#I wanted a deer satan for a change so I did it myself

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Come get ur arts my pretties CAUSE I MADE A SATAN CHARACTER (technically its an oc I think... I dunno what category satan depictions go)

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 046 [Family]

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〈“The tallest mountain started as a stone. I once was weak, but now I’ve grown. Hero! I know, the weakness within is my greatest foe!” Jonathan Young, “Hero (One Punch Man Cover)”〉

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I followed Naomasa from the room toward the front of the police station where two men were standing off to the side of the front desk, talking quietly amongst each other. The one on the right is pretty tall and broad, similar to flame fuck but a few inches smaller. He wore armor the color of pickles with orange and grey accents. Short, messy platinum blonde hair covered his head.

The second man is thin and only a few inches shorter than myself. He was wearing a deep grey suit with a pin-stripe vest over a white shirt and orange tie. His hair is several inches longer than the first guy’s, a rich navy blue with the tips a frosted orange.

They turned around to face us when we approached, their lime green eyes widening. Naomasa cleared his throat, “I was told that you’re here to pick up Miss Winchester, but -” His words were cut short when the larger of the men rushed forward, throwing his arms around me and crushing my body to his, my feet dangling above the ground.

I wiggled in his grip, the pain in my arm starting to seep through the pain pills they had given me. “Let go of me, you fucking ape!”

His brow furrowed as he looked down at me. “Who taught you such language?”

The smaller of the two sighed, his fingers brushing against the orange tips hanging over his forehead. “Pops, you can’t just go around hugging people you’ve just met, they’ll think you’re an absolute eejit. Let her down,”

He hesitated, his lips curling down into a frown before he finally set me down. The second his arms released me, I curled my right hand into a fist and punched him in the side – there was a small opening not covered by the armor. He stepped back with a wheeze, “Deadly! Even without using your quirk, you’re quite strong!”

“Winchester,” Naomasa sent me a warning look.

“What?” I spat, clutching my shoulder. “If he had been a villain, I woulda been dead! For a detective, your reflexes are shit. Besides, I’m still fucking recovering and now my goddamn shoulder is throbbing!”

“Please don’t scold her,” The smaller held his hand up with an exasperated look. “He deserved it.”

“Damn fucking right he did.”

“Sorry about him,” he smiled softly. “He can get a bit excitable sometimes. Would we be able to talk someone a bit more… private?”

“Fuck no,” I deadpanned. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere with you fucks. I don’t know who you are or what you want, but I’m tired, in pain, and have no fucks to give you.”

Worry flashed through the big man’s eyes. “You’re in pain? We need to get you to a healer!” He tried to grab my hand but Naomasa stepped between us. ‘Bout fucking time he did something.

“Would you care to explain why the number five hero of Ireland knows a first-year student from Japan?”

“I’m her oul fella!” The man huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Her… what?” Naomasa sent me a confused look and I just shrugged. Fuck if I know.

The front doors to the department slid open and Toshi’s muscled form came rushing in, his blue eyes filled with worry as they scanned the room. Once he found us, he speed-walked over, throwing his arms around me in a gentle embrace that didn’t add any more pain to my body. “Young Jen! I’m so glad you’re okay! Tsukauchi called me and told the gist of what happened!”

I patted his back with my good arm, my voice softening. “Sorry for worrying you, Tosh.”

He pulled away from the hug only to squish my face between his large hands. “You have a lot of explaining to do when we get home!”

“I ant luki,” I muttered, my words smooshed together like my fucking face is.

“Hm?”

I smacked his hands away, rubbing my cheek. “I said, ‘I ain’t Lucy’.”

“Who is Lucy?” He tilted his head in confusion.

“You uncultured swine -”

“All Might? It’s been donkey’s years since I last saw ya!” The large man grinned, holding his arms out.

“Luck!” Toshi returned the grin, the two men embracing one another. “Why didn’t you tell me you had arrived in Japan? When did you get here?”

“Just yesterday! I wanted to surprise ya!”

“You two know each other?” Naomasa questioned, raising a brow.

“He’s an old friend of mine,” Toshi explained, clapping the man, Luck, on the shoulder. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“He’s weird as fuck,” I deadpanned from behind the detective. “And why the fuck is your beard brown but the rest of your hair is platinum? It looks stupid.”

The smaller of the two quickly covered his mouth, shoulders shaking as he laughed. “I told you, pops.”

“It’s a fashion statement!” He cried. “And I’m not weird!”

Toshi laughed loudly. “He’s pretty eccentric, that’s for sure! Tsukauchi, is young Jen free to go?”

“Yes. If we have any more questions, we’ll be in touch.” He smiled at me, resting his gloved hand on my head. “Try to stay out of trouble, okay? You did well, Winchester.”

I clicked my tongue before offering him a grin. “I’ve always prided myself on being good at being kidnapped.”

He chuckled.

“Wait, you were kidnapped?” The second boy looked at me with worry before exchanging a look with Luck.

“Yeah, it was one hell of a time,” I responded blankly.

Toshi cleared his throat. “Luck, can you bring us back to U.A.?”

“I can,” Luck held out his hands. The boy took his left while Toshi took his right before holding the other out to me.

“Take my hand, young Jen.”

Raising a brow, I slid my hand into his, feeling a familiar sensation overcome my senses, but it was gone as quick as it came. I blinked dumbly. Oh… we’re standing just outside the U.A. gate. This guy can teleport? Or is it something different?

Toshi led us into the school and to one of the lounges he often used when he needed to talk to me and Zuku in private. The two men sat on one side, while me and Toshi took the other. Both couches were a faded chocolate brown that squeaked whenever one of us moved.

“I’m sure you must be quite confused,” Toshi commented, glancing at me.

“That’s the fucking understatement of the century,” I rolled my eyes.

The second boy shifted, folding one leg over the other as he smiled softly at me. “Perhaps we should start with some introductions, hm? My name is Ryan O’Connor.”

“Right, right!” Luck grinned. “I’m the Lucky Hero: Luck! Also known as Felix Kevin O’Connor, but you can call me Kevin. Or Felix. Or Luck. Or -”

“Or eejit,” Ryan rolled his eyes.

I grunted. “Jen Winchester.”

Luck leaned forward and reached his hand across the table but hesitated before pulling it back to his lap. “You’re so beautiful. Just like your oul dear.”

“My deer?” I raised a brow, looking at Toshi.

“Oul dear,” Ryan corrected with a chuckle. “Your mum.”

My eye twitched. “Everyone seriously fuckin’ knows her, don’t they?”

“Well, you see…” Toshi rubbed the back of his head. “When you were… conceived, there were two possible fathers in the picture. One of those men… was Luck.”

“I found out about you about two months after you disappeared,” Luck explained with a sad smile.

“I was reluctant to inform him when we… found you, since I couldn’t be sure that he was your father. You were already processing so much information at the time, you see.”

“So what changed, then?” I asked, leaning back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling.

“Your teleportation ability.”

“You inherited my quirk!” Luck exclaimed proudly. “Well, one of them anyway.”

“You also have two?”

“That’s right! My main quirk is called ‘Luck’, which makes me super lucky! It’s not perfect, though, and it can fail me on occasion, but I make up for it with my teleportation!”

Hmm, are double quirks a genetic thing? “So~… you’re my father, huh?”

“I am,” Luck nodded vigorously, his eyes shining.

“And I’m your half-brother,” Ryan smiled, tilting his head to the side.

“How old are you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “And your quirk, what is it?”

“I just turned fifteen a month ago, so you’re my big sis. And my quirk is called ‘bat’. It’s not very impressive, but…” His body started to shrink and shift until a small bat replaced where he had been sitting a moment ago, a miniature suit on its body. He flapped his wings, gliding over to hover in front of me.

Holy. Fucking. Satan’s. Asscrack. It’s the most adorable fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life! He squeaked in surprise when I grabbed him, holding him to my chest. “So fucking cute!”

Luck laughed loudly, slapping his knee. “Most girls are afraid of ’em in that form!”

“Because most girls are fucking stupid.” I scowled, my fingers gently rubbing his head. “So what does all of this mean, exactly?”

The two men exchanged a look before Luck spoke up. “I don’t expect you to suddenly start calling me your oul fella or to return to Ireland with us, but I would like to build a relationship with you. I think ‘Lis woulda liked that for us… so, I’ve decided! We’re moving to Japan, Ryan, my boy!”

Ryan let out a squeak of surprise before his body started to shift and expand in my arms. “Don’t be thick, pops! You can’t just abandon your duties back home, there are people counting on you.”

He laughed again, waving his hand. “Don’t worry! I already made the arrangements before we left Dublin. Sean will be finishing up the last of our cases before transferring over here.”

I scoffed. “What about your son, bro? At least give him the fucking option to keep his life back home.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about me, but thank you -” His voice went a pitch higher when he turned his head to me, his cheeks going a bright red.

I cocked a brow in confusion. “Uh, you good or?”

He cleared his throat, bangs covering his eyes as he quickly transformed again, slipping through my arms and settling on the couch beside his dad who was currently laughing his ass off. “You shoulda seen your face just now, you were scarlet!”

Ryan settled down on the couch, taking human form once again and huffing, turning his face away from us.

“Don’t mind him,” Luck slapped the boy’s shoulder roughly. “He’s never been close to any girl, ‘cept for his oul dear before!”

“Shut your gob,” he muttered, covering his face with his hand. “Do you really think it’s such a good idea to leave Sean in charge? Last time you did so, we ended up owing the Dublin P.D. eighteen-hundred euro.”

“Hahaha! I remember that, good times!”

“You only say that because I’m the one that dealt with it,” he scowled.

“And ya did a fierce job, as always!”

“Have you found a place to stay already?” Toshi questioned. “Young Jen is still staying with Aizawa, so I have some space in my apartment.”

“Aizawa?” Ryan inquired, tilting his head to the side.

“You are far too young for a boyfriend, young lady!” Luck slammed his hand on the table, looking far too upset for the current situation.

“Hah?” My eyes narrowed at him. “I don’t need your fucking permission to date someone.”

“Now, now, everyone calm down.” Toshi held his hands up, smiling brightly. “Aizawa is a teacher here at U.A. and -”

“Go away out of that,” Luck smacked his knee with his hand. “Surely it’s not allowed for a teacher to date a student!”

“Well, no, but -”

“I’ll date whoever the fuck I want, old man,” I growled, slamming my hand on the table and meeting his gaze. “Don’t think that just because you fucked my mom once upon a time, you can just appear and start controlling my life, because that ain’t about to fucking happen!”

The air was tense around us and I expected him to get angry and yell back at me, but he didn’t. Instead, he smiled softly, his large hand reaching out to ruffle my hair. “You’ve grown up to be so strong, darlin’. I’m glad.”

“I, uhh,” I scratched my cheek, sitting back down. “Thanks…”

Ryan cleared his throat, “Dating or not, it’s a bit inappropriate, no?”

“Zawa was injured protecting his students,” I responded, narrowing my eyes at him. “So I decided to stay with him until he fully recovers from those injuries. He’s family, after all.”

Luck ruffled the boy’s hair with a laugh. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just… we’re a bit overprotective when it comes to our own. And to answer your question, All Might – I’ve found a nice house on the other side of town, but the papers are still being put in order. Should only be a day or two longer.”

“Well, old friend, you’re welcome to stay with me until then!” Toshi glanced at the clock and coughed into his hand. I glanced at him. He’s pushing himself to be in this form, the fucking idiot.

Recognition flashed through Luck’s green eyes. “Much appreciated friend, but don’t worry ’bout us. It’s getting late, boyo, let’s go find us a nice hotel!”

Ryan hummed, sending me a soft smile as he stood up. “It was nice meeting you, sis. I hope we can form a closer bond in the future.”

My lips twitched up. “Yeah… I’m sure we will.” The two of them left the room, the door sliding closed behind them. Toshi let out a breath, his muscle form popping. “He knows about you don’t he?”

Toshi coughed a couple of times, blood splattering against his fist. “He’s seen this form and knows I have a limit, but he doesn’t know the details behind it. His son has no idea.” I hummed thoughtfully and he patted my knee. “You should head home and get some rest. I’ll call Tsukauchi and get the story from him.”

“Sure,” I stood up and headed toward the door, my hand hovering over the handle. “Hey, Tosh?”

“Yes?”

“You said there were two possible fathers… who was the second guy?”

He was silent for a couple of minutes and when he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t think you want to know…”

I raised a brow. “Come on, it can’t be that bad. Wait… it’s not some fucker with a clown quirk, is it? ‘Cause those fucks are creepy as hell. Shit, what if it’s a spider quirk?! Oh hell nah!”

“No…” he took a deep breath before moving his eyes up to meet mine. “The other man she was seeing… it was Endeavor.”

“Holy fucking Deadpool choking on a chimichanga…”

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“Idle hands are the Devil’s handiwork.” It was a warning my mother instilled in to me for as long as I can remember. I never quite understood the extent of what the saying meant until I had gotten older.

Being a toddler and scribbling on the wall with a marker out of boredom is far different than getting high and hammered on everything in sight out of boredom. Of course, I never did any of the things people always suspected I did. I’ll never forget seeing my face on a trashy tabloid with the title “Idle Hands Are the Devil’s Handiwork” with an article plastered inside about me basically saying that since I ran with rockstars, I became friends and acquaintances with plenty of them through Mötley Crüe, I wasn’t as pure and Godly as the boys, and myself, made me out to be. They even went as far as blatantly claiming I was snorting, injecting and drinking as much as those idiots were behind the scenes, and then accused me of being the group’s sexcapade.

The media was full of it when it came to their explanation of the phrase, but my mother wasn’t. “This is not what we do, Vivian.” I can hear my mother’s voice in my head as I assess the damage that consist of my own form of track marks. Faint bruises that are lightly dusted over my hips, dark hickeys splotch the skin of my neck, collarbones, chest, and inside of my thighs. My eyes drift to the bite mark on my rib cage, and I flinch when I run my fingers over it, the tender flesh aching slightly. My curly hair is furthermore tangled from our binger, my lips swollen from crooked teeth sinking in to them through the night. I shift in my place in front of the bathroom mirror, the junction of my thighs sore and my legs shaking like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time. Grabbing the sink to support myself, I feel what’s left of him leaking down my thighs and I close my eyes, trying to decide if I’m remorseful or not. The running water of the shower is starting to create steam over the mirror, pushing me out of my daze, and I lick my lips, tasting the ghost of cigarettes and Jack as I step to the shower to scrub away my sin. By the time I’m baptized, I turn the water off and wrap the stained towel around myself, and step to Nikki’s room to get my clothes on so I can crawl back in to bed with Tommy and pretend I didn’t just screw his friend. He’d kill the Devil if he knew half of what he had just done to me. The door creaks as I slip inside, trying to remember what direction they were tossed after being torn off. I see the T-shirt Tommy let me borrow, laying on the floor beside Nikki’s side of the bed. I tip-toe to snag it, crouching to pick it up. As soon as I grab it, familiar fingers are wrapping around my wrist loosely, Nikki’s solemn expression meeting my eyes when I look at him and I give him a tiny smile. “Go back to sleep.” I whisper, getting out of his grip to pull my shirt on. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at me as if he’s lost, his hand returning to me to run up my arm. I let him have his moment of touching me with the rough palm of his hand as he moves cross my collar bone and gently grasps at my throat. I don’t resist him when he pulls me to him and I lean forward, his lips catching mine. I don’t know if it’s because he’s half asleep, or the both of us are exhausted and still dazed, but this is surprisingly gentle, as if he’s silently apologizing in advance for everything he knows he’ll inevitably put me through eventually. I pull away first, my hand gently rubbing at his jaw until his eyes close again, peacefully. I pull my panties back on and leave him to himself, sneaking back in to bed with Tommy, praying silently that neither him nor Vince have woken up and noticed my absence. The days to follow are like one big withdraw laced with the paranoia of people finding out and the discomfort of my recovering body. Nikki and I won’t even look at each other if he’s hanging around with Tommy when we go somewhere. Tansy somehow knew the moment she saw me for the first time since it had happened. She saw through the façade entirely the second she got in to my car to head to the Rainbow with me after a show. She had a gift of just knowing. She could pick out truth from lies in a heartbeat and could call out professional liars on their bluff. If someone ever got away with lying to her, it’s because she kept her mouth shut and let them, which happened a lot, but I was always an exception to that. “Did you want to?” She asks me after I explain how it happened and I think a moment. “I don’t know.” It’s an honest answer, that probably paints Nikki out to be the actual Devil. “I kind of blacked out between him making a move on me and then realizing what we’d done when we were finished.” “He didn’t…” She starts, trying to think of how to phrase it. “…force anything or–” “No.” I know that much and she nods slowly. “I don’t even know if he wanted to, really.” I add. “We were both just being stupid.” “Well, you used protection right?” She asks next and I stay quiet. “Oh, Viv.” “Neither of us were really worried about it in the midst of tearing clothes off and trying to make it to his bed.” “Do you think you might be pregnant?” “I don’t want to think about it.” I say dismissively. “You two made a decision that could have consequences. It would be smart to talk about the possibility of it.” “We haven’t talked since I told him to go back to sleep when I was getting my clothes back on. The last thing I want to say to him now is, ‘hey, I know you’re just starting to get a taste of the Rockstar life you’ve always dreamed of, but I might be knocked up which means you can’t enjoy that life because you’re a dad now. Congrats.’” I argue and she sighs out heavily. “I’m the idiot that should be worried about stuff like this. Not you. You’re the responsible one out of the bunch. If you sink, we all sink.” She motions to me and I try to laugh the best I can. “You need to give me a little wiggle room to mess up.” I explain lowly after a few moments of silence. “Because I’m not always going to be Saint Vivian 24/7.” “And that’s okay.” She assures me. “But you always tell us 'be dumb, but be smart about it’ and, Viv…of all the guys to give something incredibly important to you to, you give it to him? It’s Nikki.” She offers me a tiny, sympathetic smile. “What the hell are you doing?” “I have absolutely no idea.” I close my eyes, refusing to cry but I feel the burn of oncoming tears and she grabs my hand. “Welcome to my world of getting with men who I know will wreck my life but allow them to anyway.” She offers up enthusiastically and I genuinely laugh, holding her hand tightly By the time we get the Rainbow and walk inside to see the four guys at their normal booth, laughing and drinking as usual. They see Tansy first, greeting her with “Hey, Tans,” then Mick, Vince and Tommy say “hey” to me like they always do, but Nikki seems to be hiding in his teased, black ball of hair, cigarette hanging from his lips as he avoids making eye contact with me. “Hey,” I reply to the three of them, sliding in behind Tansy to sit directly across the table from Mick, who looks as if he’s narrowing his eyes at me from behind his sunglasses. “So, we’ve been workin’ on some new music and we need you to listen to some of it.” Tommy tells me. “Why me?” “Because I trust your judgement.” Tommy replies with a shrug and Mick lets out a blatant “HA”, chuckling a little to himself and I glare between him and Nikki, who’s looking a little guilty. “Her judgement is just as shitty as anyone else’s at this table.” Mick comments, and I realize he knows. “What are some of the names?” I ask to change the topic of my judgement. “Title track is 'Shout With the Devil’.” Vince says nonchalantly. “You’re kidding.” Tansy sounds off, scrunching her face a little. “Nope.” He grins, taking a swig of his beer. “Nikki came up with it.” Tommy informs me and it doesn’t surprise me. “Yeah, he’s dabbling in Satanism, incase you and your good, Christianly, God-fearing, judgement wanted to know.” Mick adds and my blood runs cold. “You what?” I snap at Nikki and his heavily lined eyes stay to the table. “Hey, don’t you believe in soul tying?” Mick asks me randomly and I tense up, knowing where he’s going with this. The last thing I needed to do was intertwine my soul with one as twisted as Nikki’s. “The fuck is that?” Vince scoffs and I exhale. “You have sex with someone and a part of you is with them and a part of them is with you, which is why God tells his children not to just sleep with anyone.” I tell him. “And that is why religion is no fucking fun.” Vince points at me. “You can’t drink, or fuck, all you can do is pray and harass people about whether they’ve accepted Christ as their Lord and savior and shit.” “He doesn’t prohibit pre-marital sex to be a buzz-kill, Vince, he prohibits it because it can be more painful if a person leaves you because a part of you is going with them. He tells us not to do it to protect us from heartbreak and confusion and pain. If you don’t want to believe that then that’s fine. But don’t sit here and talk down on me just because I don’t drink, or fuck, and no, not every Christian is harassing people about getting saved. Some of us simply pray for people we think might be lost and keep it pushing.” I argue. “Is that why you’re here?” Nikki asks me suddenly, the first words he’s spoken to me in the last week. “To save our souls from the Devil?” “I’m here because Tommy happens to be in your band.” I chuckle out. “I pray for you idiots but I certainly don’t have high expectations at the moment.” “I’m glad.” Nikki says, licking the inside of his bottom lip, leaning back in his seat to stare at me before he lights another cigarette. “You guys are comin’ to graduation right?” Tansy cuts in to change the subject, raising her brows hopefully at and they fumble around, pretending to be occupied with whatever they can find on the table. “Oh, c'mon.” She complains, shoving at Vince’s arm and he starts chuckling with Tommy. “We’ve worked our asses off, you guys. You need to be there to support us, especially since one of us,” She looks at me. “Is risking death every time she steps within a ten foot radius of any of you.” “Fine.” Vince gives up, holding his hands up. “As long as we get to have a graduation party with all your hot friends, and lots of booze.” Tansy and I look at each other, trying not to burst in to laughter before breaking the bad news to them. “Um,” I start. “You guys are our hot friends.” “We don’t talk to anyone else.” Tansy backs me up. “If we’re just having a party with you two, you both gotta get naked and nasty or it ain’t happening.” Vince states sternly. “I will never get naked and nasty with you in the mix.” I reply, matter of fact. “Give it a few years.” Vince tells me. “You’ll give in eventually.” “Yeah, give in to the deep rooted desire to neuter you.” I shoot back. “There’s not a blade sharp enough to do the job.” He smirks, causing Tommy and Nikki to snort. “End of discussion.” “I’m takin’ a piss,” Mick sighs out, standing carefully before he heads to the bathroom. I watch after him, oblivious to the conversation the other four are having. “I’ll be right back.” I announce, sliding out of the booth to follow Mick. He’s at a urinal when I walk in, and he glances at me and lets out a heavy breath, seemingly exasperated. “Don’t tell me I’m next on your hit list.” He tells me fatly and I lean against the door with my arms crossed. “How did you know?” I ask him and he zips his pants and flushes, finally looking at me. “You left your crucifix on his floor. I got there after you left while they were still asleep. When I went to wake him up, I almost stepped on it.” “Well, he could’ve stolen it.” I point out. “Without me knowing.” “Except you never take it off, so he would’ve had to snatch it off of you without you knowing. Look, it’s not the end of the world. He got home with the boys late at night, you were available, you were willing, and you had enough decency to take off your proof of religion before doing something that would piss God off. Shit happens, Viv. It’s not that big of a deal.” I’m quiet for a moment, looking at the floor and he sighs. “Or it is a big deal because you’ve never done that before.” He thinks aloud and I finally look at him again. “All the best Christians are sinners like everyone else. If you think you made a mistake, then learn from it and don’t let it happen again. This doesn’t damn you.” It’s like he’s read my mind and I nod, stepping aside to let him out. The first half of the night is spent at the Rainbow before Tommy and Vince put in to going to the Cathouse. I, expectedly, denied the invitation, but Tansy was down to go so Mick said he would take her home when they were done. “Hey, I need the key to your apartment.” I tell Tommy as I’m getting my jacket on. “Why?” He asks. “I left something there on accident.” I say and before he can answer, Nikki speaks up. “I’m about to head back anyway, I’ll go with you.” He offers and I raise my brows, Tansy and Mick simultaneously looking at me knowingly. “Dude, it’s like eleven. We still got eight good hours ahead of us.” Vince tries to tell him. “Not feeling to well.” Nikki lies, patting his shoulder. “C'mon.” He motions to me. “O-Okay,” I stammer a little. “I’ll see you guys later.” The very short drive in my car to their apartment is silent, but the tension speaks loud enough for the both of us. Once I park and the two of us get out, stepping up the stairs to get to the door. “What’d you need to get?” He asks as I walk in first just to get away from his suffocating presence. “I left my cross necklace.” I tell him and he shuts the door, stepping to me while pulling something from the collar of his shirt. He tugs off one of the a necklaces around his neck, and holds out my crucifix. “Here.” I take it, mumbling “thanks” before I turn to leave, putting it back on as I go. “So are we gonna pretend I didn’t screw your soul out or…? I mean if you don’t want to acknowledge it that’s perfectly fine with me, but most chicks get all emotional and have expectations and if you think this means we’re dating or something–” “I don’t think that.” I tell him, shaking my head. “We haven’t talked since it happened so no, I wasn’t under the impression you wanted me to be anything more than a cum rag you screwed the soul out of while being too messed up to remember more than half of it.” I smile as I speak but my tone is anything but sweet. “Goodnight, Nikki.” I head for the door again but he stops me. “I remember all of it, actually.” He argues. “That’s surprising being you tasted like straight liquor, among other things.” I turn to face him with my arms crossed and he steps closer to me. “I sobered up pretty fuckin’ fast when you kissed me.” He teases and I scoff. “You kissed me.” I argue. “You made the first move. Out of nowhere.” He’s inches in front of me now, giving me the same, devious, smirk he was giving me that night. “I know,” He whispers, his hand moving to my lower back, pulling me closer to him, causing heat to swelter through my blood and I take quick, uneasy breaths as he leans in closer, his lips nearly touching mine. I pull away a little, trying to hide the shaking of my voice. “We can’t do this.” I tell him weakly, his hand on my back pulling me even closer so he can wrap his arm around my waist. “You said the exact same thing last time.” He reminds me and I nod, trying to keep my thoughts together, but when presses his lips to mine the same way he did the first time, I feel all common sense and consciousness leave me as I kiss him back, my hands holding his arms tightly. We pull away to catch our breaths, and go back for more. My hands eagerly push off his leather jacket and once it’s off, he’s pulling mine off of me and tossing it off to the side. I’m tugging my necklace off and letting it hit the carpeted floor within seconds. Like the first time, I shut my mind off and black out, willing to let my own form of heroin destroy me. I get his shirt off as his tongue meets mine, eliciting a moan from me, and he pulls at the laces of his pants, getting them loose before pulling me up to wrap my legs around his waist. I comply, wrapping my arms around his neck to get as close as I can to him as he steps to his room and drops me on the mattress, getting his pants off. Lips return to my mouth briefly before leaving to add to the healing bruises on my neck, and I sit up to yank my skin-tight dress off, practically attacking him when it’s off, the both of us ending up on the foot of the bed as I straddle him. He sits up to take off my bra and allows his lips to explore my collar bones, traveling towards my chest. Within a second he’s gotten me underneath him, pinning my wrists as his tongue and teeth assault my breasts, my legs wrapping around his waist to create some kind of friction just to relieve the ache between my legs. His mouth moves down my abdomen, teeth sinking into one of my top ribs when I arch my back under his touch and I whimper, wanting desperately to tangle my fingers in to his hair. I feel my soul leave my body when he gets to what he was wanting, his hands letting go of my wrists so his arms can wrap around my thighs and pin me under him as he laps at my flesh. My hands move to his hair, my calves rub against the smooth skin of his back and his name falls from my lips in a broken prayer. I squeeze my eyes closed, panting as I feel myself about to release, and then he’s stopping. He doesn’t give me anytime to whine before he’s coming back up to kiss me, grabbing at my hip with one hand while the other presses into the mattress beside my head. There’s no “are you sure” or “I’ll be gentle”, just like there wasn’t the first time we did this. His entry is rough, he doesn’t give me time to adjust and he doesn’t start off slow. I accept whatever he’s willing to give me, whatever way I can get it, and let out a high pitched sigh when he pulls out of my and slams back in. My already sore flesh is once more abused, and the sting of his thrusts is probably causing a little bleeding like before. “Fuck,” He groans out, one hand on my throat as the other palms at my chest. My hand grabs at the back if his neck, pulling his lips to mine, and he eagerly accepts my attention, his lips tugging at my bottom lip before his tongue traces mine. Nails dig in to his back, probably drawing blood in their wake, and he picks up his rough pace, actually screwing me in to the mattress. He pulls me on top of him and I let out a gasp mixed with a moan as I sink onto him completely, feeling full, and his hands have my hips in a death grip as he guides my movements. My hands rest on his chest, balancing myself as I throw my head back. “Nikki,” I moan out, looking down at him and he takes my left hand from his chest and presses a single kiss to it, the action contradicting his rough thrusting in to me but I don’t complain, feeling myself come apart above him. My fingers of my left hand lace through his as I fall forward, my chest pressing to his as he holds my hips with one hand while moving in to me. “Oh, fuck, Viv,” He grunts out and I feel heat fill me as he finishes in me before the both of us are collapsing. History had repeated itself, step for step, and I laid there and tried to let that sink in, just waiting to be remorseful. But I felt no shame about what happened between the two of us. If I had felt shame or regret, I wouldn’t have let it keep happening. I would’ve distance myself from him and that temptation.  If something makes you feel bad for doing it, you stop. And because I didn’t feel bad about it, it continued. I thought my punishment for sinning would be regret or overbearing shame. I didn’t realize my punishment was going to span out over the years to come in the form of multiple children created, but most of them never making it to see the light of day, and not being able to tell Nikki because God knew he didn’t need anymore reasons to stick a needle in his deteriorated veins. Not to mention infidelity on both of our parts and everything else in between. Yeah, idle hands cause us to do incredibly stupid things, and the Devil gets to pick out our consequences for the mess he enticed us in to making.

[snarkybluechristian]

Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 13

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After a few minutes, Charlie finally made contact with her mother and explained the situation.  Thankfully, her mother was sympathetic.

“I’m on my way, dear,” Lilith said from the speakers of Charlie’s phone.  “Just stay where you are.”

The call ended, and Vaggie and Charlie breathed a sigh of relief.

“And now,” Vaggie said sitting down on the pink sofa of the bathroom’s sitting area in front of a portal giving them a view of fishes from another exhibit.  “We wait.”

Vaggie and Charie sat in the waiting area and watched the fish for a few peaceful minutes.  Vaggie and Charlie sighed in contentment as they leaned against each other for support.  

But just then, the phone rang.

Charlie quickly answered the call, put it on speaker, and asked, “Hello…?”

“Hello, Charlotte,” Lucifer answered on the other end.

Vaggie’s mouth fell open in fear.

Charlie went paler than normal and replied, “Hello, Father.  What’s going on?”

“Did you hear about Alastor’s wedding?” the Devil asked.

“I…um…yes, Father,” Charlie replied.

“That Radio Demon wants to cut a deal with me because of it,” Lucifer said.  “Do you know what he wants?”

“No, Father,” Charlie replied nervously.  “What does he want?”

“In exchange for no longer funding your hotel, he wants me to prevent you from stopping the union,” Lucifer replied.

Vaggie’s face fell in stunned silence.

“What?!” Charlie yelled.  “Why?!”

“He’ll only drop funding if you keep trying to interfere...” Lucifer began before Charlie interrupted.

“No, why are you doing this?!” Charlie interrupted.

“Why do you think?” Lucifer replied coldly.

“But I love Vaggie!” Charlie exclaimed.

Lucifer scoffed and said, “Oh, please.  You’ll find another demoness to keep you company.”

“Then why don’t you leave Mother for another siren?!” Charlie snarled.

“Because she and I are bound together for all eternity,” Lucifer replied.

“That’s how I feel about Vaggie!” Charlie growled with a voice growing more demonic by the second.  “If you won't do anything, I'll protect her myself!”

“You’ll dig your own grave!” Satan exclaimed.  

“I don’t care!” Charlie yelled back before ending the call.

After a moment of silence, Vaggie said, “Charlie…”

“Don’t worry, Vaggie,” Charlie said standing up in determination.  “I’ll find a way to take you home.”

Just then, both ladies heard knocking on the bathroom door and froze.

“Hello, ladies!” Alastor called out.  “Are you alright in there?”

“We’re fine!” Vaggie yelled back.

“Darling, you have been in there for a while...” Alastor pleaded.

“I said I’m fine!” Vaggie retorted.

“Granddaughter, you must come when your husband summons you,” Titoc reprimanded.

“He’s not my FUCKING husband!” Vaggie screeched.  

“Alright, Vaggie, I’m gonna do something risky,” Charlie said looking at Vaggie with steady, determined eyes.  “Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone else,” Vaggie replied.  

Charlie shifted completely into her demonic form.

Vaggie stepped back fearfully for a moment before she approached her dearest friend.

“Let’s go,” Charlie said with a distorted voice.

Charlie picked up Vaggie bridal style and dashed towards the door quicker than lightning.  She crashed through it to see Alastor and Titoc standing there with her father, but she didn’t stop.  Charlie dashed past him and the two other confused demons and kept running.

Vaggie looked over Charlie’s shoulder and saw to her surprise that the trio were getting smaller.  They didn’t even try to follow them.   The moth demon looked back around as they dashed past confused demons and aquarium fish.

Eventually, the two escaped the aquarium and out into the city.

When Charlie thought they were safe, she stopped at a street corner, put Vaggie down, and caught her breath.

“Do you think we lost them?” Vaggie asked.

Charlie turned around and gave a gasp of surprise.  Lucifer, Alastor, and Titoc were standing right before her only meters away.  Vaggie turned around and felt her jaw drop.

“How…?” Charlie managed to stammer out.

“Are you really questioning my abilities?” Lucifer replied.

“I thought you were staying out of this!” Charlie exclaimed with her eyes glowing red.

“As long as you’re in danger, I can’t!” Lucifer exclaimed back.

Vaggie looked nervously at her grandfather and Alastor.

“Vaggie, you’ve misbehaved a lot today,” Alastor said breaking the silence between them.  “I’m not happy.”

“I don’t care!” Vaggie retorted.

“I do,” Alastor replied calmly.  “I think it’s time for us to return home.”

“No!” Vaggie spat back as she held Charlie’s hand.

Charlie snarled and replied, “Over my dead body!”

Alastor turned to Lucifer who in turn looked back to Charlie and simply said, “Charlotte…”

“Father, I told you!” Charlie interrupted.  “I love Vaggie.  I don’t care if Alastor tries to eat me.  I’m not leaving her.”

Alastor’s features began to grow more demonic.

“Alastor…” Titoc pleaded.

“I know what I’m doing,” Alastor said in a voice more filled with static.  “The deal’s off, Lucifer.”

Alastor shapeshifted into a deer and charged towards Charlie at top speed.

However, Lucifer was quicker.  He snatched Charlie out of the way at the last second.  

Realizing he missed his targer, Alastor slowed down and shapeshifted back to his normal form.

“ALASTOR!” Lucifer screamed angrily.  

“You and I made a deal, Lucifer,” Alastor said in an upset tone that contradicted his wicked smile.  “Your daughter was to stay away from my wife!”

Lucifer smirked and said, “I’m not exactly a being known for keeping my word.  Am I?  Especially not when it comes to helping anyone against my Antichrist!  I will be honest about this though.  If you try to hurt Charlotte again, you lose your territory and your soul goes straight to the flames!  Know your place, human.”

Meanwhile, Charlie gestured her head for Vaggie to start running.  

Vaggie gave her a sad smile and tried to sneak away, but her grandfather grabbed her arms and held her in place.

“LET ME GO!!!!!!!!!” Vaggie screamed desperately thrashing around.  “STOP!”

“Remember your place, granddaughter,” Titoc rebuked holding Vaggie’s arms back without much effort.  “Your husband is speaking.”

Vaggie began to realize how hopeless her situation was.  Tears filled her eyes as she looked to Lucifer to make one more desperate bargain.

“Your majesty, I will do anything you want!” Vaggie pleaded.  “I’ll be your slave for eternity!  Just don’t let Alastor do this!  Don’t make me go back with him!”

“Please, Father, please!” Charlie pleaded.

Lucifer scoffed and said, “I already have you as a slave.  Now, I command you to keep your husband from hurting Charlie.”

“Burn me then!” Vaggie begged with tears rolling down her face.  “Please!  If you burn me, Alastor will have no reason to hurt Charlie!”

Charlie’s face fell in frightened shock.

Before the Devil could answer, Alastor scoffed and said, “That would only give me more reason to do so.”

“He’s right,” Lucifer replied snapping his fingers instantly causing Vaggie’s hands to be tied behind her back.  “She’s all yours, Alastor.  I’ll be attending your wedding.  Here’s a present for the bride…”

Lucifer snapped his fingers changing Vaggie’s traditional El Salvadoran dress to turn into a vintage short light blue lingerie slip.

“And a present for the groom,” Lucifer said snapping his fingers again conjuring a small container that looked like it contained moisturizer before he handed the item to Alastor and whispered into his ear explaining causing the latter’s smile to grow wider.

“Thank you, Sire!” Alastor said  

“I know how low God made your libido,” Lucifer said.  “Be sure to apply it generously which reminds me…”

Lucifer pointed his staff at Vaggie and allowed a small bolt of energy to blast from his staff straight to Vaggie’s stomach.

In an instant, Vaggie felt a dull pain twist inside where her womb would be and groaned in discomfort.

“Vaggie!” Charlie yelled attempting to rush for her friend before Lucifer held her back.

“Don’t worry, Charlotte,” Lucifer said.  “I’ve only opened her womb.  Now, Alastor and Vaggie will be able to reproduce children without number.”

“You bastard!” Vaggie yelled defiantly.

“What did you expect, whore?” Lucifer replied with a wicked grin.  “I am the original sinner.”

“FATHER!” Charlie yelled angrily.

“I am not fighting Alastor, Charlotte,” Lucifer said coldly.  “Now say bye to your friend.”

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other with tears in their eyes.  Both of them at a loss for what to do.

“Don’t worry, Charlie,” Alastor reassured wrapping an arm around Vaggie’s shoulder.  “I’ll let you visit and I’ll keep sponsoring the hotel if you both behave.  But for now, it’s time to go home.”

“I have a present to present to you as well,” Titoc said.  “May I accompany you home?”

“But of course,” Alastor said formally.  “Just follow me if you please.”

“No!” Vaggie yelled shaking herself out of Alastor’s arms.  “If you think I'm going back with you, you have another thing co...mmph!”

Lucifer had conjured a thick cloth gag around Vaggie’s mouth.

Alastor looked up at the Dark Lord and said, "Thank you, Lucifer.  It's always a pleasure."

Vaggie struggled against the rope binding her wrists together while shouting muffled curses behind her gag.

“Don’t be upset, Vaggie,” Lucifer said while flashing a cruel smirk.  “You get to be a rich man’s wife.  You’ll live in comfort until Judgement Day.”

Charlie couldn’t take it anymore.  She dashed towards Alastor and made a grab for Vaggie.

However, Charlie felt her father’s hands grab her arm and pull her back away from Vaggie, leading Charlie away.

Charlie tried everything to wrench herself from her father’s grip, but nothing worked.

“I won’t give up, Vaggie!” Charlie yelled as Lucifer dragged her away.  “On you or Angel!  I promise!  Pray for me!  I’ll find a way!”

“See you in a few weeks,” Alastor said with a devilish smirk gripping one of Vaggie’s bound arms.  “Don’t be too upset, Charlie, my dear.  I’ll keep sponsoring the hotel as long as you stay away.  You’ll be allowed to visit, too.  You can even help out when Vaggie’s pregnant.”

Vaggie gave a start of disbelief just as the limo pulled up.

Alastor opened the door allowing Titoc to climb in.

Vaggie took the opportunity to make one last break for it, but try as she might, Alastor’s grip remained firm and he pulled her into the limo and shut the door.

Charlie watched helplessly as Alastor, Titoc, and Vaggie drove away in the limo.  She kept watching until they had vanished from sight.

Lucifer then finally let go of his daughter's arm.  Charlie simply broke down, falling to her knees and sobbing.

The Devil tried to place his hand on her shoulder, but Charlie growled at him and flew away.

Lucifer was about to spread his wings and fly after her, but Lilith came out of the shadows and said, "Let her go."

Lucifer looked back at his wife and sighed.

[sokokoko]

Chapter 3: When I'm Not With You

This is me criticising my old work!

Third P.O.V.

~The Underworld~

"Sir. Sir. SIR! Get UP! It's morning time. " The lump under the blanket seemed annoyed or at least irritated as it groaned and changed its position.

Alas it did not get up, but during it's movement it's red tail fell from inside the blanket and hung at the edge of the bed.

Dementia knew she dare not touch a higher ranked demon , especially the prince, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Hopefully the stories of the prince being weak and pathetic were true, because she has never even SEEN the prince.

"Wake UP!!!" Dementia yelled as she yanked the prince's tail fearfully.

========================Daniel's P.O.V. ========================

"Sir. Sir. SIR! Get UP! It's morning time. " At that call I knew I had to be dreaming.

Father never sent any servants into my chambers, heck I had never even SEEN a servant!

I had only ever caught a glimpse of the basement slaves, because down there is where all the torture tools are.

Have you ever been scalded with 200° Fahrenheit hot water? It's not pleasant.

"Wake UP!!!" She yelled yanking my tail, which caused me to fall off my bed. Untangling myself from the blanket I stood up and glared at the servant.

" Hey now! What's the big idea? " I spat realizing it wasn't a dream.

======================== Dementia's P.O.V. ========================

Oh good God Dementia.

Now you've gone and done it. You've ACTUALLY managed to anger the prince. " S-sorry my prince. But your father w-wishes an audience with you. "

Oh Satan's Socks! Now I'm stuttering. I've got to be the worst demon out there!

======================== Daniel's P.O.V. ========================

I had noticed she had turned a bit pale and bit my lip. Oh goodness. Did I scare her?

" Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. " I apologized. " Thank you for informing me. You may see yourself out. "

She stood in place for a few seconds before bowing her head and scurrying out the door.

======================== Dementia's P.O.V. ========================

That was the most polite demon I have ever met.

========================~Time Skip~========================

"You wanted to see me father?" Daniel gulped bowing down to his father.

"I have told you time and time again. You are NOT permitted to call me that."

His father's booming voice rang through the halls and Daniel was sure everyone heard. "Oh. I apologize Sir." Daniel's shaky voice squeaked.

" You will go out into the forest again. But this time you shan't come back until you've killed a deer or at LEAST a fox. Understood? "

"Yes Sir." This is what Daniel's day is built on.

========================~Heaven~========================

Lillith's P.O.V.

" Lillith dear, you have to be graceful. "

"Sweetie, that's not the way."

" You need a new dress, it should be at least ankle length. "

" Hold your head up at a 90° angle and carry these books on your head. "

" An angel is a symbol of perfection. "

"You're not looking so perfect right now..."

And that was my morning. Currently I'm at a weird angel school thing...

" Lillith, can you name the seven deadly sins? " The teacher, as well as the students, hates me.

" Um...pride, uhh greed. E..e..envy! Sloth? And uh-uh. Lint. No! Lust! Lust! " I blushed furiously, embarrassed by my stupid mistake.

" Do you know the OTHER two? " If looks could kill...

"N-no miss." I stuttered lowering my head in shame. "By tomorrow you must know them off by heart."

" What if you were to commit one unknowingly!? You'd be as good as a filthy demon! "

The teacher unknowingly just insulted my Batty Boy. They're not all the same...

"Class dismissed!"

========================~Break Time~========================

" Hey Lillith, you need to be cleansed. " A male angel with black hair and tiny wings called.

Behind him were several others but I focused my attention on the two blondes with buckets.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked dumbly.

They chuckled, chortled and giggled as if was the most obvious thing in the world.

" I'm Tom. I'd like you to meet Hailey and Ben. " Tom shook my hand smiling innocently.

I stepped towards Hailey and Ben to shake their hands, but was hit by a large quantity of water.

It was Hailey. " HAILEY! Why did you --! " I was cut off by something sandy. It tastes like...salt?

THEY WERE POURING SALT ON ME!!! "What's the big idea!? You just poured salt and water on me!"

I glared at Hailey and Ben accusingly.

" We cleansed you with holy water and salt, be grateful. "

" Ya, maybe NOW you'll be a PROPER angel. "

" WATER you getting so mad for? "

" There's no to be so SALTY. "

This is what Lillith's day is built on.

To Be Continued...

… and thank goodness it wasn't.

In my first post, I spoke about trying to work on multiple stories at once. I could never give my attention to one story because I was always opening another one or writing a weekly piece of work or oneshot. As a result, 3-4 chapters is the most I've ever posted on any of my Amino stories. On Wattpad I got to 18 chapters before I got a review and decided to revamp my story. BUT THEN, I felt some security concerns when I saw mirror sites stealing my work so I stopped updating there. I actually planned the story though and the quality difference is STARK. I don't know where I can truly share my work and feel safe but I'm only gonna post the works that aren't my passion projects or have huge potential to become greater. Works and characters that I don't mind putting in danger.

Gosh, that sounds a bit dramatised. Speaking of that, everything is just so exaggerated in this chapter.

Exhibit ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ:

"Hold your head at a 90 degree angle"

"Put some books on your head"

"Be a lady"

"Angels are perfect"

Stupid mistake realistically impossible to make (lint and lust, uh huh)

Evil 'angel' kids suit Lilith's role that was described in the summary better than her

(Ladies should be perfect? Sexism? Idk)

Human names assigned to otherworldly beings

(Archangel Tom tells you 'be not afraid' then throws salt in your eyes)

"Dementia" 💀 (I don't want to talk about this. I thought it sounded like a cool, edgy name. Terribly sorry.)

Mwhaha casual evilness, 'cause demons 🤪🤟

Basement slaves :}

(we are not talking about this. wtf even is that sentence. what did I just read with my eyes?)

(Do they sound evil yet?)

(I know nothing about Fahrenheit)

King of hell asking his son to kill animals for 8 years for no apparent reason (excuse to get rid of him??? still weirdly written) This serves no purpose

He can't call you father? If you're not his father why do you still keep him around?? Suppose he's weak, you literally have no use for him???? You're king??? You can just kill your son, y'know? Why did you reproduce?????? Who? What? Where? Why????

Unknown woman: *pulls his tail, practically throwing him out of bed*

Daniel: oh im terribly sorry I didn't mean to yell. of course, I'll be right there

usually tails are sensitive and their purpose is balance so not only would it hurt like hell (ha) but Danny boy would be feeling all out of wack when he tries to stand

SHE SHOULD APOLOGISE TO HIM. I TRIED TO MAKE DANIEL KIND BUT THATS NOT EVEN JUST KINDNESS AND FORGIVENESS. HES A DOORMAT. SHE WAS WAY OUT OF LINE.

[confusedgoldenflower]

AU-gust 2021 Day One: Ancient Gods… a little to the left

What a Day to be Human!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34263547

Horus/Seth. Horus | Heru/Setekh | Seth. Set in any time really, but mainly Post-Contendings seeing as neither is immediately bloodthirsty. Unrelated to my “An Aftermath Etched into Souls” (I’m working on the next chapter, I swear, writer’s block hasn’t been kind to me!)

NOTES: I feel I should put this first. NONE of this is meant to dis any subculture whatsoever-- “Kero-Len” is just Viper bullshitting also, and I neither endorse nor discourage smoking at this point but please just be aware of what you’re getting yourself--and loved ones--into if you decide to start and that no, you cannot “just stop” when you want.

Anyway. An AU of one of my OTPs but… a tad to the left, in which ancient gods awaken very much not ancient gods and then discover marshmallows. I can’t quite explain that one lol, but I hope you enjoy!

Heru awoke with the sensation he had not been able to pull up from a dive… and as though he was very, extremely ill. But oh, was opening his eyes so much worse. Colors. And figures. Everywhere. And none of them correct.

He aggressively pushed himself to sit on the bed, taking in everything around him all at once and over and over again. The images were overwhelmed in themselves and utterly disconnected from one another, and somehow not even fully attached to the wall! Even the blankets, which were very welcomingly very soft, the only welcome things in this situation, bore such images. His blanket—actually multiple blankets of varying thickness, bore mainly faces. The internal ones, the ones he was closest to when lying in the bed, at least he thought it was still… a bed? were mainly white, red and black bearing at least four distinct faces like he had never seen before. The faces bore seemingly every emotion plausible. The outer, however, was just faces with open mouths and extended tongues. They looked mostly… pleased? He had the impression it was pleasure that the characters were experiencing.

He could not spare more thought to it, so he slowly rose fully from beneath those sheets, feeling insecure in how he could feel his skin move over bones. His gaze then turned a corner where there were multiple, mainly green containers discarded, some others stacked and nearby, open containers that he somehow knew contained food once.

The shendyt, or… bastardisation thereof was also new. But he needed to find out what was happening and how to make it stop. Still, red was not an unbecoming color on him.

He managed to open the door, also overlapped with images of mainly white-skinned and long haired beauties with features to make any spouse prouder than a lion to call theirs. The clothes, still, we’re strange.

“So, good morning,” hummed a deep voice. Heru gasped despite himself and swung his head to stare at a man near him, outside of another door and wearing dark, ripped clothes with poorly painted images and in a style different to anything else he’d seen in the room he’d awakened in. Only then did he realise that there was a noise in the air, a horrible, grating noise. And it was coming from the other man.

This could be detrimental. He had no idea who even he, apparently, was now. Nor how he or this man usually interacted. He had a feeling the two did not have a good relationship, however.

“Hm,” the man cracked a smirk from beneath hair hanging directly into his face as he pulled something away from his ears. The horrible noise got louder.

“Somehow, I’m glad to see I’m not the only one stuck like this. How long since you woke up?”

Heru gaped.

“Setekh?!—what did you do!”

“Wake up, same as you I assume. Had a bit of time and intuition to figure things out—only on this body and time, though. We can read now, have you figured that out? Dejuty can suck my ass!”

Somehow, some way, this was worse than how he had originally woken up.

“What language even is this?!” He demanded finally.

“English, I guess,” Setekh responded flippantly, flicking a wrist to move the overgrown bangs. The bangs fell back into place.

“What is on your face?!”

“What? Anime boy doesn’t like my razor blade liner? I promise I didn’t use one of your katanas… this time.” Setekh teased in return. The cosmetics actually did—somehow—look really good on him.

“Oh, and by the way, apparently we’re roommates that hate each other. Mostly because I keep you up with my angst and you keep me up with your—I mean my music and you with your anime things. You’ve apparently renamed yourself Kero-Len.”

“This isn’t funny, Viper!”

“Aww, you remembered. This has to be a first. I’m so honored!”

Heru swatted at him only to get teased about this “katana” thing. Then thunk. Viper gasped and looked at the floor where the device that had covered his ears then loosely hung around his head now lay.

“If you broke them again, I’m coming after your neko headphones!”

“I don’t even know what half of this shit is!” Heru retorted, gesturing wildly.

Viper regarded him again then just sighed and shook his head. Heru wanted to slap those heat ruined bangs if his off his stupid face.

“Call this part of Isfet then, I guess. I didn’t have a part in any of this—if I did, then why would I want to deal with any of it much else you? But I am a part of Isfet so I suppose your self-righteous, Ma’at-righteous ass is just extraordinary unwilling to… not be in control at all of any of this whatsoever.” Viper shrugged and dug his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans. Heru was not happy to hear it but he could always be angry later, but right now, he only had him with him in this mess.

“… The serpent then?”

“No,” Viper shut down nearly immediately, “already thought about that, and it’s not like it’s had any followers much less enough power to do something like this.”

“You are the greatest barrier to its goal.”

“I am not the only one and they’re not here.”

“How can you be sure?” If Sopdek or the rest of the Ennead had been put into the situation, it would be an unimaginable outcome.

“Well,” Viper began as if he was the smartest in the room. Heru ignored that he may as well be in that moment.

“It’s five pm and all of creation is still here, putting aside the many other religions. Us roommates conveniently have a group chat—which you’re usually useless in, by the way.” Viper snickered.

“This is all by way to tell me everyone else has been going on through the day as normal.”

Viper made a gesture that portended “well, duh.”

“Will you be trying to contact your mother or…?”

Heru glowered openly, “so I am to do everything then?”

The modelled brow uncovered by the bangs rose.

“I have, in since waking, compiled all of this information. We are—or at least I am only human here. I can’t feel or do anything like I’m usually accustomed to. I have tried. Nothing was accomplished. Unless they’re just being stuffy and being opposed to weed for some reason—I don’t suppose you got any incense in your room, hidden somewhere behind the little anime girls?”

Oh, that is what that feeling is, “I… am the same, and I don’t think I have anything like that.”

“I already basically ransacked the place. Nothing. Not even a spiritual roommate, go figure. Anyway. If she gets stuffy or whatever, tell me what she wants and I can ask Devon to grab it then send him a Venmo.”

A spike of anxiety shot through him. What if the others weren’t being “stuffy” at being contacted by once-Setekh-now-Viper, what if he just couldn’t reach them. Or they couldn’t listen. Or they weren’t there.

“You mentioned ‘other religions?’”

“It’s nothing new, Princey-Poo. Rise and fall. Live and die. Of course it would change over time. Monotheism has taken the lead currently but I feel like it’s gonna turn to atheism pretty soon.”

It was flippant like before but Viper’s tone held a comforting note.

“I even tried to contact myself but that didn’t work either. I was actually about to try a ‘blood sacrifice to Satan’ when I heard you woke up. Wasn’t expecting anything, so imagine my delight when you’d just looked at me like a poor little deer in headlights. Adorable. Shit, I coulda taken a picture.”

“I-ok, ok. Turn off that racket before I sacrifice you, then I’ll try. Mother shouldn’t ignore me for any reason. Dubious, I’m sure she’ll be but….” He couldn’t let his mind turn to the darkness.

Viper leaned down to snatch up his headphones, music stopping a moment thereafter.

“But I gotta stress, I am NOT entering that room. I don’t trust it.”

That got Heru’s attention enough for him to shoot a glower at the man near him. He angrily just agreed then followed a very smug Viper into the adjacent room. It was the opposite of the one he’d awoken in, as if a nightmare had been given physical form and disemboweled within the four walls. Black. Almost void looking. There were posters--the new word and concept seeming innate despite how foreign it was to him, of real people in similar clothes and makeup as Viper with large, gnarly letters spelling out the band names. Faux blood splatter on one wall, decorated more with skeletons. More band posters. A pair of pants hanging up that did not look washed in a while and tattered in a way only multiply-patched clothes can look. An electric guitar. Speakers. Chains. A lot of chains. Flowers, roses, here and there.

“Oh, you have to try these, I’ve been eating them all day!” A wrinkly bag was shoved into his chest. He looked despondently at Viper.

“You know,” Viper encouraged, “marshmallows!” He then left Heru to clutch the bag cluelessly as he settled on the airbed on the floor with one in his hand and a lighter in the other. The lighter was lit and the marshmallow held in the flame by lanky fingers.

“That’s fire,” was all he managed to say. Viper ignored him, continuing to maneuver the marshmallow and the flame. The thing caught on fire with a sizzling blackness. To his horror, Viper continued to rotate it until it was more charcoal than anything then, and only then, did he blow it out. Blew on it a couple more times. Then popped it into his mouth!

“Ah, jus’ like synonym used to make!” Viper mumbled and giggled. Heru understood it as a joke, though not one he ever understood well.

“Well?” Vipper aggressively patted the space next to him on the foot of his saggy bed. Heru sat down and almost dazedly pulled a white, squashed cylinder out of the bag and put it into his mouth. He liked the gowey-ness, not so much--oh, wait, that was good!

“Even better toasted!” Viper chirped.

Slowly, he offered the bag back to him. Viper quickly set to toasting another one.

“What’s this ‘katana’ shit you keep talking about?”

Viper visibly glitched, “bro!” He drawled and sat back in a distressed, disbelieving sort of display.

“You only have, like, ten. And named each one of ‘em too but hey, each to their own, right.”

“But with the eyeliner--,” then he somehow saw himself looking for, buying, unboxing and naming each eastern sword, “nevermind.”

“There it is!” Viper remarked, and handed over a crispy marshmallow, “it gets sticky easy too so be careful--in case you haven’t remembered that part yet.”

He glowered again but then didn’t exactly want to handle the thing… but it did smell so, so good over the scent of burning Viper flesh. Idiot probably lost all feeling in those two fingers by then. Dumbass.

Everything’s already so messed up so… “ah, fuck it.” He didn’t bother with his hands and just took it from Viper with his mouth. The other seemed as thrilled as he was by the choked sound that left him, but he couldn’t bring himself to notice because the crisp, warm, gowey-ness was so much better than just gowey-ness.

He looked back to the flame-wielder in expectation of more. For a moment they just stared at one another.

“Well, shit!” Viper mumbled as he snatched the back back. An almost empty bag.

“Please tell me there’s more.”

Viper’s shoulders sagged, “no and Devon refuses to stop just for marshmallows! The humanity of it all!” He lamented though not as dramatically as he probably would have if he wasn’t currently handling fire.

“What if I ask too?”

“Won’t help.”

“Oh, but Devon’ll go out for incense and his special fucking Jule? I see how it is.”

Viper snickered and quoted in a silly voice, “‘well, watermelon flavor is just superior, you know. I don’t know why I have to keep telling you.’”

Heru giggled, “oh, great Watermelon Lord, would’st thou’st bestow unto me, ye humble servant, but a scrap-nay a crumb, of thou’st’s good will!”

Viper laughed around the freshly singed marshmallow in his mouth as he fished around for another. He shoulder checked Heru which somehow only made him laugh harder. Neither laughing boy managed to finish cooking that one marshmallow.

I'm an outsider looking in on those two subcultures so if I got something wrong, please do correct. Again, none of it is meant to be derogatory.

Heru says none of the anime paraphernalia is "correct" because it's distinctly NOT what he's used to and so, therefore, incorrect in where (and when) he should be. If you woke up in a strange place and time, you'd be judgmental too. The spousal mention thing is because, well, just look at ancient Aphrodite artifacts, some features are and have been considered more fertile which was very important in the ancient world/beliefs. So it'd make sense he'd look at some of that and go, "fair... fair."--Not trying to open up an argument, just saying! I'm personally tired of all the sexualization in anime but, "hey, each to their own, right."

Meanwhile, Setekh was having a good time just blowing out his ear drums and chilling, mostly. Y'know, in between trying to talk to someone and figuring out what the hell had just happened to him (and as he later learns, them)--oh, yeah, and that nap he took at some point. But he's digging the aesthetic and the music. XD

Heru: oh my mother, where am I, what happened?! Meanwhile Setekh: *head-banging on the other side of the wall*

I just-- XD

Devon's got the LED TikTok lights in case anyone's wondering....

[diaryofjustinantonio]

Survey 2

1: Name - Justin Anthony 2: Age - 24 3: 3 Fears - worms, the paranormal, loneliness 4: 3 things I love - Jordan, puppies, good food 5: 4 turns on - being dominated, hardcore making out, having him finish inside me, dirty talking 6: 4 turns off - bad smells, rudeness for absolutely no reason, incompatibility when it comes to values, violence 7: My best friend - Delphine, Karla, Juliann :) 8: Which part of the world are you from? - I’m from Canada but I was born in a country in Eastern Europe which shall be unnamed for now lol 9: Best part of 2014? - Uh...2021 now lol, but best part of 2014 was switching to a different high school. Best part of 2021 was this summer. :) 10: How tall am I - 5′7 or 5′8 11: What do I miss - my baby/Jordan 12: What time were I born - 16h55 13: Favorite color - Sky blue 14: Do I have a crush - Yeah lol I have a crush on my boyfriend same way he has a crush on me. 15: Favorite quote - “La douleur passe mais la beauté reste.” (The pain passes but the beauty remains.” 16: Favorite place - Any large park; if I can pick a place I’ve never been it would be Lake Bled in Slovenia 17: Favorite food - Lasagna and plov 18: Do I use sarcasm - Sometimes 19: What am I listening to right now - Lo Que Construimos by Natalia Lafourcade 20: First thing I notice in new person - Their eyes and smile 21: Shoe size - Depends honestly haha, I’m between 8.5 to a 10 22: Eye color - Hazel green 23: Hair color - Brown 24: Favorite style of clothing - Flannel and skinny jeans (jeans and a nice top lol) 25: Ever done a prank call? - Nah 27: Meaning behind my URL - It is what is lol 28: Favorite movie - I really like Salt (most recent movie I watched) but I think I have a preference for Disney 29: Favorite song - Goodnight n Go and Dia de Enero 30: Favorite band - Girls Generation 31: How I feel right now - Relaxing lol 32: Someone I love - My family, friends and of course, Jordan 33: My current relationship status - In a relationship...hopefully this changes to engaged soon 34: My relationship with my parents - I love them and I know they’re proud of me 35: Favorite holiday - Christmas and St-Jean 36: Tattoos and piercing i have - None for now 37: Tattoos and piercing i want - Heart tattoo and tattoo of all my identities 38: The reason I joined Tumblr - Boredom lol 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? - Hmm, Kyle and I do talk but I’m not interested in him anymore 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - Yeah :) 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - Lol yeah, I kiss Jordan everyday 42: When did I last hold hands? - This morning when Jordan and I woke up, we held hands and cuddled 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - When it’s busy, it takes about 45 minutes to 1 hour...during the weekend or if I want to sleep in, I want to be with my baby the whole morning lol 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? - Yeah haha, I try to do it everyday or every other day for sexy time 45: Where am I right now? - In bed lol 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? - Jordan or one of my friends lol 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - Between those 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - Nah 49: Am I excited for anything? - Jordan and I are graduating soon 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - Yeah, my best friends 51: How often do I wear a fake smile? - I have to lol 52: When was the last time I hugged someone? - This morning, hugging my baby 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? - Uh, I’d be like “hey babe how was your day” lol 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? - I don’t know 55: What is something I disliked about today? - Raining haha 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - Marie Curie 57: What do I think about most? - The future 58: What’s my strangest talent? - Remembering every country in the world 59: Do I have any strange phobias? - Worms... 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - Both 61: What was the last lie I told? - Can’t remember lol 62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - Texting would be ideal but video chatting would be better 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - Ghosts and aliens yeah but they’re not scary 64: Do I believe in magic? - Yes 65: Do I believe in luck? - Yes 66: What’s the weather like right now? - Raining but it’s gonna be clear soon 67: What was the last book I’ve read? - One of my textbooks probably, or if not school-related it’s probably a cookbook 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? - Nah, ew 69: Do I have any nicknames? - Jus, Just, Anthony, and (by my boyfriend:) baby/babe, cutie 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? - Stepping on a nail when I was a kid 71: Do I spend money or save it? - Both 72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? - No 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? - Nah 74: Favorite animal? - Dogs and deer 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - Making out and making love with my boyfriend 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? - Putin and Erdogan 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - Goodnight n Go by Ariana Grande 78: How can you win my heart? - Do little actions of love 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? - Here lies Justin Anthony Joven-Robillard, civil servant, musician, engineer, physicist, and an inspiration 80: What is my favorite word? - Babe/Baby 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr - Idk lol 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - We’re only here in this world for a short time, so love one another, make the most out of it, and ensure the next generation will enjoy the same things you enjoyed. 83: Do I have any relatives in jail? - Nah 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? - Teleportation, this would be the best ability to have omg 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - “Where were you born” 86: What is my current desktop picture? - a pic of me and my boyfriend with our dogs 87: Had sex? - Yeah like everyday lol 88: Bought condoms? - Yeah 89: Gotten pregnant? - Uh I’m a guy but my boyfriend tries to get me pregnant everyday regardless  90: Failed a class? - Yeah 91: Kissed a boy? - Yeah 92: Kissed a girl? - No 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? - Yeah ❤ 94: Had job? - Yeah a lot 95: Left the house without my wallet? - Rarely but yeah 96: Bullied someone on the internet? - No I don’t think so 97: Had sex in public? - Lol yeah 98: Played on a sports team? - Yeah 99: Smoked weed? - Yeah 100: Did drugs? - Yeah 101: Smoked cigarettes? - Like 2x 102: Drank alcohol? - Yeah 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - Tried it a couple of times...not for me, my boyfriend is a carnivore and meat and dairy are a huge part of my cultures 104: Been overweight? - Yeah 105: Been underweight? - Yeah 106: Been to a wedding? - Yeah 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? - Yeah all the time 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? - Yeah 109: Been outside my home country? - Yeah 110: Gotten my heart broken? - Yeah 111: Been to a professional sports game? - Yeah 112: Broken a bone? - No 113: Cut myself? - No 114: Been to prom? - Yeah 115: Been in airplane? - Yeah 116: Fly by helicopter? - Nah 117: What concerts have I been to? - Ariana Grande 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? - Lol I’m in love with my boyfriend so yeah 119: Learned another language? - Yeah, like 10 lol 120: Wore make up? - Very very rarely 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? - Yeah 122: Had oral sex? - Yeah 123: Dyed my hair? - Yeah 124: Voted in a presidential election? - We have parliamentary elections in Canada but yeah 125: Rode in an ambulance? - No 126: Had a surgery? - Yeah 127: Met someone famous? - Yeah 128: Stalked someone on a social network? - Yeah 129: Peed outside? - Yeah 130: Been fishing? - Yeah 131: Helped with charity? - Yeah 132: Been rejected by a crush? - Nah 133: Broken a mirror? - No 134: What do I want for birthday? - An engagement ring and just 2 or 3 weeks of silence and tranqulity with my boyfriend lol

[head-and-heart]

The 100 Ask Game

Thanks for the tag @istilldothiseveryday ! This looks fun :)

1. What would you get arrested for on the Ark? 

Protests? Can you get arrested for that on the Ark?

I dunno. I have a very strong personality I’d probably get into to some kind of trouble politically on the Ark 2. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground? 

Nah. I’m very much alike with Clarke in the way I think and as much as I may like to stick my middle finger up at the council if I was sent down on the dropship, I think I would see the value in having the Ark (aka. a functioning society) follow us down to the ground. I would be scared out of my mind of the Grounders - back up would be nice. 3. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..) 

Probably a mangled mess of metal cause I’d shut down that shit SO hard

4. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be? 

Maya. I understand that her surviving doesn’t really make any sense and they needed her to die for jasper’s arc or whatever BUT TBH SHE HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL??? Like, I stanned her team-up with Bellamy so hard; I’d literally sell my soul to satan for her to be incorporated into the delinquent’s group. Can you imagine her suiting up and going on hunting missions with Harper? Attending Lincoln and Bell’s sparring lessons? Sharing her music with Gina at the bar????? Helping out Abby and Jackson in medical???? Having heart to hearts with Clarke about her mom (and Clarke’s dad), who both died rebelling against the system??? Cracking jokes with Monty?? imagine if she went up to space with the squad, and what their relationship could have been like then! She could be their medic on board. 

People always simplify Maya to her relationship with Jasper (and yes they were cute) but SHE COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH MORE. She was smart and courageous and selfless - she had fire and wit and strength and i m i s s her. 

She’ll never see Earth, never breathe real air, never float on the water, never meet Riley 

We’ll never get to see her grow up and it makes me sad

5. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they? 

Raven and Monty because they’re GENIUSES obviously.

Lincoln and Bellamy so I don’t fucking DIE lmao - I know they got my back (my poor boys - both too selfless for their own good)

Clarke cause the Angry Cat game is strong and she’s got a real knack for not dying even when she should, probably, be 110% dead 6. Minty or Briller? 

Briller. Tragically, Bryan only started to interest me in 4x02 when they gave him more dimension by visiting farm station. 

Also ... how can you say no to chickens?  7. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!)

Uhhh. Keit? Kayt? 

What a lame name 8. Thoughts on Finn? Some people hate him, and others love him, so I’m curious

i don’t know him

9. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does? 

I doubt I would take it. Unknown drug with unknown effects? Sounds pretty sketch. I don’t see myself going for that - I’m a generally skeptical person. 10. What character do you relate to most & What character do you like the least not including the obvious ones like Pike, etc… 

Definitely relate the most to my INTJ queen Clarke Griffin! 

And Octavia is probably my least favourite character. I can see why some people like her and the merit in her character arc I guess but tbh she just IRRITATES me to no end - she has certain characteristics that really grate at me. Obviously, some characters are horrible people (like Dr. Tsing ew) but Octavia just infuriates me because of some of her characteristics.

She’s not for me. 11. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical) 

Something practical cause I’m boring. 

Cargo pants. Ark-issued t-shirt. And a nice warm jacket. The jackets the characters wear on this show are pathetic - they barely look like they keep the wind out. And only Bellamy zips his up. smh vancouver is colder than it looks - all that humidity

As for a trademark thing? 

I’d be the only arker with an “I <3 BELLAMY BLAKE” t shirt probably

12. Favorite type of mutant animal?

Bellamy’s three-headed doggo he hasn’t found yet

anyway i still have hope

13. What would your job be on the Ark? 

I think I’d follow in Raven/Monty’s paths a bit and go into something mathematical like engineering but knowing myself I’d probably end up moving into politics later on. I have too many strong opinions to put up with the Ark system lol 14. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked?

Oh HELL no. I’d probably throw up all over it. I’m sorry Clarke. It’s not like that’s ACTUALLY how blood transfusions work anyway *intense side-eye at The 100 “science”* 15. If Lxa wasn’t Heda, but she’s still alive right? then who would make the best commander? 

None of them. Bellamy x Clarke leadership duo. I don’t care about the Grounder commander system - it’s all kinda bs anyway. 

None of the individual leaders on this show have done a good job. They’ve always functioned best as a team (which is why I want the Bellarke leader couple back) 16. If you were a grounder, then where would you live and who would be your mentor? 

I mean I know she went all cray cray and they all died but probably Luna’s rig. I don’t want shit to do with the other clans, who are always warring with each other. And I think Nyko would be a pretty good mentor. I’d like to learn medicine.  17. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty? 

Let’s be real, I’d probably start crying about how Bellamy and Clarke are in love and wHy cAn’T tHeY jUSt bAnG aLrEAdY ... and Finn would be real mad about it if he was in charge of picking my ass off the floor like in “Day Trip” 

ha! I think it would be worth it 18. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake? 

I mean ... I definitely wouldn’t lead a manhunt to kill a thirteen year old girl so I can say with a lot of confidence that I would NOT follow the Murphy route. Not so sure I’d just pardon her though. I think the delinquents needed some kind of prison system. Charlotte did murder a kid. Even though she was a child, there probably should have been some kind of consequence for that (though not killing her would be ideal) 19. Who should be the Chancellor, if anyone? 

Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin co-leading motherfucking power couple

I will accept no less in canon. just let me fucking have this

20. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod)What is the one thing you would snatch while there? 

Oh, the iPod for sure. I literally don’t know if I could live without music. I’m listening to it ALL the time - I’m listening to it right now. RAIGN is playing *cries in Bellarke* 21. Do you think you’d have caught the virus spread through camp or would you have been immune like O.ctavia? 

I’m a weak ass bitch so probably 

and on the basis that I don’t like any of the people who ARE immune then maybe I don’t wanna be - what’s the point of surviving in a world where you’ve only got Finn Collins and O.ctavia Blake for company?  22. What would your grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint? 

I want whatever makeup L.exa’s got from Polisephora. You think she’d share some of that eyeliner? 23. Favorite quote? 

“Shouldn’t there be more to life than just surviving?” - Clarke Griffin (2x14)

24. Can you forgive Murphy for his actions? How about Bellamy?

Yeah. I feel like we’re kind of past this point in the plot. They’ve both showed development and change and I think we’re definitely at a place in the story where both of them are intended as sympathetic characters to the audience. 25. If one of the characters was in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning? NOOOOO ALREADY SO MUCH DEATH NOOOO 

I’m going to answer this as if all of our characters were thrown into the ring and I have to predict which one would win. 

I wanna say Octavia because I think she’s independent and - er - determined enough to take out someone she knows if it came down to being the two of them to grant her own freedom and survival. Whereas, someone like Clarke or Bellamy or Kane would probably just nightlock it cause they’re self-sacrificial af. 

But then I also think maybe Murphy ‘cause cockroaches never die (thank you Raven). 26. Least favorite ship? Favorite ship? NOT INCLUDING CL OR BC 

Least favourite ship that people actually like? (aka. not something like Clarke and Jaha)

Probably B.echo (as a romantic relationship, not necessarily sexual). Hate to be basic and predictable but I think I would actually die if it were endgame.

FAVOURITE SHIP THAT ISN’T BELLARKE

how dare

If you asked me this a few months ago I would have told ya Niytavia but now that we’ve gotten more teasers about Octavia’s character in Season 5 I’m not sure if I want her anywhere near her (I like Niylah when she’s hot, but not cooked, ya feel?)

So maybe Jasper and Raven. Idk. I liked their friendship. Still bitter about Season 4.

I don’t really ship anything besides Bellarke that much. They’re an anomaly for me. 27. A song that should be included in the next season, like when Radioactive was? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo? 

Tbh RAIGN goes hard af so anything by her would be pretty lit. 

I mostly only associate songs I listen to with Bellarke when I’m applying them to the show so I’ve got like 100+ songs that I would love to use for them but its hard to think of a context where they would fit in with the tone of the show

And I want Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir to cameo. They don’t need to say anything - they just need to stare soulfully into each other’s eyes in the background. 

... or makeout

Whatever. 28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time? 

Steal the wine. Have karaoke battles. Drunkenly cry because RaVEn iS sO sTrONg and sO gOoD (and he would cry with me - he WOULD). 

Gossip about Bellamy’s butt.

The possibilities are endless, really. 

29. Opinion on Emori? Roan? 

I don’t really have a strong opinion on Emori. I feel like our knowledge of her is still so limited. She’s still barely interacted with anyone besides Murphy. But I’m guessing that may change in Season 5. I’d like to see her interact more with Bellamy, since they both have siblings (and Emori was the disgraced child too, just like O). Not many people can relate in that sense.

I really liked Roan but TO BE HONEST I found him more intriguing in Season 3 than in Season 4. He was literally up there in like my top four or five characters in Season 3 - I was so excited to learn more about him! In Season 4 he didn’t have much of a character arc, he was just kind of there to look moody and badass.

But honestly Roan is one of those characters that I don’t think was necessarily intended to be funny (as opposed to characters like Jasper and Wick) but his interactions with Clarke, Bellamy, and Echo offered up the occasional piece of comedy gold. He went too soon. Forever mourning the bromance that he and Bellamy could have had.

30. Would you want to be an extra that is killed off in a brutal way? 

I wanna be Satisfied Girl.

Or Riley. Everyone loves that guy

so ... no? maybe? does it come with the job? 31. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of?

CADOGAN. @metastation has ruined me; now I just want more!

Also any of the Eligius crew tbh 32. A character you’d bang? 

Omg like all of them.

Bellamy and Raven are up there tho. 

And highkey Bree could get it. She looks like she knows what she’s doing.

Echo’s hot but i dunno chains and choking aren’t really my thing

Anywayyyyy I’m way too late to the party so I won’t tag anyone but like if you feel like doing this GO AHEAD ! And you can tag me in your post if you want too

[dfroza]

would you have arrested them?

or would you have a change of heart, to be changed by Light?

as Paul states the case of his heart this is what we see in Today’s reading of chapter 26 in the book of Acts that is paired with Zechariah 13

with 26 mirroring the 26th letter Z of the alphabet and 13 being half of that, as well as reflecting upon the timeframe of my work at P&C of 1 year and 3 months Today

and i do feel that writing is a significant work that points to Light and its rebirth

True illumination (inside, Anew)

chapter 26 of Acts:

“I Couldn’t Just Walk Away”

Agrippa spoke directly to Paul: “Go ahead—tell us about yourself.”

Paul took the stand and told his story. “I can’t think of anyone, King Agrippa, before whom I’d rather be answering all these Jewish accusations than you, knowing how well you are acquainted with Jewish ways and all our family quarrels.

“From the time of my youth, my life has been lived among my own people in Jerusalem. Practically every Jew in town who watched me grow up—and if they were willing to stick their necks out they’d tell you in person—knows that I lived as a strict Pharisee, the most demanding branch of our religion. It’s because I believed it and took it seriously, committed myself heart and soul to what God promised my ancestors—the identical hope, mind you, that the twelve tribes have lived for night and day all these centuries—it’s because I have held on to this tested and tried hope that I’m being called on the carpet by the Jews. They should be the ones standing trial here, not me! For the life of me, I can’t see why it’s a criminal offense to believe that God raises the dead.

“I admit that I didn’t always hold to this position. For a time I thought it was my duty to oppose this Jesus of Nazareth with all my might. Backed with the full authority of the high priests, I threw these believers—I had no idea they were God’s people!—into the Jerusalem jail right and left, and whenever it came to a vote, I voted for their execution. I stormed through their meeting places, bullying them into cursing Jesus, a one-man terror obsessed with obliterating these people. And then I started on the towns outside Jerusalem.

“One day on my way to Damascus, armed as always with papers from the high priests authorizing my action, right in the middle of the day a blaze of light, light outshining the sun, poured out of the sky on me and my companions. Oh, King, it was so bright! We fell flat on our faces. Then I heard a voice in Hebrew: ‘Saul, Saul, why are you out to get me? Why do you insist on going against the grain?’

“I said, ‘Who are you, Master?’

“The voice answered, ‘I am Jesus, the One you’re hunting down like an animal. But now, up on your feet—I have a job for you. I’ve handpicked you to be a servant and witness to what’s happened today, and to what I am going to show you.

“‘I’m sending you off to open the eyes of the outsiders so they can see the difference between dark and light, and choose light, see the difference between Satan and God, and choose God. I’m sending you off to present my offer of sins forgiven, and a place in the family, inviting them into the company of those who begin real living by believing in me.’

“What could I do, King Agrippa? I couldn’t just walk away from a vision like that! I became an obedient believer on the spot. I started preaching this life-change—this radical turn to God and everything it meant in everyday life—right there in Damascus, went on to Jerusalem and the surrounding countryside, and from there to the whole world.

“It’s because of this ‘whole world’ dimension that the Jews grabbed me in the Temple that day and tried to kill me. They want to keep God for themselves. But God has stood by me, just as he promised, and I’m standing here saying what I’ve been saying to anyone, whether king or child, who will listen. And everything I’m saying is completely in line with what the prophets and Moses said would happen: One, the Messiah must die; two, raised from the dead, he would be the first rays of God’s daylight shining on people far and near, people both godless and God-fearing.”

That was too much for Festus. He interrupted with a shout: “Paul, you’re crazy! You’ve read too many books, spent too much time staring off into space! Get a grip on yourself, get back in the real world!”

But Paul stood his ground. “With all respect, Festus, Your Honor, I’m not crazy. I’m both accurate and sane in what I’m saying. The king knows what I’m talking about. I’m sure that nothing of what I’ve said sounds crazy to him. He’s known all about it for a long time. You must realize that this wasn’t done behind the scenes. You believe the prophets, don’t you, King Agrippa? Don’t answer that—I know you believe.”

But Agrippa did answer: “Keep this up much longer and you’ll make a Christian out of me!”

Paul, still in chains, said, “That’s what I’m praying for, whether now or later, and not only you but everyone listening today, to become like me—except, of course, for this prison jewelry!”

The king and the governor, along with Bernice and their advisors, got up and went into the next room to talk over what they had heard. They quickly agreed on Paul’s innocence, saying, “There’s nothing in this man deserving prison, let alone death.”

Agrippa told Festus, “He could be set free right now if he hadn’t requested the hearing before Caesar.”

The Book of Acts, Chapter 26 (The Message)

and an act of cleansing is seen written about in chapter 13 of Zechariah:

[Washing Away Sins]

“On the Big Day, a fountain will be opened for the family of David and all the leaders of Jerusalem for washing away their sins, for scrubbing their stained and soiled lives clean.

“On the Big Day”—this is God-of-the-Angel-Armies speaking—“I will wipe out the store-bought gods, erase their names from memory. People will forget they ever heard of them. And I’ll get rid of the prophets who polluted the air with their diseased words. If anyone dares persist in spreading diseased, polluting words, his very own parents will step in and say, ‘That’s it! You’re finished! Your lies about God put everyone in danger,’ and then they’ll stab him to death in the very act of prophesying lies about God—his own parents, mind you!

“On the Big Day, the lying prophets will be publicly exposed and humiliated. Then they’ll wish they’d never swindled people with their ‘visions.’ No more masquerading in prophet clothes. But they’ll deny they’ve even heard of such things: ‘Me, a prophet? Not me. I’m a farmer—grew up on the farm.’ And if someone says, ‘And so where did you get that black eye?’ they’ll say, ‘I ran into a door at a friend’s house.’

“Sword, get moving against my shepherd,

against my close associate!”

Decree of God-of-the-Angel-Armies.

“Kill the shepherd! Scatter the sheep!

The back of my hand against even the lambs!

All across the country”—God’s Decree—

“two-thirds will be devastated

and one-third survive.

I’ll deliver the surviving third to the refinery fires.

I’ll refine them as silver is refined,

test them for purity as gold is tested.

Then they’ll pray to me by name

and I’ll answer them personally.

I’ll say, ‘That’s my people.’

They’ll say, ‘God—my God!’”

The Book of Zechariah, Chapter 13 (The Message)

to be accompanied by the writing of Today’s Psalms and Proverbs for Wednesday, january 22 of 2020 (Psalm 22 and Proverbs 22) along with Psalm 33 for the 33rd day of Winter

where an ancient picture of the Cross is seen by which we “believe...” in its cleansing of our own sins in the here, & now

the 31 verses of Psalm 22:

[A Prophetic Portrait of the Cross]

For the Pure and Shining One

King David’s song of anguish

To the tune of “The Deer at the Dawning of the Day”

God, my God!

Why would you abandon me now?

Why do you remain distant,

refusing to answer my tearful cries in the day

and my desperate cries for your help in the night?

I can’t stop sobbing.

Where are you, my God?

Yet I know that you are most holy; it’s indisputable.

You are God-Enthroned, surrounded with songs,

living among the shouts of praise of your princely people.

Our fathers’ faith was in you—

through the generations they trusted and believed in you

and you came through.

Every time they cried out to you in their despair,

you were faithful to deliver them;

you didn’t disappoint them.

But look at me now; I am like a woeful worm,

crushed, and I’m bleeding crimson.

I don’t even look like a man anymore.

I’ve been abused, despised, and scorned by everyone!

Mocked by their jeers, despised with their sneers,

as all the people poke fun at me, spitting their insults,

saying, “Is this the one who trusted in God?

Is this the one who claims God is pleased with him?

Now let’s see if your God will come to your rescue!

We’ll just see how much he delights in you!”

Lord, you delivered me safely from my mother’s womb.

You are the one who cared for me ever since I was a baby.

Since the day I was born, I’ve been placed in your custody.

You’ve cradled me throughout my days.

I’ve trusted in you and you’ve always been my God.

So don’t leave me now; stay close to me!

For trouble is all around me and there’s no one else to help me.

I’m surrounded by many violent foes;

mighty forces of evil are swirling around me

who want to break me to bits and destroy me.

Curses pour from their mouths!

They’re like ravenous, roaring lions tearing their prey.

Now I’m completely exhausted; I’m spent.

Every joint of my body has been pulled apart.

My courage has vanished and

my inward parts have melted away.

I’m so thirsty and parched—dry as a bone.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

And now you’ve left me in the dust for dead.

They have pierced my hands and my feet.

Like a pack of wild dogs they tear at me,

swirling around me with their hatred.

They gather around me like lions to pin[g] my hands and feet.

All my bones stick out.

Look at how they all gloat over me and stare!

With a toss of the dice they divide my clothes among themselves,

gambling for my garments!

Lord, my God, please don’t stay far away.

For you are my only might and strength.

Won’t you come quickly to my rescue?

Give me back my life.

Save me from this violent death.

Save my precious one and only

from the power of these demons!

Save me from all the power of the enemy,

from this roaring lion raging against me

and the power of his dark horde.

I will praise your name before all my brothers;

as my people gather I will praise you in their midst.

Lovers of Yahweh, praise him!

Let all the true seed of Jacob glorify him with your praises.

Stand in awe of him, all you princely people,

the offspring of Israel!

For he has not despised my cries of deep despair.

He’s my first responder to my sufferings,

and he didn’t look the other way when I was in pain.

He was there all the time, listening to the song of the afflicted.

You’re the reason for my praise; it comes from you and goes to you.

I will keep my promise to praise you before all who fear you

among the congregation of your people.

I will invite the poor and broken,

and they will come and eat until satisfied.

Bring Yahweh praise and you will find him.

Your hearts will overflow with life forever!

From the four corners of the earth,

the peoples of the world will remember and return to the Lord.

Every nation will come and worship him.

For the Lord is King of all, who takes charge of all the nations.

There they are! They’re worshiping!

The wealthy of this world will feast in fellowship with him

right alongside the humble of heart,

bowing down to the dust, forsaking their own souls.

They will all come and worship this worthy King!

His spiritual seed shall serve him.

Future generations will hear from us

about the wonders of the Sovereign Lord.

His generation yet to be born will glorify him.

And they will all declare, “It is finished!”

The Book of Psalms, Poem 22 (The Passion Translation)

and the 22 verses of Psalm 33:

Release your heart’s joy in sweet music to the Eternal.

When the upright passionately sing glory-filled songs to Him, everything is in its right place.

Worship the Eternal with your instruments, strings offering their praise;

write awe-filled songs to Him on the 10-stringed harp.

Sing to Him a new song;

play each the best way you can,

and don’t be afraid to be bold with your joyful feelings.

For the word of the Eternal is perfect and true;

His actions are always faithful and right.

He loves virtue and equity;

the Eternal’s love fills the whole earth.

The unfathomable cosmos came into being at the word of the Eternal’s imagination, a solitary voice in endless darkness.

The breath of His mouth whispered the sea of stars into existence.

He gathers every drop of every ocean as in a jar,

securing the ocean depths as His watery treasure.

Let all people stand in awe of the Eternal;

let every man, woman, and child live in wonder of Him.

For He spoke, and all things came into being.

A single command from His lips, and all creation obeyed and stood its ground.

The Eternal cripples the schemes of the other nations;

He impedes the plans of rival peoples.

The Eternal’s purposes will last to the end of time;

the thoughts of His heart will awaken and stir all generations.

The nation whose True God is the Eternal is truly blessed;

fortunate are all whom He chooses to inherit His legacy.

The Eternal peers down from heaven

and watches all of humanity;

He observes every soul

from His divine residence.

He has formed every human heart, breathing life into every human spirit;

He knows the deeds of each person, inside and out.

A king is not delivered by the might of his army.

Even the strongest warrior is not saved by his own strength.

A horse is not the way to victory;

its great strength cannot rescue.

Listen, the eye of the Eternal is upon those who live in awe of Him,

those who hope in His steadfast love,

That He may save them from the darkness of the grave

and be kept alive during the lean seasons.

We live with hope in the Eternal. We wait for Him,

for He is our Divine Help and Impenetrable Shield.

Our hearts erupt with joy in Him

because we trust His holy name.

O Eternal, drench us with Your endless love,

even now as we wait for You.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 33 (The Voice)

[Proverbs 22]

A beautiful reputation is more to be desired than great riches, and to be esteemed by others is more honorable than to own immense investments.

The rich and the poor have one thing in common: the Lord God created each one.

A prudent person with insight foresees danger coming and prepares himself for it. But the senseless rush blindly forward and suffer the consequences.

Laying your life down in tender surrender before the Lord will bring life, prosperity, and honor as your reward.

Twisted and perverse lives are surrounded by demonic influence. If you value your soul, stay far away from them.

Dedicate your children to God and point them in the way that they should go, and the values they’ve learned from you will be with them for life.

If you borrow money with interest, you’ll end up serving the interests of your creditors, for the rich rule over the poor.

Sin is a seed that brings a harvest; you’ll reap a heap of trouble with every seed you plant. For your investment in sins pays a full return–the full punishment you deserve!

When you are generous to the poor, you are enriched with blessings in return.

Say goodbye to a troublemaker and you’ll say goodbye to quarrels, strife, tension, and arguments, for a troublemaker traffics in shame.

The Lord loves those whose hearts are holy, and he is the friend of those whose ways are pure.

God passionately watches over his deep reservoir of revelation-knowledge, but he subverts the lies of those who pervert the truth.

A slacker always has an excuse for not working—like “I can’t go to work. There’s a lion outside!And murderers too!”

Sex with an adulteress is like falling into the abyss. Those under God’s curse jump right in to their own destruction.

Although rebellion is woven into a young man’s heart, tough discipline can make him into a man.

There are two kinds of people headed toward poverty: those who exploit the poor and those who bribe the rich.

[Sayings of the Wise Sages]

Listen carefully and open your heart. Drink in the wise revelation that I impart. You’ll become winsome and wise when you treasure the beauty of my words. And always be prepared to share them at the appropriate time.

For I’m releasing these words to you this day, yes, even to you, so that your living hope will be found in God alone, for he is the only one who is always true.

Pay attention to these excellent sayings of three-fold things. For within my words you will discover true and reliable revelation.

They will give you serenity so that you can reveal the truth of the word of the one who sends you.

Never oppress the poor or pass laws with the motive of crushing the weak. For the Lord will rise to plead their caseand humiliate the one who humiliates the poor.

Walk away from an angry man or you’ll embrace a snare in your soul by becoming bad-tempered just like him.

Why would you ever guarantee a loan for someone else or promise to be responsible for his debts? For if you fail to pay you could lose your shirt!

The previous generation has set boundaries in place. Don’t you dare move them just to benefit yourself.

If you are uniquely gifted in your work, you will rise and be promoted. You won’t be held back—you’ll stand before kings!

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 22 (The Passion Translation)

[not-a-space-alien]

Aziraphale’s Legion, Part 4: It’s Like a Big Sleepover!  But With a Higher Chance of Murder

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

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Aziraphale awoke the next morning to the smell of smoke.

“Hm—what?” he said, levering himself out of sleep and out of bed.  “What?  What? Is something burning?”

Crowley was upright and sleepy beside him, hair ruffled.  He looked like he might prefer burning to getting out of bed.

Aziraphale grabbed his hand. “Come on!”

Aziraphale dragged him out of the bedroom and into the hall, which was hazy.  The smoke seemed to be coming from the flat next door.  The two of them followed the trail into the kitchen.

They peeked in.  Beth was at the hob, desperately trying to wave away the smoke it was producing.

“Beth!” said Aziraphale.

“Ah!” said Beth, whirling around.  “Oh, Aziraphale!  Oh, sorry.”

She turned the hob off and kept waving in a futile attempt to dissipate the smoke.

“Is everything quite all right?” said Aziraphale.

“Yes, sorry.  God, sorry,” she said, pans and dishes clanking as she bustled about the kitchen.  “I didn’t want to wake anyone up, but the kitchenette in the shop was so small and the one in the apartment looked bigger, so I…god, sorry, this is a mess.”

“What happened?” said Crowley, eyeing the blackened mess on the hob.

Beth looked exasperated and bewildered, a spatula in one hand and a clean pan in the other.  Her apologetic shrug was the only explanation she offered.

“Cooking some breakfast?” said Crowley.

“I think technically I’m the only one here who needs to eat,” said Beth.  “Otherwise I would have maybe saw if we wanted to all get breakfast together or…”  She disappeared behind the refrigerator door.  “Would you like some?  I went to the corner store and bought one of those big crates of eggs.”

“Sure,” said Aziraphale.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley whispered harshly.  “Don’t treat Maltha’s consort like a personal servant.”

“She offered,” Aziraphale sniped back.  “It would have been rude to refuse.”

“What about you, Crowley?” said Beth.  She shut the fridge door with her foot and nonchalantly slid the pan containing the burnt remains of her first attempt at breakfast into a sink full of soapy water.

“Um…sure,” said Crowley.

The two sat at the table as Beth began.  “Y’all want your eggs scrambled or dippy?” she said, cracking one into the pan.

Aziraphale looked at her strangely.  “Want them scrambled or…?”

“Scrambled?  All right, then,” said Beth, not looking at him. “Shame, too, that one came out unbroken.”

Thankfully, the cooking went off without any smoke alarms this time.  Aziraphale looked over at the entrance to the kitchen and saw a demon with dark, blotchy skin crouching by the doorway, watching Beth with inexplicable jealously plastered on her face.

“Oryss?” said Crowley beside him when he also noticed the demon.  “Is something wrong?”

Oryss skittered out of sight without answering.  Crowley sipped some orange juice contemplatively.

“There we go,” said Beth, sliding them some omelets.  “These ones don’t look too bad.”

“Thank you, Beth,” said Aziraphale.  “Will Maltha be joining us?”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” said Beth.  “She doesn’t really eat much, to be honest.”

“Really?” said Crowley. “She seemed to enjoy it well enough when she was with us.”

“I mean she does sometimes, but not as often as I do.  I don’t think she likes it very much.  She only does it when she thinks something looks really tasty.  God, does she drink, though.”  Beth speared her omelet and began to nibble it on the end of her fork.

“So tell me, if you don’t mind,” Aziraphale began.  “What is the secret for a human to convince an archdemon they’re worth their attention?”

Crowley thought it might have been a rude question to ask, but Beth didn’t seem to mind.  “I mean…” she began.  “I wonder that myself, sometimes.  Afraid she’ll get bored of me.  Just between you and me.”  She leaned in to continue in a whisper.  “I think when we first met, she thought I was cute in the same way that you think a clumsy puppy is cute, not the way you think an attractive person is cute.”  She put her fork down.  “But it’s been changing.  She’s obviously a bit lonely.”

“Did she tell you about us?” said Crowley.

“Oh absolutely.  She wouldn’t shut up about you two.  I kept telling her we ought to go back and meet you again, but she didn’t want to.  I think she doesn’t like feeling inexperienced compared to you two.  Like it’s intimidating.”

“What?  Us intimidating?” said Crowley.

“Yeah.  She insisted she be more experienced about how things on Earth work before going back to you.  That’s what she was deadset on doing, learning as much as possible. Wouldn’t stop for anything, not even other demons.”

“…other demons?”

“Hell sent a few messengers to try and get ahold of her.  I actually started to feel bad for the things.  She always bashed their heads in.  Those must have been to try and get her involved in the war, right?”

“I’m afraid so,” said Aziraphale.

Beth nodded, her mouth full. “Figured.  Wouldn’t let them get a word in until that one that told us Satan himself was dead.  He is, dead, isn’t he?  The devil.”

“Yes,” said Aziraphale.

“Crazy stuff.”  Beth took a swig of orange juice.

“How long were you two travelling together?” Crowley asked.

“Oh, a while,” said Beth vaguely.

“Then how did you meet?” said Aziraphale.

Beth’s expression froze behind her glass, like a deer caught in headlights.  “Uh…”

“Go ahead and tell them, Beth!” said Maltha’s disembodied voice from the next room.  “Tell them how we met while you were trying to get laid.”

Aziraphale was not sure whether to be more shocked by the content of Maltha’s statement or how she had phrased it.  Beth flushed as red as a beet.

“Oh, hey!” said Beth, slamming her glass down and conveniently changing the topic. “Aziraphale, I forgot to tell you that when we came back from the store, I let someone into the shop.”

“Hm?” said Aziraphale. “What?  Who?  Angel or demon?”

“Human.”

“You let a human into the shop?” exclaimed Aziraphale.

As if on cue, the bell on the front door tinkled faintly from downstairs, and several voices exploded into shouts.  Aziraphale vacated the kitchen at once, hustling down the stairs and into the main shop.

Botis, that demon who kept trying to watch over Aziraphale in his sleep, was the epicenter of this hubbub. Victoria stood among the bookshelves with her sword drawn on him, and he had his own up and ready to counter. Several angels and demons were scattered around nearby, shouting at each other.

“Everyone!” Aziraphale yelled, wading into the crowd between the two combatants.  “Everyone, quiet please!  What’s going on?  I’ll have none of this!”

“Aziraphale,” said Victoria. “This demon tried to attack a human.”

“I did not!” said Botis. “On my honour, I did not attack anyone.”

“An honourable demon, now there’s a joke,” said Victoria.  

“Both of you, put your swords away, now,” Aziraphale commanded with as much force as he could.

Botis sheathed his. Victoria merely lowered hers. Botis did not look happy about that and crossed his arms.

“Aziraphale, you can’t expect me to stand around while a demon attacks a human,” said Victoria. “That’s what warriors are for.”

“I did not attack anyone,” Botis insisted, nostrils flaring.

“All right, tell me what happened from the beginning,” said Aziraphale.

“I heard the bell on the front door ring,” said Victoria.  “So I came out, and when I did I saw this brute getting ready to attack a human woman who was by the counter.  So naturally I drew my sword and told him to stand down.”

“That’s not what happened,” huffed Botis under his breath.

“And then the human fled, unharmed.”

“Botis?” said Aziraphale. “I told everyone they were not to harm humans.”

Botis side-eyed Victoria resentfully.  “I was not going to harm the human.  I was just standing guard in the flat, when I heard the bell ring.  So I came down, and when I did I saw this human rifling through your belongings. So I used a little tactical intimidation to preserve my lord’s autonomy over his personal possessions.”

“What?” said Crowley, feeling lost.

“Tactical intimidation?” said Victoria.  “You had your sword out!  You were ready to behead her!”

“I didn’t have my sword out until you came into the room with yours!”

“What was she trying to take?” said Aziraphale.

Botis pointed to the counter, where a volume of writings by Mark Twain sat.  Aziraphale suddenly remembered it was a book he had set aside for a customer before all this had started.  She must have come to try and pick it up.

He could not bring himself to be mad at Botis.  Drawing his sword on customers trying to buy his books was what Aziraphale really wanted to do, deep down.

He sighed.  “Botis, thank you for trying to protect me, but I don’t think it’s strictly necessary at this point.”

“Oh.”  Botis shuffled his feet.  “Well, if you would give me some more specific orders…”

“All right,” said Aziraphale.  “Botis, how about this?  I don’t think it’s a good idea for customers to be coming and going with everything that’s happening in the shop.  For now, you can keep people out.”  

Botis beamed and saluted him.  Aziraphale thought privately that Botis’s face alone would probably be enough to scare most humans away from the shop.

“All right.  Er, run along then, or something,” said Aziraphale.

Botis marched away and stood by the door.

“Victoria,” said Aziraphale. “May I talk to you, please?”

They moved into the back room.  Aziraphale had to shoo away some demons that had been loitering on the couch.

“Victoria,” said Aziraphale tersely.  “What are you all still doing here?  I thought for sure you would have left by morning.”

Victoria grimaced and shrugged helplessly.

“I thought I made it clear Michael isn’t welcome to kill the demons here.  He still wants to stick around after that?”

The stairs creaked, and Aziraphale turned to see Beth inserting herself into their circle. “That’s Michael, then, is it?  The archangel?  Heaven’s mightiest warrior?”

“Beth,” said Crowley. “You yelled at him yesterday without even knowing who he was?”

Beth made a noncommittal gesture.  “Well, if he was an angel I figured he wouldn’t be allowed to hurt me.”

Beth was exactly right. An angel killing a human would be a very grave offense.  Death was the only one allowed to take humans to the afterlife because he knew the right time.  But her statement irritated Aziraphale, who thought she should have been properly afraid of Michael.  “I suppose.”

“But that’s him, right?”

“Yes,” Crowley answered her.

“That’s so cool,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

“It’s not cool,” Crowley said.  “He’s hanging about looking for an excuse to kill us all!”

“Oh, is that why he’s hanging around?” said Beth.  “I thought he just wanted to have a good time.”

They all looked at her, waiting for the punchline, but they all realized simultaneously that she was serious.

“No!” said Victoria. “Michael doesn’t hang about for frivolous things like that!”

“Well, have you looked at him?” said Beth, indignant.  “When I went up on the roof he looked like he was having a grand old time!  It seems pretty obvious to me that he’s only staying here because he enjoys it!”

“You’re an awfully precocious human, aren’t you?” said Victoria hotly.  “Maybe you’d do well not to forget your place.”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” said Beth.  “Tell me he’s not just here because he likes it.”

“You think you know more than me, you arrogant child,” said Victoria.

“I’m not a child.  And maybe I do know more than you.”

“You might as well be a child compared to me.  And you don’t.”

“I know more about Maltha than you do.”

“You certainly don’t know more about Hell’s lords than I do.”

“What’s her favourite colour?”

Victoria looked like she wanted to hit Beth.  “What?”

“Maltha’s favourite colour. What is it?”

“Why does that matter?” stormed Victoria.

“It matters.  Everyone has a favourite colour.”

“I don’t have a favourite colour.”

“You do.”  Beth’s expression changed from defensive to knowing delight.  “But you haven’t thought about it because no one’s ever asked you.  Is that it?”

“What?”

“Because you’re not supposed to have opinions, is that it?  So you don’t think it’s important.”

Victoria spluttered at her, speechless.  When she finally answered, it was to say, “Don’t be stupid.”

She stormed off. Aziraphale and Crowley watched her back, incredulous at the exchange.  Beth turned back towards them, rubbing her neck.  “Ah…think I might have pissed her off a little.”

“It’s not hard to get those types pissed off at you,” said Crowley.  “Don’t worry about it too much.”

“Beth,” said Aziraphale. “You said you thought Michael was staying here just because he enjoys being down here?”

“That’s what it looked like to me.”

“That can’t be right,” said Crowley.  

Aziraphale looked at the sigils on the shop front, which barred the entry of all demons except those who loved Earth.  And he wondered what effect they would have Michael had he been a demon.  “You don’t think…?”

“Him?” said Crowley. “There’s no way Michael would love the Earth.  Right?”

They looked at each other doubtfully.

“Why not?” said Beth. “I mean, if Maltha could do it, why not an archangel?”

“You don’t understand,” Crowley told her.  “Michael is a weapon specially for Armageddon.  He’s created to lay waste to the Earth after the antichrist turns it into a battlefield.”

“But Armageddon was cancelled, wasn’t it?” said Beth.  “That’s what Maltha told me.  What’s Michael for if it doesn’t happen?”

“I…I don’t know,” said Aziraphale.  “He does oversee the warriors, but he himself hasn’t done much since the rebellion at the beginning.  It’s just sort of one of those givens nobody ever questioned.”

Beth held her hands out. “So he’s just…hanging in limbo? Doesn’t that sound stressful?”

“Look,” said Aziraphale. “You’re speculating about things beyond you.  You have no idea what you’re talking about.  Why don’t you leave this to us?”

Beth crossed her arms, looking offended.

“Er,” said Aziraphale. “All I’m saying is we’ve all known each other for millennia and you’ve been with Maltha for, what?  A few—”

“All right,” said Beth. “Whatever, you ass.  Since you obviously know so much more than me, I’ll leave you alone.”

She stalked away.

“You shouldn’t be rude to her,” said Crowley.

“I didn’t mean to be rude,” he said.  “It just came out a bit… er…”

Crowley sighed. “Whatever, angel.  But have you ever considered that maybe she’s right?”

Aziraphale looked worried. “I don’t know what might happen if she is.”

It was at this point that things became less tense and more awkward.  The angels all stayed on the roof the first day, but after a while they began to wander around the shop and the flat as well.  When Aziraphale would ask them what they were doing, they would shrug and say they were bored.  Usually he believed them.  They did not seem smart enough to have any sort of ulterior motives, and being bored in the absence of violence was one of Michael’s primary character traits, so it was logical to assume it extended to his subordinates.  

They also kept using the fire escape through his and Crowley’s bedroom window to come to and from the shop.  This went on until Crowley put his foot down and snapped that they needed to take the fire escape all the way down to the ground floor and then circle around to come in through the front door.  He pulled the window shut and locked it, which of course wouldn’t really stop anything, but it was a token gesture and made him feel better.

Even though they were unethically using the flat next door, it was still very crowded in the shop. Crowley encouraged the other demons to go loiter outside sometimes, but then he remembered he had parked the Bentley in front of the shop and ran outside to move it out of their reach.*

*Crowley would never know what an opportunity he had missed.  One of the demons in the shop, a sporty lass named Lirach, was also a car nut and actually had a 1932 Cadillac V-16 locked in her garage at home.  If he had left the Bentley outside, she would have struck up a conversation with him about it and offered to let him take hers for a spin at a later date.

Perhaps it was the fact that both an archangel and an archdemon were planted there, but the anticipated demonic hordes coming to claim Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s heads to secure the throne of Hell did not seem to materialize.  Michael could be heard stomping around and huffing under his breath that he was told archdemons were after Aziraphale and where were they? When were they coming?  And Angelo would pat him comfortingly and remind him it was a good thing they weren’t constantly under assault, which Michael did not quite seem to believe.

Maybe they had decided it was strategically better to fight Michael and Maltha separately.  Maybe they were too scared to try.  Maybe they were lurking out of sight, waiting for the opportunity to attack.  Maybe they just did not know where Aziraphale was or did not think he was worth the effort. He did not know.

Part of Aziraphale wished that Kabata would show up again, just so he could see the look on his face.  But they were secure for now.  

Botis took it upon himself to patrol.  He flew in circles around the block, which was the furthest Aziraphale had given him permission to go.  Since he had cloaked himself from humans he felt all right waving his sword about as he did so, talking to nonexistent enemies and imagining how he would catch anyone with malicious intents before they could get close to his lord.  He would fantasize about how he would thoroughly dominate them and earn congratulations from both Aziraphale and his right hand demon, Crowley.

The only problem was one of Michael’s warriors also patrolled, and their paths crisscrossed each other.  They ended up spending more time watching each other and subtly displaying their weapons** than watching for potential enemies.***

**Botis also showed off his tusks, which he felt proud of because the angel did not have anything equivalent to show.  He didn’t realize the angel just rolled her eyes when he did this.

***Although one could argue they were potential enemies.

It was also during this period that Aziraphale became aware that these demons had discovered the “pleasures of the world” just as Crowley had, because they were gradually starting to fail in hiding it as time wore on.  Aziraphale found a demon standing sentry in the middle of the night and commented that he looked exhausted.  The demon replied that he had let his corporation get used to regular sleep, but that he was trying to break it to serve him more effectively. Aziraphale, baffled, told him that if he wanted to sleep, he could use the couch in the back room, or use the furniture in the flat, or take a sleeping bag to the floor for goodness’s sake, since they could take turns keeping watch instead of forcing themselves to stay up all night.  The demon had looked supremely relieved and had disappeared immediately, presumably to pass out.

Another time, when everything was still and quiet and those who wanted sleep were indulging in it, Crowley had heard a faint voice singing in Japanese accompanied by cartoony sound effects.  When he peeked around the corner to investigate, he saw one of the demons curled up in the corner around an iPhone.  Crowley was not sure whether to be more offended by his taste in anime or by the fact that he was watching it dubbed.  The demon offered a vague apology that his headphones had broken, all the while keeping his eye on the screen, where a woman with breasts the size of watermelons was doing something to a blushing teenage boy with blue hair. It was only then that Crowley remembered that this was the demon who had tried to claim during their initial interview that his name was Naruto, which Aziraphale helpfully had informed him afterwards was Gaelic in origin and a fierce-sounding name for a demon.  

Admittedly, Crowley had changed his own name because he liked the sound of it, but there was a limit to the shenanigans he would tolerate.

Crowley also caught another demon raiding the fridge in Aziraphale’s kitchenette.  She was almost as rotund as Aziraphale himself, and the fact that all Aziraphale’s sweets had disappeared might have explained why.

It was a pity it had been Aziraphale and not Crowley to catch the demon with hyena ears trying to sneak into the bathroom with a cucumber.  Crowley would have realized right away what she had been about to do and saved everyone the embarrassment of her having to say, “I was going to masturbate, lord,” in front of everyone within earshot when she could offer no culinary explanation for it.

Crowley wanted to tell them all they were being embarrassing and uncool.  But Aziraphale had caught him talking to his plants before, and there was little that could top that.

A few days after the arrival of Michael, Aziraphale turned to see Oryss and another demon approaching him. The other demon, whose name was Adramelech, had iridescent feathers sticking out from his head at odd angles, wore the brightest pair of purple pants Crowley had ever seen, and was adorned with so much jewelry that he jangled when he walked.  Crowley looked from Aziraphale to Oryss**** to Adramelech, trying to decide who looked the gayest, and wondering if he walked over there it would cause a reaction and create some sort of flamboyant singularity that would destroy them all.

****She was wearing flannel and a snapback cap.

Adramelech admitted to being the one who had cleaned up the back room and re-upholstered the couch, which Aziraphale had been wondering about ever since he had come downstairs to find it pristine and tailored.  He and Oryss wanted permission to go to the corner store.  Adramelech was fussing about the curtains in the flat and wanted to replace them.  Oryss shyly said that she wanted to cook Aziraphale and his right-hand demon dinner, and needed ingredients.

Aziraphale gave them permission, and the pair ran off giddily.  Aziraphale was concerned when he later overheard Angelo telling Victoria that one of the angels had been sent to keep an eye on them and make sure they stayed in line.  But when he saw Oryss and Adramelech returning laden with shopping bags, the warrior angel was hovering mere feet above them, laughing and joking with them.

Aziraphale tried to continue his reading as he normally did, but he found himself continuously interrupted. One particularly awkward encounter came when a demon languidly stretched himself on Aziraphale’s desk over his open book, running one hand down his own mostly-naked body and asking if Aziraphale liked what he saw.  When Aziraphale finally realized the demon was trying to “pleasure” him, he politely told him that he wasn’t interested.  The demon had then muttered, “I wouldn’t have guessed…” and exited, returning a few minutes later as female.

“That’s not what I meant!” Aziraphale had shouted, then rubbed his temples.  “I don’t know if that’s what your previous master had asked of you, but could you….I don’t know, bring me some cocoa instead?”

When the requested cocoa was provided, Aziraphale was still exasperated and looked very hard for something to be angry about, and snapped that he could make his own cocoa.

Things were, generally, much more peaceable than one might anticipate.  The initial clash between Victoria and Botis was not repeated, maybe because Botis had taken to sitting in the shop window and sneering at passersby to discourage them from coming into the shop during daylight hours when he was not patrolling.

The angels and demons crowding the shop found ways to occupy themselves, sometimes with the volumes on the shelves.  Aziraphale once saw one of Michael’s warriors holding an encyclopedia in her hands upside-down, and suspected she did not actually know how to read.  The next shelf over, he found one of the demons squatting with one of the easiest books in his collection—a primary school reader he had forgotten he owned--and suspected he did not know how to read either. He was tempted to suggest they work together, but the atmosphere didn’t seem right and he didn’t think the suggestion would be well-received.

One demon brought out a square gaming device from somewhere and plugged it into Aziraphale’s ancient TV, which he was sure did not previously have the right knobs and holes to connect to such a piece of technology.  A few angels that had been loitering nearby watched this with curiosity, and then did not move when he played some war simulator in their view for the next four hours.  All it would have taken to get them to disperse would be one person to ask them, “Having fun?” And they would have snarled that they didn’t have time to be distracted by such petty matters and scattered.  But nobody did, and they looked fascinated by it.  The next day when the device was idle and unoccupied, two of them could be seen trying to figure out how to get it to work, with limited success.

The underlying tension was there, though.  The room cleared of any wayward demons when Michael entered it.  The same happened for celestial beings when Maltha moved around. Beth seemed to get along splendidly with everyone except those who tried to be condescending to her.  Mittens was the only one who was truly tolerated by all, even the heavenly warriors who did not want to admit she was cute.

Even with the possibility of infighting, Aziraphale had never felt safer since the first attempt at Armageddon.  There was a sense of independence he had not felt in a long time.  Of self-determination. He was not sure where it had come from.  

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Bloody Buck Moon and Extended Lunar Eclipse Sermon 2018 HAIL NINGIZHEDA, Keeper of the Caduceus and Guardian of the Good Tree hear us! It has been VERY humid in my personal corner of the world and it has not let up even with the minor rain showers we have had, in fact the rain has increased the level of humidity rather than lower it and we have not had a thunderstorm (we had a couple of passing rumbles but nothing to write home about) as of yet which is usually the reaction of this kind of prolonged humidity, at least around here. I am concerned because this kind of oppressive weather is very bad for those who have breathing issues, even I have found myself having difficulty to the point of almost needing my inhaler, especially in stores that have no air conditioning! I don’t envy the people who have to work under those conditions; in fact I think that is a hazardous working environment! I ask you to keep watch over those employees so that they do not succumb to heat exhaustion or suffocate under the pressure! AVE NINGIZHEDA! It has been a very active time on this island Earth and there has been no shortage of damage done by the moving ground, rising waves and human instigation on all levels. We have seen families torn apart by addiction, disease, tyranny and selfishness. We have seen the Sky turn dark as midnight during the day and bright as noon in the wee hours of morn! We have seen several species die off including bees and crows and even land animals such as deer and cattle. We have seen humans so in despair of their circumstances that they would rather pop pills and drink alcohol in a vain attempt to escape only to almost die in the process! We have seen the water become so polluted that in several areas people cannot drink it yet instead of fixing the problem the so-called powers that be would rather allow a foreign corporation to continue to drain already drought ravaged states of their water just to turn around and sell it back to the same people they stole it from in the first place! This is a sign of the times and just how corrupt the human ego has become especially in regards to those in high office and I do mean ALL of them the world over! I have addressed this before but I will do it again now because we have seen the signs all around us indicating just how deep in trouble we all are! The world may not be coming to an end, at least not in the terms of everything being reduced to nothing, but if the human race is not careful it WILL take itself out! There are those who are dying of starvation not because there isn’t enough food but because the ones who control the rations don’t think they are a priority so they aren’t fed! There are those who are freezing to death on the street, not because there are no vacant homes for them to occupy, but because the ones in control of housing don’t think they are important enough to have shelter because they can’t pay for it because they can’t get a job because they can’t get hired because they don’t have a permanent address so they are thrown in the gutter and ignored by all those who could help but CHOOSE not to! What it comes down to is that the human race has lost its humanity and this MUST change if we are to have any hope of saving ourselves as well as the planet! The biggest problem in my opinion is the disconnection to the Spirit, EVERYTHING in the Multiverse has a Spirit and when we lose sight of that, we lose sight of the very thing that binds ALL Life together and the Circle or Hoop is broken! I feel the biggest contributor to this disconnection is the desensitization of the human mind. Those who were raised in the Abrahamic Religions know the level of disregard they have for other humans, not because those humans actually committed any crime but because their corrupt books tell them that ONLY those who are like THEM are worthy of being treated like a HUMAN and that ONLY those who do what they are told by the head of the institution will win favor with that god and we know that ANY God worth their salt would NEVER leave THEIR job up to ANY human nor would they ever allow any human to confirm or deny any part of another (ie homosexuality, race, color or following a different religion such as Satanism or Paganism) just because they had a personal issue with it! If that were the case then there would be no God because if humans are doing the job for them then what would be THEIR purpose or function? This is something they don’t want you to be aware of just like they don’t want you to be aware of the GODDESSES and the power of women generally speaking! Notice how ALL the Abrahamic Religions (and yes there are others) are definitively Patriarchal who ALL expect women to behave like beasts of burden rather than the HUMAN equals we are, in fact there are still STRICTLY Matriarchal societies out there who are thriving just fine without any more help than is needed and the only help that is needed is when it comes to procreation but as far as hunting, building, governing and religion, the women take care of themselves so this idea that women are the weaker sex and can NOT handle things on their own is not only GARBAGE, it’s learned behavior that NEEDS to be impressed on them lest they discover their own power and wield it accordingly! The idea that a woman can actually be stronger than a man is not a foreign concept, it simply is not taught in societies where the male ego is THAT fragile. In Ancient and remote societies the men were/are responsible for the hunting, fishing and whatnot and the women took care of the village. Now that might sound like “barefoot and pregnant” talk but when one actually takes into consideration WHAT exactly goes into taking care of the village one must think of thieves sneaking in when the men are out hunting to steal anything they can get their hands on, attacking or abducting the women and/or children or even burning everything to the ground! These are NOT situations that a weak little flower would be able to withstand, it takes a woman WARRIOR to stand guard and fight back! We are such warriors and that scares all those who NEED us to believe otherwise! One of the things Satanism DEMANDS and will NOT tolerate the lack of is RESPECT towards HUMANS regardless of their gender as we are all needed to keep things going and we all have our talents in the Spiritual arena as well as elsewhere in life! As I sit here it is pouring rain outside, in fact it was downpouring quite heavily for about an hour or so, when it rains like this I record audio and video for meditation purposes and as the water cascaded down the awning and onto my glass table below filling up and overflowing the top, I could not help but think of the original Flood and why it was necessary. If people look around and see what the human race has done to this planet, to the very ecosystem that sustains ALL life including theirs, you get an idea of just how bad things were back then! When you look at videos of divers swimming around what were once tropical paradises such as Bali and you see the filth and trash that is plaguing our oceans, so much so that WHALES are CHOKING TO DEATH on the garbage, you realize that if humans have THIS much disregard for all other forms of life NOW, how fevered were their egos back THEN? When you hear about species after species being put on the endangered species list and then going extinct due to things such as overhunting, overfishing or overdevelopment you have to wonder just how far in decline all the other species were! People always say “yeah that god what a bastard, he killed off everything” yet they don’t look at the WHOLE picture in the sense of how many things did the humans kill off because they decided that whatever animal or plant was created ONLY for them to do with as they will! They don’t even CONSIDER how much destruction the human race was guilty of or how many other species were wiped out by the arrogance of the human race or how far gone they already were at the time and the Flood was necessary to not only SAVE THEM but EVERYTHING ELSE that THEY were abusing! The other thing they never seem to take the time to think about is that the same Great Counsel that ruled in favor of the “global reset” is the same Great Counsel who SAVED THE WORLD! Yes a massive disaster that reduces everything to zero is an EXTRAORDINARY measure to take, but when it comes to either watching one of several of your creations slowly killing off everything else because they too became disconnected from the Spiritual and began living only for themselves and their own personal gratification, or in an effort to salvage everything by subjecting those same humans to the level of disregard they showed towards ALL other life forms, it becomes understandable as to why it occurred! It wasn’t any one god pitching a fit because he for some reason stopped liking humans, it was a decision that was rendered because the human ego had grown beyond itself and it was destroying everything in existence already! In fact Enki, a member of that counsel, took it upon himself to come down and warn Unapishtam about the upcoming flood waters and also to instruct him on how to build the boat using the design of his own marine travel vessels to guide the construction! It was this act of solidarity that ultimately saved the human race because Enki was not ready to give up on us yet! The human race was spared complete annihilation because the same Gods who brought down the Flood are the same Gods who allowed Enki’s decision to remain effective! They don’t hate us and they never did though some are not exactly in our favor, they hate what was being done and the level of arrogance and indifference in which the human race was operating! Looking around at the world today, at the way people have no problem with cutting down the woods (just as Gilgamesh and Enkidu cut down the Cedar Forest) but then want to complain about the wildlife that LIVE/D in those woods showing up in their back yards as though they have ANYWHERE else to go, even MURDERING animals such as coyotes, wolves, bears etc JUST for being alive even though these animals are NEEDED to keep the other herds from overpopulating! Here’s a clue jackass, stop stealing THEIR homes and they’ll stop showing up at YOURS!!! Other things that are being compromised are the Air and underground! The human ego has far outdone itself as far as greed is concerned and we see this every day with pipeline after pipeline being laid down, leaking and poisoning the water and Earth but does this stop those responsible for laying it down? HELL NO! In fact they couldn’t care less about what happens where they lat their pipes because the fallout doesn’t affect THEM and anyone it does affect simply isn’t important enough to give a damn about! What these people fail to understand is that the Earth IS RESPONDING to the constant abuse! Because of the constant fracturing of the mantle and shale beneath the amount of seismic activity around the world has increased to the point where GIGANTIC CRACKS are forming all over the globe, on every continent! In remote areas where there are not lakes, streams, rivers etc WATER is starting to appear on the surface, New England now has an ENORMOUS magma pocket that is RISING underneath it! What people need to know about seismic activity is that just because an earthquake happens in one area does NOT mean that it affects ONLY that area, those vibrations travel and can cause other things to occur, look no further for proof of this than Fukushima, Japan back in 2011! When that earthquake struck it triggered a tsunami that slammed into a nuclear reactor which caused a MASSIVE radiation spill off the coast and in the ground! You take something like that and MULTIPLY it times even TEN quakes in similar positions and the fallout could not only be devastating but could end all life on Earth and THIS time the Gods will NOT be to blame, ONLY the humans who enabled it to happen! When Enki broke his Oath and came down to save as many of us as he was able, he did so with the VERY high hope that things would turn out differently, that the human race would remember what happened and learn from it so it wouldn’t (have to) happen again! I can’t even imagine how much it pains him to look at the state of the human race as it is now because we are not living up to our end of the bargain and that was to take care of the planet and everything on it, instead we have backslid severely and are in that same place we were before with fevered egos, greed and self gratification ruling over logic, reason, respect and consideration! Why don’t the Gods just fix it? First because they did that already and human arrogance responded by resorting to the same behavior that got it in trouble the first time and second because the Gods did not create the problem, WE DID, so why should they be tasked to fix it if it only means that we will eventually end up back in the same situation YET AGAIN? They fixed everything the first time and the only thanks that they, especially Enki and Ningizheda, got was to have their chronicles plagiarized, their names erased and reconstituted and cursed at by those who are too ignorant to think of the reasons and ultimate result of the decision that was rendered! I can’t help but be humored by the people who spout nonsense such as “Carpet bomb the whole MidEast, reduce it to glass, that’ll take care of the terrorists!” because more often than not they are the same people who condemn the Counsel for doing just that and yes it was to get rid of the terrorists that were threatening the existence of everything! You can’t have it both ways, you are either FOR doing what you feel needs to be done for the greater good or you’re just a hypocrite who can’t deal with reality. For the record I am against carpet bombing the MidEast because terrorists are everywhere and they aren’t all Muslim! HONORABLE ENKI please be with us this Full Bloody Buck Moon! This Full Moon is called the Buck Moon because this is the time of year when male moose and deer shed their old antlers and grown new ones for the sake of protection and hunting for food! That this Full Moon is not only a Blood Moon but a Lunar Eclipse as well is no surprise given everything that is happening the world over; the poisoning of the Earth, the pollution of the Water, the Toxicity of the Air and the Volcanoes that can no longer sit still, all of these things if they are allowed to continue can only lead us all down one road and it is NOT one we want to travel down! The end of that road will draw the same conclusions that it did the last time we found ourselves heading down it! Now is the time to stop rushing through life, to take the time to sit down and contemplate everything that has happened and IS happening! To take a hard, deep introspective look at ourselves and remember that ALL of us are Spiritual Being and to discount or ignore this fact only serves to cut us off from everything around us; the trees, the animal kingdom, each other and the rest of the Multiverse! Only accepting what you can see, hear and feel also makes one an ineffective worker of ANY and ALL forms of Magick because if you are disconnected from everything due to believing that reality is ONLY what you can hear, see and feel then how can you commune with the Spirit World? With the Deity? With the Wee Ones? With Nature itself? You cannot see the Air, does this mean it doesn’t exist? We can’t see gravity, does that now also cease to exist? There is always more than one way to see something, this is why we all have “Third Eyes”! We implore you Enki, Ningizheda and the Great Counsel to recognize that for all those who are causing the senseless destruction to also cast your gaze upon those who are taking a stand against it and doing what they feel is right to turn the tide and tread upon more favorable waters! We know that the fight is going to be long and hard but like you, we are bound and determined to change things for the better! AVE SATANI! HAIL SATAN! “Bloodline In The Sand We were born from the Dragons Heart, With passion and pride right from the start! Earth for skin and Water for Vitality, Breath of Life and Fiery Vivacity! Darkness and Light show each other respect, Knowing that all things are cause and effect! Impressed upon us is maintaining the Balance, It sounds easy but can be quite the challenge! Everything went smoothly in the beginning state, Until the Human decided he didn’t need to remunerate! Forgetting themselves and how they came to be, So those at the top set the Elements free! There was one whose heart balked at the atrocity, His personal sacrifice was met with much animosity! Now we find ourselves heading in the same dire direction, The way to change course is through deep reflection! We must remember who we are and reciprocate the love, From the Earth Below to the Endless Dimensions around and Above! Right now we are in serious trouble, If we don’t act now we’ll burst our own bubble! There is still time to turn things around, It will take effort, energy and cooperation abound! The Ones who always existed are keeping close watch with eye and ear, Make no mistake, they are NOT coming back, THEY ARE ALREADY HERE! -Nemesis Nexus” ZI ANA KANPA! ZI KIA KANPA! MAY THE DEAD RISE AND SMELL THE INCENSE! Etiamsi MULTA Et Nos UNUM Sumus Nos Sto Validus Ut Nos Sto Una! Semper Veritas, Semper Fideles, In Diabolus Nomen Nos Fides! AVE SATANÍ! (We Are ONE Even Though We Are MANY And We Stand STRONGEST When We Stand TOGETHER! Always TRUTHFUL, Always FAITHFUL, In Satan's Name We Trust! HAIL SATAN!) Ave URURU! Ave ENKI/EA! Ave NINGIZHEDA! Ave AZIMUA! Ave DIMUZI! Ave ININNI! Ave ERESHKIGAL! Ave NERGAL! Ave GILGAMESH! Ave ENKIDU! Ave TIAMAT! Ave ABSU! Ave MARDUK! Ave SARPANITUM! Ave SATANÍ! HAIL SATAN! HPS Meg "Nemesis Nexus" Prentiss

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– Written By Angela Miconi, Contributing Columnist for The Astonishing Tales Digital Magazine and Author of The Hot Mess Memoirs

To read more of Angela Miconi’s work, go to her website by clicking HERE.

Originally Published HERE February 27th, 2018 at The Hot Mess Memoir.

  I Am A Mom Of 2 Boys (9 And Almost 13). Parenting Has Become So Much Easier.

The Astonishing Angela Miconi, contributor for The Astonishing Tales and founder of The Hot Mess Memoirs

Occasionally however, I come across a mom (I have yet to have a father ever say this) who I’d like to refer to as batshit crazy.

Why? Because they say dumb things like this:

“Don’t you just miss the baby years?”

Nope. Not at all. Not ever.

Parenting a newborn is on par with serving time in a North Korean labor camp.

Don’t get me wrong, babies are beyond cute, look at the meme I found on Pinterest, for cryin’ out loud! I will be the first to hold a baby that the new mom brings into work.

I love when I can get babies to smile and I love when they snuggle

. I love when they clap their hands out of sheer joy.

But these are just minutes, surrounded by the rest of the time. That is why I would like to tell you why older kids are sooo much better.

Diapers

The average baby goes through 70 diapers a week and that baby sure as shit (no pun intended) isn’t the one changing them.

And with the diaper comes along the onesie or what I like to refer to as, Satan’s garment. Normally on any given night, your baby has not only pissed through the diaper but also the onesie. At 2 a.m., you must wrestle (in the dark) with a squirmy infant to not only remove the onesie, but to change the diaper.

Use Your Words

Babies can’t tell you they are hot, cold, hungry or tired, they just file every complaint under scream worthy and get to work. Not a very effective approach but who am I to judge. On more than one occasion, I would find myself whining to my sons,

“I don’t know what you want! I’ll give you $500 if you’ll tell me what you want!”

Who Needs a Rooster?

Yeah, kids during the baby years can be… interesting….

Who needs a rooster or an alarm clock when you have a child under 6? There would be weekends that P would get me up at 6:30 a.m. and I would be his toy for the rest of the day. Now he sleeps in on the weekends till 10:30. I once had a mom say to me, “Yeah, but you’ll miss it though when they sleep in.”

I’m sorry Karen, did I say I was a farmer? No, I didn’t. I’ll take 10:30 over 6:30 any day.

And even though the youngest gets up early, he is 100% self-sufficient. Hell, he could probably go out into the woods, shoot a deer, lug it back to the house and fry it up, all before 9 a.m.

I Have My Living Room Back

Once on maternity leave, I went upstairs in an attempt to sleep for a few hours while my mother-in-law watched my newborn. When I shuffled back into the living room wearing my oversized robe, I nearly fell down at the transformation. She had taken the liberty to set up all the baby gear.

All the gear and equipment that comes with having babies… that costs an arm and a leg…

Within just 1.5 hours, she somehow managed to add the following:

a pack and play

a swing

a bouncy chair

a floor mobile

a boppie (see French girl above for a boppie)

In shock that my living room resembled a daycare, I looked over to the TV to find a Baby Einstein puppet, taunting me by flappy about, singing a song. In my mind, fluffy ducky was singing the following,

“Jokes on you! La, la, la, la! I own you! La, la, la, la! Kiss your living room goodbye cause it’s mine, la, la, la, la!”

Diaper Bag

That fucking diaper bag (shaking my head). That thing had to have like 2 bottles, a change of clothes, wipes, countless diapers, antibacterial, a changing pad, I mean the list went on and on. And shopping with a baby? I always felt like I was part of a caravan, traveling over the Sahara with 10 camels in front and 10 in back.

Apparently, they call these things a “Baby Travel System,” like the baby is piloting the Starship Enterprise or something.

Sense of Humor

Children… they can be so cute… until they keep you up at night…

My sons are quickly cultivating a wonderful sense of humor. Some of the things they say and do leave me bent over in laughter.

Don’t believe me? Check out my 12-year-olds guest post: Guest Post- Hot Mess’s Son- Mrs. Smith I can also read my blog posts with minor adjustments to language to them to gauge whether or not it’s funny enough.

They love when I announce it’s story time.

Honestly, I have about 20 additional reasons why the baby years can suck it but want to keep this post around 750 words.

How do you feel about this? Do you agree? 

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6 Reasons The Baby Years Can Suck It: A Hot Mess Memoir - Written By Angela Miconi, Contributing Columnist for The Astonishing Tales Digital Magazine and Author of The Hot Mess Memoirs…

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The Cave

The cave was on the cliffs behind the the old Epidaurus house, past the woods that surrounded it. Lady Epidaurus had died over forty years ago, and since then the place had been abandoned, only occasionally inhabited by roaming bums, drug addicts, and satanic cults. Weird shit happened in that house even before she died, there were rumors about her family, sometimes the towns people would show up to have their fortunes read, other times they’d show up with fire and pitchforks. If there were anyone left alive that’d remember them, they’d say that family was cursed, marked by the devil, dark, wrong... We first heard about them when we were researching the Salem witch trials, and their name came up in relations to an obscure demonic cult from early colonial times, though after more research, we discovered the family was older than that, even before they came to America, this gypsy family had traces in eastern Europe, Bulgaria and Greece. The Epidaurus family had been creeping around in the dark corners of the earth for a thousand years.

The cave itself was a local legend, before American settlers came to this area it was used for ritual sacrifice. The local native tribe was the kinda scary that was into all sorts of dark shit. Cannibalism to child sacrifice. The cave was at the epicenter of their belief, they thought it was a gate, a kind of doorway between worlds. Being the kind of brutal warmongering tribe they were, they had no shortage of enemies to offer up, but eventually other tribes learned to stay far away from this fucked up society. You can imagine what happens to a people that inbreeds and sacrifices half its gene pool to dark gods, but you don’t have to, because I am going to tell you. If you believe the stories of the white settlers, they found a group of about sixty people who were barely recognizable as people, they looked like demons. They were animalistic, violent and carnal. They had cut parts of off, sew other parts of animals onto themselves, horns and fur, and in the case of the chief, the cocks of his enemies, animal and human a like. Their skin was ritualistically burned, cut and bloodied. They looked like monsters, or at least that’s what the white men said. They slaughtered all of them, wiped the tribe from the face of the earth. It was said that a curse was put on the land that day, and anyone who lived there after that. Maybe the curse is what drew this strange gypsy family to build on this land.

We found hundreds of years of weird happenings and tragedy, missing children and sorrow unending, and then all of a sudden with the death of the last living member of the family, it all went quiet. Nothing for decades. The ‘satanist’ cult visitors, no more than wannabe gothy teens and the advantageous mystics trying to fuck them. But I knew it was still there, I knew it was just hiding, waiting for the right people to carry out its will.

We had been to the house that morning and found nothing, just shitty graffiti, used needles and a bum named Jared who smelled of piss, and thought I had stolen his hat thirty years ago in a bar in Brooklyn. He was useless but he did tell me late at night sometimes when the wind blew the right direction, he could hear chanting. He said sometimes the chanting would start as a low growl, like that of a large cat reminding you who is the prey, then it would get louder and louder until you could hear voices in the depths, screaming… that’s about when he started hitting himself in the head with his fist and we had to subdue him. He was just a jibbering mass of tears and sweat after that, so we left him with a bottle of whiskey and bump of heroin to get him through this episode, which we clearly caused. I told him before we left, to go, to leave this place, but I don’t think he heard me. Poor sonofabitch.

We set out from the house on foot at one, I had a map of the local trails and was fairly certain I knew where we would find the cave. We should have told someone where we were going, come back the next day when the sun was just coming up with help and a guide, because before we knew it, we were hopelessly lost and it was getting dark. My partner wanted to head back a few hours into it and we did, well we tried, but the trail markers kept changing, nothing was as it should be on the map. We found landmarks where they shouldn’t be, we crossed our own footprints several times. I might be a city kid, but how can you get so fucking lost of sixty acres of land. I’ll admit I was spooked, and my partner was near hysterical. That’s when I heard it, low and deep on the wind. It was coming from the east, from what should be the cliffs. I could barely hear it at first over the sound of leaves rustling in the sudden strong gust, but once I did, it got louder, until it was all I could hear. That’s when I realized the wind was no longer blowing, and the trees were completely still, but the sound was growing, in my chest, not my ears. I felt like I was about to be devoured by the lion I can’t see, but know I’m being hunted by. At this pinnacle of horror familiarity strikes and I can hear voices, low human voices, old unknown languages calling something up from the darkness. I looked at my partner and saw they were white, frozen in horror at the same realization I myself was experiencing. We were close.

Trying to leave this place didn’t work and my curiosity was driving me forwards, no amount of pleading on their behalf did any good, I had to know. So we went east toward the cliffs and the cold dark unfeeling ocean.

Something about the ocean always fascinated me, it gobbles up life, and is the source of life, it had seen it all, it watches the land and sky change, and die, and regrow, like we watch the lives of insects, each individual life without meaning, only able to be understood as movements and trends, and really all those lives are meaningless in the grand scope of time, for which the ocean has much more of than us. The ocean is like my mother, a cold hard bitch that doesn’t care if you live or die, just don’t make a fucking mess of the joint. And these cliffs, they had run red with blood into that cold forgetting ocean for hundreds of years. If a land could be haunted, this place sure as hell looked like it. The stone was white, alabaster, jagged and worn by the ruthless sea and as the moon rose into the sky it cast strange and terrifying shadows across the gnarled rocks and crags. The trail led us right to it. The dirt path becoming a dark red rust stained into the rocks. Blood. This was must be the way the sacrifices were marched, being flagellated and whipped by the rest of the tribe on their way to their fate. The chanting was louder here and came from a peak on the cliffs now outlined by the silver light of the moon. Maybe it was a trick of the light, the sheer contrast of light on the surface of dark, but it looked black, like really black, you couldn’t even see the mouth of the cave, it looked like a blurry smear of shadows undefined in reality, there, but not there.

As we stepped from the trail onto the cliffs I could almost see them, brutal busted forms of humans merged with animals, goat gods and feral ghouls, pain and blood, and lust, worn as armor. The atrocities that happened here are remembered by the earth, by the very stones beneath our feet.

As I walk towards the peak, my partner held onto my arm, I dragged them with me, they sob quietly as I imagine the weak would have when facing their fate, but they do not stop. Maybe fear had overwhelmed them, but my mind was racing, filling with images of the things that could have happened here. I didn’t know if I was going crazy or if something wanted me to see. The closer I got the louder the chanting, drums in the deep dark ahead of me urging me forward, the history of this place flooding my mind. White men, invaders, waging a war against the devil in their eyes, they killed them all, they raped their women, and sold their children into slavery, they were monsters. And when they owned the land, the brutality did not cease, this place made people wrong. It fucked them up, gave them strange ideas, maybe showed them what it was now, showing me.

I was about twenty feet away from the opening of the cave when the moon finally crested the peak and filled the area with white light, the ground was red, slick with blood. Our feet were wet with it. My partner saw this and started gagging and trying to climb me at the same time. The blood was flowing from the mouth of the cave and there in the deepest darkness, was a red glow, a small point of light that only grew in size the more you focused on it. I was fixated, I could not look away and my feet kept moving towards it. My partner was freaking now, screaming, begging me to stop. I could hear them threaten to leave me here if we did not turn back, but I did not speak, I had to keep going I had to know what was in the cave. I was ten feet away when he chanting stopped and I heard what sounded like the crunch of bones underfoot. Looking down, the ground was littered with them, animals mostly, but I could see crushed human skulls and the bones of what could only be children amongst the more familiar deer and coyote. I looked to my left and there at a stone altar, was the chieftain, his arms held aloft a giant maul, a naked body knelt beneath him, bound and gagged. He wore a cloak made of human flesh, and just like the legend, there were fucking cocks and balls all over the thing, like some visceral decorative fringe of manhood. His head had ram's horns grafted to the sides of his skull, his eyes were hollow blackened sockets. I was staring agape at him when he turned and looked me straight in the eye. He could see me. I was there, with him. He lowered the maul and gestured for me to join him, I turned to look for my partner, but suddenly I was wearing the cloak of dicks, my hands held the maul and I was bringing it down upon the skull of this kneeling human. I could feel the buckling of the skull easily giving way, I could feel the squish of their head meats escaping through their ears when I brought the heavy weapon down on their head, I could hear the silence of their sudden lack of breath. I dropped he maul and closed my eyes, holding them closed and telling myself, it’s not real, but even with my eyes closed I could smell the metallic scent of blood all around me. When I opened my eyes, the river of blood and the chief were gone, the bones remained but looked a lot less human, and there beneath me was my partner, brains smashed out by the rock I was still holding in my hands. It was so quiet. So completely still. What had I done… Then from the dark behind me, a low growl of something old, and evil, and pleased as punch with itself. I looked back and the body was gone, my partner nowhere to be seen, I still held the rock, but it no longer covered in blood.

I turned to face the mouth of the cave and dropping the rock, walked into the darkness as the growl became a deep laughter. I still want to know, the devil shoulda known better than to fuck with me. And now I know where he lives.