explains GOD

Now how did HE do it?

Now again, I think there’s great value in tracking the movement of astronomical bodies, & speculating on what happens when various gasses & elements collide with each other. [19:08]

And mix together & how seas are formed & how flowers grow.

I think there’s a great great value in the studying of the natural realm.

GOD HIMSELF has called us to do that. [19:23]

But no amount of studying that describes those things that are going on in the intricate patterns & workings of natural forces can account for this. [19:38]

This is the supreme work of [GOD], that’s not just natural, but it is supernatural, that is it takes us above & beyond the theater of nature: To the beginning of nature,

to the AUTHOR of nature, Who creates out of nothing.

Again the BIBLE doesn’t tell us how HE does it. [20:03-11]

The only thing that we’re told in Genesis about GOD’s mode of creation is that HE creates by the speaking of HIS WORD.

St. Augustine calls this the divine imperative/fiat—not to be confused with the small Italian car. A divine imperative simply refers to GOD’s transcendent/majestic/holy command—where HE speaks into the void & says, “Let there be!” [20:55-21:00]

And by the sheer power of the command of ONE who eternally has the power of being in & of HIMSELF, a universe begins.

Genesis 1:1-3 | ¹ In the beginning GOD created the heavens & the earth. ² Now the earth was formless & void, & darkness was over the surface of the deep.

And the SPIRIT of GOD was hovering over the surface of the waters. ³ And GOD said,

“Let there be light,” & there was light.

[21:15-21:39]

Here in v.2, Genesis we’re given a graphic description of the unordered/unstructured—really uncreated universe that is described in terms of 3 basic negatives:

formless/emptiness/darkness. [22:09]

If you see that way in which those 3-words are used in the imagery of ancient cultures, those three terms tend to combine to encompass & capture 3-of-the-most-threatening ideas there can be to human existence & to meaning. [22:32]

● Formlessness is really unimaginable, because absolute formlessness would be absolute chaos, & you couldn’t even recognize chaos as being chaotic without some idea of form. [22:51]

● Emptiness: How we use that term to describe the worst sensations that we have in our souls, when we feel frightened/alone, & some say our lives are empty. [23:08]

Imagine not just an empty house/bed/garage, but imagine an empty universe: No form, nothing. [23:23] but darkness.

● Darkness itself is a pure negative term, because darkness is not so much the presence of something as it is the absence of something, the absence of light. [23:43]

And so all we have so far in this picture is the void, the formlessness, the emptiness, & the darkness. [23:55]

And in v.3, we have a new agent mentioned:

And the SPIRIT of GOD hovered over the abyss/deep, over the darkness & emptiness & void; & then we hear for the first time, the Voice of GOD. [24:19]

And GOD says,

“Let there be Light.” Instantly light breaks into the universe bursts over the darkness, vanquishes the darkness, begins to fill the empty cavities & begins to provide a structure for GOD to form HIS world with waters & trees & plants & animals & ultimately with people. [24:56]

But the very reality in which we live every moment of our lives is utterly inexplicable apart from someone/how/where saying:

“Let there be! [25:14]

And by the power & the force of that command, the lights come on, & the world begins, & a setting is established for GOD to scoop HIS hands into the dust & to prepare a creature for HIS glory. [25:42]

SYNOPSIS:

SCRIPTURE has been given to us by GOD for our instruction. resolve to come to grips with the content of sacred SCRIPTURE. By the very definition of a beginning, the world demands the existence of GOD to create it. The ONE who is eternal & powerful & self-existent.

#Creation #learn SCRIPTURE #GOD creates ex nihilo #out of nothing #true creator

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