#even with its faults ​SEED/Destiny will always have a place in my heart

[raccooncityriots]

Honestly the people saying that they’re sorry to SEED fans because the movie feels like a teen drama fanfic is sending me, guys did you watch the series. I was expecting nothing less.

[bestworstcase]

silver eyes death resurrection mirrors infinite unbound the moon balance life and death my memories stay with me what would be the point of keeping their memories the heart very rarely forgets. no one to guide them. smoke and mirrors truth will rise mirrored eyes the girl who fell through the world hope as fire fire as wrath wrath as revolution despair becomes destruction becomes fire becomes hope. it’s not about why it’s about knowing. manifestations of anonymity. destiny is cruel redemption is coercive heroism is self-harm we just have to keep pressing forward and so we must press on. makes them into the them they wanted to be when they were still them. ascension reincarnation death life all semantic you shall walk its face even the gods couldn’t kill her in the end. and the moon falls down. the cat knows who wrote the story. …a sparrow’s born to fly a rose will grow to be a seed running hard to stay in place you’re just who you always were. resilience. passion resourcefulness bravery ingenuity strength. your faith in mankind was not misplaced. lonely towers lonely girls closed doors forgetting not forgetting desperate to make amends. a smaller more honest soul (the things you’ve long forgotten) we lie complacent i don’t want to hear your absolution. toil in isolation learn from your mistakes grovel for forgiveness it’s all my fault it’s all my fault. every child on remnant knows this story. broken fairytales trying to get it right this time. you’re doing this all alone? the jabberwalker the cat the blacksmith the tree. tired of leaving places in ashes. burdens and destinies and stasis and—defiance. the flaw in the design. what strength have i that i should wait? what span of life that i should show patience? is my strength the strength of stone? is my flesh made of bronze? hope has no place here and they lived all that remains. an invincible monster that took your mother

[sweetestlamb]

I Love You, Where Are You Going?

Summary: Y’all already know what it is. Episode 15 continued through my dirty pervert mind. For @truccieeboo​ and @emanmc24​ who always support me and wanted some desk fun. Ko Mun-yeong and Moon Gang-tae having fun on a table, that’s all. 

Author’s note: I am tipsy and that ending made my brain (and vagina) explode, excuse any typos or grammatical errors its just because I’m fucked up in every sense of the word. 

I love you. I love you so much. I love you Ko Mun-yeong. 

How dare he say those words to her now when she was trying to do the right thing? She had been selfish her whole life and the one time she was attempting to be selfless, he was making her regret it every step of the way. How long had she yearned to hear those words, never expecting they would mirror her own ill-advised love confession so long ago. 

She had been so stupid back then with no clue about what love was, spewing out whatever she thought would get a reaction out of him. Whatever would make him stay because he was the only person who ever came to save her, despite her darkness and lack of empathy he followed her everywhere she went and wanted to be with her. He was such a fool, had been since he was boy. 

Why couldn’t he just leave? She was giving him an out, absolving him from his meaningless guilt, who could fault him for not wanting to be with the daughter of the monster that murdered his mother? That monstrous blood was flowing through her veins as well, she had tried her damnest but she couldn’t escape her mother’s curse. Their relationship was ill-fated, not destiny. She was a fairy tale writer and she hadn’t been able to predict her own ending, how  ironically pathetic. 

She twirled the dead flowers in her hand, trying not to think about him. It was futile he was all that filled her head, the desperation in his voice as he declared his love for her. She hadn’t been expecting it, not in the slightest, why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Hadn’t he called her a one-time event, why did he keep coming back for an encore of the world’s saddest show? Maybe Jae-su was right and he was a psychopath, at the moment she couldn’t argue against the point. 

The loud bang of the door crashing open violently pulls her from her thoughts, and she hears stomps nearing her. With a sigh, she hides the flowers, not wanting to give him the wrong impression; he needs to leave and take Sang-tae with him. This has gone on for too long. 

“Mun-yeong.” His deep voice echoes in the spacious room as he rounds the corner to find her at her standing near the table. 

Gang-tae prowls towards her, determination in his eyes, unnerving her to her core. “I love you. Why are you running? What’s wrong?” 

Anger pools in the pit of her stomach as she cuts her eye to look at him, who is he to offer his love now? She can’t have it now, her mother has poisoned their seed of love and anything that blooms now will be deadly, grotesque and ugly. She rises and presses past him, hoping to escape to her room and regroup his resilience had not been expected, he was supposed to leave quietly and without a fight, where was her repressed Moon Gang-tae? He chose the worst moment to unpin himself and unleash on her like a hurricane. 

His tight grip on her arm both shocks her and stops her in her tracks, with wide eyes she gasps at him, “If you tell me you love me one more time I’ll--” With a snap of her jaw she cuts herself off, not quite knowing how to complete that sentence. What would she do to him? Pushing him away was proving futile and he was hammering at the walls she was building back around her heart. 

“You’ll do what? Do this?” He retorts defiance ample on his tongue, before his fingers tighten on her arms and he leans up and steals a kiss. Nothing more than a peck but her reaction is instant, her body heats as her heart races, pumping blood to her cheeks and...other regions. While she is dazed by the spontaneous kiss, he further surprises her by bending suddenly and lifting her into his arms, all the air in her lungs is vacuumed out as he places on her on the table. Her eyes search his own in question and reprimand, what was he doing? Why wasn’t he leaving dammit! 

Before she can question his actions, he tilts forward, his eyes fixated on her lips. With a gasp, she jolts back, backing away from his hungry seeking mouth, but he is not deterred as he presses forward further forcing her back onto her arms to escape his kiss. She retreats until her back hits something solid, the table, she has nowhere else to go, he has her cornered. With all her strength she shoves at his shoulders, his eyes never leave her mouth, his body is barely rocked from her push. Like a mouse hitting an elephant. 

Swiftly he climbs onto the table, hovering over her body and snatches her arms, firmly placing them above her head. His body is unbelievably hot above hers, heat radiating off and burning her skin, she pants from the heat. 

“Why are you fighting me? You don’t want this?” His voice is slightly condescending as if he has no belief that the answer is no. Arrogant bastard. 

“No. I don’t, get off me. I told you to leave. Get lost!” Her scream reverberates off the walls, but his face is unchanging, as if he did not hear her declaration at all. As if, she had said nothing at all, he smiles at her warmly, sighing fondly before whispering onto her face, “Liar.” 

She tense under his weight, her wrist warm clasped in his  snug hold, he continues on leaning into her space until each word lands with a puff of moist air on her reddened skin, “You want this. You’ve always wanted this, why are you fighting it now that I’m giving it to you? Take it. Let me take you.” 

Her body responds to his suggestive words, images of that kiss infiltrate her mind, she thought that was the extent of his passion, never anticipated that he would be like this? He usually become flustered from small pecks and the brush of her hands, how could this be the same Moon Gang-tae? Her wonder must have reflected on her face because he answered, “You look surprised, did you think I didn’t want it too?” He scoffs, “I want you all the time. I’ve thought about taking you in every room of this castle. I never answered your question that day, yes Mun-yeong, I want to sleep with you. I want to sleep with you so badly.” 

Involuntarily she feels herself become moist, his words setting her body ablaze and with renewed strength and adrenaline she pushes him again, harder, satisfaction bubbling when he falls off the table, but her victory is short-lived as he snatches her again, slamming her wrists back onto the table with more force than before, too formidable for her to move even in the slightest. With fear lacing her voice she demands, “Stop! Let go of me, I told you to stop!” Angry tears filling her eyes, he’s saying everything she has wanted to hear and its destroying her defenses, she has to get away. 

His lips smash into her own as she tightly presses them together, forbidding his tongue from entering her mouth, her last defense. He swipes at her lips harder, unrelenting in his pursuit to devour her, but she is steadfast thrashing in his arms violently and eventually he pulls back with a final lick across the expanse of her mouth. The hunger in his eyes is palpable and smothering her. 

“Coward.” 

The word stops her in her tracks, she peers up at him baffled at his audacity, letting him go was the bravest thing she has ever done, how dare he minimize it? Wasn’t he the one who had spewed out that crap saying if you loved someone enough you had to let them go, was that reserved for good people? Why was she not allowed? 

“How dare you--” 

His tongue cuts off the rest of her statement, as he uses the opportunity to thrust his way into her mouth, tongue sliding against her own, swallowing her complains as he presses her into the table. 

She loses herself momentarily in his taste, his tongue wrecking havoc on her slack mouth, as he invades her, brutal in his conquest, leaving nothing in his wake. Licking and sucking until her mouth feels tender and raw from the attention, finally she snaps out out of her trance and bites down on his slithering tongue, he jolts back with a cry, hands freeing her wrist to cover his mouth. 

“Get off me, Sang-tae will be here soon and..” 

“Shut up.” 

What. “What?” 

“You heard me. Shut. Up. I don’t want to hear about anyone or anything else. I love you and I know you love me. A kiss is better than a fight and this” He boldly grinds into her pelvis, making her quiver, “This is the best of them all.” 

Without a moments notice, he rapidly begins to unbutton his own shirt, fingers flying down the straight row of tiny buttons. She feels lightheaded, thankful for the stability of the table underneath her, her knees buckle as she watches him. He flings the shirt on the ground revealing the pale glow of his skin, muscles flexing at the motion, his abs tantalizingly on display as she feels the arid desert that her mouth has become. 

“I remember the first time you saw me shirtless. You couldn’t keep your hands off me, what’s stopping you now? Do I need to pretend I don’t want it?” He smirks from his spot above her and her face flushes at the memory, it seems like a lifetime ago. “I wanted you then too, you are the prettiest thing I've ever been offered. I’m never letting you go, Ko Mun-yeong. We are meant to be together.” 

Tears prickle in her eyes at his words, she wills them not to fall. He grabs her hands once more, she tries to resist but her trembling hands are no match for his firm grip, slowly he brings her hand to his body, pressing her palms into his skin, letting out a guttural moan at the sensation. 

She tells herself to pull away, push him again, run away, anything but her body ignores her pleas remaining under his spell as he leans forward, pulling the pin securing her hair up out from its hold, purring in satisfaction as her hair falls in loose waves around her face. Tendrils tickle her cheeks as he lovingly pushes her hair back, stroking her head before his fingers tighten and she winces at the unexpected constraint. 

“Let’s be brave together, huh?” With those last words he lunges at her mouth, devouring her fruitless protest, using his grip on her hair to bring her face ever closer as he laps at her mouth, pushing and pushing until he breaks through the seal and tastes her paradise, he moans into her mouth, the vibration tingling on her lips. 

The intensity of each kiss never falters as he delights in his acquisition of her, messing her hair up with a firm hand, tugging at her dress, before palming her breasts through the tight-fitting material. He roughly maneuvers his hands around the full mounds, twisting them as he pants, “This dress, you shouldn’t wear this dress again. It looks uncomfortable and I want to punch everyone who looks at you in it.” 

She can’t stop the moans that slip out at his demand and his nimble hands wrecking his body, She feels him groping at her back, looking for the zipper and knows that he won’t find one, at least not there there is a hidden zipper inside the dress that must be carefully handled as this dress is vintage and one of a kin--

Krrrrrrrrrrrrr

She flounders on the table taken aback by the sound, unaware of what that sound could possibly be until she feels a cool breeze on her back. Her dress. He was ripping her dress. 

He was ripping her one of a kind vintage dress. 

“Are you insane?! What are you doing? Stop ripping my dress, are you an animal?” She shrieks at him, red consuming her face from anger and...arousal. She couldn’t deny it, seeing this side of him was invigorating as it was terrifying. But she would never let him know that, he was already too big for his breeches. 

As coy as he looked teasing her with that fucking ribbon, he innocently gazes down at her before apologetically replying, “My hand slipped, I couldn’t find the zipper. I’ll buy you a new dress, one that didn’t look uncomfortable.” With that quip, he shreds the dress down the center, peeling it like a banana from her sweltering skin. She is unable to subdue the whimper that falls from her lips and a knowing smirks swells on his face, fuck fuck fuck. 

Contemptuously, he flings the ripped material on the floor, leaving her in her underwear and boots, his eyes running obscenely up and down her body, he fingers at the lace that encases her most private areas. Matching red set bright against her skin, his eyes trail down to her boots, darkening before leisurely strolling back up and landing on her face. She is sin personified, tempting him and today he’s ready to repent, she will be his salvation. 

He crawls back onto her body like a wild cat, pouncing, ready to devour its prey. Within seconds, he drags his finger from her moist center to the valley of her breasts, intent clear in his eyes. She stares back, attempting to muster up some strength but she knows the fight is lost, she can no longer resist him. Her body uncoils in acquiesce and that is the only permission he needs before, sliding her bra out of the way and swallowing her hard nipple. His teeth are unforgiving at his gnaws at her like she is truly a meal to be eaten at the table, his hand kneads the breast not in his mouth, she squirms and pants beneath him, pleasure percolating under her skin. 

“Moon Gang-tae!” She moans at a brutal bite at her breast, before his tongue slithers out to sooth the pain. He releases her nipple with an audible pop before meandering to her neck, sucking at the delicate skin, unforgiving in his pursuit, his hands still roughly palming at her heaving chest. Through the rush of blood to her head, she hears him panting out, “You’re going to look even prettier with my marks. Everyone will see them.” 

That doesn’t make her preen, at all. She is unaffected. Completely. 

After sucking at her neck until she feels like her skin might rip just like her dress, he draws away to survey his masterpiece, his broad shoulders even broader with the wave of pride that wafts off him. Making her head spin again he snatches her off the table, pulling her up until she’s sitting as he distracts her with wild kisses. Then she feels his fingers at the clasp of her bra, he struggles momentarily and she fears she’ll be losing a bra today as well, but he figures it out unhooking it and prying it from her body. Pressing into her with his equally naked chest, he presses her back onto the table, bra carelessly discarded. 

His fingers run along the side of her body, teasing her as he continues to lick at her tongue, allowing her no reprieve from his onslaught. Seductively he begins to rub his rigid cock into her, thrusting into her, groaning at the pleasure. His hands latch onto her hips, controlling her movement, forcing her to grind into him as he chases his pleasure. His harsh breaths land on her face as her eyes devour the sight of Moon Gang-tae lost in passion, it’s beautiful. if she were an artist she would draw it and capture it forever. 

Despite her tender inklings, he is not gentle as he draws away from her, grabbing the thin cloth of her panties, burning eyes locked on the flower they are protecting, before peeling them off her skin, she feels a blush form on her cheeks, disbelief that this is happening to her, Moon Gang-tae is seducing her. 

“Beautiful.” He sighs, eagerly lowering his face until he is level with her face, locking eyes with her as they have a silent conversation. 

I love you. 

I want you. 

I will protect you. 

Let me keep you. 

Eyes never leaving hers, he pokes his tongue out licking down her body, swirling around her breasts, meandering down her soft belly, lapping at slight swell of hip before settling at her entrance, hot breaths landing on where she aches the most. She moans in anticipation but when she forces her eyes open- when had she closed them?- she finds his nonplussed face, peacefully staring back at her, as his fingers stroke her sides. 

She looks at him. 

He looks at her. 

She huffs in annoyance. 

He smirks cockily. 

“Beg for it.” 

Her body spasms at his calm request. She defiantly glares at him, “In your dreams.” 

With a dark chuckle he answers, “Already happens there, I want it in reality now.” 

She moves to slide off the table, but then her legs are snatched and he glides them open, his mouth following suit as he places her on display, moist pink lips opened and glistening. With another bout of careless strength, he drags her legs over his shoulder, so his face is directly in her pussy, his every breath landing inside her. She shivers at the sensation, twitching in his hands. Control slipping away. 

He licks his lips like he is preparing for a big meal. Her knuckles are white from her death grip on the table. 

“Beg. For. It. I want to give it to you Mun-yeong, just ask nicely. Be a good girl, huh?”

His words wash over her in sensual waves, be a good girl. She hates it but she wants to be his good girl, to feel his huge hand cup her head as he praises her and makes her feel invincible. Drenched now from his words. 

Swallowing to bring moisture back to her mouth, she uses the last reserve of air in her lungs to obey his command, “Please Gang-tae, please.” 

His eyes light up in excitement as he caresses her naked body, “Such a good girl.” He praises her caressing her downy skin and then he plunges into her, slurping up her juices, the sounds obscene in the bitter quiet of the room. 

Using broad strokes of his tongue, he swipes at her clitoris, slamming her hips back onto the table when she jerks viciously from the pleasure. She whimpers at his manhandling, overwhelmed as he eats her with reckless abandon. She wraps her legs around his face, desperate for his touch and he moans in approval, lapping at her sweetness, hungry for more. 

His tongue is sin itself as it moves inside her, soft and then hard, gentle and then hard. His inconsistency leaves on feeling on edge, each time she edges to the end, he stops and teases her with kitten licks, devious glances informing her that this is intentional. He wants to wreck her and leave her boneless on the table. 

She grabs his head, “Please, please, I need more.” And those words are all it takes, he presses in with all his might, scraping every ounce of pleasure and joy from her body, gently biting at her clitoris until she sees stars, the moon, the entire fucking galaxy. 

When she thinks she’s going to burst from the euphoria, he presses two long fingers into her, as his tongue plays with the swollen bud. His fingers are unforgiving in their plunder, pressing deep into her hole while his tongue moves rapidly against her, the dueling sensations dragging her closer and closer to the edge, before she feels herself falling, spiraling into the abyss. 

She screams her release, “Moon Gang-tae!!” 

He doesn’t stop immediately, riding her body as she convulses on the table, weakly trying to push his head away, wrung out and teetering into too much.  He ignores her pushes until he is good and ready. 

She collapses on the table, body sprawled in all directions as she recovers from her climax, sweat pooling on her skin, her breaths gradually returning to normal. 

When she finally opens her eyes once more, his gaze is devastating, too many emotions swirling in his expressive eyes. 

“Amazing.” 

She blushes in response, his eyes heavy on her skin, her eyes fleeting around unable to remain on his face, sudden shyness overcoming her. 

After a deep breath, she begins to sit up, pressing him away, body weak and lethargic after the intensity of her release, but his dark eyes land on her face and she ceases to move. 

“Where are you going?” 

She tilts her head in confusion, shouldn't it be obvious?

“You think we’re done? That I’m finished with you? That was just the beginning...the appetizer. We’re just getting started.” 

With a devious smile, he promptly grabs her hips and flips her over, then slides off the table to drag her body to the end until her legs are dangling off the table with her ass hoisted in the air. He strokes the soft plumpness of her ass, before grinding his body onto her naked skin. His dress pants are smooth on her skin and the sensation drags a moan from her lips. Then she hears the obvious sounds of him undressing, looking back over her shoulder, she watches as he drags the zipper down, unbuttons the pants and they fall to the ground, with a hard look at her, he steps out of his boxers, leaving him naked and gorgeous. 

His heavy erections hands ominously between his trunk like legs, engorged and angry-red, resembling a missile waiting to explode. She gulps as she observes the way it twitches in his hands, she almost misses the next words he lets out from her fascination with his cock, “Next time I want you on your knees for me but I can’t wait any longer right now. Not being in you is driving me insane.” 

Her breath hitches from his promise, the look on his face lets her know that it is a promise, images of her on her knees with her mouth open flood her mind, his bitter taste on her tongue as she sucks him deep, his hand on her head as he calls her his good girl and surges in her hungry mouth. It is enough to make her faint. 

With a sharp smack on her ass, he drags her from her erotic fantasy, “ You look lost in thought, I don’t want to be jealous of myself so pay attention to me.” 

Roughly grabbing her, he presses into her, sliding between the tight seal of her thighs, brushing against her pussy but drawing back before he can enter her, he teases her continually until her head starts to swim, she will die if he doesn’t fuck her soon. She tries to press back but his iron grip stops her until she finally glares back with questioned filled eyes. He gazes back at her once again, calm as if his dick isn't hard as a rock right now, as if he doesn’t want to just ram into her and fuck her until the table breaks. 

“What are you waiting for?” She bites out, distraught from the lack of sex that is occurring.

He simply raises an eyebrow, waiting. 

Beg for it. 

He is thrusting into her with steady movement, eyes locked on her face as he smears his precum on her thighs, making her feel filthy. She decides she has done enough begging today, those pleas would sound delicious on his lips too. With a fluid motion, she rolls onto the tips of her toes, thankful for her years of ballet, the stretch unnoticeable on her strong legs, arching her back until her ass is high in the air. With his eyes locked on her face in surprise, she brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking them until they are soaked in her saliva. 

She trails them down her own body before she reaches her destination, her wet center, opening her lips and pressing her wet fingers in, body sinuously twisting at the feel of her hands on herself. Gang-tae’s jaw drops from the sensual show, lost in her fingers and their fluctuation. Playing with herself, she rubs against her walls, legs shaking at her own ministrations. He watches her, dazed and amazed, his cock hardening at the erotic sight that he will lock away for those lonely nights. The thin thread of control he had remaining snapping under pressure. 

Her hands are ruthlessly yanked away, “You win. I need you, please.” 

Victory comes in the form of his hot cock piercing through her moist opening, taking up all the space until the pressure is enough to knock her on her stomach, his thrust is measured and unplumbed, taking his sweet time. Until he is fully stuffed inside her, she whines at the slight discomfort, breath racing now. For a few seconds, there is nothing but quiet and stillness. 

Then he is moving, and it feels like being in the eye of a storm. Tumultuous, destructive and beautifully catastrophic. He plunges into her, hips smacking against her ass, her body slamming into the table with every brutal thrust. Her fingers scratch across the sheets covering the table, her moans are deafening to her own ears but Gang-tae can be heard loud and clear regardless, “I will never leave you, we were meant to be. Look how perfectly we fit!”

Her head is dizzy as he places a hand on her back, molding her into the table as he rides her hard, cock dragging on her sensitive walls, unrelenting crashes into her hot tight body. 

His hands slide into her hair as he pulls at the strands, tears collect her in eyes from the pain but she presses into his harsh touch, eager and wanting. He yanks her hair as he rams into her body, over and over and over again. Deeper in her body than anything has ever been, drool spills from her mouth pooling and soaking into the fabric. 

As her body coils in pleasure, she feels his fingers at her core, searching until they find her overly sensitive bud, with a flick of his wrist she is falling again, thunderous crash, caught between his brutal grip on her hair, his crushing press on her clit and his vicious piston into her overstimulated body. 

“Moon Gang-tae! Moon Gang-tae!”

Her second climax is as gratifying as the first, if not more. Her toes curl as her walls milk him, tightening around his cock until she feels the gush of him releasing into her,searing thick streams filling her up. He grunts out her name in response, “Ko Mun-yeong.” Before collapsing onto her back, their sweat laden bodies sticking together. 

Slowly, their breaths synchronize and then she watches his beautiful arms tense as he uses them to propel himself off her.  He doesn’t go far before taking her hips in a gentle hold and turning her over, his eyes glossy with over-bounding emotions, the biggest one love. 

It is clear as day on his face. He loves her. 

He wraps her in his arms, lifting her once again before turning to the stairs and carrying her in his bride’s hold. She feels delicate and precious in his arms. 

“I love you Ko Mun-yeong.”

She sighs, damn him. She was finally trying to be a good person, but if he wants her to be selfish, she can do that. She will selfishly hold on to him forever. 

“I tried to do the right thing, remember that okay? I tried to let you go.”

He smiles at her, the smile is identical to the picture Sang-tae drew that she has hidden in a drawer in her room, eyes crinkled and joy emitting from his very pores. She is helpless at the sight of it and with a defeated sigh she replies, “I love you too......You idiot.” 

His chuckle rocks her body as he carries her up the stairs, before she freezes in fear, “Wait where is Oppa? He’s not here right.” She hastily looks around. 

“Don’t worry he’s not here. I told him we needed time to make up, he said it was fine because a kiss is better than a fight. We kissed a lot so he’ll be happy.” He dodges her hand as she goes to smack his head. 

She really is stuck with this guy forever. 

Maybe they are destiny after all. 

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Devotional Hours Within the Bible

by J.R. Miller

The Kingdom Divided

The golden age of Israel closed with the death of Solomon. His empire was great, extending over wide limits. His revenues were very large. Everything in his kingdom was on a grand scale. He "made silver and gold to be as stones in Jerusalem." The palaces and public buildings were magnificent in their splendor. Yet the seed of decay was in the heart of it all. The rabbis say that while Solomon walked about in splendor - a worm was eating at the heart of his empire. This is another way of saying that the elements of corruption were in Solomon's kingdom. There were reasons. His heart had been drawn away from God by his heathen wives. At the same time the magnificence of his kingdom and the extravagance of his reign made it necessary to extort oppressive taxes from the people. Many of them also were drafted for forced labor. No wonder that they grew restive under these hard conditions. When Solomon died they were ready for the outbreak which followed. If Rehoboam had been wise, there might not have been an immediate rending of the kingdom from him - but in his folly - he drove the people to the extreme of rebellion.

Solomon largely outlived his fame. His reign became excessively burdensome to the people by reason of the heavy taxes they had to pay. His character also lost much of its charm through his departure from God. His aims were not lofty - as they were at the beginning. He was called in his earlier years, the wisest of men - but his later life was characterized by folly. His kingdom was no longer as secure and strong as it was, when he received it. Indeed, it was ready for disruption, and Solomon himself was responsible for its corrupt condition. It was a pathetic ending of his record that, notwithstanding the glory of his reign and the great things he had done - no word of commendation of him is given. All that is said of the close of his life is that he "slept with his fathers, and was buried in the city of David his father; and Rehoboam his son reigned in his stead."

Solomon did not leave behind him when he died - a sweet, fragrant memory in the hearts of his people. "When he was gone, the people came to Rehoboam, asking him to lighten their oppressive loads. Rehoboam promised them an answer in three days, and then sought advice.

First he sent for the older men, and they advised him to grant the request. Experience had made them gentle. "Show yourself their friend," they said. "Listen to their grievances. Take a kindly interest in them. Think of their good. Speak to them affectionately. Give them the relief they seek, and serve them in any way you can. If you do these things - you will win their love, and they will prove your faithful subjects."

This was good advice - but Rehoboam was not satisfied with it. The aged men were too slow for him. He turned to the young men of his own age, hot-headed fellows like himself, and sought advice of them.

When the people came to the king for his answer, Rehoboam, following the advice of the younger men, and replied to them roughly. His answer, indeed, was insolent and brutal. Such words as he spoke would have kindled the flame of rebellion, even if there had been no tinder dry and ready for the spark.

Rehoboam has many followers. We should learn the folly and wickedness of sharp, rude, and bitter words. Anyone sees how unworthy of a king, Rehoboam's speech was - but such words are unworthy of anyone's lips. They were insolent, contemptuous, haughty, unmanly, and cruel. We are all too apt, under provocation, to give rein to intemperate speech.

Destinies have been wrecked by following foolish counsel. Every young person needs a wise older friend to whom he may go with his life's serious questions. Happy is the young man or young woman who has such a counselor, and who will then accept the wisdom which comes of experience. But Rehoboam rejected the wise counsel of the aged men. He answered the people roughly: "My father was harsh on you, but I'll be even harsher! My father used whips on you, but I'll use scorpions!"

The consequence of Rehoboam's harsh words was the wrecking of his kingdom. The people turned away, saying, "What portion have we in David?" It took but a minute to give the reply which Rehoboam gave - but the harm done by it never could be undone! Burke said, "Rage and frenzy will pull down more in half an hour - than prudent deliberation and foresight can build up in a hundred years." We need not go far, nor seek long - to find other illustrations. Many people lose noble, helpful friends, lose them beyond regaining, by the petulant, ill-tempered words of a minute. Many lives with splendid possibilities become utter failures through uncontrolled tongues. When will men and women learn to put bridles in their mouths?

The matter of seeking advice is always a serious one. Some people too readily turn to others to ask them what they should do. We ought to learn to think for ourselves. Each man must bear his own burden. We never can get clear of the responsibility of choosing for ourselves. However, there are times when we may turn to others for advice. The young and inexperienced especially may receive valuable help from those who are older and more experienced. But in seeking advice we should make sure of the people to whom we turn. Bad advice has wrecked many a life.

Rehoboam had good advice from the older men - but rejected it. There are many who follow him in this regard - they receive good counsel from friends, from parents, from teachers, from godly men, from those who are wiser than themselves, and then ignore it. There are many who, like Rehoboam, reject the good advice - and take the bad. There was One Rehoboam seems to have missed altogether in seeking advice - he did not go to God for counsel. We should always ask God what He would have us do; He never advises unwisely. No life was ever wrecked by taking His counsel.

One lesson we get from Rehoboam's undisciplined course - is that those who would rule over others, must have achieved both self-control and patience in themselves. Rehoboam had achieved neither. He thought only of his own personal gain - the last element that should influence one in dealing with others. He lacked altogether that spirit of meekness, which Jesus said shall inherit the earth. We should keep SELF out of our work for God, out of all our work of love. Whenever SELF comes in - it mars everything. We should think only of our duty, not of the way our act may affect us. If Rehoboam had asked, "What course will be the best for the country and for the good of the kingdom?" he would not have acted so foolishly. He would have shown patience and kindliness, and would have lightened the heavy burdens under which the people were bending.

Those who rule over others, should love them and be ready to serve them. Rehoboam is an example of those who try to govern others by tyranny. If he had really loved the people and had been disposed to serve them, sympathizing with them in their burden-bearing and showing them kindness, they would have continued loyal to him. "Through love, be servants one to another" is the New Testament law.

We all need to guard ourselves at these points. We are apt to be unloving and harsh in our dealings with others, especially when our dignity seems to be hurt. Even parents need to keep a careful guard upon themselves in this matter, lest their consciousness of having authority should make them unjust to their children. Paul exhorts fathers not to provoke their children to anger, lest they be discouraged. Teachers have like temptation in enforcing authority. So have all who are placed over others.

It often happens that a man who has been very kind and brotherly as a fellow-workman, or as an equal among men, becomes tyrannical and intolerant when in a position of authority. We should remember that all power is of God, and we represent Him in whatever place of authority we occupy. We should rule, therefore, in God's name - as He would rule if He were in our place. In all our dealings with those over whom we are placed in the Providence of God - we should be gentle, sincere, loving - that we may look into God's face without shame.

Life has its turning points for all of us. This was the turning point in Rehoboam's career. He had before him the possibilities of a prosperous and successful reign. All hinged, however, on one word. Should he say yes - or no? If he had said yes, he would have won the people to himself and his kingdom would have been established. He said no, however, and he drove the people to anger and rebellion. Men are continually coming to turning points when all their future depends upon a single decision. Two paths lie before them. One leads to beauty, honor, blessing; the other leads to dishonor and sorrow. The decision of the moment, settles for us in which of these two paths we will walk. Many a man or woman by a careless word - throws away the hope of infinite blessing and good.

It is interesting to notice that while the kingdom of David had failed of its best through man's fault and sin, it was not altogether cast off. The vessel had not come out what the potter first intended it to be - it had been marred on the wheel - but he made it again, another vessel, not so fine as the first would have been - but still a good vessel. The kingdom had a second chance. From the seed of David came at length the Messiah. There is encouragement in this for all those who miss their first and best chance. They may try again, and their life may yet realize much honor and beauty. When we think of it, most of the worthy lives of godly men in the Bible - were second chances. They failed, and then God let them try again. David himself, and Jonah, and Peter, and Paul are illustrations.

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She-ra Season 5 Thoughts and Review

I believe that she-ra stuck the landing with its final season. I did have a few issues, but overall I really loved it. I remember when the first season initially released I watched it because I had just finished watching trollhunters and had just started voltron and was excited to see what dreamworks had in store next. The first season contained one of my favorite animated episodes of that year with “Promise”. I was struck by how good the character writing was for Catra, Adora, and their dynamic. That wasn’t the only surprise I experienced when it came to the character writing, Angella and Glimmer’s relationship also had more depth than I was expecting. It became one of my most anticipated animated shows right after that season and I’ve been on board ever since and I don’t regret the ride one bit. So of course I woke up at 2 am my time despite having to work in the morning to watch the entire 5th season of she-ra. Here are my thoughts and there are a lot.

I know the season is new so I’m putting my thoughts below the cut because there are spoilers. 

I want to start with what I loved most about the season. Catra’s redemption. This arc was easily my favorite part of the season, maybe even the whole series. This is what I’ve been waiting for since the series started and I wasn’t disappointed. Catra has been, in my opinion, the show's best and most consistently great character. She’s incredibly complex and trying to write about everything that makes her well written in a single paragraph would not do it justice. (That’s the subject of a meta that would need to split up season by season) I liked that we finally got to see Catra admit out loud what she must have been thinking for awhile. That she’s sorry and that she doesn’t want to be evil and have the bad actions define the rest of her life. This has felt like a long time coming. There have been multiple episodes dedicated to making it clear that her goal to conquer Etheria is superficial and not what she truly wants or needs. Catra has tried to gain power so that she can’t be hurt by people again. Physically by people like shadow weaver and emotionally, however unintentionally, by people like Adora. So when she finally acknowledged that she has been lying to herself the whole time and that she really does care about Adora I was relieved. She could finally start taking the steps to get the love and happiness that she has so desperately wanted this entire time and she does get it through Adora, Glimmer, and Bow. She finally starts expressing her emotions in a healthy manner. Through her arc we see that redemption isn’t just one big decision, but many decisions that have to be made every day. It is made clear that bettering herself is hard, that she has to work on it and she has the resolve to do just that. I really liked that they had her struggle to continuously work towards self betterment like when she initially pushes Adora away after “Save the Cat” and her attempt to leave after Adora accepts the failsafe, but in the end she does make the hard choice to own up to her shortcomings and face the things she fears. If she hadn’t had any obstacles after doing “that one good thing with [her] life” I would have had problems with her arc, but it was handled very well and realistically. I really liked Catra’s redemption arc and thought that it all came full circle in the end.

I really like the interactions between Glimmer and Catra early in the season. Their bonding over their shared connection to Adora was sweet. I liked how they integrated Glimmer as the good influence in Catra’s redemption arc. The good influence is a staple of the villain to hero arc typically. This one was interesting because this was after Catra’s wake up call from double trouble and because Glimmer herself is in need of a redemption of sorts after last season. They both are a “good” influence on each other. Catra has deep seeded doubts about her path in life, but she’s also scared to leave her path. It’s because she saw herself in glimmer last season that she starts to let Glimmer influence her. Glimmer made a huge mistake and pushed her friends away for the same/similar reasons as to why Catra does and it led to her making a rash decision that almost destroyed Etheria. Catra’s decision to open the portal and Glimmer’s decision to activate the heart of Etheria are directly paralleled with the key difference being how they dealt with realizing they made a terrible mistake. Glimmer acknowledged she made a mistake and struggled, despite the futility, to fix it whereas Catra drove herself deeper into denial. Catra got to see Glimmer strive to fix her mistake and regret over how she treated Adora and Bow and can no longer deny her own faults and care for Adora. Glimmer, through Catra’s sacrifice, realizes that she was wrong about pure goods and pure evils. That there is a shot at redemption even for people like Catra. That doesn’t necessarily mean forgiveness but working/trying to be a better person or doing the “one good thing in [their] life”. Both changed the other and I loved the new dynamic.

(On a semi side note I loved the interactions of the new best friends squad)

Catra and Adora’s relationship has been the heart of the show since season 1. Be it romantic or platonic or enemies they have always been driving each other’s character arcs. I don’t really ship but I am a fan of how their relationship intertwined with their character arcs. The way it played into Catra’s descent and redemption as well as Adora’s struggles was fantastic. Catra realizing that she really does care about Adora and regrets her actions played perfectly into how she was able to bring Adora’s arc to completion and get Adora to think of a future and what she wants instead of resigning herself to dying for others. And it was Adora never giving up on Catra that made it so that Catra can start moving forward from her abuse and fear of abandonment. The final decision where Catra tells Adora she won’t leave no matter what happens and Adora accepts her decision is what completed both characters' arcs.

The perfect summation of their relationship is their arc words and how they evolve. Their main arc word is “promise”. This has been echoed season after season with none of the previous ones being entirely kept. This season is different. The promises that Adora and Catra make are kept until the end. Their other arc words evolve from “come with me” to “stay with me” in this season. On the surface level they seem to have similar meanings but in the context of Adora and Catra’s relationship they have completely different meanings. “Come with me” is reminiscent of someone leaving, like Adora does in the beginning, because they aren’t happy with where they are and they have to move forward and they want someone to follow. This is what triggers the fractures in their relationship. Adora leaves and chooses something else over staying with Catra which is Catra’s biggest fear and causes her resentment towards Adora for breaking the promise to always be together. Catra isn’t at the point where she can follow Adora. She is too hurt emotionally and right then unable to move past her abuse. With the words changing to “stay with me” this season it’s about keeping someone from leaving rather than having someone leave with you. Catra has finally gotten to a point where she has finally come with Adora. She has opened up to others and started to move forward in spite of the abuse inflicted on her. She is “with” Adora. They are in the same place and Adora wants to sacrifice it and leave because she feels she has to, not because she wants to. So when Catra says “stay with me” she means don’t give up, don’t give in to the destiny thrown at you, keep fighting to the end with me. So the arc words come full circle as well. Catra’s greatest fear is being left so until that point she left people first and now she is holding on and fighting for the connections. It’s a great bookend to her arc. And Adora accepting Catra’s decision to stay marks the completion of her arc as well. Adora finally lets someone help her through to the end. Both these characters have come so far and I’m just happy that they got happy endings.

I really liked how they sort of inverted the typical heroic character arc with Adora this season. In a traditional hero arc the hero starts out selfish and then becomes selfless. Adora however has been selfless since the beginning. To the point of it being her fatal flaw. Adora has always sacrificed her happiness and well being for others and in this season she learns the limits to this self harming sort of selflessness. She’s always believed that to have worth she had to help others and solve all their problems even at cost to herself. This season she learns that it isn’t selfish to want a future, to not want to die saving everyone and how that can be a strength. That if you have something you want to live for it will help you power through in times where Hope seems lost.  “You’re worth more than what you can give to other people” It was a touching message that I was happy was given so much emphasis.

Adora’s arc is so well done. I really love how deep of a dive they decided to take into her character and trauma. Up until this season everyone seemed able to brush aside how deeply Adora’s abuse effected her and how her experiences in the show have just reinforced the toxic thought process that she is the most disposable person in every room and that she needs to be needed or no one will want her around. And how easily these traits can be misconstrued as heroic or overbearing by those around her rather than the mental scars that they are. I loved how it was all displayed and confronted. It was a very emotional journey and I wasn’t really expecting it when I went into the season, but I was really happy to be surprised by it. Mental abuse is frequently thought of as lesser and not as damaging, but this show took the time to show how horrible and pervasive the effects of mental abuse can be. Adora is a good person that has been hurt and screwed over by shadow weaver and led to believe that her life is meaningless unless given in service to a greater cause. This is a damaging mindset and one that is romanticized frequently in media, so I was really glad that it got addressed this season and that they came to such a satisfying conclusion. It’s okay to want to live, it’s okay to want a future, it’s okay to want to be happy, and that it’s these desires that give Adora the strength to power through and save everyone in the end.

Now onto the things I didn’t really like. There aren’t many. For one I felt like there was a bit more mood whiplash in this season than the last two. It didn’t bother me that often, but I thought it was strange how soon after the emotionally charged episodes of “save the cat” and “taking control” there was a mostly comedic one with “perils or peekablue” which pulled me out of the events of that episode until the end where Scorpio sacrificed herself. And how right after “Corridors”, another highly emotional episode, there was “stranded” which while not at all a bad episode didn’t have even close to the emotional weight of the previous one and was significantly more lighthearted. I just wish the tone was balanced a bit better in the comedic episodes.

Horde prime, while intimidating, wasn’t as compelling a villain to me as Catra, Shadow weaver, or Hordak. I will be rewatching the season so my opinion may change. During my first watch through I was mainly focusing on Adora, Catra, and Glimmer, so this time I’ll try and take in everything else.

 I want to make it clear that I don’t think shadow weaver was redeemed in her final act. Even then she put emphasis on the importance of destroying the heart to free the magic rather than on Catra and Adora’s survival. I’m not entirely sure what they were going for with her sacrifice, but I was at the very least glad that both Catra and Adora stood up to shadow weaver in this season in ways they had failed to do previously. Catra made it clear that she didn’t care about shadow weaver and her opinion and that it was Adora she cared about and Adora made it clear that Catra wasn’t a distraction or any of the things shadow weaver says about her. I’m not really a fan of her saying she was proud of Catra in the end because it felt really hollow. Shadow weaver wasn’t a good person at all and both Catra and Adora deserved much better than her.

I was overall a big fan of this season. I found it to be a much better ending than many of the cartoons I’ve seen recently and I will definitely rewatch it in the future. I really like the character writing present in she-ra. Catra, Adora, and Glimmer are some of the best written characters in recent memory. 

Addendum: I loved She-ra’s redesign! The animation and music in this season were superb. I just want to thank Noelle and everyone who worked on this show for all the hard work and love they put into this work.

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Little Flower

A beautiful love that strives to be more than what the eye sees.

About: Seonghwa has the power of the earth. The forestation that makes the world gently flows through his hand and weaves at his call. He takes upon himself a love and shares the power. Until one day he fears that the power and life he gives her is unfair to his love, and so he lets her go.

---Little Flower---

"Don't cry my darling," he whispered, carefully cupping her delicate cheek with his palm, wiping away the solid streams of tears that fell. He watched her expression with furrowed eyebrows, as if he couldn't read her emotions entirely well.

The young girl looked at him with wide eyes. She was informed news that had hurt her heart, giving off extreme pain. One that would only hurt temporarily, however, as she would not be able to remember this moment or anything related to him again.

She reached and desperately grabbed at his cold hand. "Why? Why must I leave like this?" Thin, bright green vines were wrapped around her arms with small tiny flowers blooming in every other spot. Those vines were what tangled both her memory and her thoughts, keeping her from the real world he selfishly captured her from.

He let her go, watching as her entangled arms dropped to her side. "My little flower," he calls upon the dearest name he tended to use when he was upset. "I have been selfish for too long. It is time to give you back to those who loved you before I. Then, if you remember, you can choose to come back to me."

He had said those words, both of them knowing she would not be able to remember him after this moment. It was only to comfort the poor helpless soul he hid away. Yet his words didn't soothe her at all.

Without another word, he lifted his hand above her, a green glow surrounding her. It wilted away the green life connected to her, freeing both her body and mind from anything to for with him. A lasting tear dropped down to the plants, engraving such memory in his brain instead. Her eyes fluttered closed as the energy flowing to her was ceased, falling into his arms as she left consciousness.

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It was in her blood. The tingly feeling she got when she planted the last flower in the garden was due to her passion. She believed that nature was buried deep in her heart and being with it was in her blood, almost like it was destiny for her to be connected to it.

Eunyeong proudly patted on the soil that protected the seeds of her soon-to-be blooming flower. She then reached for her water pail, pouring gently over the mound to water the plant. She smiled brightly, leaning back to admire the work before her. Rows upon rows of plants filled the garden over time, her days spent in the room was finally paying off.

Eunyeong stood to her feet, dusting off her hands on her work apron before gathering her tools and heading towards the white table. She placed down the tools, taking a last glance at the inside garden before heading for the exit, prepared to leave for the day and return the next.

The young girl was startled at the sound of the sturdy tree beside the garden crackling. It often did that when the temperature outside would cool off, but she was surprised since it was mid summer. She turned to it immediately out of concern, wondering if the tree was getting old and weak already. It crackled again when she neared, except this time much louder.

Startled, Eungyeong paused her movements. The tree had never been so loud before. She waited a few moments, wondering if she would hear it again, but was left to reluctantly leave after it went silent. She gave it a once-over before promptly turning on her heels and leaving for her home.

"I'm home!" The girl calls out, kicking off her shoes at the front door and peering into her lit home.

Her mother, bright and cheerful welcomed her from the kitchen. "Hello dear! How did it go at the garden?"

Eunyeong peered around the corner to see her mother eating a small sandwich at the island counter. "It was alright," she says with a shrug. She reaches into the fridge for a drink. "You know that tree beside the garden?"

Her mom nods. "The only tree near by it? Especially as old as it is?"

"That's the one." She sits on a bar stool by her mother, leaning over the counter and turning to her. "It was cracking loudly again. I'm worried its not just some birds in it this time, it might be breaking."

Her mother frowns. "Breaking? From what? No one even remotely heads towards that direction."

Eunyeong seems in thought and shrugs again. "Possibly the heat could be weakening it. As you know, not everything can be strong for very long. It's bound to start collapsing with its current condition, I just hope not on my garden."

The response received an eye roll. "That's your own fault for choosing to build it by a tall tree. You, someone who works with plants for a living should have thought that one through better."

She laughed before getting up, kissing her mother on the cheek and leaving towards her bathroom for a relaxing shower. A day at her warm work and hobby place caused her to build up a sweat. Eunyeong's favorite thing to do was sometimes a hassle.

The rest of the time her mind was full of worries about the tree. It would cause a lot of damage if it had fallen over on the garden center she spent forever on making it to it's current point. She didn't know how well she would be able to take it if she lost the precious thing she held so close to her heart.

Minding her concerns, she waited until her mother had gone to her own room before she crept downstairs. Eunyeong was careful of the squeaking wood floors, stepping where she knew was safe towards the kitchen for the door. She slipped on her shoes and a thin coat before leaving.

Although she wasn't willing to be caught outside so late, she would rather confirm there was no problem with the tree instead of speculating it. If she needed someone to take it down, she believed it was better to find it sooner than it falling and causing damage. As selfish as it seemed, it was the wisest choice she had.

The young girl used her phone light to guide her back to her garden not too far from home. She crept through warily as the last time she went out so late was when she was younger, unaware of the things that could jump out at her back then. Now, she was fully aware that something could happen if she was careful enough.

She let out a sigh of relief at the sight of her perfectly intact garden house. The tree didn't happen to fall down in the few hours she had left, much different from her worst images in her mind. Eunyeong had to laugh at her childish demeanor, flustered she was so caught up in her thoughts she had to leave late at night.

Eunyeong went directly to the tree and stroke the trunk. Her heart would hurt immensely, with no explanation she could give, if it was to ever come to the point she would have to cut it down. The thought of being the reason made her more upset upon seeing the tree again.

"Pretty thing," she mumbles, heart clenching like it always had when she encountered dying plants. The once strong and sturdy tree may have been weakening more than she had originally believed.

A noise in the distance caused Eunyeong to quickly turn away, heading straight back for her home after confirming her heart was still in place. She meekly waved to the plant as if it was a person, saying goodbye until the next day she would see it again. As she turned while walking, she noticed a small light blooming in the center of the tree.

At first she smiled, thinking it to be a light bug visiting the tree in her place. But, as it appeared to become larger, she was frozen in her place, feet rooted to the ground. The light was noticeable as it grew double the size each time she blinked. It became so blinding, she had no choice but to shield her eyes.

She squinted, heart hammering against her chest as she slowly peered under her arm to the light. It flashed suddenly before completely going out, a loud and solid sound echoing in the dark. Eunyeong yelped, falling to the ground and dropping her phone. The whole place had become pitch black, not a single sound heard.

The young girl fumbled in the grass for her light, the anxious feeling growing within her stomach. Her hand captured the phone and she immediately picked it up, shining the light back on the tree in disbelief. A giant hole had replaced the blue glow it had earlier, causing her to gasp in fear.

Bustling could faintly be seen below the tree. Eunyeong dropped her light onto the ground to find the outline of a person. A tall, dark male fidgeting on the sizzling grass beside him, attempting to lift himself off the ground.

Startled by his presence, Eunyeong let out a short and curt scream, announcing her place by accident in the process. The man's head snapped up, squinting into her flashlight. She caught sight of the green stripe, across his cheek that curled down to his neck and collarbone, and refrained from screaming again.

Seonghwa pushed on his arms again, causing Eunyeong to quickly squirm backwards on the ground as her legs were too numb for her to stand. He immediately leaned back to see the girl before him.

Eunyeong...

She noticed his eyes widen at the sight of her. He backed up into the tree, almost mimicking her actions. She froze, watching Seonghwa carefully with fear and curiosity residing in her green eyes. Her heart beat could be heard miles from their position as her mind raced.

But suddenly, tears fell from her eyes.

She hadn't noticed immediately, but a breath later she felt a running drop trace over her lips and soak in. Shakily, she touched her lips, all the while never looking away from the man.

He notices the tears, biting the inside of his cheek in desperation. "Please," he quietly calls to her. "My little flower, don't cry."

Her heart clenched tightly, restricting her breathing as the tears began to fall. Seonghwa watches from the distance, only wanting to be beside her to stop her pain. But this his fault, as she didn't remember him because he made it so.

Eunyeong started to back away again, but much quicker. She almost regained strength in her legs when Seonghwa suddenly shot out his hand for her, vines suddenly surrounding her and enlacing her legs. Eunyeong yelped again as the garden center door shot open, the Boston Ivy plant she had personally grown came hurling towards her and encapturing her hand, forcing the light to shine directly on Seonghwa.

She was once again frozen in her place, unmoving due to her own plants.

Seonghwa let out a heavy breath at the sight of her scared, bright green eyes dimly lit by the moon. He hadn't thought that she would be there, late at night and looking at the tree when he decided to visit again. She had never done it before, not since her memory had been erased.

He cleared his throat. "I want you to understand I'm not a threat, little one. I'm not going to harm you."

She bent her head to the vines before looking back to him in obvious question. "Who are you?"

Seonghwa pushed back his white hair, changing her attention from his face to the vines wrapped around his arm as well. She noticed the vines crept inside his black outfit secretly, almost like they were a part of him. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you?"

He looked to her. "I'm someone. Not one of importance." He glanced to ground briefly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to meet you like this."

Eunyeong felt familiarity with his soft voice. Her heart was seemingly tighter the more he spoke, yet the tears had finally stopped. She still struggled to breathe properly.

"How did you...?" Her eyes flickered to the tree then back. Holding her tongue, she instead asked: "What do you want?"

He flinched at the tone of her words. His dark eyes seemingly got darker under her light. "I don't want anything from you." Then, pausing after a thought, he mumbles, "maybe I should take this memory away too."

Seonghwa's heart ached at the thought of his love forgetting him again. It had been his fault, truthfully, that he was put in such agonizing position. He had selfishly wisked her away from her home, family, life and wished for only her to love him.

It was ridiculous of him to believe she would never feel lonesome without her mother. Without her friends. When he had begun to realize his actions, it hurt him to the point his skin burned from the hate for himself. Eunyeong deserved more, he told himself, deciding it was best for him to let her go.

He wasn't normal. With the power to control nature and much more, he captured the woman he claimed to love. The plants surrounding her encased her into a world that hurt her. In the trust of her love, he killed those plants and erased the memory of him to set her free.

If only he managed to control the urge to secretly visit her...

Eunyeong's eyes suddenly glowed with a small hint of recognition. A flash of him lovingly holding her cheek had her shuddering under the loose vines. It made her swallow hard.

"Do I know you?" She questions suddenly, her head pounding relentlessly.

Seonghwa's head snapped towards her again, surprised by her words. She flinched at the quick moments, but he hadn't noticed. "What?"

She shook her head. "How would I..?" She mumbles.

Seonghwa.

The name whispered in the wind, causing her to repeat it. He heard it, heart fluttering at the sound of her calling his name again. This made him lean forward, practically begging to hear it again.

"Seonghwa?" She repeats, much louder and confident upon seeing his reaction. Her body jolts at the name, another memory flash entering her mind.

Seonghwa watched, realizing then that she was fighting the spell. She was breaking it, even under his strength he forced himself to give off. "Flower?" He cautiously says.

The memory caused her head to pound. She whimpered quietly, leaning her head forward towards the ground, wanting to hold it. "Who are you?!" She screams out suddenly, the tears starting to stream down again.

His hand reaches out to her. The plants weaken more so, eventually crawling back and releasing her. "Please, don't try to remember. You'll hurt yourself!"

Eunyeong screamed from the pain as his voice called out to her again. "What are you doing to me?"

"Im not-" he stops himself, clenching his chest as his heart squeezed tightly, similar to hers.

She held her head. One by one, images of him smiling brightly at her or them tenderly caring for plants crossed her mind. They all had so much intense emotion, her body shook violently.

"Eunyeong!" He cries out. Unintentionally, he called upon the awakening of the power he had once given and taken from her. The ivy he called off sprouted up around her as the ground shook. Several large trees shot up from underneath, tearing the ground and forming a wall around her. The ivy curled around the trees as they went high into the sky.

Seonghwa blinked in shock. His big doe eyes were possibly the largest he had ever had as he looked to the top of the trees from down below. On the top bloomed a large, glowing pretty pink flower bud.

He stood to his feet, allowing his powers to take him to the top of the tree and watch as the bud slowly began to reveal Eunyeong. Her eyes were closed, dark green lines similar to his own engraved on her delicate skin. He breathed heavily.

She fluttered open her eyes. They made contact with his, causing his heart to stop. "Seonghwa," she says carefully. Her hand raises slowly, calling upon half of his power he gave to her that allowed the ivy to listen to her. She pointed to him. "Jerk!"

He was startled as the ivy circled him tightly, holding him still as Eunyeong stood to her feet. "You took away my memory! You didnt even give me a chance to decide myself!"

Seonghwa blinked at her.

Eunyeong crossed her arms and stood. "How cruel of you to leave me alone for so long." Her hand went to head as the pain from earlier was still fresh.

"Flower..."

She glared at her lover. "Don't pull that with me. You are in deep, deep trouble mister. Wait until I tell Hongjoong."

His eyes nearly popped from his head. "Eunyeong, wait-"

She frowned. "I missed you, and I couldn't even explain why. I was hurting so much anytime I saw something that reminded me of you, but i couldn't just ignore it." She pauses to glance at the trees. "I missed my babies..."

Seonghwa laughs for the first time in awhile. "I'm sorry, my little flower."

She smiled brightly. "You better be. You now have to spend eternity making it up to me."

"So you remember? Me? Us?"

Eunyeong puts a hand to her heart, allowing a flower to bloom there. "I would eventually remember you in the end. Always."

[zdbztumble]

“Reverse/Rebirth” revisited

I’ve mentioned a few times now that, in this look back at the Kingdom Hearts series, I’ve finally come to like Riku as a character. That’s in part due to seeing everything in context again several years after my last play-through, but another thing that helped put things into perspective was a LP by YouTube’s Frustrated Jacob. He worded Riku’s story in a way I could finally grasp: that Riku sees himself, and is treated, as mature and trustworthy, but ultimately proves himself to be selfish, insecure, and childish, while Sora is a more childlike underdog who ultimately proves to be mature, responsible, and heroic. Riku does, of course, redeem himself after realizing to what end he’s being used for, and with the context straight in my head, I could finally appreciate that story on an emotional level, instead of conceding its technical merits but remaining cold to Riku himself.

Given all that, I was curious to see if my opinion on Reverse/Rebirth would change after playing though it again. As it turns out, it did change - for the worse.

My issues with the gameplay remain. I just couldn’t enjoy the card-based battle system without having the option to customize. Besides taking a lot of the fun away, it made troubleshooting against challenging bosses (which, I’ll admit, there aren’t many) more hassle than it needed to be. Riku’s lack of magic or summon abilities is another thing that just makes for a less fun game. The limited number of sleights available in Dark Mode gave some little bit of variety, but I so rarely needed to use Dark Mode that it wasn’t worth dragging out battles to build up the meter.

Riku does pack a lot of power in his attacks - that was the reason I hardly ever needed Dark Mode. This makes much of the game a cakewalk, even compared to the later stages of CoM proper, but the difficulty spike in the boss battles with Zexion and Ansem are ridiculous. The decks you get against them are pathetic, and their abilities are overwhelming. Having a real challenge was a nice change of pace at first, but the disparity is too great.

And I still can’t get over the way this game’s “worlds” are structured. My memory of this game was that Riku got all the same world cards as Sora, in reverse order (except for the last three floors), which would at least make some sense, tying into the “reverse” of the title. But they aren’t strictly in reverse order; some of the Disney worlds aren’t even in the same set. And Riku wasn’t in most of those worlds. There shouldn’t be any memory cards of those places for him. The game does acknowledge this, in a sense, by leaving out any Disney characters from these worlds. But that’s another problem with R/R: nothing happens for most of it. If the Disney worlds in CoM didn’t tie in to the larger story except in a thematic sense, they at least had self-contained plots that gave you something to follow. Riku just wanders through rooms here, to no aim.

Like with CoM, there was a missed opportunity to give the Disney worlds more connection to the plot. Riku was in Monstro, Neverland, and Hollow Bastion, after all, and spent most of KH I in Maleficent’s thrall. Having him deal with the memories of that - of his actions, of his alliance with a confederation of Disney villains - would have provided story material and illustrated his dilemma more effectively than cutscene after cutscene with blather about the darkness (and yes, I know this series is notorious for this - but even by KH standards, the word “darkness” is abused to all hell in this game. I’m not sure how they could have avoided that, given what Riku’s story is here, but it was still excessive). At the very least, Maleficent should have been a recurring character in Riku’s memories. Wasting her as the start-up boss is still an unfathomable decision to me.

Really, the lack of content is enough to make one wonder if this story warranted its own title. To call it the “B side” to Sora’s story in CoM suggests more than it can provide. If it had been cut down to just those three Disney worlds Riku actually visited, with more story content for them and cleaner writing for the larger story, the ten hours the game took (compared to just under 40 for CoM proper) might have felt worth it, instead of rushed and empty. But at that length, I would’ve just presented it as a bonus mini-game to be unlocked after a certain level of completion, not as a B-story you get to play no matter what.

As with CoM, I have to take issue with the villains here. I’m convinced now that his battle in this game is the only reason anyone remembered Zexion well enough to justify giving him a backstory, because there’s nothing else to his character, or to Lexeaus. I may not have liked the villains of CoM, but I can concede that Axel, Vexen, and Larxene are memorable (and no, I didn’t forget Marluxia - he’s off the memorable list for a reason XP). These two are devoid of even one major identifiable personality trait (and I would note that Zexion’s backstory hasn’t solved this problem). I suppose Zexion staging an elaborate illusion of Sora to torment Riku rather than killing him outright might qualify as sadism - if it were played as such, and if Larxene hadn’t claimed that territory, so that whole sequence doesn’t have a lot of foundation. Though I will concede that, prior to the realizing it made no sense, I found the impersonation of Sora an effective story beat that fed well into Riku’s fears.

Of course, the ultimate antagonist in R/R isn’t anyone from the Organization, but the darkness still within Riku, and the trace that “Ansem” left on him. Whether this Ansem is meant to be the real deal, or some residual trace or memory, I was never quite clear, but in any event, the solution to the conflict turns out to be that Riku chooses neither to reject the darkness nor succumb to it, but to straddle the line between light and dark, a trait unique to himself in this series. That’s been criticized as an idea, but I don’t object to it in principle, the same way I don’t reject efforts to move Star Wars beyond a black-and-white conception of the Force. But in execution, there’s a lot wrong with it.

1. With hindsight, we can see that it was never really followed up on. Darkness = evil in the first KH game, and that’s been true for the games that have followed R/R. For this idea to really work, it would’ve needed follow-up that it never got.

2. That this idea comes to Riku from Namine of all people feels extremely abrupt. Granted, if I were writing a story about someone learning that light and dark sides to their soul could co-exist extrapolated into a fantasy setting, I would want the revelation to feel abrupt at first glance, with hindsight showing seeding throughout the story. That seeding isn’t here, and Namine is an awkward choice to deliver the message to Riku given that they have no connection prior to this point in the story.

3. Namine’s line about how “no power can defeat [Riku]” makes no sense to me. He’s defeated throughout these games by light and dark powers. A lot of the wording of the dialogue on this plot point just seems designed to try and make Riku seem more special and marked by destiny. Of course, this ignores the element of the first game where Riku appearing to be the person suited to a great destiny was part of the problem.

4. On that note - as has been pointed out to me by @themattress​, Riku declaring himself unafraid and accepting of the darkness, and using it to ends he found right, was what led him down the path to possession in the first game. Now, I do think there’s reason to doubt his bravado in that scene in KH I; his pretense at maturity and confidence both fall pretty quickly when his jealousy and paranoia of Sora set in. But it is true that Riku accepts, embraces, and abuses the darkness in KH I, and what fears he does have aren’t tied to that. I still wouldn’t say I object to R/R trying to twist that idea around in principle, but just as it needed more follow-up to work properly, it needed more set-up than this game provided to work properly.

In a way, though, the biggest fault with this plot point is that it doesn’t really impact Riku’s behavior all that much. I’ve seen some critiques that praise Riku’s development in this game over Sora’s, and I can’t say I understand that. You can like Sora’s story in CoM or not, but he experiences a lot and undergoes dramatic changes over the course of that story. Riku here is pretty static. While I’m now fully on-board with his arc in KH I, I’m afraid I still find him rather bland here.

To be honest, the best bit of story content in R/R IMO isn’t even concerned with Riku; it’s a cutscene that expands on Sora’s story. It’s the scene I wanted in that story, where Namine calls herself “the shadow of Kairi” and explains how her messing with Sora’s memories of Kairi can’t truly erase them. When the best story beat in the B-story is an expansion on the A-plot, you know you have trouble.

And then there are the things about R/R that are just weird - turning Riku and Zexion into bloodhounds comes to mind. Has that whole “scent” business ever really come up sense?

So, that’s where I stand with R/R now: it’s unimpressive fare and wasted potential. Playing through it again has actually forced me to give some new credit to Dream Drop Distance. I still consider that game a worse story, and more damaging to the series overall, but there are two points I must concede to it: 

1. It handled two player characters much better than CoM and R/R did. Whether they were any good or not, the game gave Sora and Riku each stories to follow in the Disney worlds, enough content to fill out a full game, and tied them together in such a way that one didn’t feel like the superfluous B-side to the other.

2. I thought DDD was where the retconning of Sora and Riku’s friendship began, but it was here in R/R, with Riku describing Sora as someone who “always did as he pleased” and setting up the idea of he, Riku, being the responsible one. Granted, he’s being rather jokey when he says this, but accusing Sora of being the lazy one while he does all the work just rubs me the wrong way. When I thought that DDD was the one to introduce this change, I could at least credit it that such a retcon helped explain their dynamic in that game. But now I just can’t understand why they went down this road. Everyone who played the first game spent the first few levels on Destiny Islands, working on the raft as Sora. And Riku complaining about anyone else “doing as they please” at this point in the series, when we’re only one game removed from him plotting to run away and never come home (embracing the power of darkness to do so) while Sora took on the responsibility of being the Keyblade Master without protest is really pushing it.

Well, that’s that. No need to revisit that game for a long time. Now, on to KH II - the one I’m most interested in replaying. Will it hold up as well as KH I did? Only time will tell...

[mysteriousgoldentriangle]

Halloween vibe stories

Stories that have the seasonal feeling. These are just some I could think of on top of my head. If I am missing one message me so I can add on to the list. Happy reading! stay safe :)  

Trick or Sweet Mabel sets Bill and Dipper up on a trick-or-treating date that they don't even realize is a date.

A Triangle in the Woods Deep in the forests of the mountain lies a haunted plot of land. A cabin that's theorized to be ruled by the most ruthless, terrifying demon that's ever existed on our plane of existence. Only the bravest and stupidest souls ever dare to tread there, and those who already have refused to even speak of it led alone go back. There's never been a single soul that's made it back fully sane… And Bill intends to keep it that way, damn it. No matter how DIFFICULT this stupid group of brats may be, they WILL leave that cabin running and screaming for their lives! Even if Bill has to destroy himself in the process!

The Bill Haunting When Dipper gets kidnapped by teenage boys in a cult, an evil spirit named Bill Cipher surprisingly saves him. Dipper slowly gets to know Bill and realizes the ghost is more human than he thought.

The Blindeye Murderer In the shadows of New York City there lurks a murderer that has never been caught before. He kills all his victims the same way, by cutting open the chest and ripping out the heart. He doesn't stop there. This murderer always, always, takes the eyes of his victims. Dipper Pines wants to be the first one to catch him and put an end to all the killings. However, what happens when he finds out the killer is the very same man he falls deeply in love with, Bill Cipher?

Golden Hills When Dipper falls for a mysterious stranger, his humdrum life takes an unexpected and dangerous turn. Trapped in a house of ghosts, nightmares, blood, and gold, Dipper can't decide between his own sanity or his new life with a man who may have more than just a skeleton in his closet. Based on the movie Crimson Peak.

Prey Dipper Pines works a summer job volunteering at the Gravity Falls, Oregon State Asylum in 1964. He thought he's seen everything until a new patient arrives a week before his 16th birthday. (depictions of rape, smut, and super jealous/protective Bill moments are contained in this book. Proceed with caution)

Everything you say is like music to my ears Bill~ Bill Loves Dipper very much, but in an extremely wrong twisted kind of way, Dipper wants nothing to with it, but he wasn`t given a choice in the first place.

Gone He whispers more praises. They curl in Dipper’s mind, sick seeds of something that resembles love. Perhaps obsession. It sits in his stomach like cyanide and poisons his blood.

Surrender to me Pinetree Bill Cipher loved his little Pinetree, But the boy didn`t love him back, He said he wanted proof well proof is what the boy wants then proof it is what he`s gonna get.

Don`t scream anymore my Pinetree~  Dipper Pines is a famous singer, His life could be called perfect, well that is until he starts receiving horrifying letters from someone who claims to be his biggest fan, His fear is getting bigger and bigger with every day, He hopes that everything turns out alright, but the newest letter tells him that it will not be like that.

Haunted Dipper knows that Bill is watching him and he also knows that he will never ever get away from him, He finally understands that now.

damnatis daemonium Historical!AU: 19-year-old Dipper volunteers himself as an offering to a demon so that he can finally join the famed Brotherhood. Of course, nothing goes to plan, and they summon the wrong demon.

Raised Spirits Dipper's always been into the supernatural. Especially ghosts, and hauntings. And everyone says the Cipher place is haunted. Dipper's not so sure about that... but it's worth checking out.

Wonderland Dipper was lonely sometimes. Mabel had her friends, Wendy and Soos had their own lives, Grunkle Stan teased him and never believed him about anything supernatural. Dipper wished that there was someone he could talk to about his adventures or just have a friend in general. Then he meets a man named Bill who believes him and everything about him is wonderful and very quickly Dipper finds himself falling down into a dark wonderland. THIS IS AU-ISH: This story takes place a bit before Boss Mabel, and then goes a bit AU from after that until it will completely diverge from the canon plot line.

The World That Faded Away / The Boy That Time Forgot When life hit Dipper Pines it hit Dipper Pines hard. Trainwreck hard. This was a statement that all who knew the boy could agree on. Life had taken a liking to the boy in the same way a feline had taken a liking to a particularly delicious mouse; it had trapped him, toyed with him, before swallowing him whole. As a result, the eighteen-year-old had horrific luck and a habit of getting himself and others into extremely bad situations. Like selling his soul to Bill CipherWho is only too happy to take what is, and has always been, his.

Defying Destiny Bill Cipher always dreamed of finding his other half. In his world, finding ‘the one’ meant so much. You were destined to be together, time and death would literally have no effect on your body until they day you unite. The most romantic stories have been passed down by people accidentally meeting the one and not knowing until they realize one day that ‘hey, when did my heart start beating again?’ It fills you up and makes you whole, you can enjoy the rest of your life with someone you know you're meant to be with, who is truly compatible with you like no other ever could be. Yes. Bill Cipher always dreamed of finding his other half. And killing him.

Touch Bill will make sure that no one will ever touch his little angel again. He`ll make sure they`ll all pay, and only then can he make his angel pure again.

Saligia Dipper and Mabel return to Gravity Falls five years later to be welcomed by the same amount of weirdness, only this time things get a bit darker. Hormones and supernatural forces make sure nothing goes right and on top of that Dipper has to deal with a horrifying dream demon. Will they solve the ancient mystery they're faced with or will everything go horribly wrong?

Intoxicated Obsession Obsession. That was the one word to describe what he felt towards Dipper Pines. Bill wanted Dipper to love him. And it was driving him insane. Ever since Bill cipher laid his eye on Dipper Pines, he knew that he wanted him, and Bill always got what he wanted.

Monsters "Stanleys recovered memories weren't enough to bring me back." Of course, this wasn't the reason. "It was you, Pine Tree. You and your strange obsession with me." No need to tell him. Dipper knew. It was his fault entirely. "Dipper Pines, you are truly messed up."

The Legacy of a Broken Heart And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams.

Hidden Beneath Gold In a small village, Dipper and Mabel Pines work to exhaustion to get money for their sick grunkle. Dipper has the most dangerous job and many threats to the people are at large in the forests, mountains, valleys, practically outside of the village. Dipper is willing to do anything for his family and packed with lost hope and negative thoughts, he accidentally stumbles across the most infamous threat to any village.

The Gospel of Dipper Pines "Is what they say true? Pine Tree's dead?"  Dipper Pines spent years going back and forth between his home in California and his summer adventures in Gravity Falls. Mabel Pines spent years trying to tame her bipolar disorder and live a mostly normal life. For years, their lives seemed destined to stay eternally separate from one another. That is until Dipper is murdered. Now, Mabel must piece together the remains of the life her twin once lived if she hopes to discover out who killed him. But Gravity Falls is not a town for the normal and, as Mabel delves deeper into the life Dipper once lived, she has to wonder if she really knew her twin at all. AU in which Dipper went to Gravity Falls alone. Incomplete, but has an ending summary.

Blood, Tears, and Puppy Dog Ears Ever since he could remember, a voice in Dipper's head always told him what to do. After following its orders and murdering the family dog, his parents send him and Mabel away to Gravity Falls, in need of 'fresh air' to 'cure his twisted young mind.' But the voice only intensifies, surrounded by endless mysteries. (A dark Billdip story)

The Triangle Murders To everyone's surprise, after college Mabel went on to become an agent for the FBI while her brother Dipper moved to Gravity Falls to run the shack alongside his great-uncle Stan. Currently following a series of murders, Mabel returns to Gravity Falls on less than ideal terms in order to investigate the latest victim. She hopes that with a little outside help from the closest person to her in the whole world, she can solve this case lickety-split. Can she catch a serial killer that's always two steps ahead and always watching?

[pherryt]

Supernatural Sci Fi Rec List

This is the second rec list in a series I’m making (first was the Destiny Fic Rec List). The art for this list was made by me ( @dragonpressgraphics​ ) for Colliding Worlds

By Pherryt/Me

What’s the Truth?: Wordcount: 8256, General, Destiel  Android!Cas, Android phobia, Secrets, Explosions, Angst, Hurt/Comfort Summary:  Dean has never made a secret of his hatred for AI's - especially androids. His whole world is turned on it's edge when he finds out Cas has been hiding something big from him since they met... and before he can even come to terms with it, he almost loses Cas for good.

Colliding Worlds: Wordcount: 54009, General, Destiel   Crossover with Doctor Who, Canon Divergent Season 11 Summary What happens if the Doctor meets our boys? When the supernatural meets the other wordly? Can the boys expand their worldview to include aliens?? A fun exercise in colliding worlds...

Crossing Fantasies: Wordcount: 6839, Teen, Destiel  Crossover with Star Trek, Bunker Fic Summary  Dean's minding his own business in the bunker when 3 very impossible people show up in his room amid a glory of sparkles. There's no way he could be facing down Captain James T. Kirk, Doctor McCoy and Commander Spock - they're fictional characters from a TV show for fucks sake, right? So why was he holding a gun on the very real presence of three strangers claiming to be just that in his own bedroom at a supposedly impervious Bunker?

You Stole My Line!: Wordcount: 2888, General, Destiel   Crossover with Doctor Who, Season Codas up to 12  Summary  Because really, Dean's gonna brag about killing Hitler, and that's going to make some people a little jealous...you know who I'm talking about right? And then in the end, it helps Dean open up a little bit more...

Midnight Adventures: Wordcount: 8992, Explicit, DCJ  Crossover with Doctor Who, Coitus Interuptus and feels  Summary  Dean, Jimmy and Cas had moved to the middle of nowhere for a reason. Relationships such as theirs were hardly ever understood to begin with. Throw in the fact that, well, Dean's boyfriends were related to each other, and it causes quite an outcry. So. Middle of nowhere. Lots of land and privacy. And all they wanted to do was celebrate their anniversary in peace. And sex (definitely sex). Of course, time traveling aliens with their magic box kinda put a damper on that. But that's okay - he makes up for it in the end.

The Replacement Engineer: Wordcount: 3061, Explicit, Destiel  ABO, Non Trad, Omegas Cas and Dean, Switching  Summary  Dean's the doctor on Charlies ship, and he's just met Castiel - the replacement for their previous engineer. Nobody expected them to take such an instant liking to each other. After that, it was only a matter of time before Sam was scarred for life and Charlie needed to give the ship a few upgrades. But it wasn't really their fault!

Humanities Second Chance: Wordcount: 3076, Explicit, Saileen  ABO, Post Apocalyptic, Omega Sam, Alpha Eileen, Switching  Summary  The world changed after the Earth rose up against humanity. Disaster after disaster struck, decimating the population, but as humans have always found a way to do - they survived. They might have changed a little in the process but, they survived. Not that the new generation of kids knew anything different. They hear the stories, the tales, but to them, this is the new normal. And Sam is about to embark on the next phase of his life - getting mated

Solitary Flights and Second Chances: Wordcount: 7415, General, Destiel  Astronaut Dean, NASA style Summary  All Dean's life, all he wanted was to go into space. He's sacrificed a lot on the way to that dream. Now he has it and he realizes... he sacrificed too much. Way too much. Sabatoge, injury and an aborted trip are a strange way to get back the things he lost... that most precious thing of all... but if he can salvage something good from all this, he'll take it. he just needs to get back home alive, first.

More Recs (Not Mine)

Purgatory: Population 1 By  @jhoomwrites​ : Wordcount: 13165, Mature  Destiel, Mark of Cain, Crashlanding  Summary:  While helping out a group of terraformers, Dean ends up with a mysterious Mark on his arm that gives him the urge to kill. After giving up on the idea of a cure, Dean comes up with the only solution he can think of: he takes his ship, picks a direction, and flies until he’s so lost no one will ever find him. And for a few years, it works. Dean has a planet full of monsters all to himself, monsters he can kill and maim and satisfy his dark impulses. At least until a stranger crash lands on his planet. Will Dean be able to resist long enough to help this man leave? And what if he doesn't want him to leave?

Well Build Ourselves by @reallyelegantsharkfish / : Wordcount: 5420, Explicit Destiel, Android Summary: An android walks into Dean’s shop. (italics)

I'll Cross the Sky for You by  Superhoney  : Wordcount: 33364, Explicit Destiel, Top!Cas, Bottom!Dean, Courier/Captan Cas, CoffeeShop Owner Dean Summary: Castiel thinks it sounds ridiculous: a spaceship that’s also an Earth-style coffeeshop? But upon his first visit to The Family Business, he quickly realizes that the owner, Dean Winchester, is incredibly handsome, the pastries are delicious, and the coffee is out of this world. One visit leads to another, and before long, Castiel is completely won over by both the coffeeship and its owner. It’s hard to maintain a relationship when you’re constantly flying across the vastness of space, but for the sake of both his heart and his stomach, Castiel swears he and Dean will make it work

And then there were five by @feartheophanim : Wordcount: 5969, Teen Destiel, Spaceflight, Ship to Ship Battle Summary: Dean is the best engineer on base, and his father keeps refusing his requests for off-world assignments. Pissed off with the same old-same old, Dean goes for a drink and meets a stranger who offers him a job on his ship. Things are harder than Dean expected, out there in space, but things soon take a turn for the strange. He is left with far more than he bargained for.

the light of falling stars by by @procasdeanating : Wordcount: 4980, Explicit Destiel, Alien!Cas, Battles Summary:  … when Lieutenant Dean Winchester and the two ships under his command engaged in combat with a Seraph squadron. Two army ships were destroyed, while one fighter, presumably Lt. Winchester’s, made a forced landing on a nearby uninhabited class D planet after triggering the emergency protocol. The ongoing search has not produced conclusive results. Lt. Winchester is classified as missing in action…

The Ark by  @pimentogirl : Wordcount: 2776, Explicit Destiel, reunion, hurt/comfort Summary: The Ark, a triple class interstellar craft, offering the opportunity to travel between colonies regardless of Tier Status... ...and the last place left to look...

Because of Harrison Bergeron by  @nachsie : Wordcount: 5249, Not Rated destiel, sabriel, Android Summary: In the year 2081, amendments to the Constitution dictate that all Americans are fully equal and not allowed to be smarter, better-looking, or more physically able than anyone else. The Handicapper General's agents enforce the equality laws, forcing citizens to wear "handicaps": masks for those who are too beautiful, radios inside the ears of intelligent people, and heavy weights for the strong or athletic. When Harrison Bergeron in an attempt to overthrow the government is gunned down, the strongest able to break from the control start a rebellion that leads to an all out war. One rebellion group lead by Harrison's baby brother, Sam in it's attempt to destroy the government runs into a sleeper citizen base, running into by fate a sleeper teenager called Castiel

Real Skilled at People by Astarloa / : Wordcount: 1456, Mature  (This reminds me of a Robert Heinlein short that I loved but can’t find anymore. If anyone knows where to find it, I’d love to know!)  Summary:   In an alternate future reality there's a black market doctor named Robert and a man who yearns for wings.

Looking to the Sky to Save Me by raths_kitten / : Wordcount: 8693, Explicit Destiel, Bounty Hunters Cas and Sam Summary: Sam and Castiel are bounty hunters. When a warrant is out for Dean, Sam convinces Castiel to catch him. Loosely based on Killjoys.

Dreaming in Digital by @ltleflrt : Wordcount: WIP (80k +), Explicit Destiel, Sabriel, Post Apocalyptic, Androids, Bounty Hunters Summary: When Dean finds a deactivated sex bot, he knows it's his lucky day.

Qualia by @imogenbynight : Wordcount: 26600, Explicit AI, Bring Tissues, Destiel, Sam/Jess Summary: When Sam & Jess move into a smart home, Dean finds an unlikely match in the AI that keeps it running.

Lost and Found by @destieltrashland : Wordcount: 22928, Explicit Destiel, Sam/Jess, Nod to Space Seed (Star Trek), Character Death (not Team Free Will) Summary: When he reached the hatch door he looked through the small window, shining the light from his helmet inside. The cargo area was cleaner than the front of the ship, due to being sealed off from the tear in the hull, and it still held a sizable number of items within. The items floated under nets keeping them tethered to the floor. “What strange readings?” he asked as he pointed his own tricorder inside. “Power signatures and –“ she paused, pressing buttons on the screen as if to confirm her assessment, “life signs.”                                                       ----- Castiel and crew find something unexpected while recovering an ancient spaceship. Dean and Sam struggle to adjust to life 300 years in the future.

[explodo-dome]

@headquarters Earlier That Day.

Dual crimson hues, flush red as a ruby drop of blood, open then to stare intently at her back. To say he's curious about whatever it is she's about to say, would be an understatement. It wasn't often the woman interrupted his meditation for anything, but it seems different somehow. Important?

“ Master? ” he answers, he shifts around in that restless way he's prone to. Really it's her fault for interrupting the one chance to have him sit still — when his chi is a subtle stream rather than some raging river flowing through rocks rather than around. When he's soft to the flow of this world that he not be some angry cat swinging claws at everything he sees, she's effectively cut all that off.

“ How do you feel about your first big operation? ” She doesn't bother to turn, doesn't acknowledge him any more than she has. “ Ground Zero has gained traction. Despite taking your boot to every villain within a thirty-mile radius, they wonder if you're establishing your territory as the ‘ biggest fish ’. A most curious position to be allowed to exploit in all honesty. ”

One sudden movement pushes her hand out of the edge of her sleeve, gleam of low light off of a metal spoon, obscured by her body once more. “ If they think you want to be a kingpin, might you fill such a role for them, Zero? ”

Teeth gnashed unpleasantly, loud enough it's a wonder he hasn't broken every tooth into stubs, pieces sprinkling on his tongue like ivory sawdust coating his jaws. “ and this will accomplish — what? ” unable to just blindly go along with anything, even for her, he questions her reasoning.

The stately woman hummed serenely, interrupting anything she may have possibly said lips pressed to the edge of her cup, a sip drawn from porcelain tea set. “ Information, of course. ” she doesn't patronize him for asking, nor does she mock his tendency to inquire a subject into the ground given half the drive to. “ information makes this world turn at all ends. It's power, plain and simple. Often heavily guarded by selfish tongues, unless loosed by force or by acquisition. Do you agree, young zero? ” Again her footsteps are near-silent to track once she's out of sight, walked somewhere behind him, likely to her own place of meditation.

Bakugou knew meditation for him was now a thought of the past, and he unfurled into a seiza to contemplate her words — his own position on them. Long fingers dig hard enough to turn knuckles red, and then white, with how hard he grabs at his pockets. Carmine gaze flashes swift over his shoulder, turned far enough to glimpse her figure in the low light of the room, and he answered, “ Whatever I have to do...it will be done. If you believe this is the best course of action, who am I to argue? ”

“ You are you to argue. Thoughts, feelings, ideologies of your own — a person. At the end of this existence, all we have is ourselves. You know that. You have experienced that. Do not betray that which is the truest you for anyone, my apprentice. ” she began, hues dark as the whole of Erebus with far more depth to the darkness, “ Again, I ask you, and now, you tell me your truth. Bakugou Katsuki, what are your thoughts on the matter? ”

“ I believe — ” lips press into a tight, thin line, pondering his own stance deeply. It was foolish to think that Zhao would ever accept such an empty, unthought out answer to her questions. When has she ever just accepted anything? She hasn't. NOT EVER. She lights a fire in her people from her own combustion into a thousand strands of ash and is reborn every second in the conflagration left by her convictions and those that she comes to trust with her will. “ I know I could do this. Whatever must be done to halt this wheel we go-'round on. Pushing and pulling good and evil as if they're ever so black and white. I'm not quite sure what I can do as Ground Zero in this kingpin position. It would seem as though any information gained would either be falsified or would jeopardize any position I find based on them knowing I could be using it to put fist to their throat… what would be your solution? ”

“ If you play your part right, greedy, it wouldn't matter. Fame, recognition, money — all the siren call you'll need for villains to gamble away their freedom with Hades for just a taste of the underworld's riches. Ever how cursed they would be… ” Zhao's hand on his shoulder is as heavy as the world laid bare on Atlas's shoulders, “ Can you endure your duty, Hades? Or will stygian shoulders fall to the weight of the evil held down in the bowels of your domain? You must decide that now. ”

“ I— Hm. ” he doesn't allow himself to finish his sentence. There are a million ways he could mean to bravado his way into a solid yes, ignore any secondary drain on his psyche, and endure stalwart as always, but...as his master had just reprimanded for, he does not go blindly into an answer he thinks she wants to hear — that he thinks he would want to hear himself say that ever truly mean. He doesn't know for sure what this will unfurl for him, against him, nor does he think this should be done so easily that a simple yes be answered. “ Do or do not, am I right? There is no try. I will do what is expected of me regardless of inane wondering, second-guessing. If only, I were Hades. I could endure the ages as I have in silence — in the darkness like a shadow cast long under the earth. Forgotten to time, powered by all this will of mine. Let Zeus have his starlight destiny, bright like beacons across cosmogony, fickle nature set to cave if ever he could have to stay — endure this trial of Hades evermore. He wanted golden sunlight and adoration as did I, but his nature did not coincide with mine. For all his imperial might, endowed heavy with gifted kingship for all the gods to find succor, he could not live my life. No, he could not — of that? I am sure. ”

“ You're practically waxing to me poetry like Aristotle and his three. That mind of yours can do more than cobble together clever responses to mock one with. ”

Her voice echoes across his consciousness like a blaze does the tops of trees to feed. She sounds so very pleased, and for once, he is swelled with pride as well as purpose. He is full to bursting with golden icor that he be the one entrusted with her divine call to action. Her will is like that of Juno flourishing the youth of Hera, her subtle manipulations far more intelligent than those gods of her husband's ill seed perceive, as her shawl of goatskin, mother of war and union and vigor blessing him with a soldier's March. He could endure as Mars marched his republic to conquest. He would endure as Hades on a cold throne of bedlam and iron. Their tune of duty is the beat pounding his heart hard — yet tender like the fluttering heart of his youth.

“ But I knew such things. I chose you for a reason, and I never go back on my most important choices once made. I make my bed and I lie in it, consequence and all to douse my gains in. I love when I am right, dear Bakugou. Prove to me that I make no mistakes in choosing you, and you, in me. ”

“ Shì de, shīfu. ” and for once, he's respectful, relatively quiet coming to standing straight as a vertical line. Bending at the waist, one hand straight and the other curled into a fist pressed tight to the other, he bowed. “ May I— ”

“ As always, you are free to do as you may. This newfound respect need not change you so abruptly in my presence, hm? ” her eyes reflect a small bit of amusement to him, a rare quirk of her lip into a teasing smile. “ go, go, it will be a while yet that we impart our plans into fruition. ”

@headquarters One Week Later.

“ Lemme get this straight... ” Sion is, as she always seems to be, stuck to Bakugou's side like a bad pedicure he just couldn't quite seem to get rid of. Pale ‘ Peach ’ strands, as she called it — the newest color of the week, draped over the back of her chair like a gaudy throw blanket. As always her legs are kicked up on the nearest surface, refusing to observe a semblance of body language that suggested she took the situation quite as serious as everyone else in the room. Violet shine of her hues glasses over, thoughts no doubt geared toward some fantasy that makes her happy in its absurdity and flashover toward Bakugou. The look has him narrowing his own eyes suspiciously, waiting for whatever absurdity she's thinking to find its way from her idiot mouth. “ I get ta be Captain Zero's side piece? His right-hand lady? ” oh god, he doesn't like the dreamy quality her face shapes into, biting at her lip with a barely concealed moan. “ I always wanted to be tha wife of a don. ”

Sion smoothes over some invisible collar to a coat she isn't wearing, shoulders raising to her ears, her smile some sort of content curve. Back of her hand trails over the side of her neck, delicate enough even he can see it's no more than a whispering touch.

“ Don't you even dare think too far into it, ” Bakugou hissed, lip drawing far back over his teeth, baring them aggressively at the female, “ I'll kill you. ” cracks his knuckles, threatening explosions trailing the length of his fingers.

“ Won't yeh, Captain? How lovely… ” the moan was unnecessary and unwanted by most in the room. There were many that thought Sion a beautiful woman, and boy, she really did wear those leather pants, but it was like taking a gamble on whether she'd kiss you or kick you square in the dick every time you got close to her. Dating or otherwise.

“ While I do not doubt these two could handle themselves in this situation, Mistress, I do wonder if coming further into infamy would embolden our outfit, or hinder it. ” his words serve to light the room up with disjointed conversation and muttering. “ Given that we have far more notoriety than before with Zero able to now incorporate his explosions into his fighting style— ”

“ Situationally. ” Bakugou interjects.

Mako doesn't miss a beat. “ — and it being a main focus for the media to sell headlines on, is it wise to fully come into the light in this angle? ”

“ If we must be brought from the shadows, we must control how much is visible and what part is uncovered. This way... ” the woman pushed a single button on the centermost console. The hologram unfolds verticle; and then, spreads horizontally into visual points of their own base, their people, and finally, the many levels and floors available to them. “ ...we may utilize our vast organization to not only gather information but to intimidate. If we are the final boss, we claim the bull's attention away from the people, do we not? We gain information and move to take these things down — both in the shadows and outside of it. ”

Zhao seemingly pauses for a moment in thought, hues glancing over Bakugou as she speaks, and, finally, her gaze lands on her own flesh and blood. The conversation between them is a silent affair fleshed out through eye contact and vague facial movements. It's a common enough occurrence everyone takes the time to turn their attention to something else; anything else really. Bakugou turns his carmine flush hues to the idiot across from him. Sion soaks up his attention like a fish does water, casting him small kisses and trying her hardest to be cute. Her subtle adjustment over her bosom in tight lace corset has every male eye turn down fast enough that he hears the click associated with a neck popping. How fast they turn away and pretend they hadn't even looked at all is far funnier to watch. Bakugou's lip curls up around his teeth, baring them at her like a particularly perturbed dog. He's saved from answering by Zhao's voice.

“ Ground Zero, your humble team will spearhead this exposure and you'll do it in conjunction with my daughter and XO-N. The five pillars of this false criminal syndicate must be cohesive, and you must continuously adapt and learn to survive this sort of thing to the end. I understand this is a lot and any who join this will be asked to give 110% to the cause. This will be brutal. ”

Sion looks like the cat that's caught the canary. supporting her weight on the broad table elbow first, settling her boobs for all to see onto the cross over her arms, she leaned her head innocently to one side. “ 's all fine and dandy, Miss Zhao, but how is this gonna start off? Honestly, we made plenty'ah statements in tha area, so how we switch gears from knockin’ heads to tha opposite? ” the spread of her lips is all the more unpleasant, crooked and curled at the edges with mischief. " 'specially with a leader like explodo-dome here, am I right? "

Bakugou doesn't give her comment the light of fucking day, not even a single acknowledgment, but she's still too amused from earlier to be bothered by the deflect. “ One well-timed, well-placed hostile takeover of an already established outfit, I believe. ” Bakugou interjected, again. The male stood to take his place to the right of his master, bent over the table to reprogram the hologram briefly. Instead of their organization, it shows a three-dimensional model of the whole of the world. The model zooms into China with the point of his finger, exploding into an area of 3D models of the city he gestures to. “ Here in Beijing, we've uncovered seven different gangs working under three families. We've busted two of the Wáng Family's into oblivion and that leaves a power vacuum the other two families are trying to capitalize on. Why don't we just take it? And if the other two want to get into it, we do have quite a bit on them to start with... ”

The movement of his master out the corner of his eyes is all it takes to draw his eye back to her. Zhao turns her serene hues of golden quality to him and holds his gaze almost immediately. “ This is your operation to spearhead. You do as you feel you must, first and foremost. We all must respect that. ” Gaze shifts to Mako, now, asking without so much as a word.

“ It makes sense to me, and, well, I don't know... seeing that it's Bakugou it'll probably work out in some way, right? ” Mako scoffs, smacking the table in front of Bakugou next to him, “ he's like a dog with a fucking bone. it'll work or we'll be on double time trying to make it work. "

“ Facts. Waterhead tells no lies. ” Sion outright laughs in his face.

“ So when this inevitably goes belly up — ” and Bakugan turns full face to look Sion in her eyes, “ — which it will given this fucks track record, you won't be pressed about me being on both your fucking asses, huh? I'm so glad we've come to an understanding of your captain's work ethic. ” Bakugou doesn't hesitate to exaggerate an ecstasy ridden expression just to imitate the idiot he's talking to. “ Please, continue to take of me, Sion. ”

Sion gapes much like the fish she tends to call Mako. “ I hate you... ” it's uttered awful quietly given her boisterous nature, “ but yer right, 'can do better. ”

“ if Sion can step up, I think we all should. ” surprisingly, he doesn't patronize the girl. as much as they come at each other's throats, it means something for someone like her to even fix her lips to say something like this, and they respect her for it. 

but it doesn't mean Bakugou will ever truly change. “ just try to keep up, will you? always staring at my ass, you must love the view. ”

[wisdomrays]

An Extensive Wish in the View of Historical Recurrences

An Extensive Wish in the View of Historical RecurrencesSince the creation of humankind, day followed night, and light was accompanied by dark. Just like the alternation of light and dark over the Earth, bright days were followed by days of pitch dark, and relief-laden eras were replaced by periods of crisis. From time to time, almost every corner was obscured by the darkness of atheism and conflict. fRoads were left without illumination. Humanity was defeated by darkness. Some unfettered people with vain ideas crowded the scene, sending their inauspicious muttering throughout the world. At times, the collective conscience held its breath in the face of the noise they made, entering into a contemplation of silence. Then, the word fell into disrepute. Slaves acquired the seal of authority. Masses became toys of demagogy. They were manipulated to silence or action at will. Unsuitable persons were declared stars while many talented persons were barricaded from stardom. False pretensions and dialectical philosophy blocked logic and reasoning. Evil thoughts replaced decent ideas. The institutions from which society expected mercy and compassion were occupied by crude souls obsessed with hatred and animosity. Using these institutions, they sowed seeds of mischief among people, making them enemies of each other. Considerable damage was done to religious thought. The longstanding criteria were undermined and everything turned into chaos. Cups of sweet drink were replaced with goblets of poison, dishes of honey and cream with pots of filth, and light with darkness. In these dreadful and ominous eras, minds became so confused that people could not help but feel agitated even when they extended a hand to the most decent and noblest of things. Without trust, we referred to each other as "wild," "animal," "savage," and "barbarian." A small group of faithful and conscientious people, if they existed, were humiliated and rendered speechless. The slaves of darkness became ferocious while the souls who longed for light waited for a helping hand to appear on the horizon of miraculous blessings; they yearned for sunrises; they daydreamed of times that would emerge from mercy. When lips would twitch with the tiniest of smiles out of these considerations they were swept away by subsequent storms of worry; temporary moments of happiness were effectively replaced with years of sorrow. In line with the notion of "history repeats itself," the foregoing account applies to our time as well. All of a sudden, clear and sunny horizons are covered with mist and smoke, our view is blocked and our hearts shudder with gloom. Days of joy are dim. Darkness shades our thoughts; our wills are cracked, and our hopes are demolished. At times, one feels as if the sun will never rise again and that daylight will never appear. Unguided souls are shivering with internal desperation and resultant curses. As for us, as always, we are sure the he latest chaos boiling with filth will soon be terminated, and felicitous days will come in which the divine destiny will clear roads for our nation. As a matter of fact, stories of people of heart are already being related everywhere. Everywhere, pure souls are breathless with the desire to find the Paradise they have lost. Hundreds or thousands of people are meditating upon such considerations, contemplating the purpose of creation and the causes of nature. Yet, we are passing through a rather foggy period of time with respect to our spiritual lives. Moreover, a chilling wind blows for a while, filling the air with the vibration of sorrow. Even the places that overflow with ultimate joy are, from time to time, suffused with worry and despair. Nevertheless, we all know well that worry and despair can no longer stand firm. And when the horizons are bright to help us distinguish good from evil, all the hardships endured on the road will be immediately mitigated. Distances will readily submit to endeavors and efforts. Hills will turn into valleys, and valleys will become smoother; and then, ideals will be intertwined with the journey, and no trace of hardship will be felt in the face of the glamor of the horizons of the goal. Nowadays, hands are reaching out, though feebly, to the rope of the heart, and the breaths of the soul are heard everywhere. Reason and heart go hand in hand. Thought is embracing inspiration with its dazzling depths. Logic is subordinated to divine revelation. Science guides us to faith; knowledge is led by intuitive knowledge; laboratories raise apprentices to the prayer hall; wills are lively and resolute with the help of the water of life that is offered by faith; eyes wander on the same horizons with insight; contradicting physics, metaphysical springs emerge everywhere. It seems obvious that snow or ice, however cold they are, cannot survive long in the face of the heat kindled in the sources. Blizzards, however strong they are, will fail to extinguish the torches protected by the lanterns of the natural tendencies of human nature - as long as it is permitted by God. Although, at times, most of us turn crimson red, shivering with various worries or making a fuss over strong winds, it is obvious that we send our warmest smiles to our surroundings like roses bursting from their buds, effervescing like nightingales flitting from one branch to another. We cannot deny the fact that our hearts leap with hope and expectation for the sounds of "waterfalls of life" to reach us, for "the white hand"[1] to hover over our heads. The already awakened souls ponder these considerations with confidence; it is as if they have reached the borders of their hearts, and are full of joy with the enthusiasm of having sensed the odors of the Paradise, however slight its trickle may be. Yes, those capable of filtering current events through their hearts and souls can feel the coming of spring, which brings a shining sun and all the shades of green under foot. Waterfalls of assistance and effort gurgle in the bed of divine blessings, heading toward the sea free from all obstacles; they pass over or bypass any obstruction they face and they try to represent the mission endowed by divine destiny in detail with the beautiful geometric lines they leave behind. As they walk, the roads hail them; seemingly insurmountable obstacles are flattened and nullified, as if they are prostrating themselves before these holy ones. As a matter of fact, this state is always the case for the matured souls: at all times, they send fragrance to their surroundings like censers. Burning like sticks of incense, they convey the joy of burning to everybody through their moans. When necessary, they roar like lions, displaying their characters. When necessary, they sing like nightingales, filling souls with joy and relief. Their foreheads have been impressed with the seal of being both dear and humble; they are neither oppressed nor are they tyrants. It is a spectacular sight when they show their modesty before their Lord, acting humbly to the highest extent. In short, they are the heroes who have managed to merge lion-like manners with dove-like customs in the same vessel, and those who are gifted in getting to know their inner profundities always want to be with them. How I wish my body would always shiver like swaying tress before my Lord in a state of openness to this delicacy, knocking on His door with a yearning for acceptance! How I wish I could occupy myself with my own faults instead of concentrating on the errors I observe here and there, to ignore their mistakes! How I wish I could detect my own defects and failures at each beat of my pulsing heart! It is my sincere wish that the values to be weighed on the scale of life be the products of conscientious reckoning that have been filtered through my internal contemplations. It is my sincere wish that my scale of acquisitions is always full to the greatest extent, and that all credit is attributed to Him for my acquisitions - I continuously long to completely forget comfort and languor, to seek the peace of the heart in toil, and to become calm with hardship. I yearn to moan like Job and to cry like David for my faults and for my erroneous manners, no matter how small - I long to devote my self to the peace and security of humanity as long as I live. I have a desire to have so vast a love that it will embrace everybody with warmth and non-discrimination and I wish to be forgetful of rage, hate, and animosity. Now, let us devote ourselves to the illumination of humankind with profundity; let us melt like candles in our endeavors so to enlighten our remote or close environment in preference to our selfish desires. Wherever we go, let us be the voice and translator of the truth with a spirit of real devotion, telling Him and communicating His message. Let us be so respectful in our relations with God and so sincere in submission to Him that we make celestial angels envy our manners and make spiritual beings feel obliged to retreat a few steps in the face of the meanings that overflow from our selves. Let us wrap our selves with the color of the dawns that follow the nights on which the most sincere prayers are offered to God and assume the role assigned to us at the time of creation; let us behave ourselves. Let us put an end to our comfort without fearing hardships and run in such haste that birds watch us in awe; let us cry out the truth with such sincerity that savages seek refuge in their lairs with fear. When we feel like a lion, let us not instill fear in people; let us instead attempt to cast off the shackles on our will. When we feel like fire, let us not ignite new fires, but illuminate the people around us by setting the candles alight. When we turn into a flood, let us flow toward gardens and orchards to give them life. When we blow like winds, let us carry seeds for propagation; let us bring drops of moisture together to teach the clouds how to become rain as a divine mercy. Indeed, we must show earnest respect to those esteemed by God. God treats and views people differently. He may place a person in the lead to serve as an altar in glorifying Him. He may whisper the enigma of existence into their soul, crowning them with a special caliphate. By taking this person to new horizons through faith and intuitive knowledge, He enables them to feel the truth of His presence. He prepares eternal happiness for such people in the Hereafter. He opens doorways to the Paradise in their heart; He makes this dungeon-like world a waiting room for the coming Paradise. He honors those who manage all their actions based on insight in this world by allowing them to watch His beauty in the Hereafter. He brings thousands of aspects to single-dimension living. In their magical worlds, He transforms seas into the rose-covered slopes of Paradise, and ever-boiling hells into babbling springs of life. He creates new worlds with incredible wonders for them every day. Certainly, those who live in this world like the blind, the deaf, and the dead will not even get a glimpse of the above. Those who act unwarily, even taking lightly these grave conditions today will be likely to continually wail from penitence in the future. Then, let us be vigilant today so that we will not be troubled for rest and sleep tomorrow. Let us weep abundantly today so that we will not cry from regret tomorrow. Let us concentrate at all times on the horizon where we are heading, so as not to be distracted by the attractive things on the side of the road. If we fail to regard this world as a marketplace where trade is carried out for acquisitions to be taken onto the Hereafter and manage our life accordingly, if we lead our life in line with the whims of carnal desires, then we should not be surprised when one day somebody puts a packsaddle on us and mounts us. This is indeed the kind of treatment that the narrow-minded, feckless, and conceited people will receive. The value of mankind is directly proportional to the degree of their connection with God and the continuation of their sincere relations with Him. A human-shaped body contaminated with carnal desires and alienated from Him will have less value than mud, even if decorated with gold, silver, and satin. Then, come and liberate yourself from bodily worries and carnal troubles! Turn toward Him with your whole existence and fix your gaze on Him for in this way these initial gifts will increase greatly in value! Never forget that His favor turns a drop of water into a sea, a particle into a sun, and transforms your impotence and poverty into your greatest strength. On the other hand, if you rely on your own power, you will blunder - like trying to heat great cauldrons with a single spark, you will lay yourself open to ridicule. Know the limits of your power and resources, and make your plans accordingly. If you ignore this important point and set on building facts on fancies, whatever you do will come tumbling down, crushing your faith and hopes. Assess yourself frequently through internal self-criticism and contemplation, specify your position well according to your capabilities and resources, and be aware of the relation between your potential and the effort you have exerted. Avoid becoming "a carrier of divine gifts with no fidelity," that is, try not to be regarded as a spoiled person who has become arrogant with benefactions from other people. Rely on divine grace at the highest degree, but never fail to fulfill whatever free will requires of you. Do not expect secondary winds to carry you to your target; consider the fact that those who have been taken to higher levels by today's winds may one day be thrown into the deepest pits by tomorrow's storms; try to live in line with the realities. Know that religion is a road leading to divine proximity, and sincerely hold fast to a life led by religion. Seek shelter in the secure harbor of faith, and submit to the Creator! Never falter in reliance on Him and keep your manners always decent before Him; endeavor to be a modest believer without any vanity or ostentation! Abounding hearts are silent like boxes loaded with ore. Empty souls make a great deal of noise just like children's money-boxes that contain several fake pearls. Always remember that your heart is monitored by God many times at every instant, and therefore, keep your heart clean and immaculate at all times and you will head toward that eternal altar! Until now, whoever has headed toward that altar has never lost while whoever sought faithfulness from other places has never won. Rather, those who sought shelter at that gate have remained lively and have been honored with eternity, saved from the disgrace of being slaves of other entities. When one finds Him and faces Him, when one reveals one's deepest feeling in His presence, one glorifies and exalts Him. To remain silent is to contemplate in meditation and self-criticism. Those who manage to be in His presence and proximity always feel the water of life, even if they are in a desert; those who rely on Him in all their acts always reap roses, even if they have sown thorn-bushes. Even under hell-like conditions, they are always at peace and calm.

[mariespeaksg-dsgrace]

Praise God and his glory!!!!

Bible Study Saturday on a Friday!!!!

Praise God on High!

Thank you, God for blessings us with another day to come together in praise of your glory. Thank you , God for waking us each morning with a song of praise; always on our minds and in our hearts. Thank you, God for blessing us with your word and guidance. Thank you, God for placing a shield of protection around us so that we are free to receive your word.  

Thank you, Almighty Yeshua for your love and dying on the cross for our sins. We pray for wisdom, discernment, patience, and knowledge. We pray, that we complete our mission and in so doing; we be welcomed in the loving arms of God, Yeshua, and the Holy Spirit. Forever and ever. 

We pray this in the loving name of your begotten Son; Yeshua Jesus Christ. 

 Amen.

Book of Matthew 5: 26-30

26. “You will never get out of prison until you have paid every penny”

Reconciling with those we have wrong; peace maker.  So, one might ask “What if I have tried to make the peace?  What if one has already apologized?”  

The best answers I can give at this time: Try again.  Try once more. Pray to God.  Repent to our God.  Ask for guidance from the Holy Spirt; on what can possibly be done on this matter.  

Maybe the person to whom one is apologizing, isn’t ready to forgive?  Maybe the wronged party doesn’t/didn't believe the apology was true?  

Another note on apology/repenting:

One can not simply say the words ”forgive me, Im sorry, or can we have peace”; then go and repeat the same actions that caused the hurt in the first place.  If one is truly remorseful for words that were spoken (maybe out of anger or hurt); one after apologizing, makes a conservative effort to not utter those hurtful/abusive/harmful/derogatory; words again.  Not to just the initial wrong party, but to anyone.  

An apology is more than just simply a group of word put together to shut someone up or to be allowed off the couch or “out of the dog house”.  An apology is a word; Yes.  But an apology also requires followup/ follow through with an action or actions. (maybe even a change in belief)  And the actions are not just to get back into someone good graces.  Apologies are a forever kind of change; not just temporary.  An apology is a promise to correct and stead fast motion, in that correction. 

If one repents to the Lord our God, for certain behaviors, actions , or thoughts with out following that repentance up with an effort to make life long changes; that is not repenting those are “crocodile tears”.  If one repents or apologizes and returns to the same behaviors or faults, that is abuse of God’s grace and mercy.

That being said, does this mean one might not “fall of the wagon”, No.  But the falling of the wagon should never be at the same level or worst if one is truly sorry for what one has done or wrongs that had been committed prior.

Same as we wouldn’t want some taking advantage our abusing our kindness, we shouldn’t do those types of things to others.

Now this might lead to; what do we do if someone in our lives is this sort of abuser?  Well, I know what I would do, but I’m not everyone else.  The best message I can pass here is God says to forgive, God says to give grace and mercy, but God says also to be careful who we share our time with/around.   Really? So don’t believe me, ok.  Let's search the Bible.

Does the Bible not say who we should open the door to our house and whom not to?

Does the Bible not say to not look back or you’ll turn into salt?

Did an Angel not come in dreams to many of the Bible telling them to flee and take only their immediate family and forsake all others?

The answer is YES. 

Those who did not head the warnings; turned into a pillar of salt, lost wars, had homes set on fire, and had to chase down armies to recover their troubled family member.

Forgiveness is taking away the evil ones privilege/spiritual legal right  to attack us.

Forgiveness is healing. 

Forgiveness is moving forward and hope.

It does not mean allowing one to continued to be abuse and or mistreated.

That would not be our right and just all loving God.  Therefore, having person who abuse us; is not what God wants for or in our lives.  Especially persons are distracting us from our destinies.  Or persons who take us off of God’s plan for our lives.

27.  “You shall not commit adultery. No adultery with the eyes, mind, heart, or body”

This is a hot topic. Right!?  “But Marie, am I not supposed to notice a good looking person?”  “Am I not supposed to think some one is attraction?”  “Am I just supposed to close my eyes as I work through the gym, or night club(well a Christian shouldn’t be in the clubs, first of all).”   “Am I not supposed ………”

 Well, Yes and No.

What I have learned on this topic and maybe related to other topics; temptations. Temptations is the evil ones seeds to plant sin in the minds, eyes, and hearts of man.

Noticing someone that is attractive is not a sin.   Liking how some looks because of a certain style of clothes, hair, or persona; is not a sin.  Attraction and noticing becomes a sin when this attraction and noticing becomes a focus.  

Focus?  Yes.

Fantasizing being with a person sexually.  Wondering what it might feel like……. These thoughts or ideas become sins of the mind, when these fantasies are a focus.  

Not to mention; where one focuses, seeds can be planted that lead to an actions.   A plan, an effort; to make the fantasizing become true(reality).

Planning on showing up were they might be.  Plan to still them from their spouse. (More on this one later)

Masturbating to porn or to a memory, or to audio recording; this is lust, this is a sin, and these are not in keeping with God’s plan or laws.

Dating?

I often reference Prophet Rosalind Solomon and on this topic, I shall again.  I encourage others to check out her channel on YouTube.  She does have other forums, but I just love watching her videos.  I think it might be a good idea to check out her videos.  That way one can hear straight from her the words spoken from God through her, but also because we all may know how the game “telephone” works.  

 From watching her videos I have learned when approached by a person expressing interest in us:

Ask God, if this person is the person God has ordained for us.  

What does this mean?  Well, let's say we are at a store when suddenly  someone attractive catches are eye.  Then that person approaches us.  Maybe a nice conversation happens. The person maybe ask for our number or ask us out for coffee.  We maybe give our number or say yes to the invite.  After leaving this situation it is our job to go and confirm with God.  

Ask God, is this a the person that you have sent to me as a blessing, as my Godly future spouse; or is this person sent by the evil ones as a means of harm and or distraction?  

I know todays culture teaches freedom of self and women’s power.  And to be truthful; I used to say the same to not only myself,  but others.   I was wrong.  I have correctly this belief and practice for myself.  When others ask me what do I think on ta romantic situation, I make sure to say; it isn’t what I think or what you feel is the best choice to make, but what God says. 

 So pray on this matter, maybe watch Prophetess Rosalind Solomons videos (to learn some insights), and confirm with God.  God knows best. God’s knows all.  It’s best to take time and be patient instead of rushing into to something that might harm us or take us off our destiny path. 

28. “Committing adultery with thy heart from/through thy eyes”

Have we heard, “windows are the eyes to ones soul?”

****Plan to still them from their spouse. (More on this one later)*****

Those that aim to destroy a family; are cursing themselves.  

Those that allow a division of the family; are cursing themselves.

  Those who did not go to God before taking someone as a spouse; in most/some cases bring/ have brought trouble unto themselves.  

Those that did not pray, fast, or meditate on God’s word concerning the option/suitor prior to being a romantic relationship; bring trouble unto themselves.

I know this may seem to old school for some, but there are reasons and rhymes to why God has set commandment for us.  To keep us safe.  To keep us from hurt.  To keep us from pain.  To keep us from sorrow, debt, strive, resentment, regret, and even illness(STD’s).  (Im not going to talk about pregnancies here, because I believe all children are a blessing from God, regardless how they were conceived.).  

And just as Sarah and Abraham tried to rush the promise child, God heard the cries in the desert as a result of that rush.  God took pity on the result of that rush.  God blessed that result of the rush.  God had mercy because that child that resulted from that rush of Sarah and Abraham and their slave girl, were the meek in that situation.

God is good.

29.  “If the right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away”

Many would/might believe this verse is in conjunction with sinning of adultery, but what I aim being led to is the “Eyes being the window to the soul”.   What do I mean by this?  Well, growing up I am sure many of us were exposed to adult content that was not meant for us to see.   It’s not just about having a high moral compass or Godly value in/of what we allow our eyes to see, but what a person seeks out to see.

Yes, I think I have press upon us all the necessity of avoiding porn, and violent media/films, dressing to impress, yet professional appearance; but what about how we see the world.  What about how we choose to view certain situations?  What about our reactions and our thoughts of the things we have seen?

Example:  

Someone who seems to always have a negative outlook.

Someones negative outlook on life and the world, can have them lost in spirit, lost in the world, lost in health(both mental and physical), and even lost in self.

There is a reason I believe the remainder of the verse says, its better to walk around with only one eye than to have your whole body tainted.  If one is living in negativity, speaking gloom and despair ; they are not only poisoning themselves, but others around them that listen to such talk. 

There is a large contrast with delusional and hopeful. 

There is a large contrast from foolish and trusting.

There is a large contrast of faithless and full of faith.

 If one is living with a dark view of the world or circumstances, how can that person see the light of God?

In most cases, that person can not.  That person is blocking out God’s word, God’s ways, God’s plans for their life.

For those that are feeling lost in this/ a dark place; please ask God to remove the veil from your eyes on any and every situation that may need removed. In order to grow in a closer relationship with him.

30. “If your right hand causes you to sin; cut it off”.  It's better to lose just one hand than for you to have your whole body go into Hell.

Surprisingly, none of my Study Bibles go into detail explaining this verse, nor link this verse to others.  This has me wondering; why not?  Have been in pray regarding this verse for the pass several days.  The question I have been asking God is, what or how we apply this verse to our lives in todays’s terms.  Below is what I was guided to:

What are we reaches for?

What are we holding on to?

What are we carrying?

If what we are reaching out for is not of God; then we are not reaching for the right things.

If what one is holding onto, is keeping us from moving forward; let it go.

If we are carrying the weight of any sin; release that weight.

If we have accepted Yeshua Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior; we are free.

If we hold on to Yeshua, hope, pray, fast, and are active Christian’s; we too are being held.

If we carry God’s love with us every where we go; are crooked roads are made straight.

Let us reach out for our Yeshua, as the woman who reached out touching Yeshua cloak.  

Let us hold on to the promises of God, as Daniel did in the lions den.

This us carry the Holy Spirit with us in our hearts. So much so everyone who comes into contact with us will have no choice, but to see the love of God in our eyes.

 Let us pray 

God today, we come to you in prayer.  We ask for our hearts and minds to be washed cleaned with the blood of Yeshua.  We ask that we be guided into knowing what is truly from and of you.  We ask that those who are not truly for us be removed from our lives.  We ask for those who come to you with a humble and giving heart; turn over to you fully. 

As always we, pray the evil ones be cast to the feet of Yeshua for judgement, so they can no longer harm your people. God, we pray for those world wide furthering your kingdom here on earth. We pray for the safety and guidance of all the Prophets. We pray for the protection of our Leaders who are truly of you and doing your work here on earth.

God, we pray for POTUS, Q, Q+++, and Patriots world wide that are fighting to rid this world of those who seek to destroy your agenda. I pray God keeps everyone safe and blessed.

In Yeshua wonderful name.

Amen.

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New Moon in Scorpio, November 7th, 2018 ~ Feminine Healing

New Moon in Scorpio, November 7th, 2018 ~ Feminine Healing,

FCGCT Commentary: We are moving from the mind, to the Heart... not the balancing of the two. The mind conflicts with the Heart, and is the cause for imbalance, pain, fear, suffering and more. It is the Heart and Brain which work in harmony together. The mind... the ego, blocks the Heart, as it Edges God Out. It is the Heart and Brain which work in harmony to allow Balanced Harmonics, your Divine Blueprint. Let go of the mind, and solely flow from the Heart, connected to the Unified Heart in Unity Consciousness.

New Moon in Scorpio, November 7th, 2018 ~ Feminine Healing

By Natalia Alba

If I go into the place in myself that is love, and you go into the place in yourself that is love, we are together in love. Then you and I are truly in love, the state of being love. That’s the entrance to Oneness. That’s the space I entered when I met my guru. ~ Ram Dass

Beloved Light Emissaries, 

In a time in which bringing deep transformation within, and in all aspects of our life, is essential, for the ones who have consciously chosen a path of constant growth, and hence, change, we are blessed with a renovating New Moon at 15 degrees Scorpio. This Moon presents us with the opportunity to embrace transformation in all aspects of our lives, especially in our relationships, for if we do not begin to dissolve what can no longer coexist with who we have become, we could not sustain the new reality that we are so eager to manifest.

As you know, the Fixed sign of Scorpio is ruled by two of the most powerful Planets, Mars and Pluto. Mars gives us the fiery and Warrior-like energy that we need to initiate the proper changes in our lives. While Pluto - a Planet that is all about power, regeneration and rebirth - activates the necessary shift that needs to occur for us to transform all that is not working - helping us to dissolve our inner struggles, as often all outer conflicts are just a reflection of our inner ones.

As I share may times, the Moon is not as we have been told/taught, and even though this subject is a deep one and everyone shall obtain this information from within, I would like to shed some light upon the Moon. For when I share about the Moon, it is not from the usual 3D perspective, but from a more profound view. 

The Moon, as many of you already know, is an artificial satellite, whose function, unlike many think, has not been precisely to protect us or help us to awake our intuitive channels. On the contrary, it has been brought by the dark forces, eons ago, and it has served as a base from where they manipulated not just our Planet but humans - distorting our feminine/sexual centers, higher senses - chakras - as well as other channels that connected us with our cosmic lineage.

When I share about the Moon, I mainly refer to the essence of it with other planetary alignments, for it is all about the true nature of events what matters more than what we have been programmed to believe about a certain planet or cosmic encounter. This is why it is so important that we consciously connect with the essence of the stellar bodies, before invoking, impulsively or unconsciously, the Moon or any other planetary body, for we may be making contact with essences or beings that are not aligned with who we are, the Law of One, and hence, with our real purpose of making this cosmic connection.

In a general perspective, this Moon has very good aspects, as it will trine Neptune, the Planet of Intuition and Dreams, we have a very feminine essence we could use to enhance our creativity. On the other hand, this Moon will also make a positive aspect to Pluto, which will give us the power we need for us to transform what is required, so we can bring forth our soul creations and deepest inspirations. 

However, the essence of this Moon in Scorpio goes beyond being creative, for it is also a time for us to go deeper into our inner realms and bring into the surface all that remains hidden for our conscious mind - bringing synthesis to the aspects of us that still dwell in pain, separation and illusion. This is a time, especially with Venus "retrograde" to find all the love we tend to search outside ourselves within, and restore the first, and most important, relationship of all, the one with our own selves. 

As ascending souls, the majority of us, have dwelled in darkness, feeling unloved and unappreciated, when in truth, we were the ones not truly, and unconditionally, loving, and accepting ourselves. This is one of the most important imbalances to heal, if we desire to evolve and hold a higher frequency within and in our relationships. There is no one else that can fulfill our empty voids, if we do begin the inner work of feeling whole and healed, first. 

Due to the feminine essence from this Moon, we have the gift to work with our feminine/sexual Force and traumatic experiences that have damaged our sexual centers, causing profound imbalances that are impeding us to have balanced relationships, express our feelings as well as maintain intimate relationships, which is always a physical representation of the love for ourselves, and inner fusion, we first must accomplished so we can be able to give the other this same love. 

At this time when we are about to end a human year and another macro cycle of our evolutionary path, it is vital that we begin to let go of the old and work on the conscious dissolution of everything that still bonds us to our past. As the decisions made, at this transitional time, will be the ones that will construct the next phase of our journey, and if we do not desire to see the same old patterns, people or situations, it is our choice to begin releasing all that we are still feeding, whether consciously or unconsciously. 

Releasing or letting go the old, does not just refer to our past relationships, habits and situations, but to our regrets, guilty feelings and painful ones. We must let go of all that disempowers us, and all that we keep feeding with the egoic excuse of how others treated us, in the past, which I know it sounds hard, for many have had unspeakable experiences, and I include myself. However, the truth is that no one has ever done anything to us, and that as soon as we realized this and understand that even though our experiences were wrong without measure and painful, it had a purpose and they/we helped each other’s much more than we can imagine.  

Some of us have been abused, by unconscious partners. Others have suffered other abuses, by mentally ill and dark people, and even though at some point they will be forgiven, will condemn themselves to experience profound and terrible pain for eons. And for us, as ascending souls, our only way out is to recognize our Divine Power, and strength within, and use it to embrace our inner child and all the aspects of us that have been deeply damaged and that need to remember of the love that we are, of the love that we All, in Essence, are. 

Our mission, as conscious beings who are evolving, and embodying more Love, is not to judge them or punish ourselves, for it was never our fault, but to focus not on all the unlove we experienced, but on the love that we are and can give to begin change this dense frequency. As even though in this human plane, some have completely forgotten what true love is, as it shall be, in a world of polarities, others, like us, have chosen to come as a reminder of what the power of unity can do for All. 

Another gift from this Moon in Scorpio, as I shared at the beginning, is its strong connection with Neptune, which not only help us with our creative gifts but with our connection to a Higher Intelligence - giving us the opportunity to align, and co-create with this Eternal Force, to retrieve more guidance about who we are and what we can do to be of further assistance.

As starseed souls and new earth seeds, our path is not a path to please the egoic self, but to master it. We did not come here to simply experience a human realm, which is equal to any other choice. However, our path is one of selfless service to All, without making any differences, and while others may be enjoying the pleasures of living a human existence, some of us are anchoring, in our unique way, the new frequencies received, outside, whether it is cold, hot or in any other conditions, or whether we are doing it accompanied by other soul mates or "alone".

Our journey was never about us, but about All. When we understand the importance of unity, when we begin to disassociate ourselves with just being an individualized aspect of God, with being All, is when our true path of service begins, and when our soul finally descends our soul true mission, into our human self, for we are ready now to fulfill the destiny that the Divine orchestrated with us.

This is a Moon, and a cosmic gift, for us to embrace ourselves. For we are all moving in an eternal dance of embracing and letting it all go. We are just beginning to remember only to choose to forget, again, if necessary, and come back to be of assistance. We are not here to judge others and less ourselves, for things that we cannot comprehend, with our limited minds. We are here to remember the power of love, unity and compassion.

The more we fight to embrace these three Powers, the only real ones, the more we will remain in our own shadows. It is all what we choose to experience, and it is not our task, as sovereign beings who are conscious and remember the nature of our human existence, to judge or compare ourselves in any way to others and their unique, and sacred, journey.

Our mission is only one of bringing back the lost essence of what living in an authentic and loving reality, truly feels like. Our only aim shall be to shine our lights, as Source desires, independently of what others have chosen to do with their own human experience. Nothing is our concern but our own energy. Nothing shall trouble us except where we choose to put our power.

Do you choose to direct your power to assist others whether the circumstances are in your favor or not? Do you choose to shine your loving essence, with everyone, and in everywhere, even though your human self cannot understand where you are? Or do you choose to just be loving at a certain time or with specific people simply because is more convenient or with the excuse that you too deserve to only be with people who resonate with you?

Whatever you choose is what you need to experience to grow in love, which is what we are mastering, at this time, as Venus is reminding us. You could never choose anything that is not going to bring you back to love, for it is what you are, and the more you try to be selective with situations, environments and people, the more you will be testing yourself to love them All, whether they resonate or not, for within a dual reality, you could never escape of the Divine Gift of loving All as equal, no matter how far you decide to go, all will be an opportunity for you to become the LoveLight being that you are.

What is your conscious choice at this moment?  Do you choose to dwell in love or in separation?

Beloved Ones, no matter what you choose, know you are and will be, always, immensely loved and appreciated without measure. Do not beat yourselves down for past mistakes. Do not punish yourselves. For the Divine knows no unlove, judgment or any other form of human illusion, it is you the only one choosing to create it.

I wish you all a loving, healing and blessed New Moon. Remember to remain in the Illumined, Wise and Powerful Essence of your Soul, Beloved Companions!

In love, light and service ∞

Natalia Alba

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