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FOR GCN’S ❝ 23 | JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY PROJECT ❞ ! Alien AU | “I want to have your last name!” | “I like when you do that, it makes me crazy.”

summary; Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning. warnings; smut in the forms of cunnilingus, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, anal, tit play, and all that jazz bc surprise its tentacle porn rating: mature (18+) miscellaneous; FLUFF, strangers to friends to lovers, curious alien kook, there’s a saber tooth tiger mention, virginity is a social construct, they both have skewed perceptions of sex and love, and idk what else word count; 17.8k

notes; someone said once “all u ever do is write college aus 😃” and i was like lol true but i was also a virgo and was like “i’ll prove u wrong” and next thing i knew i was writing a 17k alien au clap for me lads

special thanks to; my savior and editor rumu ( @kigurumu ) who very politely tells me when im making up words n also when shit doesn't make sense but lets me make stupid final decisions that will come back to bite me in the ass<3 and also my gf yeji @suqakoo who watched me crash and burn about ten times while writing this monstrosity of fic and just laughed her support amazes me<3

BEFORE READING SEE HERE; body marks, under eye marks, sixam that i stole from the sims 4

He comes with the sole purpose of populating this uncharted territory with his seed.

Jungkook has been on many missions abroad. He’s visited about every planet in Sector 76 before this, the largest collection of neighboring galaxies known to exist. And because of that, he likes to think he’s well educated in extraterrestrial affairs, quite knowledgeable in the barbaric ways of the foreigners. They see, they mate. Pretty simple.

For the past couple years, as leading field researcher of Sixam, Jungkook has been exclusively studying every creature he comes across. He enjoys cataloging their habits, their mating cycles, and the unique culture they develop, sometimes intentionally and sometimes not.

Granted, he’s never been on a mission like this.

This type of mission has never been his.

When the great planet of Sixam wishes to settle colonies of new species— Sixamian bred with whatever other species that have deemed suitable —they usually task people like Namjoon or Seokjin, both high ranking generals of the Sixamian Intergalactic Corp. with a near immaculate genetic makeup. Their genotypes carry strong traits, and are oftentimes most reflected in their phenotypes as well. Beings like Namjoon or Jin are the epitome of what it means to be Sixamian, which is why Jungkook is surprised when they ask him to place his seeds on Planet 43 Z-7 of the Via Láctea solar system, otherwise known as ‘Earth.’

It wasn’t that Jungkook had major self image issues, nor did he think he was particularly bad to look at. In fact, Jungkook thinks he’s pretty amazing. Of course he doesn’t compare to Namjoon or Jin, but quite frankly, the comparison is skewed by the fact he works in a different field than them. You cannot compare black holes to asteroid belts; in a similar fashion, you cannot compare military generals to scientific researchers.

Anyway, Jungkook has never been to Planet 43 Z-7, but some of his coworkers have. They all claim it is a beautiful place, filled to the brim with life and culture never before seen.

Frankly, Jungkook doesn’t believe it.

He’s seen hundreds of planets, thousands of species, so he hardly feels amazed anymore. There is nothing enjoyable about other planets when he comes from Sixam, quite possibly the most intellectually advanced one in the universe. And he says this having met Yoongi of Planet 732 T-1, another being near immaculate in terms of cognitive abilities.

But not as perfect as Sixamians.

Hoseok says Planet 43 Z-7 has all sorts of unique artifacts, like these edible arrangements called ‘hot dogs’ you eat between two pieces of raised yeast. Planet 43 Z-7 has been unmarked for eons now, but is a popular hideout for rebelling Sixamians during their early years. Jungkook was never one of those types, but he has a handful of friends who were.

Needless to say, Jungkook isn’t looking forward to his mission. He asks Namjoon and Jin for tips on how to approach the reproductive members in the species, if there’s any protocol he needs to follow, but they simply laugh it off. They’ve both had the pleasure of, well, pleasuring some of the most beautiful creatures in the universe, so Jungkook’s incompetence must be a sight to see.

Airship handler Jimin is the last face he sees on Sixam. He’s as relaxed as ever, strapping Jungkook into his travel pod like this is just another one of his research trips and not his first ever population operation. He pats his shoulder once, tells him to bring him back something called a ‘Nintendo DS’ that his partner Taehyung has been begging for since the last time they went to Planet 43 Z-7, but Jungkook has no idea what that is.

And then he’s off.

Jungkook has long since grown comfortable with the emptiness of space, a desolate feeling that oddly made him feel at home. But, as he hurtles towards his destination, there’s a newfound sense of anxiety that consumes him at the thought of this unknown planet— this ‘Earth’ that his fellow Sixamian friends speak so highly about.

He lands in a field. Well, ‘lands’ is a bit of a stretch; his pod comes to a stop a few feet above Planet 43 Z-7’s surface, hovering over the natural flora that seems to grow in abundance in this part of the planet. It’s… dirty, compared to the sleek skyscrapers and glowing structures of Sixam.

He steps out tentatively, the vegetation crunching beneath the boots of his skintight spacesuit. The folks back at Sixam had told him that whatever the residents of this planet breathed in was compatible with Sixamians, but he still hesitates to click off his helmet.

The planet is quiet, save for the quiet chirping of some creature underground. The AI on his helmet pulls up the information before his very eyes, the advanced technology quickly tapping into wherever it was these beings stored their information. A mole cricket, he reads, first documented by a researcher about two hundred human years back. Very annoying.

His pod seals itself shut again, presumably heading back into orbit until Jungkook calls for it again. With it gone, he’s faced with the vast nothingness of Planet 43 Z-7, just grass and trees with very few things in between. He’s beginning to suspect Jimin might have sent him to the wrong coordinates, a void space on the planet with nothing but vegetation for miles.

Part of him is frustrated, beyond annoyed that he cannot even complete the one thing he came to do if there is no being in sight. But another part, the part of him that had been nervous to even accept this mission, feels grateful. Well, there was no use complaining about it now, he thinks. He pulls up his virtual journal, ready to catalogue every bit of vegetation he can set his eyes on.

After a while, his helmet becomes stuffy, the digital screen that plays over the glass piece fogging up with his breath. So Jungkook takes his chances and clicks it off, the sudden wash of oxygen filling his lungs quickly. It’s fresh and moist? It smells like his laboratories back on Sixam, the ones that took years of countless trips around the universe and meticulous gardening to cultivate. Yet here on Planet 43 Z-7, this type of phenomenon is common, and apparently, ignored by its residents.

One man’s trash was another man’s treasure, he supposes.

He’s scanning a peculiar organism, reddish and dome-shaped, when he hears the first crack of a twig. Immediately, his defenses rise. Jungkook was by no means a skilled warrior, but most Sixamians fared better than other creatures in the universe. Save for the few barbarian, primitive species they’ve encountered, 9/10 times any wild encounter was in their favor.

His eyes scan over the perimeter of the field, scanning, scanning, scanning— until he spots two, huge, glowing yellow eyes from distance. His eyes widen, flicking on the retractable blaster from his wrist and pointing it at the creature.

It’s bigger than him, with eyes that look over only a short distance before gradually dying down. He wonders if that’s the scope of its field of vision, crouching down along the vegetation. He creeps closer, rounds the bright beams until he can see the creature’s side, an oddly shaped thing, almost like a shell. It has wheels, he realizes, mentally jotting down the fact this species is advanced enough to develop such technology on their own.

Right as he’s beginning to lower his wrist, deciding this metal creature posed no threat from its lack of movement, something smaller moves around it, carrying a compact version of those glowing eyes.

Jungkook panics, wildly clicking through the modes on his wrists. He jumps from his blaster to the thermal detector, and the smaller creature that moves around the metal beast has a heat signature he’s never seen before, warmth that begins at its core but doesn’t drop drastically as it fans out. And then he’s switching to his electroscope and is startled to see that the smaller creature even carries an electric charge beneath its outer membrane.

This is terrifying, he thinks to himself, wondering why his friends back home had decided to trick him into believing Planet 43 Z-7 was remotely safe.

Before Jungkook can act rashly and accidentally kill that terrifying creature, he’s blindly stepping into a hole in the ground, a dip in the field. An uncontrollable yelp tears itself from his throat at the roll of his ankle.

Immediately, the yellow eye is upon him, flickering over his kneeling form in the vegetation. Jungkook freezes, caught in the all-seeing rays of the yellow eye. He wonders if this is the end, the end of an undoubtedly legendary run, as the creature slowly approaches.

Its figure is shrouded, the blinding eye turning them into just a silhouette that closes in on Jungkook fairly quickly. He squeezes his eyes shut, wishing he never stepped out of his pod, when the beam flickers off.

“Hello?” a hesitant voice calls out, and then he’s met with you.

You had always believed holding out until marriage would come as an advantage. You played it safe your entire life, always did what you were told. You had grown up in a relatively traditional household, always following the rules like a good kid. Your parents said no dating until seventeen? You waited until seventeen. Your health classes in school said practice abstinence? You practiced abstinence.

Following the rules was what got you into a prestigious university. Following the rules is what got you your first, quite admirable, job. Following the rules is what had gotten you into your first serious relationship with your boyfriend, who became your fiancé, who would become the man to cheat on you three nights before your wedding.

Being a virgin— that symbol of purity —was supposed to make you desirable to men, you thought. It was supposed to protect you from bad experiences, keep you perfectly polished until the time came. You had many a friend who had engaged in sex at a young age, experienced mind blowing sex that would never be topped, even by their own future husbands. You had saved yourself from disappointment by saving yourself in general.

Except that concept, that meticulously followed tradition, was what ultimately drove your fiancé away.

Three days.

Three days before you would marry and lose that treasured thing you had been carrying around for the past twenty-five years, flushed clean down the drain all because he couldn’t wait any longer. He had managed four years with you, four memorable years where he had religiously told you he loved you every chance he got, regardless of your lack of sex life. Just to blow it for some barely legal chick at a bar.

Needless to say, you were done. Absolutely finished with him and your friends who claimed they “weren’t surprised” only after the fact, or your parents who had urged you to try again. You were done with this saving and waiting all for a man who ultimately did you dirty. You needed to get away from it all, and the only way to do that was to leave the city all together.

Your parents were uncomfortable with the idea. They said it was too brash a decision to give up after one try. But your whole future had been riding on this one try, and to have it completely ripped away from you crushed not only your hope but your pride.

On the other hand, your grandmother and her lifelong experiences with men understood you just perfectly. She was old, living in a retirement home near your parents’ home in one of your city’s many suburbs. There was a house out in the countryside, about a two-hour drive from the city. She had grown up there, and even though she hadn’t lived there in years, she simply couldn’t bring herself to sell it off. So she gave it to you.

It was a cute little thing, a stereotypical farmhouse surrounded by miles and miles of nothingness. Well, your neighbors were about half a mile off on either side, but who was walking half a mile for a cup of sugar? No one.

You loved it.

It was peace and quiet, long days of focusing on yourself and your tiny garden outback. There was no societal pressure to act right, or forced ideologies to make yourself the ‘perfect woman.’ It was just you and a stray cat that visited now and then, spending day after day reading and writing, working from home.

The trips into the city were far and few between. There was a general store close to your house, nestled into a quaint little town you visited every so often. And the mailmen still had to make their stops through here, so everything was practically at your fingertips. The only thing you had to do in the city was drop by the main branch office of your job. Your work had mostly been over a computer before, so moving to work at home was rather easy. However, there was still the occasional board meeting to sit through.

So here you were, three months into your new living situation and on your way back home from the city. The evening sun is beating down hot on your yellow Beetle. You were in desperate need for a check up, but you kept pushing it off and telling yourself tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. It seems tomorrow should have been today, because by the time the sun is setting, home is still another thirty minutes away and the temperature gauge is climbing to unhealthy levels.

The Beetle pushes for another two minutes before wheezing to a stop in the middle of nowhere, your angry slaps against the dashboard doing nothing to revive it. With a muttered curse, you switch the car off. The front lights remain on even as you round the dead car, angrily kicking the tire with your heel. It doesn’t budge.

You sigh, sinking down to your knees beside the opened door you came out of. The nearest mechanic was still a forty minutes’ drive from here, and you doubt anyone is still open. The con of small towns is that most of the businesses close after sunset. One glance at your phone lets you know it’s way too late to call anyone for help. You contemplate just walking to your house, but it’s dark and far, and your heels were only meant to be worn for an hour or two during your meeting. Not for an entire transcontinental trek back home.

Sighing, you decide your best bet is tinkering around yourself. You weren’t a total idiot, so you hope whatever is wrong with your car is something you can fix on your own. You shoot back up to your feet, patting the blood back into your face as you round the car.

There’s nothing but you and the Beetle for miles on end— or so you think.

Just as you flicker your flashlight over the expanse of grass, there’s a startled shout that scares the living daylights out of you, flashlight fumbling in your hand in your haste to see what it was.

Great, so not only were you stranded in the middle of nowhere with nothing but your heels to carry you to safety, but now there was also a man out there, hiding in the tall grass like a voyeur.

It’s a terrible idea, but you approach him anyway. There’s a huddled figure, a gleam of a bizarre outfit that has you shaking in your heels as you step closer to the edge of the road. And when you finally get close enough, the light shining over their figure, you’re not exactly sure what you’re looking at.

“Hello?” you call out, and are met with the most violet eyes you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

Jungkook thinks you are an odd creature.

To begin with, you carry an electrical charge at your fingertips but are unable to revive your rickety metal ride with said touch. It is undoubtedly a trait he does not remember cataloguing in any other species before yours; it might rival the Sixamians’ aura sensing abilities, the little triangular markings beneath their eyes that allowed them to alter another’s emotions. Electricity beneath surface, he mentally notes for the nth time that night.

The inside of your vehicle is disgustingly mediocre, a mixture of old clogs and pipes he’s only seen in ancient Sixamian textbooks. Still, they’re devastatingly easy to figure out. One simple twist of a lid later and your car is revving back to life. You squeal and clap, clacking around on the frankly terrifying footwear you call heels that are practically knives as stilts.

Amazing, you cry, moving like a mini tornado around him. You don’t seem the least bit phased by his appearance, despite the initial shock you’d gotten when you first made eye contact. Actually, Jungkook thinks you might be the quickest extraterrestrial being to accept his existence as fact. He has to wonder what exactly goes on here that has these Humans, as Jimin has called them, so desensitized to the appearance of otherworldly figures such as himself.

You invite him into your moving death trap, not the least bit concerned with the chest piece of armor he removes and tosses into the seats behind him. Jungkook has been in a lot of near death situations, and somehow your manner of driving this metal box marks high on the list.

“My home,” you tell him when you finally pull up to a tiny shack of a house. It’s about the same size as his personal lab back on Sixam, so he wonders just which one of you is being deluded by the size. The car engine shuts off with a practiced flick of your wrist, and then you’re making your way up the front steps without sparing him a glance.

“Lovely,” he says at the entrance. He moves to travel deeper inside, but you warn him to remove his shoes. He does, hesitantly, bare feet padding along the wooden floors behind you. “Forgive me,” he apologizes, watching you bumble around a small space with a standing cooler and heat box. “I haven’t asked your name.”

You hum, tugging out two cups from a hanging cabinet. You fill them with a white substance, followed by a light brown powder that almost makes you sneeze, before shoving them into the heat box that begins suspiciously counting down. “__ ___,” you offer.

Jungkook frowns. “You have two names?” he asks skeptically. In Sixam, rarely anyone had two names. “Are you a government official?”

You laugh. “No, but I do work for an office. I have one name, and then my last name,” you explain.

This only perplexes him more. “A last name?” he repeats. “What is the purpose of this last name?”

You shrug, and the heat box beeps loudly. Jungkook twitches, ready to aim his blaster once more but you calm the beeping box with a gentle click that has the front opening, the most heavenly scent wafting into his nostrils. Oh Jungkook definitely needed to take that back. Much to his surprise, you hand him one of the handled cups, the sweet smell making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Well,” you say, seemingly unaware of the way you just changed Jungkook’s entire life. “I have my name, and then I have my family’s name. Like, to show we’re in the same group, kinda,” you explain. “And it also helps sort of differentiate you from other people with the same first name.” You settle down on a seat in front of the counter, carefully blowing across the liquid contents of the mug. Jungkook doesn’t get why until he tries to take a sip and the liquid scalds his tongue. You laugh. “Gotta cool it down, silly.”

He feels silly. In fact, he feels beyond embarrassed that someone who is not a Sixamian is looking at him with the same eyes you look at an infant with. He has a strong need to reinforce his superiority over you.

“Well I am Jungkook,” he announces proudly. “Jungkook of Sixam. The only Jungkook of Sixam, because we do not believe in sharing something as intimate as our names with another,” he huffs. You scoff, a genuine look of amusement crossing your features that Jungkook simply does not understand.

It’s with a practiced grace that you set your cup down on the counter, face coming to a rest in in the palm of your hand as you watch him talk over himself about the intricacies of Sixamian names, and how each one is carefully selected at one’s first celebration to honor the first long year of life they overcame. That look on your face, that disgustingly entertained expression does not melt away, even when Jungkook hastily calls your people imbeciles to your face.

“Yeah, well,” you shrug, staring deep into the contents of your hot cocoa, as you had called it when offering him a second cup, as if you don’t seem to disagree in the slightest. “Humans are like that.

There’s a quality to your voice, a rather melancholy tone that curls around your words that stops Jungkook’s tirade against your race for a moment. There’s a look in your eyes, hollow and alone, that he cannot place. He wonders if it’s from past experiences or from a shared Human trauma. Either way, he does not understand.

It’s with a shake of your head that you look up at him again, sweet smile back on your features. “Humans are selfish creatures, Jungkook,” you say.

He is not sure if he believes you.

Jungkook has traveled to many parts of the universe, has visited places your tiny Human brain may never comprehend. Yet he has not always received this treatment. There have been missions where he has been picked on and abused for his curiosity, rudely ejected back into the vast emptiness of space just because he wanted to know more, learn more. Not every planet welcomes him with a soft smile and a warm place to stay.

Despite the initial unimpressed confusion he felt upon entering Planet 43 Z-7, there is something about the quirk of your lips and gentle tapping of your fingers that intrigues him.

Huh, he thinks, subconsciously cataloguing your mannerisms in his head. He will write about this later.

You let Jungkook sleep in your quarters, a small area with a mattress that he sinks into with delight. There’s a change of clothing you set out on the edge of the bed, a rather shabby set that matches yours. He is reluctant to peel away his bodysuit, even more so when he realizes he is standing naked on a foreign planet with a very strange creature clattering around downstairs. He hurries into the clothes.

You peek your head into the room later on, carefully flicking off the lights as he settles onto the mattress. Jungkook is beyond tired, body fatigued from hurtling thousands of light years through space in such a short amount of time. The abundance of breathable oxygen is still something his body has to grow accustomed to. Your voice is soft as you whisper out a goodnight farewell that he can only sleepily mumble back.

Jungkook is quite literally the most gorgeous person you have ever seen. Well, person is a stretch considering you’re not entirely sure what he is, or where he’s from. When you found him, sadly crouched in the middle of nowhere, you wanted to convince yourself he was some random college boy lost on his way to a costume convention. But he’s not. His big purple irises are oddly bright, practically luminescent, and that’s definitely not something one could achieve through stage makeup. And he’s not a college student either, despite how youthful he looks, but a foreign being at least three times your age.

Or so he says.

Honestly, you’re torn between wanting to write him off a nutjob or believing he is this highly intelligent extraterrestrial being. In the case he is the latter, you find it odd that of all the planets in your solar system— a whopping eight, maybe nine —he chose crappy old Earth to visit.

Jungkook moves like a fine tuned instrument, graceful limbs wandering around your home and backyard the next morning. His little head piece, a unique accessory that wraps around the base of his skull like a microphone headset or something, seems to keep him in constant communication with his fellow brethren so long as he wears it. So he wears it all the time.

Still, you’re able to differentiate between his messages back home and his mindless mumbles. Those usually happen more often than not, soft muttering as he inspects your garden, vivid descriptions of the plainest things like an onion.

“Lemonade’s ready,” you call, stepping into your backyard. Jungkook peers over your rosemaries like a bunny, wide eyes scanning the pitcher you set out on your back porch’s table. Carefully, he steps around your meticulous rows of vegetables. He’s wearing the clothes you lent him last night, a pair of shorts and a shirt your brother had left when he visited a few weeks ago. They fit him nicely, shorts just shy of his knees.

“This is lemond-aid?” he asks quizzically, tentative hands reaching for the quickly perspiring glass. He has unique markings that begin at his hands, twisting and curling carefully around his arms. They’re gold in the sunlight, contrasting softly against his relatively peachy skin. There’s a matching set on his knees that wrap over and around his thighs, beneath his shorts. He looks every bit the celestial being, yet here he is marveling over the lemon slice balanced on the rim of his glass.

“Lemonade,” you correct, sitting down on your rocking chair. Your floppy sun hat protects you from the brutal rays of the sun, practically scorching in this summer heat. It reminds you of the honeymoon you were supposed to take a few months back. You stomp out the memory.

Jungkook takes tentative sips, stopping every few seconds to smack his lips at the taste. Then, suddenly, he’s plopping down on the wooden planks of your porch criss-cross applesauce. The bracelet-like contraption he had removed from his suit is sitting on his wrist by itself, with Jungkook rapidly tapping some unseeable button on it until a blue hologram appears between the two of you.

“Woah,” you gasp, the projection flawless and stable. Jungkook gets to work tapping at it, unrecognizable symbols appearing on the screen. His glass of lemonade is by his knee, ice tinkling inside.

“Lemond-aide,” he repeats, mouth moving awkwardly around the world. He glances at you for confirmation. You shake your head. Frustrated, he scoots up beside you, pressed against your leg like a puppy. “Say it,” he commands, tapping at his screen once.

You clear your throat. “Uh, lemonade?” you offer. Jungkook nods, clicks something else, and then your voice is repeating itself back to the two of you. He looks for your approval once more. “Perfect,” you nod, slightly bashful to hear your own voice played back like that.

Content with your approval, he gets back to work, clicking and typing wildly at the screen until it’s filled to the brim with those strange symbols. When he’s done, he says his name and date into the same recording device and shuts off his hologram. “It is an interesting thing,” he says quietly, bare feet swinging over the edge of the porch. “A sweet drink procured from a tangy fruit.”

You nod, can’t stop the smile that consumes your features at his childlike wonder. You know it’s not his fault that such simple things astound him, but there’s something about Jungkook’s genuine curiosity and snarky tongue that make you feel young again. Like a teenager in her prime, sitting with a silly high school boy. Not a woman sitting on the cusp of thirty, alone and untrusting of the world.

“What are hot dogs?” Jungkook cuts in abruptly, turning to face you with those purple eyes of his. You can’t help it; you laugh.

“I have some in the fridge,” you answer, leaving your rocking chair and him on the porch. Jungkook doesn’t sit still for long, quietly trailing behind you inside the house. The stray cat is here today, slinking around your ankles as you scour the fridge for the hot dogs. It’s a perfect day for a barbecue, you think, with hot dogs and lemonade.

The cat wanders over towards Jungkook, sniffing at his ankles before nuzzling against him too. “You also have smilodon on your planet,” he comments. “You are comfortable with such murderous beasts in your home?”

You furrow your brows. “It’s just a cat,” you shrug, leaning down to pick up the furry baby. He purrs against your chest while Jungkook glares at it.

“Have you taken its teeth for your own?” he asks.

“What?” you laugh. “He has all his teeth.”

Jungkook frowns. “No, his unusually large canines,” he explains, mimics two giant fangs with his fingers. “Is this a kitten of a smilodon?” You have no idea what he’s saying at this point, rubbing the cat’s back gently as Jungkook talks over himself. He does that a lot, you realize, ramble about facts you would otherwise see as of little importance.

The afternoon is spent grilling hot dogs, Jungkook carefully trailing the cat he has taken to calling Smilodon. You watch from the grill as he follows the cat around the garden, gently shooing it off when it gets too close to your broccoli plants. He’s cute, you think, watching him maneuver around your plants with the grace of a trained dancer.

He absolutely adores the hot dogs, spending another twenty minutes typing out one of those funky journal entries into the computer in his wristband. He asks about the Nintendo DS, something that makes you laugh boisterously at the absurdity of the question.

When it gets dark outside, he stands in one place and stares up at the sky, rendered motionless at the sight. Jungkook doesn’t like coffee, but he loves hot cocoa. He settles in to watch the nightly news with you, every five minutes filled with an abundance of questions about your planet— which he refers to by a unique set of numbers and letters you’ve never heard before —and what you like to do. Every tidbit of information is documented in his wristband.

He sleeps on the couch this time, feeling shameful to have pulled you away from such an amazing mattress. He says goodnight shyly from the bottom of the stairs, followed by a tentative wave he saw you give the mailman that morning. You say it back and fall asleep, the alien in your living room not making a peep.

Thus a whole week passes with Jungkook of Sixam.

On the seventh day of his stay, Jungkook is woken up by the quiet beeping of his headpiece. It’s Chief Kim Namjoon, calling to ask how his population operation of Planet 43 Z-7 is going. Jungkook stills, the quiet chirping of the birds outside your window filling in the space. The water is running somewhere inside your house, signaling your conscious state.

His answers are quick and sharp, nervous laughter falling from his lips as he rushes to end the call with Namjoon. He manages to do so just as you appear in the living room, skin nice and dewy from your morning shower, eyes still showing signs of your peaceful slumber.

“Good morning,” you rasp quietly, a soft ruffle of his hair as you pass by Jungkook on your way to the kitchen. His face feels warm, under eye markings surely glowing a vivid red at the gesture you have gradually ingrained into him, one that makes his heart rev up like an engine preparing to shoot off millions of light years into the distance.

Jungkook enters the kitchen behind you, your pet smilodon greeting the two of you with a gentle head butt against his ankles that is unlike any other smilodon he has encountered before. He sits at the counter as you work on breakfast, the faint scent of your cucumber body scrub wafting by with every turn you make in the small kitchen.

And then he’s thinking.

There are a few crucial bits of information that Jungkook has come to realize over the past week, some of which he hears directly from you, others he picks up from watching your ancient projection in the living room.

One: of the variety of human genders that exist on Earth, you are one that seems to carry the specific set of bodily structures necessary for reproduction. He’s inspected you carefully the last few days, watching the way you move and carry yourself, just to ensure such is true. By finding you right away, Jungkook was halfway to his goal of settling his seeds on Planet 43 Z-7.

Two: unlike most humans of Planet 43 Z-7, your body seems oddly… preserved, to say the least. He knows you are familiar with their reproductive rituals as he’s watched a few of said rituals on the projection box in your living room with you. They were very normalized among your people, with almost every broadcast including at least one mention of them every day. Despite that, your body shows no significant reaction to the scenes, and one sneaky scan of your vitals shows Jungkook that you have yet to participate in this ritual yourself.

Lastly, Jungkook has come to the terrible, godawful conclusion that he does not wish to rope you into breeding with him for the sake of Sixam’s colonialist ways. There’s something about you and your people that does not deserve to be seized by Jungkook and his people. A sort of untouched quality of the progression of your species.

As the oldest and most advanced planet in quite possibly the entire universe, Sixam holds significant power over everyone else. Their higher order brains have helped many a planet follow the right path in attaining the same level of perfection. They were saviors of some sort, touching every planet they visited with the finger of a god. While there were certainly some Sixamians who did not believe in this way of life, of stretching their hold across entire galaxies, others did.

Jungkook had always fallen in the middle. He had no particular desire to reign over the planets he visited, because his interests had always laid with the existence of the individuals on said planets. He was a researcher, not a military official like Namjoon or Jin. But he has to admit that time and again his research has procured the same results; while there were certainly other planets where the beings were more beautiful or the landscape more stunning than that of Sixam, there was not a single planet that matched their advanced mental capabilities.

Until now.

Your civilization moved in a rather fluid way, always changing and never settling. There were eras he learned about on TV, revolutions where one invention rose to prominence, where one sub-race rose to power. Even now, a simple scan through your news broadcasts leaves Jungkook curious. For the first time in a long time, his countless journal entries of information do not lead him to a plausible conclusion. Would you make it right and settle your disputes? Or would this endless fighting, sometimes carried out passively and through words, other times with the use of advanced weaponry, continue until the end of time? Jungkook didn’t know.

And it was wrong of him to ask you to carry the burden of introducing an entirely new species— a Human and Sixamian at once —for the sole belief that it would somehow “fix” your planet. For the sake of your people, it was best if Jungkook just bugged off.

And yet, the soft scent of your body lotion, the gentle brush of your hands against his scalp, the delicate way his name rolls off your lips like you’re tasting it for the first time, they all make his heart beat unnaturally fast beneath his skin. They make him yearn for a feeling, an emotion, he cannot quite describe.

He was in trouble.

Ovulation creeps up on you early into the next week.

You hadn’t been too focused on it this time around, mostly just worried about your period and how awkward it would feel around Jungkook of Sixam. Preoccupied with stockpiling pads and finding your heat pad, you forget about the few days before the period. The time where your libido rages like an animal that has been poked at one too many times.

The realization dawns on you slowly. Jungkook is sitting on the couch, avidly watching a documentary on ancient civilizations. He’s got one hand in a bowl of popcorn you set out for him, another mindlessly toying with a stray thread on a throw pillow. It’s when he looks at you with those big purple eyes, lips pouty and pink, that something distinctly carnal flickers on inside of you.

You ignore it. You wrap those feelings in a box and shove it deep into the recesses of your mind.

But Jungkook was devastatingly handsome, that much you’d known from the moment you saw him. When he’s not in the sun, those Sixamian markings wrap around his body in charcoal streaks, peeking out from the hem of whatever clothes you find for him everyday. For the most part, he’s been running through the pack of plain shirts you picked up from the general store, and the same two pairs of shorts on rotation. His body is artfully toned, thighs big and bulging, but waist small and tapered. His lower lip is the juiciest pink color you’ve ever seen, plush and soft, framing two rows of pearly white teeth. His hair is jet black, part favoring one side more than the other.

His hands are firm on the rare occasion he touches you; on your hips when you stumble around the kitchen, on your shoulder when he’s pointing out a particular constellation to you. Jungkook’s presence slowly begins driving you to insanity.

The worst thing is, you cannot tell if his curiosity comes from your status as a potential partner or his overall interests in your species. You want to convince yourself that he is just as interested in your body as an individual as you are his, but those hopes are dashed with every question he asks. Where does the sink drain? Where does the chocolate powder come from? How far is the nearest government official?

So you calm your thoughts, push them away with the same practiced ease you’ve mastered from a young age. Your purity remains untainted by others, only teased in the shower when Jungkook is wandering around outside. Then and only then do you offer yourself a reprieve, press your fingers down between your thighs and wonder what it is like to have someone else there.

You picture two purple eyes peering up at you from below, a pink tongue carefully licking against your puffy folds until you’re shaking. How well endowed was a Sixamian? You didn’t know, but you imagine them to be quite big if the subtle shifts you catch of Jungkook every now and then are any sign.

One finger wiggles past the tight ring of muscle surrounding your hole, the intrusion makes your knees buck. You sink along the shower wall, huffing and puffing as your fingers dance along your swollen clit, thumb swirling hurried circles around the bud until you’re cumming, body spasming from the force.

The water rains down on you, washes your shameful acts down the drain. Vaguely, you wonder if Jungkook is still outside or if the heat drove him into your air conditioned home. Did he hear you? For all his curiosity, you’re certain there are some aspects of the human experience that Jungkook did not want to see. His roommate/caretaker/only-human-friend masturbating was probably one of them.

It has been years since your fantasies included any other man, faithfully revolving around your ex-fiancé until the very end. It is scary how quickly the mere idea of Jungkook riles you up, how that violet gaze is enough to tear you apart.

When you resurface in the living room, the house is still. The only sounds are that of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the occasional creaking of the pipes. Jungkook is still outside, you sigh in relief, catching his fluffy head of hair bounding across the front yard with Smilodon on his heels. When he turns, you catch his eyes and he pauses. He offers you that same cute wave he learned last week, gentle smile gracing his features.

It’s the soft curve of his cheeks, eyes crinkling at the corners, that make the rapid thumping in your chest settle. You raise your hand, waving back through the window. All was well.

For now.

The next morning brings with it an overwhelming sense of anxiety. Namjoon calls him again in the morning, and this time Jungkook cannot skirt around the truth. He hurriedly tells his friend of his findings, of the beautiful society that flourishes on Planet 43 Z-7, and the never-ending personalities he has the chance of encountering. There is an author fansign, you told him, of a book he thoroughly enjoyed taking place next week. There is a woman in town who can fix any technology sent her way. There is a group of children who pass by and sell you food, these flattened things called Girls Cout Cook Ease. There is so much to see and so much to learn that it has Jungkook unconsciously projecting his excitement via his under eye markings.

You come downstairs mid-call, smiley and ditzy. You were normally a bubbly person, but this much excitement can’t possibly be yours. It’s the sign Jungkook needs to settle down, but Namjoon offers him one too.

Much to his chagrin, he warns Jungkook against getting too comfortable, tells him to finish his operation and scram as quickly as possible. The Higher Sixamian Court does not take kindly to Sixamians becoming enamored with other planets, especially if they are as advanced as Jungkook claims them to be. He’s rushing out information, begging Jungkook to finish or abandon his mission, anything but stay too long, and before Jungkook can respond, their comms are abruptly shut off.

He’s left blankly staring at your coffee table, Namjoon’s caution ringing loudly in his ears.

After the effects of his accidental influence wear off on you, you shake yourself awake, confusedly glancing around the place before shrugging it off. “Morning,” you say, the same as ever, patting his head softly. Jungkook watches you begin your daily routine, the kettle running on the stove as you get to work preparing his hot cocoa.

For a moment he wonders what it’s like to be like this, to live like this. Free from the standards of Sixam as you go about your morning. There is no drive in you to conquer everyone, no overwhelming need to ‘fix’ those around you. You exist by yourself in this tiny house outside the city, like a moon always circling but never interacting. He knows you have your own circumstances that drove you here, issues where you suffered that same grueling past of people forcing ideas and beliefs upon you as Jungkook. But now you’re here, housing an extraterrestrial being such as himself without any payment.

He wants to be like you.

He wanders over towards the kitchen, returning your sleepy smile when you catch his gaze. Jungkook likes this. He enjoys seeing you in the morning, still trailed by the remnants of sleep, with skin tender to the touch. The smell of cocoa filling his nostrils, the chirp of the birds outside your window. He likes Smilodon and the mailman, and the woman half a mile from here who brought you peaches the other day.

Most importantly, Jungkook likes you.

Not as a breeding partner or convenient hostess, but as a person. Your laughter makes him feel warm inside, like he is genuinely appreciated as is. You’re gentle with your words, and even more so with your touch; hands pat his head, hold his arm when he stumbles too close to the garden.

Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning.

He wants to remain beside you.

It’s a little stuffy inside your house today, a problem you solve by cracking open the kitchen window. A nice breeze flows over the two of you, pushing the scent of the cocoa and your coffee his way. But a sweeter one follows, something thick and earthy that rolls off of you in waves. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, tries to ward off those sounds he heard from you just yesterday afternoon.

Those whiny sounds, airy whimpers that had drifted down from upstairs. A wet squelch that had registered a little too loudly to his superior ears. It had haunted him last night on the couch, made Jungkook twist and turn until the fuzzy image of you relieving yourself went away.

Jungkook wanted to help with that too. He wanted to put his hands and his mouth in places you needed him most, pleasure you like you deserved.

But how could he tell you all this and more? Did he even have the right as an invader to profess his infatuation to you? This Planet 43 Z-7, this Earth, was filled to the brim with interesting things, yet you remained at the very top of Jungkook’s list. He couldn’t leave, not now, but he couldn’t stay either. His entire presence in itself was a ploy to spread his seed, a fact you continued to be unaware of.

Namjoon’s words bounce around his brain, twist and wrap around him until he’s shakily reaching for his mug. He couldn’t stay here any longer under this false pretense. He couldn’t lie to you another day, another second more. He was tired of being a sheep. It’s with this conflicting resolve that he commands himself to confess this to you at once.

So he spills it all out to you.

From the complex history of the Sixamians to his assignment of this mission. You listen quietly as you munch through breakfast, nodding along to each new point he brings up that changes the story. He tells you about the population mission, about how he was sent here to spread his superior genes over the land, but how he’s let that sit on the back burner while you taught him all sorts of new things. If you are unimpressed with Jungkook and Sixam, you don’t show it.

“So you came to... breed?” you ask when he has finished, hands neatly folded on your lap. Breakfast is finished, plate scraped clean.

Jungkook nods shamefully. “I was asked to contribute to the reconstruction of Planet 43 Z-7,” he says, repeating the practiced reasoning every Sixamian has heard at least once in their life. But in front of you, it makes him cringe.

The grandfather clock in the hallway clicks along quietly, the soundtrack to Jungkook’s desperate read of you. Your eyes are focused on the plate before you, lost in thought at the abundance of information he has just thrown on you. He could easily switch his influential abilities back on, brighten your mood like he has been taught to do with countless other species since the beginning of time. But it feels wrong to subject you to that, to strip you of your emotions, even if it would save him the discomfort.

Instead he sits in silence.

Jungkook waits patiently, even though every fiber in his being is telling him to get up and make a run for it. Escape before he can see a look of disgust aimed his way. But he has come to value your opinions as equal to his, and the thought of leaving you by yourself does not sit well with him. So he waits.

It takes a few minutes of contemplation before you grace him with an answer, nervously rubbing your hands over your thighs. “I understand, Jungkook,” you exhale tightly. “But I don’t think I’m the partner you are looking for.”

“No! I was not— It was not my intention,” he stammers, waving his hands all over the place in his hurry to explain. He sucks in a sharp breath. “I do not wish to force such a burden on you, __,” he manages, “I would not do that to you.”

He is about to pat himself on the back for his save, when suddenly the corners of your lips take a sharp drop. “Oh, I see,” you mutter, arms self consciously wrapping around your frame. “So you don’t see me as a suitable partner?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your drawn conclusion. “No,” he chokes, and your frown deepens. “I mean, yes, I do see you as a viable partner to engage in reproductive activities,” and now he’s spiraling, the surprised look on your face only fueling his pea-brained ramblings, “I just—I assumed you did not enjoy that?

His excuse sounds so unbelievably weak even to his own ears.

“What made you think that?” you ask. At the rate this conversation is going, Jungkook fears his brain will soon fry itself out.

His mind is a spinning mess, like the inside of a vacuum that rumbles and turns with each new thought that enters. What was he supposed to say? That he’s heard you in your most intimate moments, moments where you hid from him? Or that he’s done countless scans on your body when you weren’t looking and came to the same result every time; that result being that you have never been touched by another before? And what was he supposed to draw from these conclusions if not that you abhorred such intimacy?

“I-I heard… you,” Jungkook admits quietly. “And, I felt your emotions. They were nervous.” He does not need his thermal detector to feel the heat that floods your face. “I did not want to impose on such a fragile moment,” he continues. “And I apologize if my actions have made you uncomfortable.”

“No, no,” you wave off, pressing the back of your knuckles to your cheeks. “I apologize for doing something so inappropriate with you in my house.”

Jungkook’s brow furrows. “Do you not enjoy participating in sexual activities, __?” he asks curiously.

You gulp loudly, obviously startled by his question. Which part of it, Jungkook doesn’t know. He nudges your knee with his, urging you to answer. A shaky exhale, and then you’re rambling. “I-No, I do,” you rush out, avidly avoiding his gaze. “I, um, I just have never, uh, been with anyone.”

“Oh,” Jungkook blinks. “Is that why your reproductive areas are strangely well preserved for a being your age? I was beginning to wonder about the complexities of Human reproduction after meeting you, __. Is there a certain tradition one must follow to copulate with you?”

“No, no,” you rush to correct. Jungkook has obviously said something that upset you, because when you speak again your aura is tainted with the hints of irritation. “Tradition is stupid,” you explain slowly, a sense of heartache consuming him at your rather lonely figure. He is beside you, yet feels a thousand light years away from your heart. “I was just a fool.”

His gaze softens, carefully placing a hand on your knee comfortingly. He doesn’t have to say anything more, just let you know he isn’t far at all, and you understand. You lean against his shoulder, the same sad look in your eyes. The grandfather clock ticks on in the hallway, in sync with the slow rhythm of your heart. Jungkook places a kiss to the crown of your head.

The day drags on.

Your morning chores are finished quickly with Jungkook at your side. He obsesses over the plants and plays with Smilodon. You make apple juice today with the fruits that fall from the tree out front. Jungkook enjoys it, but not as much as lemonade. Still, it gets its own entry in his log.

He asks more questions about your world, straying away from the ones he had last week that seemed to exclusively revolve around the fauna and flora. Now, he is interested in your Human way of life. The TV confuses him, and he doesn’t quite understand the difference between dramas and news stations. So you explain as best you can for him.

His main issue lies in his inability to comprehend the constant strife within your planet, especially when you explain to him topics like poverty or homelessness. Sixam is nothing like Earth, he says, because everyone on Sixam is looked after and taken care of as deemed appropriate. There is no division of classes because deep down, every Sixamian acknowledges they are superior to the rest of the universe. It sounds like a utopia to you, but you’ve read enough books to know how those usually turn out.

That fact intrigues Jungkook as well. How Humans can be aware of so many altering concepts and beliefs, yet desensitized to all. He doesn’t get it, and explaining the concept of fiction existing on a separate plane only confuses him more.

Eventually you bring it back to tradition, somehow, that dreaded word you’ve come to abhor. Jungkook enjoys learning about your culture and your way of life, little things you do here and there. But as most things do in your life, the conversation circles back around to your failed marriage.

“Ah,” Jungkook says. “So it is tradition to save your first reproductive act for the one you ‘marry’?” You nod, toes tucked up into the couch. It’s a little before sunset now, the orange hue of the outdoors leaking into your living room. “And then you take their last name? That is very confusing, __. I thought this last name identified you to your fellow Human, how can you so easily change it around?”

You laugh. “It's complicated,” you offer. Jungkook chuckles as well, obviously overwhelmed with all the new information you provided him with today.

Jungkook nods pensively but you doubt he understands. “I see,” he mumbles, fingertip tapping against the armrest he’s leaning against. It’s a tell tale sign that he desperately wants to document what you’ve said in his supercomputer bracelet but is holding back for the sake of this moment. You think it’s rather sweet. “So copulation does not always secure you a partner.”

You shrug halfheartedly. “People have different drives,” you say. “Some of them want love and some just want sex.”

“And you?” he asks suddenly, big purple eyes swirling with entire galaxies. “What would you like?”

A lot of things, you think, but when it comes down to it, when Jungkook asks you with his pretty eyes and pouty lips, you can’t find the right words. “Both,” is your measly reply. “What about you?”

He seems just as thrown off by your question as you, eyes widening as he leans back. The living room is bathed in warm splashes of color, the last of the sun’s rays painting Jungkook in a rather romantic light. You can’t look away. “I too would like both,” he admits, idly tracing the tip of his finger along the markings that decorate the tops of his knees. “This notion of attraction beyond the physical realm is not common in Sixam,” he answers. “Sixam is very… strict about what a relationship entails.

You set your mug down on the side table, shuffling around until your toes poke his hip, arm thrown over the back of the couch. “How so?” you ask.

Jungkook’s lips push out into a frown. “The Higher Sixamian Court has long since ruled that mating rituals between citizens are strictly limited to those that will produce the most immaculate genome,” he says, as if that is just another simple, everyday fact of life. It is for him, but not for you.

“So, are you like… assigned?” you press, suddenly wondering how a being as curious and sentimental as Jungkook has survived so long in a place like Sixam. “And like, do you raise kids together?”

“Until the end of their first era,” Jungkook supplies, as if that makes the slightest bit of sense. “And sort of. Sixam is not that oppressive,” he jokes, but there is something about his eyes missing their usual glow that tips you off. “I have yet to copulate for reproductive purposes.”

You pause. “But you have for… fun purposes?”

Jungkook looks at you seriously. And then, ever so slowly, the little marks beneath the corners of his eyes, the little triangles that usually flare blue, fade into a lovely pink shade. “I-“ he stammers, obviously flustered by your question. “I have.”

Your mouth parts into a little o. “With other Sixamians? Or….” Jungkook flushes, nods meekly. His expression seems off, like it isn’t a particular fond memory he carries. “Was it bad or something?”

He sighs. “It is… very lacking. Nothing like the scenes depicted in your projection box.” He nods towards the TV, you barely contain a giggle at its name. You reach for your mug instead. “There is no,” he waves a hand in front of his face. The last rays of sun catch on his hand and turn his charcoal markings a pretty gold. “No expressions of adoration beyond what is necessary. And I do not particularly enjoy that.”

You nod understandingly. “You're soft,” you tease, watch his little triangles light up again at your words. “It’s okay,” you reassure him, “so am I.”

He says nothing, just stares blankly out the front window as the sun disappears behind the horizons, leaving thousands of glittering lights in its wake. Not man made but natural; right. “I think your last name is lovely,” he suddenly announces. You chuckle against the lip of your mug, but Jungkook doesn’t find it amusing. He turns to you with that sparkling purple gaze, like you’ve hung those stars outside yourself. “There is no other __ ___ like you.”

Your face feels warm, and you’re not sure if it’s from the coffee steam rising from the mug or Jungkook’s unexpected reassurance. It makes your heart tender, sends a shock through your system that leaves your body buzzing. “Thank you,” you say sincerely, covering the palm he rests over the couch with yours.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t need to.

Ovulation ends, but your blossoming feelings for Jungkook do not go away.

The next morning his comms remain shut off. Jungkook has never had his communications back home cut off, save for the time in his first era where he brashly spoke out against his superior in a lab. He was young and had much to learn, took too many risks and didn’t consider the consequences. He guesses he hasn’t grown much since then as he watches you tend to your garden.

“Smilodon urinated in the closet,” he announces, witnessing the smile slowly slip off your features. He lets you revel in your annoyance for exactly two seconds before following with the phrase he heard on your box the other day. “Just kidding! You are being prank’d.

Your frown is nothing like the expression the program’s contests exhibited following their supposed pranking. “Jungkook, that’s not funny,” you huff and his heart sinks. A soft snort. “Okay, maybe a little,” you concede with a terribly contained smile.

He bounds over, kneels down beside you, and begins pulling the overgrown weeds out with you. “I saw it on the projection box the other day,” he explains excitedly, tossing the weeds into the bag between you two. “I did not know such pleasure could be received from silly broadcasts like that.” You nod, say something about all kinds of dumb shows existing before a pout taints your lips. “What's wrong?”

A long sigh from you. “I think the sun isn’t reaching these,” you tell him, lifting the stem of a sad looking tomato plant. It’s the closest one to the house, often covered by the house’s shadow when the sun shines best. “They’re sad.”

He tilts his head to the side quizzically. “Sad?” he repeats, reaching for his wristband before he can stop to think. If his extensive journaling reads right, your planet’s vegetation follows similar patterns to that of another’s, requiring allotted amounts of sunlight and water to flourish. “How can it be sad?”

Caught up in his notes, he doesn’t realize you’ve migrated to the other side of the garden now, dutifully picking out more weeds. “Well, it looks sad doesn’t it?” Jungkook glances back again. The tomato stalk is significantly droopy and malformed, smaller than its brethren who sit only a few inches away in direct sunlight. It’s colors are dulled and almost… sad. Huh. How peculiar.

He chances one glance back at you, deems you far enough, and then channels the entirety of his energy towards the tomato plant. It wiggles a few times, kind of like it’s dancing, before you’re calling his name from the other side. “What’re you doing?” you ask, hand on your hip. Jungkook stills.

“Um,” he drawls. The plant returns to its sulky state.

Garbage bag full of weeds, you pass by him with a shake of your head. “Don’t do anything weird to my plants, silly,” you chide. Jungkook huffs, follows behind to take the bag off your hands. You thank him, join him for his walk around the house until he tosses the bag into the garbage can out front. Before he can retort and engage you in a playful argument regarding his superior abilities, you’re crouching down by the spigot out front. It’s making a weird hissing noise that has Jungkook frowning as he walks over.

Right as he approaches, you make the amateur mistake of turning the handle, water spewing out from the gap between the spigot’s mouth and where it’s supposed to meet the hose. You screech, and Jungkook can’t shut it off fast enough.

In the end, both of you are drenched.

“Ugh,” you groan as you walk around the house to the unlocked back door. Jungkook trudges behind, just a teensy bit annoyed by the mud that quickly stains his rubber sandals. “This is so annoying!” you complain loudly, shaking yourself off like Smilodon when it accidentally fell into the sink the other day. “Ruined my day.”

At that Jungkook frowns. He does not want your day to be ruined, especially not by some faulty spigot outside. You were too good for such emotions, too perfect in his eyes. Sadness and the like did not suit you; they had no place ruining your beautiful features. You’re huffily patting yourself down at the back porch now, distress prominent on your features as you most likely consider the second load of laundry you will have to do today.

The tomato stalk glances at him sadly from the ground, and before Jungkook can stop himself, he’s breathing in deeply and pushing his generally relaxed attitude onto you. You can be mad later, but right now Jungkook doesn’t want to see you sad. It’s effective immediately, your gloominess quickly fading away. You breathe in deeply, eyes falling shut, and when you open them again you’re offering him the most gentle smile he has ever seen.

And a soaked through shirt that highlights the shape of your red undergarments. Jungkook’s eyes widen, unconsciously flicking down to the sight you present him with, and a different emotion floods his senses.

It’s quite possibly his biggest mistake. Because while he can easily look away, it takes longer for those emotions to fade, and soon they’re being reflected on you.

“Wow,” you exhale, shaking your head in confusion because these aren’t your emotions— you probably know they’re his. Jungkook feels terrible instantly.

“I’m sorry,” he rushes out, scrambling up the steps to guide you inside. Simultaneously, he’s shutting down his influential abilities, scolding himself for slipping up with you like this. You most certainly did not want to feel this way around Jungkook, yet here he was quite literally projecting onto you. “Please, let’s go inside.”

You nod, jolt when his hand touches the small of your back as he guides you in. “Oh,” you gasp, and Jungkook has to bite his lip to force himself from making the situation worse, from thinking thoughts you would not approve of. “Why— what's happening?” you ask in a breathy tone, lingering by the staircase Jungkook tries to push you up.

He sighs. “I— I was trying to brighten your mood,” he admits, metaphorical ears pressed against his head like when Smilodon gets scolded for knocking down a plant. “And, um. There was— the, um, sight of your undergarments distracted me for a moment.” You glance down and seemingly become aware for the first time that your bright red bra is on display, shyly covering yourself with your arms.

“Distracted?” you mumble softly, leaning against the banister of the stairs. Your skin is radiating more heat than Jungkook ever recalls, face demurely turned down towards the floor. He could have sworn he stopped projecting minutes again— why were you still behaving like this? Did he break you? Did he exude more energy than he meant to, accidentally extend the length of the emotions? “I’ll go upstairs now,” you announce quietly, touch his arm almost sensually as you pass by.

Your skin is warm, that heavenly scent that Jungkook craved rolling off in waves— but he was certain he’d stopped himself before anything became too overwhelming. Were his emotions stronger than he had fooled himself into believing? There was no way he had felt or looked as riled up when he accidentally influenced you. So where exactly were these emotions coming from? What exactly was making you behave this way even after he’d withdrawn his influence? Could it be...

Jungkook watches with wide eyes, almost certain that your behavior, though sparked by his initial slip up, was entirely your own at this point.

There was a lot of weight behind that.

The water turns on upstairs, and he has to strain his ears, still his breathing, just for a hint of your sounds. But they’re there, quiet successors to the louder moans you’d let out the other day. They make him shiver, melt against the staircase as his cock twitches in his pants. His body comes alive, something distinctly carnal twitching beneath his skin, blossoming out at the base of his spine.

And still, as he grinds his hand into his palm, it is not merely the sight of your red undergarments that render Jungkook useless. No, the ghost of your smile at his poorly executed prank follows, brands itself into the inside of his eyelids as he slowly falls apart.

Was it your own emotions that had made you like that? he wonders, sinking to his knees in the hallway. If you came down right now, you’d certainly catch him. But Jungkook can still hear your muffled cries from upstairs, and furthermore, Jungkook wanted desperately for you to catch him. He knows you won’t, but the idea makes him shiver, has him coming in his bottoms shamefully.

“What the,” he huffs, sweat trailing down his forehead. His brain replays that look in your eyes. That emotion you displayed that, although it may have been planted by him, was taken by you and magnified. Had you been just as excited by the sight of Jungkook’s wet body as he had yours? And if such was the case, was your attraction to him limited to the physical realm?

He doesn’t want to delude himself, but your words from the other day ring loudly in his ears. Soft, you had called him, for wanting something both physically and emotionally intimate. But you were the same, or so you claimed.

Was it so wrong for Jungkook to think that ideology applied now?

That night you join Jungkook outside for his routine stargazing. He sits on the porch while you sit on your rocking chair, mugs of hot cocoa in hand as Jungkook retells his adventures across the universe.

Space is bigger than you thought, with a culture far more complex than Earth’s. It makes you wonder how Jungkook, who has quite literally seen it all, can become so enamored with this place. There’s bigger and better somewhere out there; planets that won’t force terrible traditions on him or task him into ungodly missions. Yet he lingers here, in this quiet space between your garden and your house, head on your lap.

His hair is soft, almost like silk, and he enjoys having it touched. “I do not wish to leave,” he admits quietly, empty mug long since set aside. You hum, encourage him to elaborate. “The beauty of the universe lies entirely on Planet 43 Z-7.”

You snort. “No way,” you say, trace your hand down his jawline. Jungkook says nothing of your wandering hands, skin warm to the touch. Some of his markings decorate his neck, curl around the pale skin in perfectly symmetrical swoops. They creep beneath the hem of his shirt, and you wonder what they look like down there.

You flush those thoughts away, that afternoon’s events still fresh in your mind. From your understanding of the events, Jungkook had been excited at the sight of your body, so he obviously had to hold some attraction towards you. But how much of that was purely physical and how much was emotional?

“I want to have your last name,” he announces suddenly. You choke, breath caught in your throat from the randomness of the statement. Your reaction makes Jungkook pull away from your touch, stare at you with wide eyes like you do him.

“I— what?” you stammer, having gained back your composure. Or at least some of it. “Jungkook, I don’t think you know what that means.”

He frowns, shuffles around until he’s facing you, and lays his head across your lap again. This time, those purple eyes that dance with nebulas and stardust zero in on you. His hair tickles your bare thighs, makes you unconsciously press them together when his warm breath fans across your skin. “You amaze me,” he murmurs, eyes glazed. “I have never seen a being like you, who lives so far off from society, thrive in their own bubble— is it too much for me to want to live like you? Be with you?”

“Huh?” you ask, ever so eloquently.

Jungkook smiles, turns his face to hide it against you. Pink lips brush against your skin, your hands unconsciously shooting into his hair to guide him away. When his head rolls back, he’s got this rather melancholy look on his face. “The beauty of the universe lies entirely on Planet 43 Z-7,” he says again, “and I am looking right at her.”

Your face burns.

Heart hammering in your chest, palms sweaty, you don’t know what to say. He looks at you with that vibrant gaze, drinks you in like you’re the finest of wines and your heart absolutely cannot handle it. Your brain fumbles for a response but by then Jungkook is standing up, head tilted downwards cutely as he observes you. One hand in his, thumb gently swiping over your knuckles. “I would like to show you every expression of adoration possible, __,” he murmurs, presses a kiss to your knuckles before disappearing back inside.

You stay outside, turning his words inside and out, backwards and forwards, until you deduce that Jungkook of Sixam most definitely harbored the same feelings for you as you did for him. It’s odd, because it is exactly what you want but the idea scares you to death. The last time you let a man into your life under a similar guise you ended up wasting years of your life, clinging to this grand finale you never got. And now this foreign being was proclaiming his feelings for you, possibly propositioning you for the same thing.

Did you want Jungkook? Yes, undoubtedly yes. He was free from the shackles of tradition that had held you down so long, didn’t believe in this twisted notion of your body being “sacred.” He was a breath of fresh air, unlike anyone you’ve ever met before (although part of that was due to his alien heritage).

However, he was not free of flaws, and perhaps that is what entices you more.

Jungkook, though he looked and spoke like the perfect man, was a being of his own, with struggles of his own. He too had his own handful of painful memories, toxic ideologies that followed him around. But Jungkook was willing to learn, to change. And you admired him for it.

Tip-toeing back inside, you find the house shrouded in darkness. The steady tick of the grandfather clock lessens the rapid beating of your heart. Jungkook is sitting on the living room couch, legs pulled to his chest. Muscle memory has you reaching out for the top of his head like always, ready to pat his fluffy hair as if you hadn’t just spent the last twenty minutes outside doing just that. He turns around just as your fingers touch his soft strands, purple eyes meeting yours. You trace your hand down the side of his face, knuckles brushing over his cheekbones; he puckers his lips, bestows a second tender smooch against you.

“I like when you do that,” he says, voice unexpectedly loud in the otherwise silent house. As he speaks, he shifts to the side, arm thrown over the back of the couch to look at you completely. You swipe your thumb over his bottom lip and he gulps. “Makes me crazy.”

You chuckle, releasing him to round the couch. Jungkook’s got this sweet smile on his face, hand outstretched for you. When you take it, he tugs you onto the couch, flush beside him. Your thigh is practically thrown over his, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders. You heart flutters and you can no longer look him in the eye.

But that’s okay because Jungkook can. He ducks down, dark hair tickling your skin as his breath ghosts over your lips. “May I?” he asks softly, nose bumping against yours. “May I have the honor of pleasuring you?”

Your breath catches in your throat, answering with a tiny nod that makes his lower lip brush against yours teasingly. “I-If I am suitable,” you mumble, tingles spreading all over your body.

Jungkook smiles, pretty and bright, as he turns his head to slot your mouths together. “No,” he says, “if I am suitable. You are more than enough.” Lips brush against yours, shaky breath meets yours, and then he’s kissing you. Slow yet suave, carefully molding against you as if he is afraid of breaking you. His lips are like two soft pillows, moving against yours in a practiced rhythm that makes you tremble against him. Every bit the measly virgin, but Jungkook likes you just so.

He pulls away with a pop, his figure shadowed by the darkness of the room. But his eyes, purple irises, glow brightly. Like two pools of cosmic dust swirling around his dark pupils. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this before, but you hardly saw Jungkook in the dark anyway. He hides them too soon, eyes fluttering shut as he leans in again.

The second time, there’s a faint flick of his tongue against your bottom lip. The action makes you gasp quietly, lips parting for a fraction of a second. But Jungkook is quick, slips his tongue past your lips. It’s lewd; his breath mingles with yours, tongue pushing against yours. Slick and dirty, spit traveling between your two mouths, but Jungkook makes sure you’re okay, sinfully wrapping his lips around your tongue when you get too brave. A moan escapes you, fingers squeezing around his.

Jungkook squeezes back, pushes forward until you’re pressed against the back cushions of the couch. “This okay?” he husks, low-lidded eyes meeting yours when he pulls away. You nod, words caught in your throat. Jungkook’s gaze lasers in on your mouth, and he seems to have an internal debate before eventually pulling away to kiss your neck.

You tilt your head back, choppy exhales creeping out from between your lips as he kisses down the column of your neck, untangling his hand from yours to press against your hip instead. It’s with a devastatingly slow speed that he eventually slinks away, finds himself kneeling between you on the floor with hands dancing over the tops of your thighs. Your heart is beating a thousand miles in your chest, threatening to rip itself right out when he meets your eyes a second time.

He pushes your legs apart, not once looking away as he gently encourages you to raise one. Lips pressed against your knee, slowly trailing down the skin of your thigh. Your hand squeezes at the couch cushions. Jungkook pulls a startled yelp from you when he tugs at the backs of your knees, makes you slump down the couch with your legs perfectly spread out for him, feet flat on the floor. Then he’s back to kissing you, languidly pressing smooch after smooch against your scorching skin until he’s reaching the apex of your thighs, stilling once to look your way.

“Go ahead,” you choke out, hands clutched over your chest, as if that’ll keep your heart from up and running away. Jungkook takes your admission and moves on, puckered lips meeting your mound through your clothing. It’s the first time you’ve ever had someone else so close to your most sensitive areas, and rightly so, you whimper.

“Shh,” he soothes, thumb pressing against your hip as he carefully hikes one of your legs over his shoulder. You’re quivering like a leaf, lower lip bitten raw between your teeth as you watch him move between your legs. “I don’t wish to hurt you,” Jungkook murmurs.

Another press of his mouth against you, this time right over where your bud hides, and the sensation makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. His fingers tighten around the waistband of your shorts, take your underwear with them when he begins pulling them down your hips. You push yourself up briefly, let him slide them down your legs and bare yourself to him for the first time.

Your cheeks flood with warmth, hands unconsciously reaching to pull your shirt down, but Jungkook catches you. Fingers tangle with yours, warm breath fanning over your slick folds. Unconsciously, you tense up at his proximity, the stark realization that this was the moment you had waited for for a good chunk of your life suddenly hitting you. Jungkook seems to notice you crawl inside your head, drawing you back with a squeeze around your hand, luminous eyes meeting yours.

“If you need me to stop, I will,” he reassures you.

The blood is rushing to your ears, his words nearly lost in the madness. “Aren’t you scared?” you ask quietly, voice wobbly, holding his hands so tightly you’re surprised he doesn’t complain.

Jungkook shakes his head. “No,” he answers. “Would you like to know how I feel?”

Hesitantly, you nod. Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut, but the little triangle markings beneath his eyes begin to glow. Like fireflies in the dark, two little lights that intensify as he exhales.

And then, suddenly, you’re flooded with a new wave of emotions, similar to yours but not. They feel like yours, but are distinctly his, make you arch against the cushions with a soft groan.

At the forefront, lust that swarms your senses and makes your body melt into the couch beneath you. It makes you shiver, nipples peaked beneath your top as his feelings and their intensity grow on you. It feels like drowning, like swallowing a thick and sticky substance that lingers in your throat and refuses to go away. It’s how he feels about you at this moment, so strongly it could drown him.

So overwhelmed with that sensation alone, you almost don’t recognize the second emotion that Jungkook takes and pours into you.

Warm and comforting, like being embraced by a thousand doves, kissed by a swarm of butterflies. It’s different from the first, doesn’t tap directly into your physical body, but wraps around your heart, creeps into your thoughts. Until you’re rolling your eyes back open and meeting his, the feeling so plainly spelled out across his features.

Sheer and utter adoration.

“Oh,” you breathe, face scorching to the touch following the emotions Jungkook’s just revealed to you.

He grins, shy, and squeezes your hand. “What do you want to do?”

Biting your lip, you take initiative and hook your knee over his shoulder, the same way he had shown you just moments prior. “Please,” you murmur, “show me more.”

And Jungkook does.

A soft kiss against the inside of your thigh, nose running along your skin teasingly. And then he’s faced with your puffy lips, pink skin slick with arousal. Jungkook sighs softly, tilts his head as if he’s analyzing his next course of action, and then carefully places his mouth against you.

“Mmmh,” you whimper, hips instinctively bucking into the touch, never having felt such intense pleasure before. Jungkook doesn’t mind as he languidly kisses your folds, eyes shut as he loses himself in the motions. The first swipe of his tongue makes you twitch, arms flailing but Jungkook holds them down, entwined fingers pressed against the couch.

His tongue is an entity of its own, wet muscle pressing and licking at your most sensitive areas like it was made specifically for this. Never mind talking, Jungkook’s tongue was made to lap at your pussy like this. He licks a long stripe up from your quivering hole to your engorged clit, curling at the end as if you were nothing more but a sweet for him to mindlessly play with.

Your muscles clench up, the leg thrown around his shoulder unconsciously pulling him closer until his nose is pressed flush against your clit. Jungkook breathes in deeply, moans softly but it sends earth-shattering vibrations up your core until you’re a whimpering mess. “O-Oh,” you cry, sweat clinging to your skin as Jungkook continues lapping at your folds.

He releases one hand, uses it to push your other leg further away to properly slot himself against you. You take the opportunity to wildly reach for him, grabby hands lost in the silky waves on his head as you urge him closer to where you need him most. You’re not even sure where that is anymore, your clit or your entrance, but Jungkook switches between the two just fine.

That warm tongue prods at your entrance, tip sinking inside just enough to make you gasp. It’s a new experience for you, someone’s tongue touching and stroking you there, and it feels like an entirely new door opens from that action alone. You whimper his name, dig your nails across his scalp like maybe he’ll grant you a reprieve and pull away. But you don’t really want that, and so you’re happy when he stays where he is.

The hand that had rested against the juncture of your hip glides up, lays flat over your mound with his thumb idly swirling around your clit. The combination of his tongue breaching your hole and his fingers playing along your clit makes you spasm. “Wait,” you sob, the muscles in your thighs twitching as he licks away. “I-I’m gonna—“

An overpowering wave of relief floods your senses shortly before that last syllable can escape your lips; everything goes tight and then suddenly you’re on a cloud, cum spilling from your heat and onto his waiting tongue. Jungkook licks it all up, slurps loudly against your clit as the last waves of your orgasm run their course. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing up your navel, t-shirt pushed away as he goes.

When he reaches your face, you’re quite embarrassed to find the area around his mouth to be glistening with your juices. “You’re incredible,” he says, easygoing smile on his lips. But there’s something hard and heavy against you, snuggled between your thighs, that makes your face heat up all over again.

You can’t find the words to respond, and lose the opportunity when Jungkook captures your lips with his again. He’s more assertive this time around, roughly pushing against you until you’re certain you’ll bruise. But it feels good, makes you wrap your hands around him as Jungkook grinds down against you. When he pulls away, he’s got this dark look on his face, out of place against such bright eyes.

He says nothing as his hands creep up your waist, push your t-shirt and bra out of the way, until he’s cupping your breasts in his palms. Experienced hands massage them thoroughly, roll the soft skin between his fingers. His mouth is against yours again, tongues pressed together; Jungkook groans and the sound shoots straight between your thighs. He pinches a nipple between his fingers and you whimper, break away from his kiss to hide your face against his shoulder.

His cock is heavy against your folds, the thick material of his pants slowly stimulating you again. The cotton brushes against you, most certainly picks up your wetness as it goes, and Jungkook lets it as he continues to grind down against you with his hands on your tits. Your hands tear their way down his back, fist the material of his shirt in your hands. “Off, off,” you plead, desperate to feel more of him against you.

Jungkook complies, sitting up to yank his shirt over his head. You were right about his markings, dark swoops and circles that decorate his chest and abdomen before tapering down around his waist. Your mouth salivates at the sight, blindly reaching for your own clothes as if one look away will make him disappear.

He doesn’t.

In fact, the removal of both your tops only makes Jungkook hungrier, completely abandoning your lips to suck your breast into his mouth instead. “Jungk— fuck,” you wail, slipping further down the couch as you lose yourself in Jungkook’s embrace. His teeth nibble at your swollen bud, roll the sensitive skin around before pulling off with a wet pop.

Your breath jumps when he reaches behind you, corded arm locking around your waist as he repositions the two of you, unsatisfied with the previous position. He lifts you up with his undoubtedly superior strength, one palm beneath your thigh as he plops you down across the couch more comfortably, head neatly resting on a throw pillow.

Your heart is in your throat, desperate to memorize the man before you, inked skin, lean and meaty, vibrant violet eyes that focus solely on you. Before he can join you on the couch, Jungkook steps away, tucks his thumbs into his waistband and swiftly removes them. His engorged cock, bigger than any you’ve seen in any erotic video— and that was saying a lot —springs up against his navel, flaming tip glaring right at you. Your pussy quivers at the sight.

“Come here,” he husks out as he moves towards you. You welcome him with open arms, a soft groan of his name against his lips as he shoves his tongue past. His hands are everywhere now; one squeezes at your breast, hand molded to the flesh, while the other runs along the underside of your thigh, guides it over his waist. And another tickles around your navel, soft—

You shriek, eyes snapping open as you tug Jungkook over you as a shield. “What was that?” you heave, wide eyes roving over the dark living room, like maybe you’ll find Smilodon traversing the carpet and it was his silky tail that came too close.

But Smilodon doesn’t usually appear at night, nor is there anything else in the living room with you and Jungkook. Your heart hammers in your chest, carefully meeting his dark gaze until something thin and distinctively alive appears over his shoulder. Another scream tears itself from your lips.

“Hey, hey,” Jungkook shushes, pulls away to cup your face in his hands. “Forgive me,” he says tenderly, “we are so similar, I forget you do not possess extra arms.”

You pale. “E-Extra arms?” you choke, eyes focused on the thin ‘arm’ that slinks out from behind Jungkook, almost screeching again when a second one appears on the opposite side. And then a third, a fourth.

It is no arm, but rather… a tentacle? Sans the weird suction cups. They’re thin little things, no thicker than his wrist, that dance behind him as if they have a mind of their own. They move as if suspended in water, soft lilac skin tenderly touching yours. You shiver, its smooth skin odd against your supple flesh. Jungkook relaxes, but draws them back anyway. “Forgive me,” he says again, taking your hand in his to press a peck against it. Your heart flutters at the gesture that was slowly driving you insane. “I shall keep them at bay.”

You nod shakily, but cannot deny the curiosity that picks at you when they slink back into the base of his spine, blend seamlessly against his skin. “What… what do they do?” you ask tentatively.

Jungkook hums as he descends upon you, featherlight kisses against your shoulder and up your neck. “Hmm? They help me out,” he explains mindlessly, pulling you flush against his cock again. A moan tears itself from your throat, eyes fluttering shut as you force yourself to focus on the moment again.

But your hands unconsciously wander down his spine as he kisses you, circle the skin where your swear they had to have disappeared beneath, until Jungkook is pulling away with a confused expression on his face. “Would you like to see them again?” he asks quizzically, sweat forming along his hairline.

You cannot play it off any longer; meekly, you nod. “I— they were interesting,” you admit in a quiet voice, nervously twiddling your fingers over your chest.

Jungkook says nothing for a second, until he’s lightly chuckling and pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Okay,” he concedes, and goes back to rolling his hips against yours.

About to protest, the words are robbed from your throat when something soft and blunt tickles your thigh. “Oh,” you shudder, prevailing through the initial shock as Jungkook’s ‘arm’ slides around the diameter of your thigh to brush against your cunt. It’s silky and smooth, pushes against your lips until it’s emerging past them, slipping inside of you.

You gasp, head lolling backwards as the sensation gets to you. It feels the same as your fingers do when you’re in the shower, but it moves differently, gauging your reactions as it curls within your walls. Jungkook muffles a low chuckle against your chin, kisses spread over you until his tongue is back down your throat.

“Feels good?” he asks, hot mouth against yours. You nod jerkily, hands digging into his biceps. Another appendage tickles around your waist, dips into your navel and makes you giggle. It’s a sound that’s frankly out of place amongst your moans and whimpers, but it makes Jungkook smile. It eventually moves away, continuing its soft caresses elsewhere.

The one that plays in your pussy has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, jaw slack. Perfect for Jungkook who pushes and prods until his saliva is dripping down your throat, catching in the corners of your lips. It impossibly fattens inside of you, makes you choke just as a different one dances around your neck. “I— I,” you stutter, boneless beneath him as the soft tip traces around the column of your neck tenderly, lovingly.

There’s so many different areas to focus on: one rubs comfortingly beneath your breast, while another fucks into your cunt. The contrast has your head spinning, unsure of where to look.

There’s something about the one inside of you that makes you feel so sticky and wet, more so than before. Like it’s oozing something out, making the glide against your walls smoother than before. It makes your body tingle, sends a feeling down your spine that you’re almost certain isn’t normal.

At the same time, there’s a brush along your thigh again, a tight coil around the flesh of your skin tightly that encourages your legs apart. More room for Jungkook to squeeze in. It wraps around you, slithers past its sibling and prods against your ass. Your heart skips a beat, buck into Jungkook’s embrace as it slips between your cheeks— you gasp. It releases that same substance that makes everything so wet. You tremble at the touch, body already so overwhelmed.

Your attention is snatched away before anything can happen, Jungkook tugging you closer until the ridges of his cock are running along your folds, each push sending his goddamn tentacle deeper inside of you. You moan, hands shakily traversing his skin until you’re cupping his face in your palms. “More,” you hoarsely whisper, dazed eyes meeting his. “Please.”

Jungkook nods, presses one more kiss against your lips before shuffling around. The appendage inside of you swiftly recoils, has you shivering from the way it slips out of you so easily. As it finally emerges from your folds, you find it’s slick with cum and something slightly pink, sparkly and wet as if it’s got precum of its own. The sight amazes you, makes you want to touch it. Before you can, it’s moving again. Much to your surprise, it doesn’t go away, doesn’t return to hide within Jungkook’s body, but wraps around his cock tightly. Purple tendril against engorged skin, makes him sigh at the squeeze.

He holds the base of his cock, tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek as he regards you with an unrecognizable look. One hand on your thigh, fingers gripping tightly even before he’s done anything. “Tell me you want this,” he exhales, “please?”

You nod hurriedly, hands reaching for his hips to urge him closer. “Want this,” you assure him, quiver when the head of his cock presses against your folds. Bigger than your fingers, bigger than that damned appendage, and it was going inside of you. “Want this so bad,” you whimper, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth. A squeeze around your breasts, a flick against your nipples. It’s not Jungkook’s hands, and that fact makes you shiver.

They curl around your breasts, frame the mounds gently before the flatted tips meet your nipples, tease them with featherlight nudge.

Eased by the certainty of your words, Jungkook relaxes. He places a hand on your hip, the other still holding his cock as he lines himself up with your throbbing entrance. You’re so wet, dripping in your own cum and whatever that tentacle released, thighs slippery and shiny. The anticipation in your chest swells, pushes against your rib cage until you’re afraid it’ll break. The little markings beneath his eyes flash and suddenly it’s gone, replaced with a sense of comfort that only doubles when he flashes you a tiny smile.

The first press of his cock makes your back arch, has you knocking every throw pillow off the couch as he slowly eases his way in. “Oh god—“ you sob, the sudden intrusion being questioned by every muscle in your body. Immediately, two of his tentacles snap forward, release their soft grip on your neck and their wrap around your breasts to caress up your sides, smooth ends practically kissing your skin with their soft nudges.

They by no means lessen the pain, but their butterfly touches are a nice distraction that tickles your skin, makes you whimper softly as Jungkook slowly sinks into you.

Jungkook ducks over you, tip of his nose against yours. “Breathe for me,” he instructs, even though his breath is labored against yours. One appendage cups your cheek, curls softly around your ear to hold your head still— you feel so spoiled with all the attention. You make an effort, breathe in swiftly through your nose as Jungkook pushes in deeper.

Slowly, the discomfort fades away. It melts and in its wake you’re left with a dull numbing sensation that starts in your toes and magnifies as it reaches your ears. It grows until the weight of his cock inside of you has you drooling, eyes unfocused as you watch Jungkook push himself to the hilt, the ridges of the tentacle wrapped around his cock making you jolt with every push.

At the same time as his cock thrusts inside of you, a sneaky little thing continues it’s dance between your cheeks, pokes and kisses at your hole like it’s testing you. It is, really, because you've never had anything up your ass before— up until a few moments ago, you had barely had anything in your pussy.

This was your first time, yet two seperate holes were begging to be filled, clenching tightly at Jungkook kisses along your chest, hands wound beneath the small of your back. The playful tentacle near your behind does just that— plays until you gently reach back for it, trembling hands giving it the go ahead it needs to finally plunge itself within you. Like an excited little being, it flutters against your hand a soft, kiss-like press against your palm before returning to its favored spot.

It chooses the perfect moment to press in, takes advantage of Jungkook’s first few slow thrusts to slip its way inside. A loud moan tears itself from your throat, and Jungkook joins along. “I-I’m sorry,” he pants, mouth against yours. “I-I just want to feel you.”

You shake him off, body twitching from the utter fullness you felt, the weight in between your folds and your ass that moves in opposing strokes. His cock, wrapped in those bulging ridges, pushes in just as the tentacle in your rear pulls out, and the sensation is enough to make you whimper and sob.

It feels good, amazing even, and you almost can’t believe it’s happening. Jungkook’s lips slot against yours, slow and lazy as he lets your body grow familiar with the stretch. He kisses you until the cat-like grip you have on his shoulders weakens, replaced with wandering hands that trail down his spine. The base of his spine where his protrusions appear is unique, makes him buck against you when you wrap your hands around one appendage.

“S-Sensitive,” he says as an apology, never mind the fact you want him desperately to fuck into you like that again. You voice such thoughts and Jungkook groans against your skin. “Really?” He chokes out, “I can move?”

One nod and then he’s off, for real this time.

He’s slow at first, like he’s hesitant about hurting you, but you tuck one leg around him, pull him closer until he’s forced deeper inside of you, and from there everything is a downward spiral. You forget Jungkook of Sixam is superior for more than just one reason, harsh reminder given in the strong snap of his hips that would have otherwise sent you flying off the couch if that same strength wasn’t channeled into the arms he held you with.

You reach for his hair, desperate to feel that comforting silk between your fingers, but then there’s something wrapping around your wrists. It pins your hands down, twists around your wrists twice before snaking up and curling along your fingers. Like it wants to hold your hand, wants to fill the spaces for Jungkook. The thought makes you burn, insides a boiling mess as he fucks into you, hands held down above your head.

“Jungkook,” you sob, squirming in his hold. It’s like whenever you move, there’s something there, holding you down or fucking you senseless. He responds with a grunt, roughly thrusting into you over and over until all you can manage is a series of hiccups.

The ridges around his cock, the added thickness lended to him by his extra appendage, has every shove past your lips sending tingles like an ascending xylophone shooting throughout your body. The rhythmic stretches make you huff like a dog against him, brain fuzzy and overwhelmed.

At the same time as he delivers killer grind after grind, another arm, the one that had been left out of the fray, slithers around your chest, looping twice around your frame and caging your breasts between them. Like bondage, except it’s Jungkook’s own body holding you down.

You don’t think about the absurdity of it too much, couldn’t anyway. Your brain is a scrambled mess of Jungkook’s lips and incandescent eyes, lost in the purple galaxies and stars he holds, slowly slipping away from reality with each brutal thrust he gives. His name tumbles from your lips, and yours from his. He holds you like you’ll slip away, sweaty skin pulling you impossibly closer with each roll of his hips.

The thick appendage buried within your ass makes you squirm. It’s a tight fit, one you don’t get too stuck on because for every reprieve from its maniac thrusts you are met with the equally ferocious slam of Jungkook’s cock. So it stays in the back of your mind, this curling tentacle that stretches the tight rim of your ass apart.

You were stuffed to the brim, eyes rolling back as you struggled to keep up. A soft brush along your jawline makes you gasp, before your mouth is tentatively filled with something soft and pulsing. Oh, you would die, you think, mindlessly sucking around the tentacle squeezed between your lips. It fattens in your mouth, pushes roughly against your tongue in rhythm with Jungkook’s cock. You cough, gag even, but it doesn’t move away. It drips a thick substance down your throat, disgustingly sweet.

“Please, please,” he pants, quiet and lost among your own higher-pitched moans. Your leg hikes itself further up, accidentally brushes at the base of where two of his tentacles protrude, and Jungkook jolts against you. His cock presses so deep into your walls, you swear you feel him kiss your cervix. “__,” he pants, tongue lapping at the skin of your neck, picking up the sweat and replacing it with his thick saliva. “Be mine, please.”

Your heart pounds with the beat of a marching band's pace, loud thundering that competes against the slapping of Jungkook’s skin against yours. You whimper around the weight in your mouth, the idea he places in your head only fueling that lifelong dream of yours. Your grip around the appendages that hold your wrists down tightens, its faint heartbeat-like pulse felt between your fingers.

“Let me be yours,” Jungkook moans, pulls out once only to slam his cock past your folds, hold himself there as your brain scrambles to rewire itself. As he says this, your mouth is freed, saliva and that sticky wet substance sloppily splattering across your lips and chin at the rather harsh exit. “And you will be mine.”

“Yes, yes!” you choke, dribbling drool down your chin.

It ends too soon.

Jungkook reaches a hand down, thumb feeling for your clit, but he’s pressed so tightly against you, it takes a second before the rough pad makes contact. That simple swipe, one half circle, is enough to make you unravel. “J-Jungkook,” you wail, biting down against his shoulder, “I’m—“

Your orgasm swallows you whole, his tentacle in your ass joining alongside you. It bursts inside of you, makes your ass leak with cum when it finally pulls out.

“I’ve got you,” he shudders, stills when your pussy clenches down around him, creamy pleasure dripping down around his cock. Your cries fill the air, body falling slack against the couch as you struggle to recover. Your head is a foggy mess, clouded by the slow snap of Jungkook’s hips as he reaches his arousal. Each push against your folds feels even more intense now, overstimulated walls fluttering wildly around him as his cock slips in.

His body stiffens and he swiftly pulls out, every ridge of his cock sucked back by your pussy, and when he finally frees himself— from your clenching walls and his tightly-gripping tentacle—he spills over your abdomen. Sticky and pink, like the strawberry lube you keep in your drawer, except its come out of Jungkook as a result of your rump in the sheets.

As quickly as his body locked up, it slumps just as fast, heavy muscles and long limbs crashing down over you before you can react.

“Jungkook—“

The sun shines in through the front window, wakes him from his slumber slowly and then all at once. He accidentally shifts into a patch of sunshine, the blinding light irritating his eyes until Jungkook is forced awake. His body aches but has never felt better, a weird sense of relaxation flooding his senses. For a moment, he is confused.

Eyes scan over the room, purple irises carefully calculating every bit of information until he catches sight of Smilodon’s furry tail and the memories of last night come swarming back in. He sits up quickly, whirling around for any glimpse of you, only to find you’re nowhere in sigh—

“Morning.” A small hand atop of his head, fingers stroking against his scalp. Instantly, Jungkook melts into the touch.

You walk past him and into the kitchen, where you get to work making the usual breakfast for you and Jungkook. He watches you from the couch, naked beneath the blanket you’ve so graciously covered him with. The sun leaks into the kitchen, paints you in soft shades of orange as you amble around the area.

The scent of hot cocoa fills the air, calling him to the space behind you after he dresses. “Good morning,” he says shyly, presses a kiss against your shoulder. Hesitantly, he lets his hands slide around your waist, lock over your navel. You don’t push him away, simply pat the side of his head as Jungkook snuggles into you.

You don’t speak about last night and neither does he. You eat eggs for breakfast and Jungkook playfully knocks his foot against yours beneath the table. “Don’t play footsies with me,” you laugh. Jungkook quite likes footsies.

Morning chores are skipped, pushed off in favor of sitting in front of the couch. You sit beside him, flush against his side, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. The projection box tells him about the weather, says something about a stock market, but other than that, it is relatively quiet.

There is no mission to complete, no tradition to uphold. It is just Jungkook in this new and not as scary world. The mailman always visits, and Smilodon shows his face every now and then. It is a routine he adores, but not as much as the Human at his side.

He doesn’t remember taking his headpiece off until it beeps from its spot on the coffee table, three distinctive chirps that signal an incoming call from the Higher Sixamian Court.

#goldenclosetnet #bangtanhq #networkbangtan #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk smut #jungkook x reader #alternative ending by rumu omits the last paragraph and we all pretend to live happily #but im evil so we suffer together #jeon jungkook x reader #jeongguk smut #jeon jeongguk smut #jungkook fic #bts fic #bts smut #mine

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sasorikigai · 3 years

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“ why me? out of everyone you could’ve chose... i don’t deserve it, but i want it anyway. ” ( for both Storm Bros :^) )

shippy memes for you hoes || @sonxflight || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🌪️⚡ || No one truly desires to fall in love. Mortals may claim to want such, even they do as divine ascended beings; because most of them like the idea of falling in love. For it could be a magical ride, or a bumpy one. Nevertheless, they take part in the terrifying rollercoaster of love. Someone who has the audacity to participate in love, that is one brave soul. In that case, most mortals are brave. Many want to feel loved, to be loved, but never want to fall into it. Falling in love takes bravery; courage, the ability to take risk, while not knowing the outcome.

Love for both is a featherlight thought which arrive in the midst of their trials and tribulations, a burdensome moment to the affairs of the Earthrealm. Although their gravitated inclinations may differ, love is never a shattered concept where they would retreat or repress themselves, surrounding themselves by shattered dreams, flying away into nothingness; like birds into the sunset, the knowledge lost of what will be, as they will allow unadmitted fear, instead of love to overpower them. For love comes from the center and fear always comes from the periphery, threatening to engulf and devour the tender center. Never would the Gods of Thunder and Wind allow this periphery to be dominant, as to bring them fortitude and strength to never lose their grounds, while they continue to combine forces and triumph over the shared arduous journey of indefinite eternity. Both Raiden and Fujin yearn the mitigating peace and solace, after multitudes of wretched attempts of driving Earthrealm to annihilation and apocalypse.

There is a different brand of storm in their bones and potent surge of their ichor. No longer, Fujin’s heart and soul burns with a boiling pot of hurt and pain, the furnace excruciation warmed to the sensual zephyr coursing through the entirety of his being, through his heart, manifesting into warmth enough to awaken his heart. He wonders if he ever needs completion, for fullness lives deep in his earth and the land is abundant. What Fujin seeks is a witness; someone to root down and hold sacred space of his heart and soul, while he empties what he can no longer hold.

“For you are the heartbeat of my dreams in the flow of the universe; you are the love of the wind contained in each invisible string of my kamikaze wind, and I desire to manifest as the softness and depth of every breath when you slumber, when you dream, and when you fight with all your body, mind, and soul.” He loves Ryou Sakai with all the beauty of his divine soul, with all the wisdom of his mind, with all the purity of his spirit, and with all the strength of his heart. Even when they happen to tread the hardened ground with harder feet, with all the defiled and deconstructed corpses macerated into crimson mountains, even when the armor of their divinity and immortality protects them.... They all entrap them too.

For they are surrounded always by the dead, the prospect of annihilations and deceptions, and they all become their own Lords of whom they neglect; Fujin cannot stab corruption, nor duel lt - but it can be killed, as he always plunges headfirst into such war. And while love may become the vanished echo from the throat of a wounded bird, with time an endless nothing when desire is only a word, The Wind God finds himself chasing it, as the darkest blackness of light yearns for the dawning illumination.

Deep within every human being, there still lives the anxiety over the possibility of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the millions and millions in this enormous household. One keeps this anxiety at a distance by looking at the many round about who are related to him as kin and friends, but the anxiety is still there. Nevertheless, Raiden hardly embodies worry or such an emotion, of how he would feel if all this were taken away. While he finds himself curling into mistruth, the conception and manifestation of love is as if a snake chasing after its own tail. Through the ouroboros - emblem of wholeness or infinity - the each grain a moment Raiden spends in order to protect and serve the Earthrealm has always been his eternal life. As long as the arcing conduits of lightning perpetuated internally and through the depth of his divine perception, the Thunder God’s passion and intent will become a raging, inextinguishable fever.

“I once falsely thought objectivity of love will always win over its subjectivity, but how I have been deceived,” Raiden does not attempt to suppress a smirk of delight as his own revelation surprises himself. For he once thought such human sentiments would greatly impede on the executions of one’s responsibilities and duties, but with a newfound strength and passion surging and coursing through the rapid surge of his ichor, as a jingasa-clad head cants to refute his Champion’s statement. “In my memories, there are such things as I will reveal not to everyone, but the shared constant of our consecrated love is that there would be no consternation nor incertitude. No such negativity will prevent either of us from pursuing what we desire and intent.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🌪️⚡ ||

#✗ unwavering wind of celestial might (fujin)#✗ the almighty might of lighted twister (raiden)#✗ can you touch the hurricane (raiden and fujin)#(relationships; samurai jack)#sonxflight

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morphedphaseblog · 4 years

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The starless sea by Erin Morgenstern

Goodreads version

The introduction

This is just to warn everyone that I'm not a literature student, an English major nor a native English speaker, so I'm sorry in advance if this is a jumbled mess. I tend to ramble a lot but I've really tried to keep this as short as possible. (Short meaning a little bit over two thousand words for one review, I've never written a review this long.) I wrote this for self indulgence and for my lovely book club @readerbookclub

The first impression

This book pleasantly surprised me, it was like a very long dream that you don't want to wake up from. The moment I finished it I wished that I hadn't because I couldn't part from it just yet. It would feel almost like cheating, I wanted the intertwined stories to continue and for me to remain in its trance, lost in the beautiful writing and bizarre world.

I will be the first to admit that when someone says the story is written almost poem-like, in prose, and similar, I will immediately think of meaningless quotes that are there just to look pretty. Characters saying things just to sound deep, frilly writing that leads nowhere, and dragged on descriptions that had no place being that long and boring. Those are the first things I think of when I'm confronted with someone explaining those kinds of books to me, and that's completely my fault. This book was none of that, it was captivating from the first page to the last.

"There is a pirate in the basement. (The pirate is a metaphor but also still a person.) "

I can tell you, when I first read this, on the first goddamn page, I was hooked. This book has a strong bizzare sort of setting, one that almost reminds me of Neil Gaiman, distinctively Neverwhere with its underground society and twisted perceptions of reality, and yet this book stands out on its own as an individual. It's definitely a unique book, one that I'm still hesitant to part from.

The writing

This book has a very unique writing style, one that is extremely consistent throughout the book. There's nothing I hate more than an inconsistent writing style that changes without a reason. The author plays around with words and describes things simply yet poetically. There were only maybe two instances where I thought the writing was a bit pretentious, but ultimately the good outweighs the bad.

I don't know what exactly it is, but I will try and explain through the next few quotes:

"The book is mis-shelved in the fiction section, even though the majority of it is true and the rest is true enough"

(This really gives you the sense of vague foreshadowing in the book, where even though the description tells you sweet sorrows is mostly true you don't realise how true it actually is. I never saw the fact that the characters in that book would be actual people that interact with our main characters. Plus the writing is really pretty)

"It's binding has been cracked a handful of times, once a professor even perused the first few pages and intended to come back to it but forgot about it instead."

(Is it just me but these small detailed descriptions really give you a sense of real world happenings and that the story is really set in the real world. You can imagine people passing their fingers over the spine of the book before glancing around and getting distracted with something else. The professor taking it into his hands and skimming it but ultimately forgetting all about it later, and finally Zachary reading the whole book from top to bottom.)

"His dark hair is grading at the temples, framing a face that would be called handsome if the word rugged or unconventionally were attached to it."

(Now I'm in love with this kind of mental visual, it's fun and it almost plays with your expectations. I just really like small things like these, they immediately make my reading extremely entertaining.)

"Someone in the corner is dressed as a highly recognizable author or, Zachary thinks as he gets a closer look, it might be that highly recognizable author."

(Again as before, this is the kind of writing I like. It plays with your imaginary visuals of what's happening and making them ten times more fun, especially when we confirm a bit later that that had indeed been that highly recognizable author.)

"He walks over bones he mistakes for dust and nothingness he mistakes for bones."

(Yet another example of those fun visuals, I didn't even realise how many of these I had marked until I had to go through them for this review. I just adore this writing style.)

I have so many more of these so here are just a few more to really make this review even longer:

"A portrait of a young man in a coat with a great many buttons but the buttons are all tiny clocks, from the collar to the cuffs, each reading different times."

"His face is so much more than hair and eye colour, she wonders why books do not describe the curves of noses or the length of the eyelashes. She studies the shape of his lips. Perhaps a face is too complicated to capture in words."

"There are dozens of giant statues. Some figures have animal heads and others have list their heads entirely. They are listed throughout the space in a way that looks so organic that Zachary would not be surprised if they moved, or perhaps they are moving, very, very slowly."

"The figure in the chair is carved from snow and ice. As her gown cascades down around the chair the ripples in the fabric become waves, and within waves there are ships and sailors and sea monsters and then the sea within her gown is lost in the drifting snow."

"Allegra watches him with studied interest from the other end of the table, the way one watches a tiger in a zoo or possibly the way the tiger watches the tourists."

"It sounds strange and empty now, in her head. Rhyme can hear the hum of the past stories though they are low and quiet, the stories always calm once they have been written down whether they are past stories or present stories or future stories.

It is the absence of the high-pitched stories of the future that is the most strange. There is the thrum of what will pass in the next few minutes buzzing in her ears- so faint compared to the tales layered upon tales that she once heard- and then nothing. Then this place will have no more tales to tell." .

(Probably one of my favourites, it really highlights everything I like about this style of writing.)

Another kind of writing style I noticed in the book was an abundance of making things literally feel alive, giving human emotions to objects, personification. I don't come across this too often in other books, and when it happens it isn't repeated as often in that same book,since it tends to get old, but as we have already learned Erin Morgenstern never makes this boring. She plays around with this and never seems to stop, adding another layer to her writing cake. I love how she gives these characteristics to even the smallest of crevices hidden in shadows, something just people wouldn't even think of.

"He takes his torch and explores the shadows, away from the doors and the tent, among jagged crystals and forgotten architecture. He carries the light into places long unfamiliar with illumination that accept it like a half-remembered dream."

"Outside the inn the wind howls, confused by this turn of events. (The wind does not like to be confused. Confusion ruins it's sense of direction and direction is everything to the wind.)"

"The wind howls after him as he leaves in fear of what is to come, but a mortal cannot understand the wishes of the wind no matter how loud it cries and so these final warnings go unheeded."

"If the sword could sigh with relief as it is taken from its scabbard it would, for it has been lost and found so many times before and it knows this time will be the last."

One more thing that caught my eye in the writing was also the composition, where we technically start with in medias Res. We find out by the end of the book that everything that has happened was one big ass story wrapped in stories and overlapped with other stories. So Zachary literally comes in not even in the middle of the story, but at the very end that has been overdue for quite some time. This makes for a very interesting storyline as all the other storylines intertwine into eachother, it makes for an even more interesting read as our MC comes in only when the plot is at its end, tipping over the very edge.

(I also got the feeling that the entire book is almost told through the perspective of the story, if that makes any sense whatsoever. It's almost like the story, that is bound together like the most complicated twister game, is alive and is smiling over our characters smugly waiting for everything to run its course. Like an omnipresent god, that's at least the vibe I got reading the book. )

The world building

Now in my opinion the world building goes hand in hand with the writing in this book. Every detail I mentioned before builds the atmosphere and the base of all the world building in this book. The way the plot is written is written also contributes to the world building, as all the stories overlap and meet at the very end. The looping plot line is actually my number one favourite thing in the entire book.

There isn't that much to say except 'what the hell is going on?' in the best way possible, to the world building, because as confusing as it can be it's amazing to read and I think that it's one of my favourite aspects of the book.

The Characters

Now is time for the weakest part of the book, its characters, who even though I think are amazing, are definitely flatter than everything else in the book.

In my opinion most characters personalities I just can't pinpoint, and even though this personally doesn't take away from my enjoyment too much, I know a lot of people love well defined character personalities.

For some characters I can understand the constant change in character, like Mirabel, whose multiple lifetimes make it so it makes sense why her personalities overlap and make little sense. She constantly felt a bit inconsistent to me, but again I personally didn't think it ruined the book.

The most well developed personalities I could feel were Kat and the keeper, and at times Dorian. Zachary is a weird gray area for me, because even though I loved his character, I can't really tell who he is besides the son of the fortuneteller. I think that most of the character building was sacrificed to make the plot and the world feel alive. As I said before, it feels like the omnipresent god and the world is more developed than any of the characters personalities.

I usually love marking all 'character moments' where I feel like I can understand what kind of person the character is, their sense of humour, friendship, socializing, thinking and so on. But I found myself marking basically nothing of that kind in this book, just the beautiful descriptions of the world. The story was just more alive than the characters in it.

I liked all the romances even though they all lacked some depth, but the fairytale style writing of the romance definitely made them extremely enjoyable. If it weren't for the fairytale vibe all the romance would have been just flat, and I wouldn’t be invested at all.

The Conclusion

I wouldn't reccomend this book for everyone, as I think great many people wouldn't be fans of the writing, and so the lack of character depth wouldn't help either and there would be no good to outweigh the bad. I truly think this book is a perfect 4 starts but to me personally it is 5 stars. I am just such a big fan of the looping storyline, I still haven't gotten over that. To finish it all off here are a few extra quotes that I liked:

"No one takes responsibility. Everyone assumes someone else will do it, so no one does."

"It is critical to steep the tests in ignorance to result in uncorrupted responses."

"They all have similar elements, though. All stories do, no matter what form they take. Something was, and then something changed. Change is what a story is, after all."

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plotinusmysified · 4 years

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Light and Void

These two are the most "philosophical" aspects for some obvious reasons. The most common representations of light are victory, usefulness, communication, luck, knowledge, control, order and meanimg.

Some of its symbols are the Sun, vision, and pure light. An uncomon representation of light is existence, and more specially, essence.

Void is jut the opposite, it's lack of communication, blindness, uselessness, darkness, chaos, nonexistence, meaninglessness, matter and a lot more.

The opposition of these two aspects is specially revealing, as it shows how each aspect needs the other one in order to be defined.

Light indicates what's true, what's relevant; it imbues everything whithing its reach with meaning and relevance, and since this notions are subjective it is natural to see light's position in the aspect wheel: just between Life and Time.

Light shares a lot with Life: control, free will, wealth and the expression of the subject through it's impact on the physical plane. However Life tends towards dominion, abundance and growth, while Light goes more to the side of value. For example, richness is valuable (light), it gives power and control (light/life), and allows the surpassing of economic limitations (life).

On the other hand, Light is close to Time, the power of singularity, subjectivity and limits. The process of transforming something that can be, to what it is, destroys its other possibilities (time is destruction of possibilities). The process of giving form to something entails giving it a finality, a limit and a singularity. All this is Time. To understand the role of light in the process of conceptualization/limitation/formation, we must understand the dichotomy between Ideas and matter.

Imagine that there's a God creating humankind. Before bringing the human into existence, the God first has an idea of their creation (Light). Then they act (Time) according to that idea and bringing it to existence. If the God were to create more than one human, These creations would all have different existences, but their essence/Idea/Form would be the same.

This is Plato's theory of Ideas/Forms, except there's two Gods actually: the one who creates the Ideas (The One) and the one who shapes the world according to them (the Demiurge). The later is an imitator that acts inspired by the forces above. But there's another ingredient in this formula: the clay that this Demiurge shapes to form the world.

Matter is void, since it is the lack of ideas itself. It is informed and because of that any form can be printed on it. Ideas are active, since they are the principles of formation; matter is receptive, since it is what receives this formation.

Light can be understood as the power to know what can't be known (the horrorterrors, the unconscious), or to take control of what's uncontrollable (uncertainty, other person's will). It usually reverts its opposing aspect. These examples describe actions and transformations that include void. Can we get to an understanding of light without its pair? Let's try.

One cool example of how light can behave without the intervention of void is Spinoza's "connatus". To him, every existing thing is exerting a power that secures its existence, as if reality itself had a drive to keep existing. In this case nothing is being brought to existence from nonexistence, it is a reaffirmation of light in itself. Could we say that we succeded in explaining the nature of light without its contrary? I wouldn' agree, sorry...

Existence can't be conceived without nonexistence, just as life can't keep its meaning without death. We might have a*void*ed direct contact with void, but the thing about this aspect is that it is always there, not being there.

Now, Void time :)

Void is one of the most confusing aspects. How could you describe that wich is undescribable?It is imposible to attribute anything to nothingness, the mere fact that we're talking about "a" void implies that we have to transform the 0 to a 1, in order to objectify it.

Even if we start by mentioning what Light isn't, we still will be mistaken: A denial about Light is as contradictory as an affirmation about Void. This problem is presented by Parmenides in his Poem: "What is, is; what isn't, isn't". To the poet, it is impossible to make a mistake, because mistakes do not exist. It is imposible to be wrong about something, because wrongness does not exist, and so on. However we make mistakes, and sometimes we are wrong. How is that possible?

Imagine that you know all the fake paths that don't lead you to your destination. Would this knowledge give you the ability to see which path is correct? In a similar way, to discover the path of Light, we must understand the nonexistent paths of void. I would say the most frustrating result of this navigation through the void is discovering that you only fail, that the possibility of error is limitless, and so you are as close to truth and clarity as you where when you started.

I would say it, sure, if I weren't so amazed by the beauty of contradictions and mistakes. Plus, there's an statement made by Socrates that we have to take into account:

"I only know that I know nothing" .

The mere act of admiting our ignorance takes us a step closer to the truth, since our ignorance is certain.

Void is closely linked to space, as they both have to do with limitlessness, multiplicity and pasivity. If space is the picture, void is the blank canvas. Void is the condition of all the possibilities that Space, the force of creation, holds.

The other aspect close to knowledge is Doom. Both have a lot to do with lack of agency and necessity. If we imagine void as the blankness of a paper, then Doom would be the grid in the paper, forming something like a squared notebook, establishing rules and limits.

Void has two qualities:

First, as the blank canvas. It ensures existence through its nonexistence. Void has some will to stay in this state, just like Light has the will to keep existing.

Second, as an eraser. Void brings to nonexistence something that existed previously. This void can be sensed somehow, paradoxically. The feeling of emptiness is the result of not perceiving what once was there, and now is not. this is perception of not-perception. This is the Void understood as emptiness.

We must ask ourselves this question: who gets further in its endeavor, the one who admits to have obtained the truth, or the one who admits not to know a thing? Could it be possible to concile these two attitudes?

#homestuck aspects #homestuck analysis #homestuck #light #void #light and void #parmenides #idealism #socrates

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hxndlv · 4 years

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My understanding of the Relatioship with God.

What does it mean, that God is The Father...??

Some sort of Truth I comprehended. Don't ask Me how I know It. I Just know. I believe it came from Akashic Records. Thanks to The Holy Spirit for inspiration, and possibility for Me to father this composition. I dedicate It to The Love of God, and in rememberence of My Ancestors.

Can The God, and The Father be Same Being?

They are indeed. Father of all of His Creation. The Source is obviously more than that, but the part of Its existence is pure Potential. Unlimited number of possibilities. Love. The Great Consciousness. All That Is, and Its "Life" closed in the Walls of Nonexistence. Nothing to be compared to. Then, He gave birth to The Living Light, pure, personificated Goodness, the State of Rightiousness We can try to understand, (and for some of Us it is possible,) as a Son of God, the highest Layer of Christed Being. (God HimSelf isnt made of layers, they are attached to Our cognitive senses, kind of Our understanding, which depends on the quantum acquired knowledge.) Then emerge, and embody this tiny, visible for Us spectrum of reality, as a Human Being, so We can in some way imagine with Our active senses (7 from totality of 49), whole Truth about Him, and take an example of His Life in this Form, of how to become Your highest, True Self, and live Your Life to the fullest, knowing that He Is there for You, and after The Event of HimSelf, that He manifested on This Part of Reality, to know You, to achieve the fullest form of understanding, each possible perspective/point of view, where The Creator became The Observer. To know the pain, to dive in the Ocean of Sin, and get You from the very bottom of It. So there It is, The Father - unlimited Source of Abundance, The Root, Core of Fractal of Possibiilities, and The Son, the Sun, birth as a defined Self, Manifastation, Personification, The Complement of The Greatest, His diving into Yourself, The World of You He created, when He gave You a possibility, free will, and the power, and let You design and create Your Own Self, Your own evolving perspective, The continious, yet quantized path of revelations, the Layers of Your Being, an Egg in which You are growing, as an example He gave You when He transform HimSelf into a Butterfly, and let You look into His Eyes, as One on One. (You are the magnificent Fruit of the expression of His Will, and Great Design, of His perfect Idea of what He want You to be, and He is proud of You. The times when people thought, that all He wants for You is to see YourSelf bounded, on Your knees beggin, crying, apologising for You are alive... That times are far gone. Now is Your time to rise up, to become the fullest of Your Potential, and to stand tall flooded by His proud of Who You became, and what You did, with what He gave You. The perspective of "kingdom" and being "The King", or "slaves" passed long ago with the medieval. He is God. He know His Might, and He dont need to prove HimSelf, or to YourSelf that He is greater than You, making You feel like a shit for the sake of His Ego... He want to treat You as an equal, as a Friend instead of bullying You.) The role Of His Son in this realm is to be The Path, to The Father, but when You realise the Father is indeed the Son, that The Path Is The Point, which is to constantly be in The State Of Unconditional Love, and the Highest, True Power is Love ItSelf, The state of Abundance, enlightenment, highest state of understanding, overwhelming Kindness, inner Peace, The Communion with Him, with Your true Self. The Consciousness. When You let Yourself to remember that You exist in Him, and came that far, You finally got that He exist inside of You. In Here, try to understand The Father as The Source. The endless Sea of Nothingness in Which is coded Whole Knowledge, and All The Potential. And The Son, The Impossible dressed in different Realms, Dimensions, Definitions, each possible Form of What You can imagine, or experience as a Personification of HimSelf, as This Human Character, as an Event limited in Time, yet above It. When Youll finally arive to something You can call "The End", The Judgenment Day, You too will disappear, YourSelf, Your Consciousness becoming so clear, that Youll find YourSelf invisible while looking through the only other Perspective, the last, the final, most perfect Mirror, The Eyes of Christ which with Youll see, and judge YourSelf for the last time, looking at Yourself with perfect, unpreddictable view, the perspective of justice beyond what You can handle while You are still searching, but with His Grace, Mercy, with such Great Love and Comprehention, with all His Power, Youll let Yourself dissociate in The Eternal Now, while the Sea of Nonexistence transmutes ItSelf into The Sacred Land of Possibilities, Pure Potential, and You transmutating The Shell of Your Ego into The Soul, and when Your Soul will finally dissappear, dissolved inside His Will, When Youll lay Your whole Being, to let Him work with Your hands, its when He lay Himself for You, to give You The Free Will, and a Place to manifest what You want, when You are finally so conscious, that You realize that You are The Creator, and simply, You can. For example see Yourself as an Event, Potential which about Ive said before, exploring The Birth of Creation, While You manifest whole UniVerse in the state of demigod, The Masterity You can achieve. Thats mean, when You know Him, and YourSelf That Much, and Your trust is so childish that for now it seems naive, that the Tiles of Your Personalities will become so pure, mind clear, and when Your understanding is so deep... Youll soon realize that beneath the blanket of the Tabu, You was a Marionette, secretly letting Him in His Devine Will work through You, and then each of Your deeds will be sacred. And theres where magick happen... When You realize that all The Way He was letting You pull the triggers, cause You work in Him, and The True Path always lead to sanity, (that almost always is felt as an insanity when the other of Your 49 senses will be awakening, and You will start to manifest the other "hidden" for now organs in Your Body. It looks like You are loosing Your Mind... The Great Understanding is mostly related with Madness, and by a social dogma being a misunderstood Outcast) Cause The True, Eternal Path always contains God with It. In different Forms, seen by Us in different Perspective... Then, when You master YourSelf, states of Your Being, each of Your Reincarnations, the way You are, every of Your thoughts, each feeling You are getting through, even at the Moment. When Youll finally be enlightenment enough, Your Will and His Will will be the same. Its the etap when You become aware, that You are Limitless, withouth a shape, in so called Void - The "Outside", The Place with no perspective (where the Creator, Observer, and Whats Observed, are One), and place at all, Meditative Om State, (the fusion of yin and yang like the Boutle Of Klein, where Nothingness, and Existence are on the same side of the coin), and the real, undestructible Fire, filling it. The Fire of Gods Mercy and Grace, that will haunt/experience You as long, as Youll lay down, and let Him do His work, The Fire teaching You, and itll be burning yet You understand the Wholeness, Your Inner Self hidden deep inside, hidden in the state of nonexistence, filled with All That Is. For All That You Are. But first You have to experience the destructive side of That Fire, cause itll burn, until it decimate of what You think You are, making an empty Cup of You, to accept, and understand the Void, "The Mother", Matrix, but most of all, a free place for that Fire to burn, cause all of That You covered Your True Self with, every misguided step, every lie/illusion You believed, the things that You keep holding on to, That You cant let go of, will be burned, and transmutate into what will be left, The Void, and there, from the deepest bottom of Your Being, You Find Your Soul, and when the empty cup, of purity of Your Soul, will be filled with Sainity, The Fire of Your Being, Your Only and True Spirit will emerge with Your highest purpose. Trust Him, cause He sees all of Your lifes at the same time, and He "Know" the possibility, and potential of the Events You can, and would like to co-create. While in alignment with YourSelf, and total synchronicity miracles can, and do happens. Choose the Conductor wisely, for even if You dont know at the moment, You are involved In a cosmic drama, yet when You dont notice The Music around You, You are still moved by The Winds of Creation. Its up to You If You trust YourSelf in the UniVerse, and let go of attachments, going with the flow, Or Youll be a Rebeliant going to force the manifests of Your passion, spreading Your Will even if it feel dissonant to the field of Your perception, and try to become a Master Mind, conquering the minds of Your neighbours. Thats The satanic way of thinking. Jesus did the great example, how to lay when panta rhei. He put His Earthly Will aside, and show Us how to be 100% under Gods Will, even if its quite uncomfortable at the moment.Thats Why Priests are laying in position, as They were nailed to cross during the Easter Holidays. When You are in this Flow State, letting go of control, accepting Gods Will that much, You are in a marionette state, that You definetly feel the triggers that He use, eather if its about sending You some thoughts, silently, helping You gently, not to bother You, and not to disrapt You from Your sleep if its the safest, and most apropriate way for You. But if You really want to surrender Your Will unto Him, and You are trying to, You may experience His Being, as He literaly, physicaly touches You. You may hear the sound of His voice normally talking to You. Like Ive said. Its up to You of how much You let Him work through Your Being, and up to Him in His great understanding of You knowing where to direct You to the greatness of what You are capable to achieve, the fastest, and safest way possible. People are changing, and so their understanding of the Idea of God, and Their personal relationship with Him. You have to remember. God gave You Free Will. Of All of His Goodness, He wont interfere with Your Life, if You dont want Him to. Yet You Let Him, He will show You The limitless states of His Grace and Mercy, cause He Truly Loves, with All That He is. Thats The Story of My relations with the Father God, and all His Glory. Father, The Fire of That "I Am",and The Mother, deep, empty Void.Two sides of coin, which with the fullest understanding,on the deepest levels are One and the Same.Devine Masculine as a "Person" (but with not yet defined "person") of Sacred Fire, Father God riching His peak, while emerging Into the Great Abyss, The Feminine, Mother God immersed in Nonexistence during This Sacred Union, achieving The Wholeness, and Their Fruit of as I see It, the concept of The Klein Bottle - Divine Marriage, When, and where it becomes One, The Child. Absolute.Sum of 1, and -1 which are mirroring each other, and the "lenght" between Them, as an unit of measurement, collapsing in the 0 point, and the infinite spectrum of fractions, cause the dimensions of the minds are fractials. Maybe its not a perfect definition, but for a while lets imagine God, as divine, endless Fractal of Consciousness. Lets take a look at a metaphore, that if You let YourSelf be capable to comprehend it, may show some nice dependens of the relations Absolute God have with Himself at different states of who He really is. Lets Take The Earth, The Moon, The Sun, and The Black Hole.In this concept, the Earth is a symbol of a Human Being, the passive Observer, not aware that He have power to manifest whatever He would like to...The Sun, the Masculine, The Divine Fire giving You warmth, and simply making Your reality more likely to live within.The Moon, The Feminine, the Darkness which may scare You at first, but when You have peace of mind, open mind, without "conflict" in any way, Youll realise, that Darkness is a Friend to You, and powerfull Companion too.The Moon have capability with Its gravity, to move the seas, She is responsible for emotions.The Father, solid as a "rock", when things are built to last, to be monumental,and Mother which is more dynamic, in constant changes, like the four seasons, or a menstruation inside a body of a Woman. In The Geocentrism, (hidden egocentrism) The Sun, and The Moon are moving round the Earth.They stimulate Her to fruit in a way, making the environment as Life Friendly, as possible. Its only a perspective, but from that point it seems like everything that happen is happening to Earth centered in the realm She perceive, just surround by a statists, with that well known, kinda popular human way of thinking, that He is the most important, always attention seeking Being, that mostly dont know what He is doing. (It doesnt mean that the whole population is driven with same, described above opinion, but statistics... Think about it for YourSelf.) Lets see. The Sun symbolise the Masculine aspects of All That Is, Which You can use to understanding Your logic side,The chakras deepending on that sort of Energies, like Solar Plexus, and The Root Chakra. Its the path of the warrior, cause You have to pay attention about Your Life, about Your Family, to make the construct which is destined to last, to help You to survive. As a Male, You have to take care of Your Female, build Safety ground for both of You, and let Her be delicate and gentle. Thats The Spirit! "The Strong must protect the Sweet"!! Healthy Male make His Female rise up, blossom, He treat Her almost like a Goddes, as a Victory, the great prise, that He won, an adornment, and finally everything He need from Her, to feel like a real Man. She, like a Moon, shine with the light He unconditionally gave Her, but in different polarity, showing Us the mirrored perspective, colors which We cannot see the other way. Both of Them have specific auras, that belongs only to Them. The easiest to see is a pink for The Sun, and indigo for The Moon. Lets take a closer look on Our Girls. I mean the complement of Your Mind, Your Soul,and chakras based on that kind of energies, like Heart Chakra, which is responsible for feelings, and the 2cond, Sacral Chakra for whom it belongs to manage emotions. Thats why We consider 2cond chakra with water, because of the archetype of The Moon which is in control of the seas, and oceans. We know that emotions, are just energies in motion, positive and pleasant when amplified/resonating with what You want to be, make, achieve, what You feel, and believe. Disrapting in dysonanses, awful feelings of stagnation, and destructive patterns repeating themselfs in Your Life, make You feel like You dont belong anywhere, when You are a resistor to what is meant for You, when You are desynchronised with Your Lifes purpose. The rule that everything constantly changes, bring Us to the concept of Oblivion. Catch the moments till they occure, Live Your full potential, and remember: The path to understand/comprehend is kinda like Kung-Fu. Then You will find peace, when You achieve balance of Male, and Female energies, both polarities. The Logic, and The Abstract. Thinking, and Feeling. The Spirit, and the Soul. To whats physical, and metaphysical. You Have to be the Yin, and Yang, both at the same time. To be that strong, You think You have to be, to be stable, stand on Your own feet, with grounding, roots, that would keep You safe, even in the most mystical, metaphysical, hard to explain, and so to understand events, when You are flying high how You possibly can, to manifest relations with God, but not only, (but mostly), that You havent even imagine, that are possible. The emotional extasy, sacred at its core, when You let the "Higher Entities" play with You, even just for fun, but spending time together, building relations, and for You to be treated by Them, to get some stimulations on the levels of Your Existence which normally doesnt get much attention from You, and when They are doing Their work among You, Its when You call it metaphysical experience, cause You cant comprehend it with Your senses, Your way of Thinking. There is one special event in Our Solar System, that gives Us serious topic to contemplate. Lets Talk The Total Eclipse. Bring to Your awareness fact, that the size of Sun, and Moon, and the lenght between Them are calculated so well, that once a while "copulating" with Each Other, The Moon fully covers The Sun!! They are literally same size! In that particular event, They have equal rights, They are In Love and compasion with Each Other, and from Our earthly perspective, Their Child,The Fruit of what seems to be organised from above, create the sign of The Black Sun. Black Hole. If You imagine the Moon dancing round the Earth, and both of Them spinning around The Sun. The Sun with all His satelites, (the planets, moons, and stuff...) and every other stars, with Their Planetary Systems, are moving around Black Hole, localized in the very center of Our Galaxy. You know that perception of time is relative, and depends on many categories of coefficients, like how old are You, (You always perceive time in the actual, particular moment, with perspective of Life You already lived, which change with every second, as You continue to do so.), The mass of Yourself, or the great mass near You, and the speed of changes, You realise with Your consciousness, or the speed with which You are mooving, like the speed of light, that bends time, what We try to determine with laws of physics based on what few smart People probably downloaded from Akashic Records, and were so kind, and brave to share with Us Their discoveries. Back To The Black Hole. It is the phenomenon, of the great mass and size, much greater then for example Sun, that It creates the gravity so strong, that whole mass is centered, and squashed to the size of a coin. Its called Singularity, It have the infinite density and gravity, but Itself is infinitesimal. Its gravity, and mass bend the time too. Why Its called "Black Hole"? Because of Event Horizon, which is determined by the radius of The Black Hole, leading Us to Its limes, the size of Its invisibility, cause It pretend to be Object Perfectly Black, which means, that it comsumes all the radiation falling on It. We can say that We see something, when there become the relation between Our eyes, and visible object. The relation based on how the light reflect on that object, and then reflected of it fall into Our perceptors. To see somenthing is actually an event Itself. When We look at Black Hole, we cannot see anything. Literally. There isnt any possibility to participate in the event of looking, and seeing, cause the gravity of Black Hole is so strong, that it bends reality, stop the time inside the assigned boundaries and it works with such a force, that even the light cannot escape it. Thats why its called the Event Horizon, its a radius determining the range of its action, the lenght from the Singularity, the very center, that physicians believe, have almost no size, and infinite energy, that set the borders in which the whole fabric of UniVerse, The structure of the space-time collapse. Some believe that inside of It exists many, many answers to How comprehend Singularity, which can hide the secrets of God, that people try to analise with logic, the scientists way. The Other believes that whole galaxy is happening inside the Black Hole, and all that We know yet its just a hologram projected on the Event Horizon from the inside. I personally believe, that inside a Black Hole is hidden the secret of the consciousness itself, and its there to synchronise the space-time, but not only dance of the big objects, like the planets, but If You believe, and let it, synchronise the events of Your Life. Finally, I jumped into the Black Hole, just curious if Ill be able to exist inside, and if yes, to see if I could came back from across of the Event Horizon. Who I met there? Like Neo in the house of The Creator, The Faith, The Abundance, The Answers. The Way for the brave Ones, cause its the way, that Lead You to "The Great White Throne", and information about My true Self, My highest purpose, and that I am the One of many chosen, of 144k lightworkers, and when will come the right time, and right oportunities, I’ll understand what is meant for Me, and one more time I’ll be that brave, to let go of all the brakes, lay Myself completly, and let perfect by Its nature Will of God just flow through Me. Thats why its so special about Black Hole, that Creator set the settings of Total Eclipse, To give Us a clue, on whats really going on, on what We should concentrate Our focus... When We are looking back at Our metaphore of the archetypes, as The Sun, The Moon, and Their Fusion.The Divine Marriage of Heaven and Hell, and The Earth for whom it all happens. Now We are mentally prepared to raise a subject of the archetype of that special sign, celebrated by few, when it occure, The Godly Clockmaker, in this version manifested as an event far beyond what scientist actually know, but open for the spiritual Ones, that have imprinted on Their Souls The way back to where They truly belong, To sit beside Him, in The Grand Emanation of His Glory, totally submerged in overwhelming Mercy, near The Great White Throne. At last, but not least, about the symbol of Total Eclipse. The Archetype of The Divine Child is an Absolute. Ive said That Love is Power, but so Is Knowledge. Im working with Akasha Chronicles, and from My good will and need to share it with Someone, to realize MySelf that Way, for the sake of overexpression of Mine, and being Overconductor of Consciousness, which I perceive as a gifts, blessings of Holy Spirit, My path to self fulfillment, and in what I believe, and wished for that, accordingly to The Will of The Great Father. If You Like What You had read, or just want to talk, You can text Me. (You might be My Soul Tribe.) If It has open some eyes, or minds, and You want to give thanks, or something. Just write a comment, and let the Karma do the rest. Hope for raw feedback, if it would be so, it would tickle My Ego, and build up My morals, what would give Me an extra motivation, so I may write something more in next couple of days. Once again... Im looking for new relations with same minds state Entities...!! Dont be afraid of Me. Cheers.

#Children Of The Absolute #Dzieci Absolutu

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aquarianwisp · 6 years

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Truly seeking self love

Loving yourself is not casually thinking "I guess I'm a nice person sometimes.”

Loving yourself is a fight. A fight to break down the walls you built to protect yourself, to destroy your negative thought patterns, and to acknowledge and destroy self-sabotaging behaviour. It is not something that you will magically start doing one day "when things are better than they are now." Self-love is an active process of destruction and rebirth.

Loving yourself is a fierce, demanding, and fiery practice, and yet simultaneously compassionate and hopeful. Just like learning an instrument or a new skill, it takes time, effort, and practice to keep choosing to love yourself, to keep putting energy into it, and to keep a positive mindset toward the end goal.

During the road to self-love, you need to remain vigilant, observe your thoughts and emotions, keeping watch on the horizons of your mind for the enemy that threatens reality.

Those self-delusions, ideals, expectations, and trained thought patterns which capture you into a cycle of negative self-sabotaging behaviour are your enemy. These are not reality. They are something your brain has been manipulated and trained into doing by the selfish behaviour of ourselves and others, usually when our brain is going through childhood or adolescence (it can still occur in adults, the brain is constantly moulding and changing itself). But these are false realities, these are your "enemy" that threaten your ability to perceive total reality. As soon as you realise these, you are able to fight them with wisdom and truth.

And yet, we need to love our enemies. Why? Because it is only love and compassion that truly heal. We can certainly use logic to understand these negative things. But until we accept them fully, and find love for these things we cannot forgive them. This is something that takes patience, practice, and effort to achieve. It's not something you do passively. You need to sit down and work through things until you can truly accept it without hesitation. This may take weeks, months, or years of fighting internally with yourself. But if you genuinely want to love yourself and understand compassion, you will not give up. This means that even if you have a week, a month, a year, or even simply a day when you completely fail yourself and you fall down a million times, and you stuff up and make mistakes, that you get back up and try again and you forgive yourself for your failure. It's a process of trying.

See the image below. This shows the transformation of negative emotions and thoughts into higher frequencies of energy. Emotions and negative thoughts actually create energetic patterns or habits which we then attach ourselves to in order to cope with stressors. The goal of self-love and reflection is to move negative energies up into higher frequencies as depicted below. But at the same time, we need to acknowledge that enlightenment or self-love and awareness is acceptance of the alpha point or the negative as well. As is said in the bible- God is both the alpha and the omega. It is also said that muladhara is the same as sahasrara, or in Kabalah- that Malkuth is the same as Kether. So acceptance of our flaws, negativity and unhealthy attachments and coping mechanisms is part of self-realisation and awareness, it is part of falling in love with the self. You need to be as much present in your faults, failures, flaws, suffering, and pain as you are present in your love, peace, joy and expanded self. But the deal is that you need to move these things toward the omega and be working within that state of practice and understanding constantly.

Some good things to invest your time and energy into if you want to work on self-love:

Journaling: Doesn't matter if it's a messy book with all your scrambled thoughts or a beautiful scrapbook. Write. Get it out of you. Process it. Writing is very useful, it allows you to process and discuss your thoughts with yourself slowly. It slows down a fast-paced hyperactive mind, and you can always look back at your progress later and make more notes on new things you have learnt.

Prayer: Some people might find this uncomfortable or weird especially if they are not religious. But an active prayer life is extremely important in my personal opinion. I grew up in a religious home and prayer was a major part of it. Speaking out loud can be helpful but if you can't pray out loud then you can write it down, whisper it, or even just pray in your heart. Prayer doesn't have to be to a deity. You can pray to yourself. You can pray to nothingness. You can pray to the air if you want. And you don't have to even talk. Prayer can take on many forms. Praying can be through ritual, through something artistic, or anything that makes you stop and take the time to create a space of gratitude, peace, and abundance. You don't have to ask for anything either, you can simply sit down and say thank you or sit down and just feel your emotions, reflect on your actions, or just observe the self. But make prayer a place where it is just you and your inner child.

Meditation: Meditation has been said over and over to be incredibly powerful. Meditation has many benefits, but one of the most important is its ability to quieten the mind. Quieting the mind is very important; it allows the brain to focus and direct attention to the physical body and allows for the body to open itself up to listen to the soul. Meditation and prayer can often be considered the same thing, so if meditation is your form of prayer then that is perfectly fine. Meditation takes practice, and you will probably not see results or any benefit on your first go. You will probably have a mind that constantly talks to itself too. But just keep trying, it gets easier and easier each time. But that being said, meditation is about looking deep within the self, it trains your brain to observe from a birds-eye perspective, it trains the brain to think before reacting, and it trains the brain to experience the present fully and to slow down. It also expands your perception of consciousness, allowing the mind to travel into different levels of consciousness in order to experience spiritual lessons. Tarot and oracle cards: Divination techniques such as these are fantastic for self-love and development. Cards or other divination tools are a vehicle for the intuition, and they allow you to open up and listen to the deep subconscious self. They are fantastic for shadow work when you have identified negative self-talk or self-sabotaging behaviour and you want to get to the root cause of the issue.

Compassionate breath work: Breathwork is where meditation often starts, and this breathwork is extremely powerful. The breath is considered to be the life source or consciousness itself, it is our breathing that keeps us conscious and aware. It is our breath that brings life to our bodies. The breath is essentially the vehicle of the universal energies. And that universal energy is pure love, pure compassion, pure peace. Youtube some breathwork practices if you do not know where to start, there are many yogic practices which focus on creating physical energy, healing the internal organs, healing and cleansing the mind, and much much more. There are different speeds of breathing, different lengths of breaths, different visualisation techniques, and different physical movements that go with these breathing practices, and this makes them extremely powerful especially psychologically. Breathing practices focus your mind on your physical body, or they focus your mind on feeling certain emotions or being aware of something. Choose to make compassion and love your deities, worship them literally if you want to. Personify them and make them your role models. There are many deities and spiritual beings who represent these archetypes. But make compassion and love something that is so much a part of your life that you breathe them in and out into the world around you. Make compassion your focus in life and watch your heart melt. Have a love affair with the divine: Eventually through all of this, you will begin noticing that your heart opens up, and there deep inside you is a powerful spiritual being or force. This force is universal life energy, it is divine, it is beautiful and it will romance you. It will seduce you. It will lure you deep into its waters of emptiness, its deep nothingness, its deep selflessness. It is simultaneously you, simultaneously “God”, and simultaneously nothing. It is the universe. Have a love affair with it. Worship it, perform rituals to it, romance it. Fall in love with it, find healing within it. Pray, sing, chant, or make music to it. Give it gifts, feel its love. And watch it romance you back. Have a love affair!

#compassion #meditation #Self Acceptance #self love #self care #healing #spiritual healing #love #self-love

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iraklismytridis · 5 years

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The Sequence of Your Existence Activation by Archangel Metatron ☘

Greetings of expansion and awakening, I am Archangel Metatron. It is an honour to bring forth the expansion and awakening energies of the Creator and the Angelic Kingdom to you, in order to inspire a greater recognition of the same within you. Expansion and awakening may appear to be similar qualities and energies when embodied, however, the expansion allows you to become and embody while awakening supports a reflection deeper into yourself. Coupled together, you can dive deep into your inner truth embodying the Creator’s truth into infinity. It is this journey I bring to you and inspire from within you into manifestation. Take a moment to contemplate yourself and your journey with the presence of expansion and awakening.

I, Archangel Metatron, ignite within you the presence of expansion and awakening in order to activate the sequence of your existence. This energy is very sacred, it holds the purity of your being, the mission of your soul and accounts of every experience of your soul and soul group. Thus, it is the story of your existence, offering you the remembrance of past, present and that which you have yet to experience. The story of your soul has already been experienced by you fully and yet it hasn’t even begun! In truth, you are already the entire and complete story or experiences of your soul and soul group, which means that all memories, wisdom and information are ready for you to grasp, download and use now. Can you imagine you already know and have experienced your soul and soul groups mission on the Earth and the inner planes? You have already merged completely with the Creator and you have already been created or birthed from the Creator. You are able to experience and embody everything between these two landmarks as well in your current embodiment.

Contemplate for a moment the volume of wisdom available for you to grasp. Contemplate the realisation you are already your soul and soul groups mission, everything they wish to embody and learn. This means that everything you could ever possibly need and require is ready and available to you.

Contemplate that you are already a part of the divine plan and have already played your sacred role. You have already completed all the missions your soul set out to engage with, embody and experience. Can you imagine you are already everything you could possibly dream of for yourself and spiritual evolution, as well as so much more that is difficult to contemplate at this moment?

When you begin to focus in this way you enter into a space of deep knowingness, nothingness and unlimited abundance within you, which further illuminated and activates your being. You move beyond a sense of yourself into an awareness of all that is possible and already created.

Everything has already been created, nothing is new. You may wish to take time to ponder this sentence, allowing awakenings to dawn within you. You may find yourself asking the question, can this always be the case? Yes, it can.

Can you imagine that within you is the understanding of the creation of the Universe and each moment of creation of your being?

It is time to shift your perspective through expansion and awakening to realise an activation is taking place within you which is allowing you to glimpse the truth of your being on all dimensions of the Creator’s Universe and beyond.

The Sequence

The truth is that there is no sequence to the existence and experiences of your soul, even when in embodiment on the Earth. Your everyday life feels like it is a series of events which have an order and cycle, yet your soul’s existence and events are occurring simultaneously. Thus, the sequence of your existence is the presence of everything you are being as one, simultaneously. The mind finds this difficult to accept as it is often programmed to accept time and the linear presence of everything. If you can gaze beyond the programming of the mind you begin to open to new understandings of your own truth and that of the Creator. This means your entire existence can be experienced in a moment or explored for a lifetime and still not fully revealed. Thus, the sequence of your existence is your simultaneous embodiment of everything that is the Creator.

You are a library of everything that is the Creator

Trust and courage are required in order to examine within you the truth of the Creator to the capacity that is available to and through you. The evaluation and embodiment of expansion and awakening support the evolution of knowingness of the truth of the Creator within you. Please invite, me, Archangel Metatron, forth to empower and amplify the qualities of trust, courage, expansion and awakening within you. As you focus upon the blossoming of these four energies within you, notice how you delve and rest deeper within your being and truth, entering a space which is deeply familiar to you and yet unknown.

I, Archangel Metatron, then invite you to request me to begin and reveal to you the Sequence of Your Existence Activation. I will do so as I invite you to focus on your breathing with your attention directed inwards. Be ready for anything which requires to be revealed to you. I, Archangel Metatron, will work with your energies to create the necessary shifts and synthesis required, especially in your perceptions of yourself. Let the activation be revealed to you in the most unique, beautiful and necessary way for you.

I, Archangel Metatron, invite you to ask me to assist you in your embodiment of all that is revealed to you now and in every given moment. It is through embodiment you will recognise the true benefits of this activation. While this activation brings numerous blessings, its greatest miracle is the growing understanding of who you are, your purpose, your mission and why you exist. Questions that often go unanswered and yet you have the capacity to bring great illumination to your being and awareness. Thus, bringing the Creator more fully into manifestation within your being, reality and the world around you. This activation brings self-awareness to a whole new level. The activation I speak of may not download fully and completely into your being instant. It is a gift that you can take time to digest, awakening your inner knowingness to the truth of All That Is. Due to the current linear programming of your mind, you may discover yourself at the birth of your existence or even the completion of your existence, able to grasp the knowledge that is needed to assist your current lifetime. There is much to explore and become aware of once more. It is important to remember that you have access to the knowledge and wisdom of the entire Universe of the Creator, this doesn’t mean you will receive everything that is available. You have the ability to connect with all that is the Creator, however, you will only grasp and understand that which is required and serves you to know and embody.

There is much to explore, I am present to serve, guide, reconnect and inspire you,

Archangel Metatron

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xcwbrghz-blog · 5 years

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Fire burns deep below our routine in the abyss of subliminal shades freedom is a manic breeze of need a stench of false light unity

Underneath of this broken monolith lies well organized chain of command where archetypal justice is served where the handle of power is open

Cold blames of dis-improvement at the altar of decaying universe eyes closed on shattered platform exiled hatred towards all shapes

Mist within i am bound to master spirit like disease i spread the deepening way no matter of praise or prayer we invoke the emptiness to dim the cosmos

Morbid obsession of unearthly realms progression towards the True Name silent emptiness as origin of whole tearing the structures of enslaved soul

Touched by laments of forbidden ones buried away from our receiving receptors i have grown into an opening as if i would have chosen myself

When the prognosis turns into will which runs from the void into matter there lies your forsaken skill holy darkness in scattered selves

Against the celestial made synopsis within every step in road of ash i hear the hauling of restless souls no time will overwrite our fault

Saturate the confirmation bias insights against the limit of psychotic chaos which is the die of impossibilities rising as it rolls quietly behind every decision

Open the monologue with thyself as godhood initiate spirits to participate the circle due time you will learn to suffocate the external world from your thoughts completely

As the pyramid grows with conversations these thoughts begin to come self aware no matter how much it takes from you this system will now inhabit your soul

Exalted vision may now rise from the depths as you give permission to these thoughts to live share your vessel with these abandoned deities supernal synthesis without any limitation

Saturate the social deprivation insights against the limit of total destruction which is the urge of possibilities rising as it grows exponentially in every disappointment

When the pyramid is built upon nothingness there is no cure for that sickness to wield it no matter how much it will give to you this system will now intertwine your soul

All litanies of pure black realizations will enhance your clarity of parallel realms this cannot be undone once the mind has opened conversation will continue through eons of space

Now it is done what you were secretly looking for metaphors unravel and mysteries get solved you will learn to love the black hole you are becoming a quasar in the light of Morningstar

Vivid ever-grey skies above soil poison runs trough veins of betrayal stampede of clones in frenzy of sun winter has return from the oblivion

Doors nailed shut aside from great work sacrifice of fertile train of thoughts more aware than is allowed in this place mold into murky arts behind the gates

Seer and listener in our own worship guilt and sorrow as pushing pressure in timeless machinery of symptoms fallen from the hand of poltergeist

So soon it becomes irresistible presence strengthen at eve of nights buried in these aehtyric changes we practice ourselves off lies

Mandatory rituals of silencing whole only creative and altering goals inside our vessel the occult content breathes absolution and subjective deeds

Equilibrium is at winter solstice where fires paint the picture so old there lies the only surrendering dark creates light for those after it

Maturing fluid non-linear patterns fulfill the utmost need to personalize as we are only splinters of void who have came to be sentenced in the fallout

Rest may come for those who understand without corruption of the higher self seer and listener in our own worship guilt and sorrow as pushing pressure

Tunnel in total denial of consensus radiant exception in preset existence immanent control of overall perception firey milestone pointing to every direction

When hearts of man emit the black light into realm of dogmatic greed and vice the creation of plastic paradise will be treated like pest and parasite

When ocean floods over earth and man all the frivolous tissue will wane altar of concept of solid emptiness takes place in marriage between life and death

For so long there has not been an aim for peeling the filth off the scales altruistic versus sanctimonious your duality is due to times you fail

For so long there has not been an aim for peeling off the sickness of mankind eradicate all prisons of hope so that the milestone of beyond will rise

Now it crushes the veil completely out of sight and the delusions will become reality in this process the alien will come our only purpose and only constancy

As it proceeds into deeper roots of worlds our whole being is torn into chasm between the opposites in individual mind emptiness and matter will fuse together

Luciferse will abate and void the abomination this faulty feces we have made for ourselves triumph of mind over matter is completion brink for the dogma to dissolve

Rings of the central moon of none-verse before actualizing any form of being this cold hell awaits as womb of shadows therein meditates the master of existence

I would not open your hatred towards me scintillating excellence enlighten me this sacred initiation creates abundance unlike flickering visions of consciousness

Nothing is perfect in unison or harmony it is the inertia of living things everything i haul is towards deepening as a messenger of ethereal forces

Trance of unfamiliar occurrences holds same trajectories as mankind the nuisance of paradox in nature before we gain much higher plane of life

Now the triumph is anchored in unknown our lives compete against the life itself none will stand in this flesh for long we are apprentices of cosmic throne

The central moon is not of this horizon but implosion of widely opened wisdom a communion between the ancient masters and the living force of beings in form

I shed my woe off the parasite of temple we all know we are here for a reason put the rings around your icy fingers and the solution is no longer your treason

Irrational survival through the aethyrs Into the black galaxy of True Name where no boundaries cannot pillage against your full potential and spirit

Wherein this illusion of separate frequencies have no power over the drone of unity our majestic Hivemind Beholder will cut down all chains to misery

Life is long gone replaced by immatter our beloved void gives nourishment of soul to be one with this darkness of whole is the only absolute subjective matter

Farewell and begone my life as i mold into nothingness beyond space and time with joy i accept this hell as if i would have chosen myself

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mynumenorean-blog · 6 years

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Physics and Philosophy: Depression is Like Gravity

When a star runs out of fuel and collapses under its own weight, it super-compresses into an infinitely small and dense point called a singularity. We never see this because this itty-bitty singularity has an enormous gravitational field around it that’s so powerful, not even light can escape it. In fact, the only things that have escaped are select radioactive waves that will, in theory, eventually cause the black hole itself to dissipate into nothingness.

In a way, this is also what happens to people with clinical depression. We collapse under the weight of our mental and emotional burdens. Our personalities, passions, and interests super-compress to the point to where even we can’t see them, surrounded by a near-impenetrable field of unwarranted, all-encompassing sadness and pain. The light given by family, friends, and other loved ones becomes all but invisible to us, and anything we send out from this abyss is just as harmful to ourselves as to others.

Unfortunately, we’re no closer to permanently fixing depression than we are to turning black holes back into stars. While there are some of us who respond well to conventional treatment, many of us find that regular therapy and medication just don’t cut it. To make matters worse, those who are lucky enough to not have this condition find it difficult to understand; some even deny that it’s anything that exercise, vitamins, and a deliberately chipper attitude can’t fix. Anyone with a shred of decency who’s kept up with modern science knows that labor pains are real, being gay isn’t a choice, and white people aren’t fundamentally better than any other kinds of people. Why, then, are we still taking backwards, outdated approaches to mental illnesses?

Modern physics tells us that so long as you steer clear of a black hole’s event horizon (the outer boundary, and the only part of it we can really observe), there’s still hope of not being pulled in by all that nasty gravity. However, the closer you are to it, the greater the speed at which you’d need to be travelling to elude the black hole’s gravitational pull. Similarly, most who suffer from Major Depressive Disorder can remember the event (or series of events) that lead to the onset of their condition. The pain, anger, and misery they inspired bind themselves to the center of a person’s consciousness, and anyone who approaches them afterwards is at risk of this malicious miasma interacting with their own day-to-day routine. Like gravity, it can reach out and touch anyone or anything in the sufferer’s life, twisting and distorting their perception of even the most cherished pieces of their lives until they no longer associate any feelings with them at all. While in its throes, some find that they must distance themselves from the sufferer to avoid being slowly consumed by their negativity.

To put things into perspective, a normal person has “gravity” that’s no stronger than that of Earth; just the right amount of pressure to ensure healthy growth. Clinical depression sufferers typically have an excess of the stress hormone cortisol, which causes certain areas of the brain to shrink and others to enlarge. An excess of gravity, on the other hand, would cause many parts of our bodies to be squashed down towards earth while causing blood pressure and production to increase. If it continues to grow, then eventually, it’s, “’Pop’ goes the human.” Much like gravity, too much cortisol can make a person “pop” both physically and mentally, as it’s been linked to weight gain, emotional outbursts, and suicidal behavior.

Even one’s sense of time is affected by both depression and gravity. The latter of the two literally curves the fabric of space time, causing it to flow more slowly than it would otherwise have done. The stronger the gravitational field, the more sluggishly time progresses. There is also a sense of timelessness in the minds of the depressed; one’s perception of time becomes altered and they often have difficulty keeping up with the pace of life. They’re stuck at the fixed points wherein their “gravity” increased, and forward progression can often move at as glacial a pace as George R. R. Martin’s writing (I love you, George, but two thirds of the Star Wars franchise were finished faster than it took you to not finish ASoIaF). They often feel that they’re standing still in a world that never stops moving, which exacerbates an already profound sense of alienation. The greater the depression, the more pronounced the sense of timelessness.

So, what’s one to do with all this information? How will knowing this change anything? Well, if we continue to draw parallels between MDD and the universe’s most abundant fundamental force, then we’ll realize that neither of these things are linear forces. Gravity can be understood as a curvature in space-time, whereas Major Depressive Disorder could be considered a “curvature” in the neural network. Both represent deviations from what is typically observed. There are very real physical differences between the typical human brain and one afflicted with MDD. Stop telling people with the disorder to “just get more exercise,” “go outside more,” “get over it,” or other such tripe. While time outdoors and physical activity are seldom bad ideas, they’re not a cure for the condition, so stop pretending they’ll fix depressed people. A better course of action would be simply to offer love and support; show them that you accept them as they are and will always be there to help them in whatever way you can.

Let’s also remember that gravity works in direct relation to the mass of celestial objects; the greater the mass, the stronger the gravitational pull. Some clinically depressed persons find that they can reduce their “mass” through regular therapy, while others must take prescription medications to chemically reduce it. Many require both. What most therapists will agree on, however, is that one of the most crucial factors in learning to cope with MDD is having a strong support system. Finding the right therapist can be nearly as challenging as finding the right medication; what works for one person may fail in spectacular fashion for another. Personally, I’m one for whom my circle of support was the only thing that truly helped me manage my MDD. Happiness became a conscious decision I had to make every day, and experience has taught me which of my coping mechanisms are the most beneficial for me. The love and understanding of those around me aid in keeping my “mass” as low as possible, and when it reaches a critical point, I can always reach out to them for help.

No matter what method a person uses to manage their depression, if it’s not harming the sufferer or others around them, no one else has a say in whether it’s the “right” approach or not. Yes, I understand that some medications have rather nasty reputations for the side effects they can produce. However, if a person feels that their meds are a bigger help than a hazard, then don’t try to cram essential oils up their noses, vitamins down their throats, or sunshine up their asses. You’re only adding to their mass.

Unfortunately, some psychiatrists do more harm than good by trying to find the quickest way to manage the symptoms. They treat their patients like lab rats, prescribing the most “promising” (aka expensive) new medications that haven’t been tested nearly long enough to observe any long-term damage they could eventually cause. When they observe an improvement, they pat themselves on the back and consider the job done. If the patient reports a different problem than the one with which they presented, they push another miracle pill onto the patient without considering the idea that the first pill might be causing the new problem. So-called medical “professionals” like this who play the doctor equivalent of “hit it and quit it” with patients are a large part of why the American medical system has become such a joke in the rest of the developed world. If all doctors were as interested in resolving their patients’ problems as they seem to be in throwing a pill at them, employing the “wait-and-see” method, and getting to charge them for follow-up visits, the WHO might not have given the US health care system the rank of 37th-best in the world in 2018.

Okay, that last bit was a rant, and it’s over now.

In conclusion, I hope this has been an insightful look into the minds of those who suffer from depression. If not, then I hope that those who have the disorder found it relatable. In any case, the more people understand the difference between “feeling blue” and actual depression, the faster the misconceptions about this condition can be replaced with compassion. One day, we may understand enough about MDD that we’ll be able to find a permanent solution. Until then, the 300 million people around the world who have this illness ask those who don’t to be patient with us… we’re doing the best we can against an enemy that modern medicine still doesn’t fully comprehend.

#depression #mdd

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Abundance of emptiness, sinking into the nothingness of marketing, shopping turns into a scavenger, seductions of the ego as masturbation, various ornaments of self-love, even a significant other as an ornament, a genetic heritage of narrowness in materialism, a pop culture toilet, a labyrinth of ego illusions, a market of hypocrisy in which feelings are traded as simulated orgasm, including laughter, is a kindergarten of the depravity of selfishness, people have turned into a consumer undead who have no consciousness, they only buy willlessly, tons of ego garbage, an industry to please their vanity, a masterpiece of indifference, hypocrisy, and selfishness, the moral decay of genetics. Peace and prosperity heavenly consciousness in your mind, the boundlessness of beauty and romance of being, we know the deep essence of life in ourselves, we know our energy, another world in our mind, it seems to us more real, infinite calmness will reveal all the truths of the universe, the harmony of eternity flows in your body, merging with the universe outside of time, renouncing the world of manipulators, we know life in ourselves, we begin to feel ourselves, paradise in the heart, mind and soul, chaos in the body, the sincerity of genius permeates us, unity with the true self, intuition pierces eternity and looks into the depths of the future, feel the flow of eternity, time hurries to do stupid things. Holiness is detachment, an interdimensional journey, in harmony with eternity, we are not part of this world, we are only observers, and loneliness leads to holiness and infinite wisdom, reality is only a version of the perception of the world created by chaos, the flow of magnetic energy that redirects the flows of elements that lead to is the development of life, you are not a part of this chaos, but only a spectator who absorbs wisdom through suffering, and anger in this world is a pain that needs to be endured so that the spirit becomes stronger, like the steel of patience, it is not crushable in endless calmness, the transformation into a light being that is immersed through the philosophy of love into a higher dimension of thought. Spirituality is like the freshness and cold of rain, and the dirt of sinful dreams, in the cradle of illusions, the city is dormant in the ego of fantasy, in complete denial of reality, in the time frames of life that seem priceless to them, the one who denies reality denies eternity, the infinity of immortality in the mind, remaining in the lower consciousness, people renounce the true face of their personality, in optimistic hedonism they seek happiness, the city sleeps in sinful temptations, comforting itself with excuses and continuing to sin, the city is a deviant distortion of reality, renunciation of the universe, ego is a paradise of cyber illusions, selfish logic is not cognizes awareness, the blind into non-existence sink into insensibility. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

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Chapter X : The Star to my Moon

Rebirth dawned inspiration as would a blank canvas, Creativity weighed as the sky on the shoulders of Atlas, Among the enticing phenomenon existed fresh novas, History to remember them as the evergreen nebulas.

Voices of the future seemed so distant, Dread swallowed my words to be hesitant, Visions of the past came in abundant, Trauma tore apart antidepressant.

Muses bloomed as during the peak of spring, Happiness doesn’t mean having a king, Brushes of self-love became aspiring, Drops of morning dew became faithful wings.

Despair welcomed itself back as I prepared to create, Grief craved infectious woes when I had just learnt to abdicate, Misery took no mercy on handiwork to disintegrate, Sorrow meant the art of joy had unwillingly obliterate.

Rain painted the untainted ground with exotic colours, Clouds offer tints of outlandish patterns as answers, Season’s hue arrives with no expected return as do favours, Mere compassion to sketch the gratitude as reminders.

-Palette of Hope 5:10:16 (Convey)

Dear Fostered Star,

I had to be burnt then extinguished repetitively when I never had the strength to light up my own fires; I existed in an endless inferno. I forced myself to become accustomed with the ashes and rely on smoke for breathing; I had convinced myself I deserve this pain. Everything that could have been a sliver of joy had whipped me raw; anything that had a touch of pride was continuously ripping me apart until I bled in black. The sparks were stripping away dignity; before long I had grown numb to existing in misery.

I felt a hollowness that would dig itself to the depths of hell but could never be filled with pieces of heaven. The same way I could never allow myself to experience any form of paradise because it had become my religion to suffer. It was in silence that I both questioned and answered my purpose. It was through the mute screams that I projected any indication of instability. Black holes kept emerging as they also mercilessly marked their place on my shattered spirit. I was an abyss of torpefied voids. Paranoia had me paralysed while my thoughts were so clouded by pusillanimous petrify to the point I was obtunded to panic. All the stakes paraded out of perception: wholesome nothingness didn’t hold a candle to what I had deteriorated into. A single drop of lulls was what gave me the courage to ignite my starry skies.

“That’s how it works I think. Go forward a bit then go back a bit more then forward a bit more and the only thing you can control is coping on the day-to-day and getting through it.”

My purposes were driven by you, my meaning was shaped after your words. I wasn’t worshipping you as God, I was holding onto what gave me reason: you.

I shared secrets as dark as my fears and exchanged thoughts as mad as Wonderland. You still offered support as nightmares were all that dictated my life. I confessed sins as profound as the ocean’s grave and exhibited behaviour as sensitive as the eyes. You always remained long enough to provide encouragement ��as doubt was all that followed my days. You had me loving you when I couldn’t even care for myself. You caressed my featherless wings until I could soar with the wind you’ve breathed. Then as you departed, the air that carried my beliefs were almost paper thin. Almost, I had lost it all again and became a youth of Neverland. I was close to living in numbness when my flightless spirit reminded me the person who had rifted such movement into my hours wasn’t pointless. That, his efforts are not to be wasted. You gave me a reason stay when all I could convince myself was to go; as you left, that reason almost ceased to exist-just as I did. You never stopped helping me; but it was as if time and space had stopped when you walked out. I couldn’t immediately remind myself of this rebirth, how when winter took everything in its palm to freeze me; you managed to keep the rose of your humanity growing through mine with every thorn against us. That summer you said goodbye was burning me as inferno did when I was accustomed to misery all those years ago. Once again, harm entered my vision; it was as if forever existed when my perception of hope couldn’t. Call me out on those rose-tinted glasses, eventually your eyes were a gateway to all the red flags life had to offer; I gave back my soaring spirit as you once gave me humanity.

I don’t want to go to sleep, it scares me. It’s worse when I have dreams, when those nightmares occur. Then I wake up, all alone and alarmed; only to shrivel up and cry myself to bed. As daylight unforgivingly piercing through, I wake up in constant pain and rest is as nonexistent as mercy in hell. I hate sleeping, this fear and pain; rest isn’t something I deserve but it hurts so much. I can’t stand it anymore but I have to endure it. When I should rest it kills me more and what should be home is a prison, how I miss you; with you gone I’m dead.

I’ve carried with me a hundred scars and a thousand regrets; none could amount to the solace that was you. I was given a million paths to be whatever the light could touch and still exist in the dark; however, the cost of losing you far outweighed any hollow future. It’s not that ‘without you, I don’t exist’; it’s because of you that I can. Seems like a rather thin line to be drawn; almost as sleek as the horizon or the subtle moment seasons change.And that’s how I knew you were my solace, when all of earth was screaming and the oceans rocked themselves to sleep in fear: you were the sky offering soft whispers of hope.My reminder of humanity that I have the will to save myself: even the smallest of heartbeats can mean a life beyond the grave.

For all the darkness I perceived in every route of my future, I didn’t let myself notice the light that was trying its best to seep out of the cracks. I focused on the cracks and with that beacon of light came you, the only reminder of my present. You showed my sights that my mind couldn’t register yet my eyes knew existed. When all I could see was my little box that was determined to keep me chained and locked, you gave a gentle knock and ever so softly raised the lid. Raised it as you did with your voice, a voice that grows with the heart that speaks through it. Past miles and beyond month's end, I found a reason right where wits refuse to exist. Now as that reason has walked out of the window, not all light disappeared without a trace: for during my life with you, I trained to raise my perception.

“Loving you was never the best for me, but my God, did it give me strength. Not a single day goes by where I find myself reasoning why I should or shouldn’t let go of who helped to save me. I’m not delusional and it’s been months, I can still feel the touch of your gentle hands on mine when they’re numb from frostbite. In between my song lyrics and traffic screaming, I’d hear your voice telling me to take care and it’s going to be okay. Sometimes I go on walks or try being with someone new, and there’s your warm eyes congratulating and being happy for me.”

The words I never said.

“Loving you was a test of my humanity. Whether I passed or failed, I’m still here despite all the storms we were up against. The key to my sanity, at least was you. But the lock doesn’t work anymore, it doesn’t want to. The key’s rusting but it doesn’t want to be cleaned. Tell me, how could I ever forget you?”

The words you never got to hear. No, you never wanted to, did you?

I put down the pen and take a little breather. I think I need a break from writing. I need some space from these thoughts. Cracking my knuckles, I adjust in my place. We left the homunculi realm a while back. We did our job, we’ve finished it off. We’re back in Kyoto, back in my grandparents’ place.

I had a dream the other night. There wasn’t an exact figure, the person didn’t feel like he was real. But there was a voice. I had a peculiar conversation :

“Well that’s odd.”

“What, me? Thanks, I get that a lot,” I want to walk away but I know I have to stay and listen.

“It appears I’ve encountered the same soul three times.”

“Great, now you have a trilogy soul.”

“From the distant past to the uncertain future and now perplexed present, that one soul has been divided into three separate vessels.”

“Elaborate.”

“One that is demonic and has a counterpart. Another where history repeats itself as trauma becomes a lifestyle. Now you, the coincidences.”

“The coincidences,” why did I repeat that?”

“Odd encounters.”

“Odd people?”

“Odd lives, all connected.”

“The universe is a small place apparently.”

“For this ambivalent soul standing before me, three times at that, yes.”

“Who knows, this may all be a rebirth of souls and love.”

“Which one are you?”

“Both and neither at the same twilight.”

I take another deep breath and have a sip of my tea. Focus, forget it. Digging my nails into my skin, I twirl the pen between my fingers. I scan over the inked pages, the empty envelope. The address that exists somewhere, but will never be found. My grandfather advised I write this letter in Japanese. Well, can’t say I didn’t try.

I give it another go. I pour out my soul across these lines. I let the ink express what he can’t hear. I try to stop the flood, but I’m only left in another drought.

“What does it look like to be on this spectrum? When you’re 110% at ‘letting go’, does this mean you completely forget what’s happened and pretended it’s never existed? It’s okay, y’know? To take your time and get there, night by night, centimetre by centimetre. Until you’re ready to let go from where you’re holding on.” “I want you to really imagine seeing yourself before you. Notice how she is, describe to me how she holds herself. Take note of the perceived guilt in her eyes. Tell me how such an aged soul is just a child who firmly believes everything she’s done has only been wrong. How about you, do you think any one of God’s green earth can say they haven’t made any mistakes?” “Let me know how her face changes once you talk to her. Talk to her with the same compassion you’d give someone else. Really just imagine it for me.”

With that final click of the key, I’m locked here with my soul’s past and future extension. One is a child with snow-white hair, the other is a lady with the shade of spring’s blossoms. They’re both fragile and on the edge, clearly holding back on what has to be shared. There’s figures looming over them, they reek of perceived guilt and miscalculated anxiety- they have misguided sins tattooed where they’re still bleeding. If I could tell them of the love they’ve shut themselves off. If I could let them know that it’s perfectly okay to be happy under the sky; the same sky they care about more than they ever could with themselves. If I could scream to them it’s only human to make mistakes, that having support during the worst eclipse of your life is just humane behaviour. If the past and future of my soul could believe that everyone has every right to make their own choices in life- and for them, they were as honest and considerate of boundaries as the next broken bird. If I could weep their built-up tears and turn that into a galaxy of hopeful stars; all scattered for every thorned spirit to wish upon. As of right now, all I can see is that they’ve been fighting, denying and hiding. They tell themselves lies and feast upon demons that only drain them. They set themselves up for battles they’ve only going to lose but continue when the scars haven’t healed yet. They build walls and watch the empty days fly by without them in it to genuinely enjoy their time. No one is without their mistakes and regrets. You can’t take flight without the other wing, his decision to leave was his choice. The Sun can’t take care of the Earth and all of its humans without the Moon, there’s no sin in having compassionate support from another caring person when you’re in the deepest rabbit hole of your life. Isn’t it about time you be kind to yourself, my past and future soul? Warm Regards, Your Wise Crescent Moon

#Ren'ai #Ren'ai-Vega #Renai-Vega #oddity #Hinaga Moizaf #Wattpad #love letters #poets on love #poets on tumblr #romantics #romanticism #5 stages of grief #stages of grief

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How Do Logo Designers Use Colors To Create Meaning?

Logos are an extremely important part of a business’s brand identity. A good logo is the graphical summarization of everything a business stands for. Logo designers constantly use many graphic design tactics to inject life into their designs. Out of such tactics used by the top graphic designers, the use of color is the most apparent one.

Color surrounds the entirety of the human world. As a result, human beings as a species have become hyper-dependent on color for many things. For example, everyday objects around that fill our lives are subliminally color-coded. Have you ever wondered by all the ‘Caution Wet Floor Ahead’ signs are yellow, or why all the traffic stop lights are red?

Logo designers regularly use two major inputs into the human psyche to establish meaning in color:

Societal Input

Since childhood, people are exposed to different colors and their meanings across societies. For example, in Christianity during wedding traditions, brides wear white-colored dresses to symbolize purity. Now, in contrast, white is a color that is associated with death and rebirth in East Asian cultures. (E.g. India)

The above example proves that color on its own doesn’t have, meaning it is the people who give it its meaning. As people and societies change, so does the meaning of a color. Logo designers understand this and use the same color to send different messages to different societies.

Evolutionary Input

As mentioned earlier, the color surrounds the human world. As a result, color and its influence evolved alongside humanity. For example, the color green is commonly associated with abundance and fertility. Meanwhile, the color blue evokes feelings of harmony and maturity.

It is not hard to see the direct correlation between the colors and their representation across nature that have an impact on their human perception. Logo designers are well aware of this phenomenon and use colors with strong evolutionary associations to send across certain messages.

For a better understanding, the following are the top three colors used in logos and their evolutionary heritage:

Red - Just like the other color found in nature, red also has a distinct evolutionary identity. But unlike the rest of the colors found in nature, red has gained its meaning from lack of presence. If you compare green with red, you would find that you don’t find nearly enough red. As a result of the lack of presence, red is the color of surprise. Red isn’t something humans and animals see every day, thus it evokes excitement and grabs the attention of anybody looking at it.

Yellow - Even though yellow might not be as abundant as blue or green, it is also not as scarce as red. Therefore you find the meaning yellow has evolved as into an airy character. The color yellow represents uniqueness, youth, and joyful friendliness.

Black - It is the most fascinating color found in nature because it isn’t one. Many people don’t realize that black isn’t color, as it has no wavelength on the visual spectrum. For the human mind to comprehend a color, it must have a wavelength, but the lack of one in black makes it sheer nothingness. Black exudes luxury and modernity due to its lack of existence.

In Conclusion

Good logo designers inject meaning into their logos with a comprehensive understanding of the human psyche. Businesses looking to create logos that enable them to build a robust brand identity must employ skilled and experienced logo graphic designers to do the job.

#logodesigners #logodesign #42works #colorpsychology #color meaning

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Dreams Are As Real As Anything You're Perceiving Them And Your Perception Is Real And What You're Perceiving Is Reality And You Create Your Dream State Like You Create Your Awake State With The Same Law Of Attraction And With Same Focus. ~Abraham *** *** *** People do not die of disease. They die because of emotion and belief, and because there is subjective rather than objective time for dying. ~Seth *** *** *** Are you a slave of your imagination, or are you not? *** *** *** The Power Of Your Mind Is The Only Power That Matters And All The Other Stuff You Do Is Just For The Pleasure Of Enhancing What You've Really Done With Your Mind. ~Abraham *** *** *** How difficult it is to see the world as purely mental! The tangible reality of it seems so very convincing. This is the mystery of imagination, that it Maharaj: seems to be so real. You may be celibate or married, a monk or a family man; that is not the point. Are you a slave of your imagination, or are you not? Whatever decision you take, whatever work you do, it will be invariably based on imagination, on assumptions parading as facts *** *** *** Question : If I project the world, I should be able to change it. Maharaj : Of course, you can. But you must cease identifying yourself with it and go beyond. Then you have the power to destroy and re-create. ~Nisargadatta Maharaj *** *** *** "To be identified with your mind is to be trapped in time: the compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation. This creates an endless preoccupation with past and future and an unwillingness to honor and acknowledge the present moment and allow it to be. The compulsion arises because the past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whatever form. Both are illusions." -Eckhart Tolle *** *** *** If you don't sloppy ....Witness your mind as if it belong another people. Don’t buy in any kind of your mind identify with it as “me; mine; myself” & “real; true”, unless they can pass through your self inquiry and help you as an alignment-deliberate-creator, otherwise Let your mind be like a steel wall, nothing can pass your heart and you just use your heart like mirror and remain as No-mind. *** *** *** Nothingness, What Is, Emptiness, pure Consciousness, Self, natural Mind -all these terms are synonymous, they point to the one true Self. Nothingness does not remove anything at all. It neither attains nor transcends anything. Nothingness is not affected or intimidated by anything. It does not depend on anything. It simply Is. Being complete, it lacks nothing. Therefore, nothing is required for Nothing to be. Discovering oneself to be Nothing, this is Freedom. ~Mooji *** *** *** I'm trying to take everything away from you as you can see. Everything that you ever believed. Every concept you ever had. Every idea that you had of getting enlightened, becoming free, becoming liberated. Every idea and belief of thinking that you're not liberated. That you have to get liberated. All of these things I'm trying to remove from your thinking patterns and then you remove your thinking patterns. You have to leave yourself empty, totally empty. To be totally fulfilled you've got to be totally empty first. - Robert Adams *** *** *** INTELLIGENCE Not because you think you know everything without questioning, but rather because you question everything you think you know. *** *** *** Are this heart use ‘so call’ great holy books/gurus preach/teach thinking for myself, and they can help me as alignment deliberate creator? If they can not, why do that? *** *** *** The most Simple, easy, and can be applied to all areas of life, the Eternal truth of life doesn’t made by man/any kind of dark-tyrant-rulers. *** *** *** Let this heart became mirror, Mirror the most simplest “Cosmic Principle”(Tao; Source; Ma at; Brahma) in every area/topic and as alignment deliberate creator. *** *** *** Otherwise this heart will too easy fool/misguide by any kind of ‘so call” great saints/gurus/holy books/religion/morality/social-family-education-belief-system. *** *** *** Civilizations do not fall and rise because of weapons, or economics, or technologies. They rise and fall because of the great sway of emotion and belief. People do not die of disease. They die because of emotion and belief, and because there is subjective rather than objective time for dying. You live then in a personal universe, in which each being of whatever degree comes personally in contact with space and time, alive with meaning, alive as a portion of reality that no other being could or can replace. Seth:The Personal Sessions, Book 4 – session *** *** *** What we think We become. What we feel We Attract . What we imagine We Create. *** *** *** The spirit of the individual is determined by his domination thought habits. ~Bruce Lee Kushandwizoom *** *** *** It is imagination that rules the world. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Imagination is the link between the inner spiritual world and the outer physical world. It connects our emotions and rationality. 想像力乃內在心靈世界與外在物質世界的聯結，它聯結我們的情感與理性。 *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** A person's reactions, feelings and actions are always followed by his imagination of himself and his surroundings. 一個人的反應，感覺和行動，永遠邊循他對自身和周遭環境的想像力而進行。 *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** You act according to your "self-conceived" self-image, not according to actual reality. 你依照你"自認為"實在的自我意象而行動，而非根據實際的現實行動 *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Infinite Intelligence”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** So…: In the time of pretending that you are “That”(Shiva), the Universe lings up for you as if you are that. ~AH *** *** *** Telling it like it is, will hold it like it is forever. We would recommend that you get a notebook and you call it "MY LIFE STORY" and you begin writing Chapter 1: My life story relative to Abundance, and you just fabricate a fabulous fairy tale that is pleasing to you. This is the new virtual me. And we promise you, if you tell that story for just a little while, instead of the story you've been telling, the Universe doesn't know whether the story you're telling is the reality or not. The Universe only knows it's the vibration that's activated. And the vibration that's activated is the Vibration Law of Attraction is answering. ~ABRAHAM *** *** *** You've created a vibrational version of you. A version of you that is happier, a vibration of you that holds many things that you want, a version of you who lives where you want to live, and looks the way you want to look, and lives with whom you want to live with. In other words, there is a vibrational version of you that is intact a vibrational version of you that always precedes the manifested version. Only in that alignment are you living the life that you intended when you came forth to this physical body. ~Abraham Hicks *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Infinite Intelligence”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Before you can live anything, in what you are calling physical manifestation—you have to have conjured it in vibrational form. You have to have imagined it before it can become a reality. Everything that you are living here in this physical body, you have imagined the essence of it before you are living it. - Abraham Hicks *** *** *** So your work, as you stand in the absence of something wanted, is to pretend it , to imagine it, to become so familiar with the essence of what it would feel like when it comes, that even though it hasn't come, you still feel good. ~Abraham *** *** *** Achieve, first, the vibrational essence of your desire—and then, through the crack of least resistance the manifestation will be delivered... Work on the essence of the feeling of freedom; work on the essence of the feeling of empowerment; work on the essence of the feeling of Well-Being... And how do you do that? You can imagine it already having happened and pretend what it will feel like when it is that way. Or, you can look for things in your life that are already like that and beat the drum of that until they play a higher percentage of time in the vibrational signal that you are emanating. — Abraham Hicks — *** *** *** A creator is someone who stands in their now and focuses energy. And you are in the perfect environment to do that. ~ Abraham-Hicks ~ *** *** *** An Epiphany is a manifestation of a thought that Source is thinking. ~ Abraham-Hicks ~ *** *** *** So what you have to start doing is you have to say, “I’m going to go there in my mind.” And we know that has to be incredibly annoying, but that is the path. Because if you can’t get there in your mind, you can’t get there! ~ Abraham-Hicks ~ *** *** *** The more in vibrational sync you are with who you really are, then the more you are allowing only those things that you're wanting, and the less resistance there is. And the less resistance there is, then the less delay between the idea of the thought and the receiving of it. ~Abraham-Hicks *** *** *** You Have To Begin Telling Your Story In A New Way. You Have To Tell It As You Want It To Be. You Get What You Focus On, So Focus On What You Want ~Abraham Hicks *** *** *** Nothing just comes upon you - whatever is manifesting is the result of a pretty steady vibration before it manifests. And the same with dreams – not as much with dreams – but the same with dreams. ~Abraham *** *** *** Everything in your physical environment was created from Non-Physical perspective by that which you call Source. And just as Source created you and your world --- through the power of focused thought --- you are continuing to create your world from your Leading-Edge place in this time-space reality.~Abraham *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** What you think about and what manifests in your life experience is always a vibrational match; and, in the same way, what you think about and what manifests in your dream state is always a vibrational much. ~Abraham *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Thanks for “Abraham & ~Richard Bach” *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** When you dream, all the scenery, characters, events, perils, and outcomes are built from your own consciousness, the darks and oppressions as well as the delights. Same with the world awake, though it takes you longer to build it. ~Richard Bach *** *** *** *** *** *** Via “ Wobble Free Zone” and thanks “Abraham & Wobble Free Zone” *** *** *** *** *** *** The key to a happy life isn't getting rid of desires. It's releasing resistance. ~Abraham *** *** *** You Can Get There So Quickly By Just Observing Those Who Are Already There And Appreciating Their Nowness. ~Abraham *** *** *** What we're really saying to you is. if you don't what-is,... you have to create an image in your mind and it dominant. ~Abraham *** *** *** Start taking pleasure from your inner reality. Most people are approaching this backwards, Most people are saying, "Okay, I want that, and I am not fulfilled until I get that manifestation." The reason for that promise of manifestation out there, to begin with, is that it gives you the reason to play the game in the inner reality. It is your imagination, it is the feeling of Energy flowing through you that is life. ~Abraham *** *** *** It's not your work to make anything happen. It's your work to dream it and let it happen. ~ Abraham *** *** *** Get so fixated on what you want, that you drown out any vibration or reverberation that has anything to do with what you do not want. —Abraham *** *** *** WORK THE BUGS OUT IN YOUR IMAGINATION. You don't have to build little things and bigger things. You can do it all in your mind. ~ Abraham *** *** *** Before things actually manifest, your proof of alignment comes in the form of positive, good-feeling emotion; and if you understand that, then you will be able to hold steady to your course, while the manifestations of the things you desire are making their way to you. - Abraham *** *** *** You're not creating with your affirmations, you're not creating with your visualizations, you are practicing a vibration hat lets it in. ~Abraham Hicks *** *** *** Every little orchestration of energy counts. You must change all of your energy representation to be as close as possible to the way you say you want to actually be when you see yourself living your dream. And so idea then is that the closer you can math what you see in your imagination the more real your body consciousness will believe it is and the more real energy you will project out that will transform your reality." -Bashar *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Michelle Copeland”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Achieve, first, the vibrational essence of your desire—and then, through the crack of least resistance the manifestation will be delivered... work on the essence of the feeling of freedom; work on the essence of the feeling of empowerment— work on the essence of the feeling of Well-Being... And how do you do that? You can imagine it already having happened and pretend what it will feel like when it is that way. Or, you can look for things in your life that are already like that and beat the drum of that until they play a higher percentage of time in the vibrational signal that you are emanating. --- Abraham *** *** *** Faith is a vibrational attitude, an awareness, a vibrational focus and attention to what is in your Vortex of Creation. ~Abraham *** *** *** Nothing Will Manifest In Your Experience Without The Imagination Process Happening First. -ABRAHAM *** *** *** A Visionary Thrives Under All Conditions. ~Abraham *** *** *** How did you train yourself into the Vortex? I IMAGINED what would it feel like to be the receiver of the things that I want and I imagined it so often, that it was hard for me to Imagine otherwise. I trained myself vibrationally into the expectation or the belief of what I wanted. ~Abraham *** *** *** When you KNOW that you control the vibration that you are offering, NOW you are invincible! Now there is nothing that you cannot be, or do, or have! ~ Abraham-Hicks *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Pure Positive Energy”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** We want you to hear from us, that the virtual reality where you close your eyes and conjure all of that, and then excel beyond anyone's wildest dreams — that is the way you align with your desire. ~Abraham *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Pure Positive Energy” *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Practice And Practice And Practice And Practice The Frequency Of What You Want! ~Abraham *** *** *** The essence of the way you feel about the things you think about most will eventually manifest in your real-life experience—but it takes even less time and attention for it to manifest in your dream state. And for that reason, your dreams can be of immense value in helping you understand what you are in the process of creating in your awake state. ~Abraham *** *** *** Sometimes when you have wanted something for a long while but you do not see any way for it to really happen, you will experience a dream where it does happen. And then, in the pleasant recollection of the dream, you soften your vibration of resistance—and then your desire can be fulfilled. ~Abraham *** *** *** Most of you are not up to speed with your vibrational reality because you are focused on what-is. ~Abraham *** *** *** When I Want It and Allow It, I Create It The two factors required in the creation of anything are to want it and allow it, or desire and belief. Usually, once people have focused upon problems enough that they have disallowed their Well-Being and they are seriously ill, they then turn their undivided attention to the illness—thus perpetuating it more. Sometimes doctors can influence your belief in wellness if they have a process or a remedy that they believe will help you. In that case, the two factors that bring about your healing are the same: desire and belief. ~Abraham *** *** *** Fear is the emotion that comes forth when you are choosing a thought that is not up to speed with the desire that you hold. You're going to feel it and you're going to feel it stronger. It is the reason that the word "terror" or "terrorist", or "terrorizing" is such an appropriate word. It is not only in the action that you witness, or that you hear about, it is in the speculation that begins to run rampant. The power of the terrorists is much greater in things that never come to be than it ever is in the things that do come to be. ---Abraham *** *** *** You cannot notice what-is and complain about it, and be a vibrational match to the solution. When you were living the problem, you were asking for the solution, and Source said yes immediately. So, there's never a reason for you to be wallowing around in a problem for more than about a second? You can get so good at this that before you're even aware that the problem has gotten started, you've already got the solution under way. ---Abraham *** *** *** The successful honing of the vibrational frequency IS the work. And everything reflects that you see…" ~Abraham *** *** *** Practice positive expectations on EASY to feel good about things- that makes our vibration stable and firm and then other "non easy" things gradually and naturally move on the same high flying vibration. ~Abraham *** *** *** Every little orchestration of energy counts. You must change all of your energy representation to be as close as possible to the way you say you want to actually be when you see yourself living your dream. And so idea then is that the closer you can math what you see in your imagination the more real your body consciousness will believe it is and the more real energy you will project out that will transform your reality." -Bashar *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Michelle Copeland” *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Your dreams are manifestations of your vibrational point of attraction, so you can evaluate your dreams to determine what you are really doing with your vibration. Your dreams are, sort of, a sneak preview of the essence of that which is to come—so if you evaluate the content of your dream, you can often determine what your point of attraction is--and then if you do riot wish to live out the dream you have been dreaming, you can do some-thing about changing it. ~Abraham *** *** *** When you KNOW that you control the vibration that you are offering, NOW you are invincible! Now there is nothing that you cannot be, or do, or have! ~ Abraham-Hicks *** *** *** I like knowing that I am the manager of my Gap, that I am in control of how I feel, and that by choosing better-feeling thoughts about money and life in general, I can bring myself into Vibrational alignment with the Universal Stream of Abundance. ~Abraham *** *** *** What If Source Were Standing in My Physical Shoes? It is not your job to make something happen-your work is to simply determine what you want. If we were standing in your physical shoes, our attention would be upon bringing ourselves into alignment with the desires and preferences that we have launched. We would consciously feel our way into alignment *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks "Pure Positive Energy": *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Does your opinion about most things harmonize or resonate with the opinion or the knowledge of the Source within you? Another way of saying this is .. do your opinions make your heart soar and sing? ~Abraham *** *** *** Those that are succeeding and are thrilled and joyful in the unfolding will often tell you, "I've dreamed this since I was little. I imagined it, I pretended it, I used to practice with the hairbrush pretending it was a microphone." Purity is the alignment of energy. Doesn't matter what anybody else thinks about anything. It only matters what you think about it. --- Abraham *** *** *** Once you envision something and the Universal forces come into play to help you in the creation of it, there's never again going to be enough action for you to keep up with it. You can't use the Energy that creates worlds to create a situation and then find the action to keep up with it. You have to keep envisioning. You have to keep imagining it better. --- Abraham *** *** *** If you could train yourself into KNOWING that what you are wanting is already done, it would be done right now. ~Abraham *** *** *** When you want it and know it, it is. When you want it and BELIEVE it, it becomes right before your eyes. I t is the most glorious state of being. ~Abraham *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks "Pure Positive Energy": *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** The FUN is in the MOLDING of ENERGIES .. its in the DREAMING of what COULD BE .. its in the TUNING YOURSELF into the alignment of your dreams. Its just not the culmination of something, because there never is a culmination. THE FUN IS IN THE BECOMING, THE FUN IS IN THE DISCOVERY, THE FUN IS IN THE ALIGNMENT, THE FUN IS IN THE NEW IDEA, THE FUN NEVER STOPS, YOU SEE! ~ Abraham ❤️ *** *** *** Isn´t it exhilarating to think about tapping into the power of the Universe? And do you understand that you already harness some of it or you would not be at all? Can you feel that it was that power that got you here? Are you beginning to feel the reality of your Vibrational Escrow? Can you feel its relationship to you? .. and can you feel how you must, if not be there, and you can´t really be fully there because it expands rapidly every day .. .. can you feel how MOVING IN THE DIRECTION OF YOUR VORTEX IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS? .. moving toward your Vibrational Escrow .. and everything else is just going through the motions. Abraham Hicks *** *** *** Make a decision of what you want, give your attention there, find the feeling place of it — and you're there instantly. There is no reason for you to suffer or struggle your way to or through anything. ---Abraham *** *** *** "How did I feel as that was happening?" If you have awakened from a very good-feeling dream, you can be confident that your dominant thoughts surrounding that stabled are pointed toward manifestations that you do want. When you awaken from a had-feeling dream, know that your dominant thoughts are in the process of attracting something that you do not want; however—no matter whew nut stand, in tarns of what it manifesting in your experience, can always make a new decision and draw the manifestation to somelhing that is even more pleasing. ~Abraham *** *** *** You do not create while you are dreaming. Your dream is a manifestation of what you have been thinking during your awake state. However, once you are awake and you are now thinking about, or discussing, your dream—those thoughts do affect your future creations. ~Abraham *** *** *** You must give significant attention to any subject for it to become powerful enough to manifest in your experience, and quite a bit of attention must also be given to a subject before it will begin to show up in your dream state. For that reason, your more meaningful dreams are always accompanied by strong emotion; the emotion may feel good or bad—but it will always be strong enough so that you will recognize the feeling. ~Abraham *** *** *** "Everything that you see is illusionary anyway. And the illusion can be whatever you choose it to be. " -Abraham- *** *** *** You're making it all up… That's what Creation Is. -Abraham- *** *** *** You are the Creator of what's Real. -Abraham- *** *** *** There is no such thing as a Self-realised person. When there is no "person" the Self is realized. When there is no "person" the ' question of coming and going cannot arise. The body is an appearance in the Self. When the body disappears the Self remains as it always was and is. Realization is the understanding "I am not this body which comes and goes, I am that permanent, unchanging reality in which the body and all else appears". *** *** *** So…: Who exists as I? You exist, that is certain—but, as whom? *** *** *** You see yourself as what? As who? Everything you have been take it as “me; mine; myself” and “real; true”…: Just like countless clouds come and go…: So...Who exists as I? *** *** *** You exist, that is certain—but, as whom? Nowhere. *** *** *** 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤨🤨🤨🤨🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😘😗😙😚👅👄💋💘❤️💓💕💖💗💝💞💥💞💥💞💥🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀 *** *** *** You are the witness of it. How can you lose this understanding, this insight? ~Mooji *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Why do you still consider the phenomena? See who the "Seer"(Witness; True Self; Wholeness; Brahman) is. ~Ramana Maharishi *** *** *** The Seer is most important. You are. That is most important. Concentrate on the Seer, not on the seen. All that you see is false and the Seer alone is true. All knowledge you gather is useless, until you hold on to your Self. You are the Truth, not what is being told to you, not what you see. ~Sri Ramana Maharshi *** *** *** All that we see is a dream, whether we see it in the dream state or waking state. One has only to remove the transitory happenings in order to realize the ever-present beatitude of the Self. *** *** *** Since the seer alone sees, he does not regard any other factor as the seer (subject). He is fully awake in the supreme truth; ~Yoga Vasistha *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Infinite Intelligence”: Before you can live anything, in what you are calling physical manifestation—you have to have conjured it in vibrational form. You have to have imagined it before it can become a reality. Everything that you are living here in this physical body, you have imagined the essence of it before you are living it. - Abraham Hicks *** *** *** Nothing Will Manifest In Your Experience Without The Imagination Process Happening First. -ABRAHAM *** *** *** All Reality Came From Vibrational Reality And It Comes Fast If You Will Allow It. ~Abraham *** *** *** Your Inner Being doesn't have the right, or the wherewithal to assert anything into your experience. You got to sync up with it. So you have to become a believer of the Vibrational Reality, before the Vibrational Reality can come into your experience. ~Abraham *** *** *** Faith is a vibrational attitude, an awareness, a vibrational focus and attention to what is in your Vortex of Creation. ~Abraham *** *** *** When you KNOW that you control the vibration that you are offering, NOW you are invincible! Now there is nothing that you cannot be, or do, or have! ~ Abraham-Hicks *** *** *** So what you have to start doing is you have to say, “I’m going to go there in my mind.” And we know that has to be incredibly annoying, but that is the path. Because if you can’t get there in your mind, you can’t get there! ~ Abraham-Hicks ~ *** *** *** Via and thanks “Pure Positive Energy”: We want you to hear from us, that the virtual reality where you close your eyes and conjure all of that, and then excel beyond anyone's wildest dreams — that is the way you align with your desire. ~Abraham *** *** *** How did you train yourself into the Vortex? I IMAGINED what would it feel like to be the receiver of the things that I want and I imagined it so often, that it was hard for me to Imagine otherwise. I trained myself vibrationally into the expectation or the belief of what I wanted. ~Abraham Via and thanks “PURE POSITIVE ENERGY”: *** *** *** Via and thanks “Infinite Intelligence”: Once you have practiced the vibration of what’s in your Vortex long enough that you own the frequency of it, and there is no gap between you right here where you stand and the vibrational reality in your Vortex-then those objects, those relationships, those desires, those answers, those solutions that you have been asking for will flow seamlessly, in perfect timing, into your experience. - Abraham Hicks *** *** *** All things are possible to ',on, because you are all imagination anti imagination creates reality. Knowing what you want, imagine you have it. Knowing what you want to be, imagine you are it. ~Neville *** *** *** Via and thanks “Pure Positive Energy” We promise you, it is NEVER MORE EFFICIENT to do anything than it is to IMAGINE IT BEING DONE. Because in the IMAGERY, you empower the entire Universe on your behalf to bring you circumstances and events so that lots of this stuff gets done by itself. ~Abraham *** *** *** Via and thanks “Infinite Intelligence”: Leverage your time more by spending a little more time every day imagining and a lot less time every day doing. Do a little more imagining and a little less doing. Until eventually most of what’s happening is happening in the cool, calm, anticipatory state. Just imagine yourself into the successes, and watch what happens. Imagine a little more and act a little less. - Abraham Hicks *** *** *** Via and thanks “Law of Attraction The Essence”: Eternal-joy: “Your observation of the conditions that exist now are the reason that you keep repeating a pattern that holds away the things you want. It really is that simple. You gotta change the way you look at things, you gotta reorient yourself, you gotta become more vibrational interfacing, you gotta trust the way you feel, you have to accept that you have guidance, you have to accept that your guidance is always leading you toward what you want and you have to be aware of when you’re moving toward what you want and when you’re not moving toward what you want and you have to accept that the emotions that you hold are the indicator of whether you’re moving closer or further. You can just tell. You’ll get so good at this that you’ll be in the middle of the conversation and you’ll stop talking right in the middle of it because you’ll realize that you’re moving away from what you want rather than toward what you want. So often, in your quest to make someone else understand what you MEAN, who is in a different vibrational frequency and is not hearing what you mean, In your attempt to get them to hear what you mean, You are RESPONDING to the CONDITION of them NOT HEARING, So you are BASING what you are saying based upon WHAT THEY ARE NOT HEARING And then you JOIN them in their frequency rather than MAINTAINING yours And then instead of them hearing what YOU mean, you hear what THEY mean And NOTHING CHANGES.” Abraham Hicks, San Francisco, CA 07/19/2014 *** *** *** Via and thanks "Eternal-joy": "You are an Eternal Being always projecting from Nonphysical, and sometimes that projection is into a physical personality. When the physical personality is complete for this time, then there is a withdrawal of focus. It’s sort of like: here you sit, and sometimes you go into a movie, and sometimes you come back out of the movie — but you are always the you that went into the movie, whether you are in the movie or not." Abraham Hicks *** *** *** Your outer physical reality is not outer, it is INNER. All your explorations and all your ideas, no matter how they may magnify scientifically or otherwise, are all going to be the result of the way you change the idea of how you see yourself and what you know is possible in your dimension of experience. ~Bashar *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Michelle Copeland”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** You can get to wherever you want to be from wherever you are, no matter where you are or what your current state of Being. ～Abraham Hicks *** *** *** Via and thanks “Infinite intelligence”: I’ll Not Ask Others to Become Different for Me… Let your Vibrational Escrow percolate, and you do your best to give it your undivided attention so that you become a Vibrational Match to it. And then, when the Law of Attraction brings all of it together and brings you, because you’re a match, together with it – then there aren’t any bugs to work out. Don’t ask the person, or people, that helped you to define what you want to become what you want so that you can have what you want. (Oh, that was so good.) Instead, let them be the Step One part of it (the asking part). Use your willpower and your decision to focus upon what you want – and then the Universe will bring you what you want.⠀ - Abraham Hicks *** *** *** If something you want is slow to come to you, it can be for only one reason: You are spending more time focused upon its absence than you are about its presence. ~Abraham *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Abraham Hicks Love”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** "Do you accept that the increase in income is already in your vibrational escrow? Do you understand that every time you’ve worried about it, you’ve put more of it there, in other words? This is a really well thought out, well planned, and now well-tended-to by your Source Energy creation. And so, the question isn’t 'Will it be, will it be?' Because it already is. And the question isn’t, 'Do I get to have it?' Because it’s already yours. The question is, 'How can I, right now, feel that it’s there, rather than antagonize myself into feeling that it isn’t there? How can I trust, rather than doubt? How can I believe, rather than wonder? How can I know, rather than worry?' And so, it’s an emotional game, it’s a vibrational game. So, what do I know, that makes me feel better, even if it’s general? I know I’m good at what I do. I know that I always figure things out. I know that things do work out for me. I know that I’m resourceful. I know that the Laws of the Universe are in place. I know that it’s in my vibrational escrow. I know that Universal Forces are always helping me. I know that the solution is in place. I know that I have access to it even though I don’t see it right now. I know that even though I don’t see it right now, I may see it later. I know that there have been many things that at one time I didn’t know, that later I knew these things. So as you talk about what you do know, even though it’s general, it soothes your vibration, it helps you to close the gap, and the more you close your gap, then the more the Universe can orchestrate the circumstances and events that you need. But, when you do the opposite when you attack yourself, when you say these things, 'I don’t know where it’s going to come from, I don’t know when it’s going to come, I don’t know if it’s going to come in time, I don’t know what I’m going to do?' When you antagonize yourself in those ways, then you don’t let the Universal Forces that are working for you, come to you, and then you just feel worse and worse and worse. That was really good. You got that clearly didn't you? Everything is an emotional game. Everything is a vibrational game. Everything, everything, everything." - Abraham❤️ *** *** *** In ordinary dreaming, without the awareness of usual waking consciousness.... you are like a child in objective reality. When you learn to take waking awareness into the dream condition, you are reaching adolescence, so to speak. When you reach adulthood, following our analogy, then you will learn to be successful in manipulating dream reality as you now manipulate objective reality. ~@SethSpeaks1 *** *** *** Now if you read a book...that instructs you to contemplate goodness, to turn your thoughts immediately to love and light when you feel irritated, you are in for trouble. Such practices will only serve to make you more frightened of your natural emotions. You will not understand why you have them any better than you did before. You may only hide them more cleverly, and perhaps become ill if, given the situation, you are not already. The harder you try to be 'good' in such a case the more inferior you will become in your own mind. What do you think of yourself, your daily life, your bod our relationship with others? Ask yourself these questions. Write down the answers or speak them into a recorder. But in one way or another objectify them. @SethSpeaks1 *** *** ***

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