#Holy Spirit visualization

[compassionmattersmost]

A Light in the Heart: A Bedtime Story

Once upon a time, in a quiet village surrounded by hills, there lived a wise father named Joseph. Every evening, his daughter Sarah would sit beside him under the old olive tree as the stars began to twinkle in the sky. It was their special time together, a moment to talk about the wonders of God and the love of the Holy Spirit. One evening, as Sarah climbed into his lap, she whispered, “Papa,…

[myremnantarmy]

"𝘔𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘣 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵..."

[laskito]

House Spirits.

[rotinmycore]

Intention.

[tatessketchbook]

Baptism

Tate Anderson, 2024

[tears-that-heal]

christian artist on instagram @letsenjoygod

[divine-nonchalance]

I hold the vision of Earth made of light, pulsing waves of light in every direction, infinitely onward into all dimensions.

[t9595t95t]

This meditation.

Go to other planets 🪐

[mewmurdock]

in the past few weeks, matthew murdock has:

tried to murder bullseye, which goes against his moral code as a catholic vigilante

had deep doubts about his purpose since foggy's death

been unable to even say foggy nelson's name because it hurts too much

been shown cooking food both in the dark and with the lights on

listened in on a catholic mass from outside the church because he does not feel worthy to enter under that roof

worn his cross necklace in every episode

comforted a grieving child

listened to vinyl records

unlocked a bank vault by listening to the clicks

done a pretty convincing irish accent to buy hostages time

muttered "fuck" under his breath

worn henleys

screamed in frank castle's face about bullseye getting life in prison as if that were enough punishment for murdering his best friend... but it isn't enough for matt and everyone (including him) knows it

prayed to God through the intercession of saint ives, patron saint of lawyers and abandoned children

used foggy nelson's funeral card as a saint's card while praying, and kissed it reverently

flirted with sofija about showing her his heightened senses

said "through Christ our Lord who lives and reigns with You [God] in the unity with the Holy Spirit, Amen"

gotten up in powell's face with this shit eating, teasing grin on his face

uttered phrases such as "c'mere", "shh/shush", "i'm here, it's okay", "can you do that?", and "i know, i know"

pulled the "are you talking to me? i'm visually impaired" schtick not once but twice

called heather "sweetie"

canonically had shower sex

kissed heather's forehead and hands, and lovingly caressed her face

almost killed muse by impaling him with his grappling hook thing

taken a bullet for wilson fucking fisk

spit out a "fuck you!"

mockingly condescended bullseye with a cooing, "oh, sweetheart, what do you want me to do?"

tapped his cane disapprovingly

when launching into a dance, just thrown his cane onto a passing waiter's plate

pulled bullseye by his hair up to look at him

i am thoroughly convinced that they did all of this for me specifically.

[coven-of-genesis]

Protect Your Energy

Not everyone deserves access to your energy.

Not every person. Not every spirit. Not every wandering thought.

This is your sign to:

• Draw salt lines at your doors and windows

• Cleanse your space with smoke, sound, or sweeping.

• Wear obsidian, onyx, or tourmaline when the world feels heavy.

• Visualize mirrors facing outward — reflect back what is not yours.

• Speak your boundaries like you’re casting a circle: firm, sacred, non-negotiable.

You don’t owe access. You don’t owe explanation.

Your energy is a temple. And it is holy.

Protect it like it holds your magic — because it does.

[gurggggleburgle]

I would like to make the joke that this winter you could sacriligously call Shen Yuan a Jesus figure who deserves a spot on your mantle and tree.

And why would we say that?

1) Father Son and Holy Spirit

Okay so we acknowledge the very real fact that Airplane is God of this world and what is the system if not an abstraction of the holy spirit? And I know what you're thinking how does this apply to Shen Yuan? What is his transmigration into Shen Qingqiu if not a Virgin Birth into a son of Airplane's writing who in PIDW is the narrative justification for all of Binghe's hate and also the eventual release of Binghe's trauma and corruption. Both a sacrificial lamb if you will.

2) resurrection

OK so while his deaths (for the sake of comedy accept big dick death) are all for binghe's sake in the end could one not argue strongly that these deaths carry the symbolic nature of self sacrifice, revival, and of course stigmata. The first death is of course the one that starts the novel where the humble Shen Yuan asks for absolution for the characters and the world of PIDW with his astute words of "dumbfuck novel dumbfuck author" in which he notes the fault of Lord Father Airplane and is born so he may die at the hands of his disciple who will ultimately betray them. His second death comes 3 years later and is the process once makes a statement of absolution towards his betrayer and to once again spare his fellow eleven other peak lords and and binghe who you can read as the 12 apostles. He then dies again in order to save both the world and in the process and absolve guilt and sin in the name of love and forgiveness.

3) stigmata

Much like our favorite anime protagonist from Saint Young Men our boy Shen Yuan experiences multiple cases of gaining stigmata. Stigmata in this instant referring to multiple injuries that Shen Yuan receives in one particular hand and visually in the animated adaptation appears to be the palm. Shen Yuan's hand which was used to read the sacred PIDW text and give head pats to his disciples was injured in saving Luo Binghe multiple times. In first gaining a deadly poison that seals his fate, then in being infected with a disease that ravaged the meek and innocent, third he gets plant spores that need to he repeatedly burned out of his flesh. These stigmata are symbols of his devotion and faith.

4) kindness to snakes and the less fortunate

In showing kindness to a snake Shen Yuan is able to restore Zhuzhi-Lang back to a more desired state much like the way Jesus cured disease. His efforts also resorted in saving the life of Liu Qingge who is restored much like Lazurus. These miracles act as proof of Shizun’s miracles. Proof of his acts as savior

5) god why have you forsaken me

Multiple times throughout the novel Shen Qingqiu can be seen raging against the system as well as Airplane which as we've discussed are both aspects of God. Jesus himself raged against God when forced to confront his own death and spoke of feeling betrayed and forsaken. The same can be said for the way Shen Yuan feels towards both his fate or and for the state of PIDW and Airplanes shitty writing.

6) throwing the money lenders from the temple

Honestly this is just an excuse to make a joke about Huan Hua palace and killing the old palace master.

7) knowing his own betrayal

A large element is that Judas's betrayal is not a surprise to Jesus. It is an inevitability he sees coming in much the same way that Shen Yuan sees Luo Binghe trying to kill him in revenge coming. There is an acceptance of an inevitable betrayal that both figures share

7) Gay

Much like Jesus our boy is gay and problematic

[myremnantarmy]

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥

Thanksgiving Day

Lk 17:11-19

As Jesus continued his journey to Jerusalem,

he traveled through Samaria and Galilee.

As he was entering a village, ten persons with leprosy met him.

They stood at a distance from him and raised their voices, saying,

“Jesus, Master! Have pity on us!”

And when he saw them, he said,

“Go show yourselves to the priests.”

As they were going they were cleansed.

And one of them, realizing he had been healed,

returned, glorifying God in a loud voice;

and he fell at the feet of Jesus and thanked him.

He was a Samaritan.

Jesus said in reply,

“Ten were cleansed, were they not?

Where are the other nine?

Has none but this foreigner returned to give thanks to God?”

Then he said to him, “Stand up and go;

your faith has saved you.”

[meo-eiru]

I apologize in advance for any mistakes (English is not my first language) BUT I JUST CAN'T! I can't stop thinking about how exactly the main character will end up completely dependent on Father Micah. If elves, dark magic, incubi and other creatures exist in this world, I would venture to suggest that possession by demons or other evil spirits is also a known phenomenon.

Just imagine a situation in which the main character is forced to attend church because she realizes that something is wrong with her perception of reality. It all starts small - insomnia, minor auditory hallucinations, which can easily be attributed to general fatigue from work or school. She can try to self-diagnose and self-medicate, but there is practically no effect.

Disjointed and disturbing dreams give way to nightmares, auditory hallucinations become more unbearable and are now accompanied by visual distortions as well. Any sane person in such situation will rush to a psychologist (more likely even a psychiatrist), but the treatment doesn't give the desired results. Her relatives are very worried and concerned; someone from a more devout background may advise turning to the clergy - and Father Micah is simply an excellent candidate to help this poor unfortunate soul. If she really feels better after each visit, then she'll come back again and again. Just to not lose her damn mind.

But what if Father Micah is the root cause of her condition? If he's not as pure and holy as he seems? What if he's the one who made a contract with the entity that is currently ruining her whole life?

He can't keep her in church by force unless there is a good reason, but even if she'll try to stay away, her condition will deteriorate so much that she WILL inevitably attack someone close to her at some point, mistaking them for Father Micah or that entity due to hallucinations. And SHE WILL have to return back if she doesn't want end up accidentally taking the life of someone from her inner circle. But even if she'll refuse to do so voluntarily, her dangerous condition is in any case a good reason to forcibly isolate her from the others.

And I doubt Father Micah is interested in fully exorcising her.

Oh god I love this scenario.

So I don't think Micah would actually make contracts with evil entities to curse you, but he would make you believe you were cursed. I can definitely seem him drugging you small dosages by giving you small snacks whenever you visit the church or run into him by "chance". He'd always play it off as a gift from the church or some leftovers from what they made for the orphans.

You wouldn't suspect him at all. Why would you? He's THE Father Micah. The beloved angel of the town since he was a kid. No human has seen him do evil deeds.

He would know exactly when the drugs kick in and when they are the most effective, and he would always be there at the right time. Talking to you, making you believe it's unnecessary to see a doctor for such mild sickness. Surely it'll get better if you pray.

It's not getting better even after praying? Maybe it was more serious than Micah expected, but worry not, he knows just the right thing to do. You just have to come to his house so he can bless you with his personal prayers. Why not at the church? Haha you wouldn't want to bother everyone there for such a trivial issue right? Don't worry, Micah will give you special treatment in his house, just trust him.

And trust you will, because everyone knows if there's someone you shouldn't fear it's Father Micah.

[hazamacore]

Eva's crow motif & Wolfgang's sheep motif - the relevance of animals in Project: Eden's Garden going forwards

As a disclaimer, Wolfgang of course has two animal motifs - the sheep and the wolf. In this specific post I will only cover the former as I believe it is most relevant in relation to Eva and this first chapter in general. I personally think that his wolf motif will become more apparent as the story progresses and Wolfgang continues to haunt the narrative. As for Eva - many of the things attributed to crows also apply to ravens and some have absolutely pointed out the associations ravens specifically have (Aesop's fables, the Tower of London myth, Edgar Allen Poe) that relate to Eva. I will not be touching on that in this post and am instead focusing on the different species of crow.

With that out of the way - major spoilers for chapter one of Project: Eden's Garden ahead!

& This is a text only version of my tiktok post, if you are more visual and would prefer to read it there!

WOLFGANG & THE SHEEP

The most blatant is that sheep hold great Biblical significance not least because Jesus Christ himself is referred to as the "Lamb of God" and the term "sacrificial lamb" derives from exactly that in Christ's sacrifice to atone the sins of humanity. Wolfgang as a Christ-like figure being killed by Eva named after the first to sin paints the perfect picture for the commencement of the killing game.

Wolfgang is treated by the majority of the cast, barring Eva, Damon and arguably Ulysses and Wenona, as a "saviour". The most explicit example of this thinking is asserted by Desmond after Eva's trial as he refers to Wolfgang as "one of the only people who could've handled this situation" who could have "made progress on escaping". He acts as this guiding light towards salvation for them as sheep are social, flock animals, and shepherds symbols of guidance. Until he is killed and the ideas of atonement and salvation die with him, even as Diana attempts to "resurrect" his image.

"And he gave unto them commandments, that they should worship the Lord their God, and should offer the firstlings of their flocks, for an offering unto the Lord. And Adam was obedient unto the commandments of the Lord." (Bible, Moses 5:7, Adam and Eve sacrifice a lamb to God)

If we take Tozu's role in the academy and killing game to be equivalent to that of God, then his animal motif being a ram/goat neatly links to Wolfgang's sheep and Christ symbolism. Tozu is the father, Wolfgang is the son, and Eva (as the bird) is the Holy Spirit and all three are bound together as one in this murder case that implicates them all. Not to mention how Eva literally sacrifices Wolfgang, the lamb, to Tozu, the God.

Shakespeare is an interesting perspective to take into account considering Tozu's theatrical nature and the consistent references to theatre within P:EG (EG: Tozu referencing Horace in the prologue). In Shakespeare's plays, sheep are often symbolic of vulnerability and used as a means of "peripeteia" - the turning point where the narrative's tone darkens. Wolfgang's murder, the first murder, abides by this perfectly. His death symbolises the death of any semblance of order and justice within this situation and opens the way for the killing game to truly begin.

"We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we changed Was innocence for innocence." (William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale, 1.2.85-7)

While lambs are symbolic of sacrifice in many cultures, they are not entirely passive and become aggressive when cornered, usually by gearing up to ram or buck. This reflects how aggressive Wolfgang becomes when drugged and essentially herded in a corner by Eva, leading him to lash out at Diana. Wolfgang is the only character whose animal motif is an animal classed as livestock which is another way upon his sacrificial lamb symbolism that he was destined to die - he has been slaughtered and his metaphorical fleece has been repurposed for Diana to wear instead.

EVA & THE CROW

Firstly, crows tend to be seen either solitary or paired in nature. While they can be social animals, this is not the trend. Instantly this relates to how Eva has endured isolation and exclusion throughout her life, including in the academy. Damon is the first person she forms any sort of bond with and from the moment they wake up in the same area they are cemented as a "pair". P:EG overall has "pairs" as an extremely prominent theme due to the entire concept of Eden.

Her isolation can connect also to how crows have been observed to hold grudges. Eva's history as a victim of bullying instilled in her a victim complex and "me vs them" mentality where she takes any sort of negative reaction as "proof" that people are out to get her - something her Ultimate peers triggered with their mocking of her actual talent and confusion over her lies alike. Her targeting of Wolfgang was based in a grudge born from him singling her out as untrustworthy and how she believed he was turning everyone against her with his influence. Crows are opportunistic creatures - Eva saw the opportunity to get rid of Wolfgang and frame Diana in one fell swoop and took it. Much of her plan relied on that opportunity.

General populations deem crows largely as pests and they are, as a result, vulnerable to hunting by humans which ties into not only how Eva was and believed she was viewed by her peers, but also in how she was being "hunted" by Tozu every moment she did not kill after claiming the perk. That traitor's perk giving Eva access to the cameras essentially provided her with a "bird's eye view" of the happenings around the academy - something made further apparent by how she was watching from right above the murder as it happened.

Crows are known widely as thieves much like magpies both in the sense of them stealing prey from predators and the reputation they have gained in many human cultures for stealing precious items for their nests. It does not feel unintentional, then, that her plan saw her steal from her peers' rooms ("nests") to kill her prey. Additionally, crows have been reported to cause power outages through contact with power lines/poles which directly parallels the blackout during Eva's murdering of Wolfgang.

Most glaringly is how crows hold the familiar associations with evil and the Devil in Gael culture; in the 18th century, shepherds in the Scottish highlands would make offerings to hooded crows ("hoodies") to deter them from attacking sheep.

"In Pennant's Tour in Scotland (1771) there is described a curious ceremony in which offerings were made by Scottish herdsmen to the hooded crow, eagle and other enemies of sheep to induce them to spare the flock. (...) The crow killed lambs and annoyed sickly sheep." - Ernest Ingersoll, 1923, Birds in legend, fable and folklore, p.165

This blatantly links to Eva's murder victim being Wolfgang, whose animal motif is literally a sheep to her crow. The only "offering" made to Eva was Diana's extension of friendship, but at that point the crow had already taken flight. The hooded crows indigenous to the highlands would migrate down to the more temperate southern England during winter where they gained the local name "Royston crows" due to how they feasted on the carcasses of sheep in the sheep fields of Royston, Herfordshire.

In Shintoism, crows are associated with the idea of rebirth after tragedy strikes due to the image of them feasting on the slain after great battles. Much like Wolfgang's "Lamb of God" symbolism, this will likely come to fruition in Eva's presence never truly dying, that she will be remembered after death, and that Diana will "resurrect" her image just as she is attempting to do with Wolfgang.

So: HOW MUCH SHOULD WE CONSIDER THE ANIMAL MOTIFS GOING FORWARDS?

The plain and simple answer is that it depends and must be applied on a case by case basis. Our analysis cannot start and end with the animal motifs nor can it hinge on them as they are one angle of analysis among many - most prominently Biblical allusions and characterisation and, above all, how all of these aspects link to each other. For instance, you cannot just say "this character will kill because their animal motif is a predator" because there are far more layers to it than that.

The animal motifs are important and should not be disregarded as Diana, Eva and Wolfgang have proven - they just cannot be the sole point of analysis at a stage where we have everyone's characterisation to consider in conjunction with them.

For example, while Wolfgang's sheep motif is absolutely relevant and noteworthy, I don't personally think there is as much to say about it as Eva's crow motif based on what we have so far. How it acts as a springboard for Wolfgang's Biblical allusions especially RE his Christ symbolism is the most notable element of it so far in my opinion. And this could very well be because he has two animal motifs for us to sink our teeth into - I just have not found enough with him and the wolf to warrant a full discussion yet.

My thoughts on his wolf motif becoming more relevant later on in the story relates in part to his name, Wolfgang, meaning "travelling wolf" and being taken from an actual German saint in Christianity - which connects deftly to how Wolfgang is already being treated postmortem. In his book "Teutonic Mythology", Jacob Grimm defines the name as one held by a victorious hero. Overall, I think the wolf beneath sheep's clothing is yet to be truly revealed.

On the whole, Wolfgang and Eva prove without a doubt how important and relevant everyone's animal motifs will be beyond mere aesthetics - as does Diana's speech at the end of the chapter! What must be taken into account when looking into what everyone's motifs could mean is their individual characterisations and other elements of their characters. The animal motifs are only one piece of the puzzle, but they are a necessary piece in my opinion.

Thank you for reading please feel free to add more thoughts! I have no doubt I missed stuff, especially in regards to Wolfgang's sheep motif. There is absolutely something to say about him and being an undesirable “black sheep” in relation to his background but those thoughts aren’t fleshed out enough at the moment.

[selfcestmovies]

Double, Toil, Trouble

In which you double-team Agatha with... yourself Agatha x Reader (x Reader) Rating M (threesome, face-sitting, multiple orgasms, clones) Wordcount: ~1600

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Agatha was never the jealous type.

She was the possessive type. Which, in your humble opinion, was infinitely hotter.

“Come on,” you teased for probably the thousandth time, slinking across the arm of the couch where she sat with a spellbook resting in her lap. “Just a little threesome. Nothing permanent. I’m not asking for a soul-binding ritual—unless you’re into that.”

She didn’t even glance up from the tome. “You're on this again? Let it rest.”

Agatha was often accommodating of your kinks and requests in the bedroom, but this one in particular had become almost a running bit: you'd ask, she'd say no, and you'd ask harder. “I thought you'd say yes this time," you teased. You didn't, of course—but you liked to watch her squirm. And there was always the chance for a change of heart. The visual of working with a partner to push all her buttons was something you just couldn't shake from your minds eye.

“You know I don’t want to share you,” Agatha murmured, finally closing her book with a soft thud. “You’re mine. Entirely. Indisputably.”

“And I love being yours,” you said sweetly, crawling into her lap with the grace of a spoiled familiar. “I just also think it would be fun to have a third. I don’t even care who. Someone hot. Or chaotic. Or both. Man, woman, neither—I'm not picky.”

“That’s not narrowing it down.”

“Fine. Surprise me, then. I just love the idea of... overwhelming you.”

You kissed her, soft and slow, not pushing for anything. This was always how it went. You’d flirt. She’d resist. And you’d both go to bed later acting like it had never come up. The whole game was a little kink in and of itself.

So you almost forgot the conversation entirely.

Until a week later.

Until she cast a duplication spell.

“You did what?!”

Agatha stood calmly in the center of your shared bedroom, sleeves rolled, runes still glowing blue on the pages before her. “Duplication spell,” she said smoothly. “I wanted to see if you were serious, and you said you didn't much care who our third would be. So I made it easy.”

And of course, standing across from you, matching your outfit head to toe, blinking like she just stepped out of a mirror—was you.

Exactly you. Same shocked grin. Same rosy cheeks. Same mark on your collarbone from where Agatha had kissed you good morning earlier today.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “I'm hot.”

Agatha lifted an eyebrow. “I figured that seeing yourself would dampen the fantasy and bring you back to reality.”

“Oh no,” the Other You said, walking in a slow circle around you. “Oh, Agatha, this is so much worse for you.”

“Worse?”

“Because now I know I’d fuck me,” the duplicate said.

You laughed. “Same.”

Agatha frowned, suddenly—deliciously—uncertain. “I didn’t intend for this to be some exhibitionist revenge plot.”

You turned your attention to Agatha, reaching out to grab her by the hips. Your double slinked behind her, sliding fingers up her spine. “You shouldn’t have made two of me if you didn’t want to be outnumbered."

It started slow—how most of your games did.

You kissed Agatha first. But the kiss was different this time, knowing that the two of you weren't alone. You felt Agatha respond to the touch of your other self’s hand sliding over her throat from behind, lips brushing her ear, and she shivered into your lips. When you felt Agatha's chin being prompted away from you, and into the lips of your clone, you were happy to release her—to let Agatha be bounced back and forth between two mouths and four sets of hands.

“I don’t want to share you,” Agatha murmured, breath ragged between kisses, “but now I’m wondering if this really counts.”

Other You smirked. “That's the spirit.”

“Couldn't agree more,” you whispered, sucking a fresh mark into Agatha's neck. “And to think it took us this long to see it.”

The two of you stripped her slowly, reverently. Unbuttoning her top and sliding it down her shoulders, then unclasping her skirt. You stayed standing in front of her, tracing circles around her bare neckline, while your duplicate had knelt to the floor to kiss her thighs. You tangled fingers in her hair while the other trailed nails down her stomach.

Agatha bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut.

You didn’t give her a moment of peace. The two of you worked in tandem to toss her down onto the open bed. You were both still clothed, but that didn't matter—you could feel yourself starting to soak through your panties and you were sure the double shared your vigor. This moment was about getting Agatha electrified, not giving her a single free moment to focus on you (either of you) until you had had your fill of her. And fuck it was turning you on to take to her with so much control.

She was down on her back now—you had crawled up her side to kissed her, while the Other You sucked bruises into her chest. At one point you peered down to see the double riding her thigh, so you took it upon yourself to hold her wrists tight while the other pinned her hips. You switched places before she could predict it—one teasing, one filthy, both relentless.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “You’re brats.”

“We’re yours,” you both replied.

You were about to pull Agatha into a needy, frenzied kiss when your double beat you to it—but after the split second of envy, you decided to catch your breath and simply... watch. You still idly stroked Agatha's clit through the thin fabric of her panties, but your attention was rapt on the Other You kissing Agatha wet, fully, and hungrily. You knew what it felt like to ravage her, but you had never seen it from this out-of-body perspective. You watched how your lips engulfed hers; how you sucked her tongue; how the corners of your mouth curved into a smile when you made her moan.

And then the Other You opened her eyes, her gaze in your direction. She liked being watched.

Of course she did. She was you.

Her lips were still locked with Agatha—her eyes closed—but her gaze made it clear that she wanted your praise too. You traced a finger up her spine to show your approval. You smiled at her, and when the Other You finally parted from Agatha, leaving her lips red and swollen, she mirrored your grin down to the last imperceptible detail.

"Come here," the double whispered to you. You crawled over Agatha and met her, lips on matching lips, and kissed her.

Agatha opened her eyes to the sight. "Holy shit, [Y/N]—" she whispered.

The two Yous took that as a sign that the show of affection wasn't evoking any jealousy. She seemed just as turned on as you were.

"You don't mind, Aggie?" You asked.

She was silent. You saw out of the corner of her eye that she shook her head no.

"Good," the Other You cooed. "We really are quite something," she murmured to you, her eyes heavy.

“You’re just saying that because you have my taste,” you teased.

Your mouths met again—open and eager this time, greedy without shame. Her hand slid up your side as yours cupped the back of her head. The kiss deepened with a messy, breathless hum, hips pressed together as if trying to prove how alike you really were.

After a moment, Agatha groaned somewhere beneath you. “Now you’re doing this just to punish me.”

“Maybe,” you said against your own lips.

And then—because you were truly a menace—you broke the kiss, leaned back, and pulled your shirt up and over your head. Your double followed suit. You both admired each other—yourselves—grinning like foxes in heat.

You cupped your own breasts, then leaned forward and took your double's nipple into your mouth. Both of you gasped.

“Oh fuck,” Other You breathed.

You switched, suckling the other side, while your own hands roamed her body like you couldn’t get enough of touching yourself. Because maybe you couldn’t.

It was part show, part indulgence. Agatha sat frozen between the two of you, lips parted, spell completely forgotten, watching you worship each other's identical bodies. You licked your own nipple again, slower this time. “Still think this was a bad idea, Aggie?”

Agatha’s only answer was to moan. She grabbed you both by the thighs, grounding herself with something real as you grinded against each other. Two identical moaning versions of you tangled on top of her like a dream turned fever.

At some point, you guided Agatha back between the two of you. Your double turned her attention back to Agatha while you still worshipped your twin, then vice versa, in every permutation the three of you could muster. You came once on Agatha's mouth.

You came again with your double’s fingers inside you, curled just right.

And when Agatha begged to finally come, you both made her wait.

“Oh no,” your double purred, licking into your mouth mid-kiss. “You thought you’d be the one in charge?”

“She wanted to scare us out of the idea,” you murmured, panting against her skin.

“She wanted control.”

“Let’s remind her who the real brat is.”

You both slid down her body again. One of you kissed her clit. The other sucked bruises into her thighs. You switched—again and again—until Agatha was shaking, breathless, eyes blown wide and filled with dark, raw hunger.

When she finally came, it was because both of you were holding her down, tongues and fingers working in mirrored rhythm, her name gasped between your lips like a chant.

Later—sweaty and half-limp and tangled in the blankets—you curled on one side of her, your duplicate on the other.

Agatha looked absolutely wrecked.

“Still mad you had to share me?” you asked, brushing a knuckle down her jaw.

Other You grinned. “We could do a whole coven of us.”

Agatha let out a huff of air that might’ve been a laugh, or a groan, or both. “No,” she said flatly.

You both laughed.

Maybe she didn’t love sharing.

[tears-that-heal]

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