#forgive me i am a sinner part 1

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Forgive Me, I Am A Sinner  {1}* {Two-Shot}

Title: Forgive Me I Am a Sinner {1}* {Two Shot} 

Someone x Reader

Words: 2.9k

Warning: Play on the church confessional, Cursing, Adult themes, Mild crude language/discussion, Mild NSFW(Toward end), Mistaken Identity

Summary: You have some things to get off your chest and end up walking into a church.

Note: So, this might be mildly taboo for some, if it is for you, don’t read, I’ll understand. While I don’t think I took it too far in someone’s eyes it could be blasphemous. Again, don’t read if you feel it may offend you. Nothing lewd but be warned. Don’t come to me with your complaints. They will fall on deaf ears and be met with a quick delete. I don’t think it’s bad but 🤷🏽‍♀️

  ***NOT EDITED/Proofread***

-You-

“Forgive me lord for I have sinned. It's been...never since my last confession. I've never done this. Yep, I'm a virgin. Well with confessions otherwise I am soooo not a virgin. The things this body has done, these eyes have seen, these hands have touched, and this mouth has had in it...yikes. Not a virgin. Oh god, I probably shouldn't have said that in a church with a priest across from me. Shit. I probably shouldn't have cursed in the house of God either. Oh, fuck."

You facepalmed then sighed already fed up with yourself. You didn’t know what was wrong with you or why your mouth was still moving and allowing words to pass through. Yes, you were nervous and most of it were nervous ramblings you’d always done but now was not the time to be censor free.

 "I'm going to hell, aren't I?”

 Silence. There weren’t even breathing sounds. Either there was no one there or the guy across from her was weighing his options speaking to an actual heathen. You leaned a litter closer to the wooden screen peppered with small holes that was separating the two booths.

 "Uh...priest guy? Padre? Father? Oh, great even God's messenger sees the heathen in me and has run for the hills to tell the lord this sheep has steered far from the flock. Definitely going to hell."

 You hung your head in disappointment.

 "For all the scripture that has been written about the heavenly trio, the father, the son, and the holy spirit, I doubt they would be so quick as to damn one of their flock."

 You could hear the humor in his voice, and it made you pause. Were priests supposed to have a sense of humor? It did sound like a biblical joke so maybe that wasn’t weird.

 "I think you are being too harsh on yourself," the voice on the other side followed up.

 "You do?"

 "Yes. Also, heathen in quite harsh."

 You giggled nervously. However, those nerves were dwindling with every joke he cracked. There was something soothing about his husky voice that sounded like he was half asleep and just awakened from a quick nap.  "That is what I feel like whenever I muster up the courage to speak to him about this."

 "Start from the beginning."

 "Are you sure it's okay for me to be telling you all this in a church nonetheless?"

 Silence. Was he actually thinking if it was okay? You circled your thumbs and waited for him to speak but when he didn’t you leaned closer again.

 "Hello?"

 “You came here because you needed help. You came here looking for answers and acceptance. You will find all 3 here. So, let's begin again. Trust me I've heard it all."

 You sighed relieved by his welcoming words. You then nodded and mustered even more courage. "Okay. Forgive me lord for I have sinned I've never confessed before.

 "What is your sin?"

 "Lust."

 The silence stretched for so long then the person on the other side of the screen cleared their throat.

 "Lust. Go on. How are you lustful?"

 His voice was even deeper than before.

 "I like sex--like I really, really like sex. I know the bible leans more on sex for procreation and marital health, but I am not married, and I have no plans for children. So, for me, sex is something that feels good, better than good, amazing especially if it is done right and the person I am with understands a woman's body and needs."

 The silence returned but only for a few moments. "Ehm, I'm listening."

 "Lately I've been feeling unfulfilled."

 "Sexually?"

 "Yes, mainly. I have a great career, amazing friends, wonderful family, and a life I love but when it comes to sex it's just not cutting it. The guy I've been seeing..."

 "Boyfriend?"

 He sounded disappointed and that made you pause. Why would he sound disappointed? You explained it away deciding that he was disappointed in it not being a husband or fiancé.

 "You mentioned you were not married just trying to get a better understanding," he clarified.

 "Oh. Not really. We see each other whenever we have an--itch."

 "For sex. Understood."

 "You sound very chill about this father."

 "I am simply here to listen and never to judge--my child. This is the house of the lord, and all are welcome to be who they are and lay down their burdens. That is the lord I represent."

 He sounded like the cool youth pastor that was written about in some YA novels. The one who would create raps for G.O.D. You stifled a laugh at the thought.

 "Wow, that's really cool. Anyway, he's very...vanilla. Whenever we meet--. Wait should I explain what vanilla is? Um...well."

 "No need," he quickly interrupted.

 "Really?"

 "Uh...I am what I am now, but I was not born a priest."

 His unexpected answer had you snort loudly before a laugh escaped you. "Well go on then fuck it up, father. Damn no, I didn't mean that."

 He heartily chuckled. "It's alright. Go on"

 "He's vanilla and never really knows what I need and rarely ever do I cum. I mean reach completion."

 "Then why are you wasting your time with someone like that?"

 "Uh...well...ummm...I am very picky with who I spend my time with. When I said that I like sex, it didn't mean I was some chick who sleeps around with anybody with the right body part."

 "Of course not. I didn't mean to imply that. I'm sorry."

 "No, it's cool."

 "For the record, I didn't think that of you anyway."

 "Okay. Thanks. It's just most guys are insensitive assholes who think if a woman likes sex and pleasure then they must be easy and DTF anyone."

 "Guys like that are the ones who should be offed and sent straight to hell."

 "Preach it, father.”

 It took some time for his words to make full impact, but after a few moments, they did. “Wait shouldn't you say they are also God's children and just need to be steered to the righteous path?"

 "You sound well versed in the priesthood."

 "Movies."

 He laughed again and it sounded so welcoming that you laughed with him.

 "Please continue. He doesn't satisfy you."

 "No. I thought I could handle it and finish myself off or something but tonight I couldn't."

 "Did you just have sex tonight?"

 "Yes. I guess that's another sin you have to forgive me for."

 "And you are unfulfilled."

 "Yes. So unfulfilled. My bullet couldn't even take care of this, not even my rabbit, hell not even the usual porn I watch."

 The silence across the way was deafening and you noticed. It was like you’d become hypersensitive to quietness since sitting in this booth. Suddenly he groaned as if in pain.

 "Are you okay father?"

 He groaned again then took a few breaths. Through the tiny holes in the screen, you could only make out a head turned down, everything else was shadows. "Completely.”

 It came out hoarse, strangled. “Ehm...continue.”

 "Uh, so I facetimed him and decided to tell him what I need and even some things I would be into, and he laughed and had the most freaked out look on his face. He said it wasn't normal and I shouldn't tell anyone about it again. Like he made me feel crazy and so--dirty."

 "Uh-huh. For better context. What are these preferences--my child?"

 You twiddled your thumbs then uncrossed your ankles only to cross them again. "I don't know if I should say them now. You might say the same thing."

 "No. I would never. Remember I said my place is not to judge and I am here to help?"

 You took a deep breath and tried to calm those nerves that were beginning to creep up again. After another breath you began.

 "I um...I told him I want to be tied up while he takes all control and completely ruins me. I told him I wanted to try doing it while others watched that him being so gentle is a turn-off and I wouldn't mind some teeth or nail marks on me. I can see myself being into BDSM and get turned on by dominance and submission. I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars. I want to be weak in the knees unable to walk, sore throat can't talk, eyes full of tears, chin covered in slobber, delirious with pleasure until I squirt and then pass out to do it again. I want him to know my body and what it needs better than I do. I want dirty, nasty, rough, hot passionate sex I'll never forget."

 The silence this time was so heavy so filled with the charge of excitement and arousal. You didn't know why you were slightly turned on finally getting it all out, especially to a priest in a church of all places. Hell, you didn't even know why you had come in here in the first place. The idea of confessional had always creeped you out for some reason. Telling a stranger your secret sin. It felt so vulnerable.

 "Shit. Surely I should burst into flames for all that right? First in line on the locomotive to hell? I shouldn't have said all that."

 "Are you ashamed of these desires? Do you wish to be rid of them?"

 "He made me feel ashamed."

 "Fuck him. Are you ashamed?"

 "Father?"

 "Answer me.”

 His voice was serious, and authoritative now. “Look inside yourself and answer truthfully."

 You did as he said and took some time and truly listened to yourself and everything that was going off inside you right now. Among everything, the uncertainty, the excitement, and the confusion nowhere inside of her did you feel ashamed. Not at all.

 "No. I'm not ashamed."

 "Do you wish to be rid of them?"

 "No," you replied with a little more confidence.

 "Good. You should be unapologetically you. You should not allow others to make you feel small or shameful for who you are, what you want, or what you deserve. You deserve all of that. You deserve to be sexually fulfilled and happy in all avenues of your life. We all only have one to live and restricting ourselves from true happiness is not doing service to someone, it does a disservice to ourselves."

 You sat there thinking over his words and gained confidence from each of them. He sounded as if he spoke from experience.

 "Is this your first day as a priest? I don't think you should tell parishioners to sin more to live a fulfilled life if you truly want to gain access to heaven."

 He snorted. "It is my first day doing this, but I stand by my words."

 You sat there noting your nerves had melted away and your confused state had turned to one of mellowness. You didn’t feel in a war with yourself anymore. Perhaps this was why others did this.

 "Do you feel better?"

 "Yes."

 "Good, then my work is done."

 "Wait shouldn't you give me instructions to repent like a Hail Mary or ten or something?"

 "Will it ensure you do not sin again?"

 Snorting, you replied, "Probably not."

 "Then you are free to step out of here and live your life with one piece of advice."

 "What's that?"

 "Drop that pathetic loser you're seeing. You can do so much better little lamb."

 The doors on the other side opened but you didn't register it until nearly a minute had passed. When you stepped out and looked in the opposite booth from sheer curiosity, it was empty with no priest inside.

 "Little lamb? What kind of priest was that?"

  ~~~~~~~

 -Him-

4 hours later and he was still solid as a brick hard.

 "Fuck!”

 He palmed himself yet again then squeezed hoping to relieve some of the ache there but no luck and no relief. He shoved his hand under his head and stared up through the glass roof of his skylight at the night sky. It was clear without a cloud in sight allowing the stars to really shine.

 "I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars."

 His cock throbbed so forcefully it could be seen through his now too tight pajama bottoms. Glancing down, he groaned exasperatedly.

 "Come on. It’s not funny anymore."

 He knew he shouldn’t have gone into that confessional. He knew he should have found somewhere else to wait for his manager as he spoke with the priest of the church he was donating a large amount of money to because of his connection to some of the kids he'd encountered the weekend before.

 He'd gone at that time because he was sure it would be empty and there would be no stray photos of him leaked. Donating money was no fun when everyone knew you'd done it. He liked the incognito life. He just wanted somewhere that had zero chance of him bumping into someone. No way did he expect someone to drop into the other side of the confessional and no way did he expect that someone to have that kind of confession.

 He closed his eyes as he recalled the little slivers of her face. Plum painted lips that looked full, a cute nose, skin that looked incredibly soft, and eyes that called to him. From the small perforations in the wood, he would classify you as a fucking goddess.

 Once you began your confession he should have interrupted and set the record straight but there was something about your voice that held him in place, silencing him. He’d picked up the distress in it, the frustration and uncertainty. Then the more he listened he fell under some spell. When she mentioned her definite non virgin status, he was way past curious. Maybe that’s what possessed him to answer her when she asked if he was there.

 "Curiosity," he muttered mulling over it.

 He thought over your entire confession and within seconds his cock throbbed again. Without even realizing it his hand had drifted into his pajama bottoms and was now wrapped around his engorged length.

 "Fuck!"

 "I want to be tied up while he takes all control and completely ruins me. I wanted to try doing it while others watched, that him being so gentle is a turn-off and I wouldn't mind some teeth or nail marks on me. I can see myself being into BDSM and get turned on by dominance and submission. I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars. I want to be weak in the knees unable to walk, sore throat can't talk, eyes full of tears, chin covered in slobber, delirious with pleasure until I squirt and then pass out to do it again. I want him to know my body and what it needs better than I do. I want dirty, nasty, rough, hot passionate sex I'll never forget."

 "Uggh. Uggh. Uggh. Fuuuuuck."

 His hand moved so fast he was sure it was going faster than the speed of light. It had to have been. His groans, moans and grunts filled the space as he raced toward a finish he imagined would go across her beautiful face or her breasts he couldn’t see but was convinced were equally as gorgeous as her aura. Within seconds, his back angled off the bed as if whatever had possessed him earlier was finally exiting his body and being pulled into the air.

 "Holy fuck!”

 The white spots that decorated his vision made it impossible to see anything and in that moment he didn’t care. He was only focused on the amazing feelings coursing through him. When he finally regained some motion and sense he glanced down and found stream after stream of his release decorating his chest, pelvis, and pajama bottoms.

 "Ah shit. Come on! Haven't had to jerk myself off since I was twenty fucking years old, and one confessional tipped me over the edge? Unfuckinbelievable!”

 Not in a rush to get up and filled with frustration, he looked back to his skylight at the glittering stars and thought of the side profile of her face. Within seconds, he felt himself harden again and it was then he knew his cock was not done. He was in for a long night.

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Homestuck characters at a 100 Gecs concert (headcanons)

Dave, an "ironic" enjoyer of their music who pitched the idea. He likes when it's unintelligible.

Terezi, an unironic fan of 100 gecs (sinner) who was VERY on board with the idea.

June, brought along against her will by Terezi (<3< type shit)

Karkat, there because Dave is there (<3 type shit)

Vriska, also dragged along by Terezi (<3<) "against her will" but is THE 100 gecs fan, plus June will be there (<3)

Nepeta, who came to keep her shipping charts up to date. The music is nice though.

Aradia also enjoys the parts where it becomes unintelligible noises. Big fan of the noise.

Equius is there because Nepeta asked him to come.

Eridan and Sollux both hate it but go anyways because they like complaining and being miserable together (idk maybe <3< or something)

Gamzee is banned from attending concerts due to previous events (he gets to stay home with the other, saner people)

Everyone else stayed home probably

Forgive me for any mischaracterizations. It's 1 am and I am tired.

[ppystkposts]

Thoughts | Thomato

part 1

A/N: This is my first fic, so please be gentle. It's very short, I hope to get you guys opinion on this

warning: tickle (duh)

words: 436

Thoma didn’t know what he was feeling. I mean, he knew it, but was tried to reject the butterflies he felt everytime his master needed his help.

At first, he thought maybe it was just because he had never dated anyone before, but he realized maybe it wasn't simple like that. His mind were just 'Ayato, Ayato, Ayato. '

Was it maybe a kink......? No, he never had those thoughts with Ayaka.

Whatever was it, It was getting a bit out of hand.

Ayato was working, as always, in his room since it was near bedtime. Thoma was cleaning, per usual, but he couldn't help the glaze to his master, 'why's he so handsome? no, more than that, he's absolutely stunning...If I could tackle him down, I would use his feather pen to trace over his muscular body. He would squirm at the tinglish feeling .T-thoma...." and call my name.'

.....

'WHAT

Now, what are you thinking of your own master Thoma? He gave you everything and unlike the other 'masters' he speaks to you with a gentle voice and treats you so well. If you ever tried to tickle him, he would never forgive you, you sinner.'

"Thoma?" Ayato cut his thoughts

"Yes, master?!" He promptly answered as his heartbeat increased a bit more.

"I was wondering if you could help me with this..." Ayato pointed at the pile of papers near him as he knew Thoma didn’t have much knowledge in politics.

"Of course!" The man quietly sat down near his master and began to organize the papers.

'That scared me, just if Master Ayato could read my thoughts. .. I don't know if I would be more or less embarrassed by not speaking with words. But look at him again. His handwriting is perfect, I don't even have much to do in here.

Hm....? what is this'

Ayato was now hugging Thoma from behind and his hands traveling the servant sensitive torso as he said

"Thoma, I noticed"

What????? what did he notice? "Y-yes?"

"You were staring at me. What were you thinking?"

"N-n nothing master, p-please" DID 'MASTER NOTICE I WAS HAVING DIRTY THOUGHTS?'

"Oh really, I think you're not being sincere to me." '??!!!'

Now, It really began. Ayato used his short fingernails to send electric ticklish shocks through Thoma's stomach and torso. Everything was happening so quickly that he didn't even have time to try and catch Ayato's hands.

'Why is master tickling me, why he's so good at this too?' Thoma had so many questions with no answer at all.

"M-mahahaster plehehease dohont" Thoma cried

"Please don't what, tickle you? But you're not being a good boy, don't you think that's a good punishment?" he asked as he continued the assault now moving to Thoma's sides."NAHahaHA I'm SOHOHrRY"

"If you're sorry, tell me the truth," the tickle stopped.

Thoma was breathing heavily and using the time to try and formulate the right words. 'What am I supposed to say?'

[cicimunson]

Ruin Me Part 4

Series Summary: Eddie is obsessed with you, but tries to hide it because he knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t want to corrupt you or risk your friendship.

Chapter Summary: You and Eddie almost get caught. When you lie to get out of trouble, Eddie realizes just how much he's changed you.

Characters: Eddie Munson x Virgin Female Reader, Y/N's father (unnamed for now)

Warnings: Sexual situations in a church (don't judge me), angst (I'm sorry, I'm gonna fix it!)

Word Count: 1.7k

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

"Eddie, stop. We're supposed to be studying." You giggle as he nuzzles into your neck.

"I am studying, sweet girl. You're my favorite subject." He murmurs, kissing your jaw.

"That's so corny." You tease.

"Mhm, but it's true. I could pass a quiz about you any day." He flicks his tongue over your earlobe, earning him a low whine.

“You think so?”

“Oh baby, I know so. Your body sings to me. Tell me all its secrets. Can’t you hear it?”

He nips your collarbone and you gasp, your fingers tangling into his hair.

You make out a little longer, lingering touches and soft kisses and breathy little sighs. Eddie takes his time, taking extra care to be gentle with you. He’d never forgive himself if he accidentally bruised up your perfect skin.

"I gotta leave soon. I promised my dad I'd clean the congregation area at the church before services tomorrow."

Eddie sighs. "Leaving so soon, hmm?"

"You could come with me."

"I think I'd burst into flames the minute I darkened the doorway." He quips.

You giggle. "Come on, it won't take long. I could use the company."

"Your dad won't mind?'

"He won't be there. He's at home preparing for his sermon."

"Fine, but if I catch on fire-"

"I'll put you out." You kiss his nose. "Promise."

Eddie drives you, his hand resting on your thigh the entire drive. You arrive at the church and pull out your keys, unlocking the front door and leading Eddie inside.

He helps you take a box of cleaning supplies from the closet. You start to work, dusting the pews, polishing the podium. Eddie watches as you move around the room, wiping down various paintings and crucifix statues.

You run a vacuum across the floor, Eddie lifting his feet when you pass by him. He grabs your waist and pulls you into his lap, making you shriek and giggle.

He presses a kiss behind your ear. "So domestic, sweet girl. You look so cute doing your little chores."

"I'm almost done." You promise, hurrying through the rest of your tasks. Eddie continues to watch you, feeling his cock twitch when you bend over in your short skirt to pick up the vacuum cord.

You put up all the cleaning supplies and Eddie stands up, more than ready to go.

To his surprise, you kneel at the altar.

"What are you doing?"

"I always pray before I leave." You explain, crossing your fingers and placing your hands in your lap.

Eddie's eyes widen. You look so angelic like this, on your knees, your head tucked to your chin. So submissive.

He kneels behind you, brushing your hair off your shoulder as he kisses your temple.

"What are you praying for, angel?" He asks softly.

"Different things. Health and happiness for my family and friends, forgiveness for any sins I've committed."

"My baby, a sinner? Perish the thought."

"We all sin, Eddie."

He runs a hand down your back, making you shiver.

"Is that right, sweet girl? You've sinned this week?" His hand slips lower, squeezing your ass cheek. You let out a little moan.

"Answer me, baby. Did you sin?"

"I did." You whisper, your cheeks turning red. 

"What did you do? Did you tell a lie?"

"No, nothing like that."

"Then what?" His hand drifts under the back of your skirt, caressing your ass through your panties.

"I had…I had impure thoughts." You whisper.

"About?"

You blush even more. "You."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm." You gasp as he tugs your panties down slightly.

"I'm flattered, angel. Go on, finish your prayers."

You close your eyes and resume praying in your head.

Eddie pushes your lower back gently, and you topple forward, catching yourself on your elbows. "Eddie, what are you doing?"

"Worshiping, angel."

"I don't think-"

"Shh, keep praying." He admonishes you. "You need to finish."

His hand slides between your legs and he runs a finger down your slit before plunging it inside you. You gasp, your hips rocking backwards.

Eddie strokes your clit with his thumb, his finger pumping into and out of you.

You clench around his finger, a low whine escaping your lips.

"Keep praying, sweet girl." He encourages, his breathing becoming ragged as he watches you struggle to keep your composure. His other hand undoes his jeans, pulling out his cock and stroking it.

He runs it through your folds, biting his fist at the feeling of your warm wetness on his cock. He can't fuck you, not just yet, not here.

"I'm done praying." You whisper.

"I'm not done worshiping though." He murmurs. "Can I finish?"

You nod. "Of course."

He rubs the tip of his cock over your clit, grinning when you moan and spread your legs further for him.

"Good girl." He praises, working his cock against your little nub as he strokes himself faster.

Your breathy little signs become loud gasps and groans, the sound filling the room as you start to cum. You cry out, your wetness seeping from your cunt and coating his dick.

Eddie jerks himself a few more times before angling his dick downward and cumming into your panties.

He kisses your ass, one cheek and then the other, then pulls your panties back up.

The thought of his cum rubbing against you is beyond arousing, and he jerks you back against him, giving you a bruising kiss.

You cup his cheek, kissing him deeply.

Eddie breaks the kiss after a few minutes, feeling his cock start to stir again.

"Are you ready to go, angel?"

You nod. "I'm ready."

You two stroll hand-in-hand out the door. Eddie is helping you into his van when your father pulls up, looking furious.

He gets out of his car and strolls over, his face red with rage.

"Young lady, is there a reason you had this boy in the church with you? Mrs. Wilder from across the street thought it her Godly duty to call and let me know you were fraternizing with a boy in the parking lot!"

Eddie clenches his fists at his sides, his eyes narrowing.

You quickly step in-between them.

"Daddy, you're being rude! I've been tutoring Eddie and he offered to help me clean today as a thank you! That's all. He's been a big help, and a complete gentleman!"

He frowns, looking unconvinced. "If you're lying to me, young lady-"

"You think I would dishonor you by lying?" Your bottom lip quivers. "Is that really what you think of me, Daddy?"

Eddie is slightly shocked by the performance you’re putting on. He hadn’t realized his sweet angel was capable of lying like this, of being manipulative. Have you learned this from him?

Your father takes one look at your sad expression and immediately backtracks. "No, no, of course not. I know I'm raising a good girl. You can understand my alarm, though, when I got a phone call that you were with a strange man."

"Eddie is my friend, Daddy."

Your father gives him an up-and-down lookover. "I see. Well, come on now, it's almost time for supper."

"I left my books at Eddie's."

"I'm sure he can bring them to school for you on Monday."

"I need them to study, Daddy."

"We can go get her books and I'll bring her straight home after, sir." Eddie offers.

Your dad frowns, thinking it over, and finally nods. "You'll bring her straight home, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

He looks hesitant but gets into his car and leaves.

You breathe a sigh of relief. 

Eddie helps you into the van then gets in the driver's seat. He's quiet the entire ride to his house. You can't tell if he's thinking or mad or something else entirely, and you stay silent too, because deep down you don't wanna know.

Eddie pulls into his drive. "Go get your books."

You go inside and collect your stuff, disappointed that he didn't want to come in and fool around some more. Maybe he thinks you don't have enough time.

You get back in the van and Eddie drives you home, still not saying anything. When you pull up in your driveway, you unbuckle and lean over to kiss him. He turns his head away and you feel your heart snap.

"Eddie?"

"If your dad had gotten there five minutes earlier, he'd have caught us."

"So we won't do stuff like that anymore where we can get caught. Private places only."

"It's not just that."

"What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

He sighs. "Yes, and no. You were trying to calm your dad down, I get it, but…"

"But, what?"

He turns in his seat to face you. "You lied to him so easily, Y/N. You didn't ever hesitate."

"And you're judging me for that? For a lie I told to keep my dad from attacking you?"

"You wouldn't have had to lie if it wasn't for me."

"It wasn't even a lie, not really! I do help you study, and you did come to help out."

"Bending the truth is still a lie."

He won’t meet your eyes, looking down at the steering wheel and avoiding your gaze. It makes your heart hurt.

"So now that I'm not a perfect little saint, you don't want me?" You ask softly, terrified of the answer.

He sighs. "It's not like that. I don't like the person you're turning into because of me. It's my fault."

Your temper flares. "We always come back to this! You are not some wicked person corrupting me! I'm so sick of this conversation."

"Have you ever lied to your dad before?" Eddie asks. "Tell me. When have you ever lied to him before now?"

You don't respond.

"That's what I thought."

"Eddie-"

"I can't do this anymore. I can't."

You blink back tears. "You're serious?"

He nods slowly. "I'm doing this for you. I know you don't see it that way, but I swear I'm just trying to do what's right."

You don't have the energy to argue with him. You're so tired of having the same argument. He's always gonna see himself as your corruptor. And maybe he is.

"Fine, Eddie, whatever. I gotta get inside."

"I'm sorry." He mumbles.

"You sure are." You get out and slam his door.

Eddie watches you stomp up the walk and go inside. Part of him wants to chase after you, to tell you he didn't mean it, that he takes it all back.

The other part of him knows that letting you go is the best thing he could ever do for you. And that's the part he chooses to listen to as he drives away.

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tell me about celene and mythal. TELL ME ABOUT CELENE AND MYTHAL! TELL ME ABOUT CELENE AND MYTHAL!!! TELL ME ABOUT CELENE AND MYTHAL!!!!!! TELL ME ABOUT CELENE AND MYTHAL!!!!!

tell me about celene and mythal. please.

please.

I- well, I assume this is about that fantastic Morrigan post that @ammoniteflesh did that I butted in with my ceaseless love about Orlais? I can do that. Settle in, it's a long boi.

Spoilers for The Masked Empire, if you haven't read it (and you should) then this probably won't make much sense. And spoilers for pretty much everything else in DA, tbh.

More under the cut.

The Andraste parallels.

Basically, just copy-paste everything that links Mythal and Andraste in this section. This is a great post/example, though I don't think they are the same, rather just the same story repeating. But TLDR: Betrayal, Heartache, Justice, etc etc etc. I think this is a popular theory I am not going to go much deeper into it.

Celene is compared to Andraste multiple times throughout The Masked Empire. In the play (End-ish of Chapter 5), by Briala (early-ish Chapter 5), and the whole Empress of Fire (both song and the Burning of Halamshiral) debacle. Not only that, but Celene has some genuine thoughts, intentions, and actions about reforming Orlais that are close to what Andraste was doing; they are both trying to reform an imperialist power, granted in different ways (of course) but the parallels aren't meant to be exact.

Fun add-on: Hilarious that Celene basically destroys herself/her image by (in the Fandom, at least, while in Universe is intact for the most part) setting a fire. Because being set on fire was what finally elevated Andraste. It’s still a point for the parallel, just a contrasting parallel rather than a direct one.

Fun add-on, #2: Andraste is described as being a redhead, even in DAI by Cass I think, but is depicted as a white blonde (like Celene in The Masked Empire’s cover or Flemythal's white hair) in multiple paintings throughout Dragon Age. I don’t know what this means, but it’s a fun detail, nonetheless. 

Justice! (But not really)

Both Celene and Mythal are arbiters of Justice, technically.

Celene as empress doles out justice as she wishes (more or less, see Halamshiral), but more specifically she wants to create a more just society for all Orlesians. Yes, of course, there is still that delightful imperialism there, but it just do be like that sometimes. Mythal is described several times as someone who doles out justice, throughout the games by Codex and Solas. She passes judgement, solves conflicts and was ‘the good one’.

Like the story of Elgar’nan and Falon’Din, where she solved it by each having champions and stopping the start of a devastating war. Sorta like Celene solved the Gaspard/Teagan conflict at the beginning of The Masked Empire (end of Chapter 1).

They can both be fair and reasonable but are also known for taking more harsh paths (i.e.; the slums of Halamshiral and the sinner who took divine form and went to Elgar’nan). They both promised to help the elves, yet they both seem to have ditched that idea; Mythal has done arguably very little for centuries, and Celene, while helping, without Briala is less than radical about it.

The Vengeance thing is here too. Celene is, after all, no saint and actively cannot forgive Gaspard for anything he does. Ever. And is definitely on a ‘war path’ by the end of TME. Mythal, similarly seems to be on a warpath forever for ‘a reckoning that will shake the very heavens’, whatever the hell that means. Also, everything Flemythal says in Origins just screams bitterness and vengeance.

Betrayal

Both of these women have been betrayed by those closest to them.

Celene by her court, her champion (The Masked Empire), her nobles (The Masked Empire and Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts), and both of her cousins (Gaspard and Florianne). Also, arguably, Mantillon betrayed her by ‘manipulating’ her into killing her own servants, but that is a whole 'nother bag to untangle. Oh, and Briala of course, by using Celene’s feelings for her and stealing the ruby during a kiss at the end of The Masked Empire.

FleMythal by her daughter (Morrigan), her husband (Elgar’nan, though if you want to include Flemeth’s here it is also applicable, I guess), her sons (if that’s what Dirthamen and Falon’Din really were?), her fellow ‘Gods’. Oh, and Fen’Harel at the end of DAI, too.

Funny is that both Celene and Mythal when it comes to Briala and Solas’ betrayals are fine with it. Celene completely understands Briala by the end of The Masked Empire, as does Mythal at the end of DAI. And they are both betrayed by Solas and Briala in front of Eluvians Which… yeah.

Another parallel; both Briala and Solas say they must do it for ‘The People’, aka, the elves.

The Rebels

Solas and Briala parallel a lot on their own, but their relationships with Mythal and Celene are fascinating too, as is seeing how Solas/Briala view Mythal/Celene.

Obviously, both of these pairs parallel Shartan/Andraste. Actual mention of this is in the play in The Masked Empire for Celene/Briala (Chapter 5 of TME).

Each pair is obviously fond of one another, likely in different ways - but perhaps not.

Interestingly enough if Solas really was in service to Mythal first (like Cole seems to imply in Trespasser) before he rose to ‘Godhood’ then, like Celene/Briala, the relationship likely started privately and then grew into the public like once Briala became Marquise and Solas became Fen’Harel.

If we take what Cole said, ‘He did not want a body. But she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face’, as it really being about Solas/Mythal then we have another interesting parallel between Briala/Solas and Celene/Mythal.

Celene, arguably, makes Briala into what she is by sending her away after having her parents killed. Felassan helped and, of course, Briala herself is the way she is because she is herself, but Celene is the catalyst for her more abrupt change. Briala does not get a scar when she separates herself from Celene; at least not a physical one. Mythal makes Solas into what he is by asking him to come to her.

Interestingly, it is a contrasting parallel – because Celene lets Briala go while Mythal beacons Solas into her service. Which is super interesting, but that is more about the relationship between Briala/Celene than anything else.

The way both Solas/Briala describe Mythal/Celene in-game;

Briala, if you ask about Celene during the peace, but before you go to the servants' quarters, says: ‘Celene is the voice of reason in the empire…’

Solas, in that final Trespasser cutscene: ‘She [Mythal] was a voice of reason, the best of them, and in their lust for power they killed her.”

Granted, Solas is fonder while Briala is a bit harsher in her assessment, but Solas did ‘kill’ Mythal, and whatever wounds Mythal may have caused (which we will get there) have long passed while Celene and Briala’s breakup is more recent. This means very little but i suspect that much like Celene, Mythal also betrayed Solas twice. Once in the times of Arlathan - like Celene killing Briala's parents. And another in recent times - with the burning of Halamshiral. We don't know about it yet, but that's my bet.

Morrigan

Both Mythal (or Flemythal) and Celene have a protective relationship with Morrigan.

Celene is more of a patron and offers financial support and protection. And the protection seems to be mutual (or supposed to be, if Morrigan didn’t bail in WEWH, lmao). Mythal/Flemythal is well, her mother, who is supposed to protect her but who is trying to possess her.

Both of these relationships seem to range from a little contentious (Celene/Morrigan, if you believe the rumours of a palace servant) to very contentious (Flemythal/Morrigan).

Celene seems to not be as intense as Mythal. Morrigan speaks well of her, and Celene does not try to control her like Mythal did, Celene even ‘lets’ her go out into the world – something baby!Morrigan wanted – with her blessing and her protection. I legit find the relationship between them interesting, despite the arguments that apparently took place, lmao. (I also sorta lowkey ship it, but that’s another conversation).

To give the benefit of the doubt; we don’t know how much Mythal was ‘in charge’ of Flemeth (or if they can even act separately) so Morrigan’s abuse might not be Mythal’s fault. But there is no denying that she was abused and that whatever aspect of Mythal, The Mother there was, it absolutely did not act in Morrigan’s favour.

But that is yet another that has nothing to do with Celene/Mythal and all to do with Morrigan.

Symbols matter (or not)

Mythal fought with the Evanuris and the Valmonts fought the Drakons. A bit more *tinfoil* and a lot more thin, but if the Dragon is the divine form like we suspect from Codex Entry in the Temple of Mythal, then the Valmonts having gone to war with the Drakon line could be another interesting parallel. After all, the Drakons are represented by dragons. There is also, technically, the 'full' title of the quest where Celene appears in:

The Old Gods will call to you, From their Ancient Prisons they will sing. Dragons with wicked eyes and wicked hearts, On blacken'd wings does deceit take flight, The First of My children, lost to night. - Canticle of Silence 3:6

Finally, and this is really silly and not really a parallel and most likely it’s just a fun coincidence, but the name Celene, which comes from the root word ‘Selene’, means ‘Moon’, which, of course, Mythal is the Goddess of.

Unimportant sidenote: I am pettily annoyed that most characters pronounce it ce-LI-ne when it should be ce-LE-ne. Because Celine is a legit different name and Celine-Celene have different meanings and root words, but okay I’ll allow it because I do like the pronunciation ‘Celine’ better, lmao.

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PT II: The Finding

Summary: In which Ellis makes some friends! (kinda)

PT 1: The Lost PT III: The Reunion

Words: 3,851

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, minor (slightly graphic) character death, minor religious themes

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral reader

Notes: Gifting a wayyy longer second part because I really want to get to the good shit!!! I'm kidding, but I promise this is going somewhere good (:

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Now you were awake, at a truck stop far from anywhere you’d been before. Your homicidal companion was preoccupied with one of the driver’s side wheels, and he couldn’t see you. 

Now… Now’s your chance.

You hop over the car door and sling your backpack over your shoulder. You practically sprint  towards the gas station, hoping and praying he won’t look up. 

You make a beeline towards the middle aisle to hide behind the displays. So far, so good. You pretend to be fixated on the snacks, but you keep peeking over the aisle to make sure Rin is still outside. 

“You findin’ everything all right?” a gruff voice asks from behind you. You jump at the sudden noise.

“Y-yeah, I think so,” you stutter. “Can’t decide between a Snickers and a Reese’s cup.” 

The gas station attendant behind you chuckles. “That’s a tough one. My vote would be for the peanut butter.”

You offer a nervous smile and meet the attendant’s eyes. He’s older, likely in his fifties, with graying sideburns and a scuffed baseball hat with St. John’s Outfield Angels stitched on the front. The nametag on his collared shirt reads Ryan.  

“Thank you, Ryan,” you say. 

“Not a problem,” he replies. He tilts his head to the side as your eyes meet, and the strange look that follows makes your stomach flip. In less than a moment his friendly demeanor drops, and he falls to his knees in front of you with tears in his eyes. 

“Jesus Christ!” you exclaim. His hands are clasped in prayer, and he’s rocking back and forth, muttering something under his breath. “Are you okay?” you ask. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a man in a cream-colored jacket heading for the front doors. 

Shit. 

“Um, Ryan?”  you ask. “Should I call an ambulance?” You crouch down as the bell on the front door rings out. Rin is here. You place a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, and he looks up at you. 

“... Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Mea culpa, mea culpa, oh God, get away from me!” he yells. You wrench your hand to your chest and fall backwards to the floor. You can see Rin watching with the ghost of a smile on his face. 

Ryan starts sobbing in earnest now, pressing his palms into his eyes. “I’ve been a terrible man, a sinner and a liar an-and, oh, God forgive me, I am my father’s son!” he wails. You’re terrified, seemingly frozen in place less than a foot from him. 

He looks up at you, eyes rimmed red, and that strange look returns. “Forgive me,” he whispers, so quiet you have to lean forward to hear him. At that moment he rips the ball point pen clipped to his pocket and clicks it open. “You have to forgive me,” he pleads, then plunges the tip into his neck. 

“No!” you shriek, but it’s too late already. He’s hit a major artery, and he’s dead before his head even hits the tile. For the second time in twenty-four hours, you are covered in someone else’s blood. 

Rin applauds from the front counter. “You know, I was wondering about you, Ellis. Thinking you might try and run like this, but now? Now, I think we’ll get along just fine.” 

You wipe the blood from your cheek and try to remember what breathing feels like. “What… the fuck,” you whisper, and now the tears won’t stop streaming. 

Living as long as you have was never this brutal. You avoided most confrontations. The only pain inflicted was on you, never anyone else.

Rin steps over the body in front of you and grabs your hand to pull you up. “I had a feeling about you. Come on, let’s, uh… let’s get you out of here.” You follow him blindly to the front of the store. “Go get in the car. I’m gonna grab a couple of things and I’ll follow you out,” he says, holding the door open. 

You walk silently to the convertible and slink down into one of the seats. You unwrap Rin’s kerchief to wipe the blood off of your hands and find two disembodied eyeballs staring back at you from the cupholder. 

What the fuck.

The alarm bells ringing in your head are muted by the general dissociation you feel. You’re still holding the now-half-melted peanut butter cups in your hand. 

You’re startled by the slam of the car door. Rin is holding out a blue Gatorade. 

“Here,” he says. “It’s gonna be a long drive, and we have a lot of catching up to do.”

You take a sip and choke- it’s definitely blue Gatorade, but it’s also definitely mixed with some kind of liquor. “We do?” 

He grins as he starts the car and pulls onto the highway. “We do.”

You take longer sips of the Gatorade as he drives, grateful for the hydration and the alcohol. The panic you constantly felt is starting to wear off, enough for you to start questioning everything about your seemingly pointless existence.

“You seem to know a lot about what’s going on,” you start. “Who even are you?” 

“You really wanna know?” he asks. You nod. “Well, let’s start with you. Ellis. Something tells me you’ve been passing through a lot of towns in your time.” 

You recall your brief conversation at the bar, if you could even call it that. You sigh. “Um… yeah. I don’t- I guess I don’t remember where I started. It’s just been… a lot of years. Like… I don't know. I don’t really keep track anymore.”

Rin nods. You take another sip of the Gatorade, now half gone. The buzz is making you braver.

“I don’t die,” you say out loud, and the thought startles you. “I never have.” You think back as far as you can, just before the beginning. You were younger, but you looked the same. You always looked the same. 

“Do you dream?” Rin asks. The idea of dreaming catches you off guard. You rarely sleep, and when you do, it’s never more than a couple hours. 

“No,” you answer. 

“What’s the earliest memory you have?” he asks. 

You shrug. “Somewhere… there was a big war. In Europe. The first one,” you clarify. 

“And you’ve always been by yourself?” he asks. 

You think hard but come up blank. “I guess I don’t know. I think so. It’s all… blank.” He nods. You take another sip of Gatorade and grimace at the burn of liquor going down your throat. “What about you? Do you know me, or something?” you ask.

Rin smiles. “Know of you, maybe. I imagine we must’ve left around the same time.”

“Left where?” you ask. 

“The Dreaming, Ellis. I left when the Creator abandoned it. Abandoned us.” The distinct malice in his tone makes you shiver. 

“I’m sorry, the Creator? You mean, like, God?” You hadn’t thought about God in over a century. He didn’t seem to care much for you. 

Rin laughs. “No, worse. Much worse. His name is Morpheus.” 

Your head is spinning trying to follow his story. “So… so, what? What does he create?” 

For the first time, Rin removes his sunglasses. Two mouths with perfectly white rows of teeth smile from his eye sockets. 

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper under your breath. He smiles. 

“He creates dreams,” Rin answers, “And nightmares. I suppose you don’t have to guess what that makes me.” A moment later, he replaces his glasses. You both sit in silence for a moment. “Make sense so far?” he asks.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter. “I think so.”

“He called me The Corinthian,” he says. 

You nod. “Guess the name you told me wasn’t too far off,” you say. “I would’ve gone with Ian, I think.”

The Corinthian laughs. “I’ll take that into consideration next time.”

All things considered, you feel better. Lighter. The Corinthian isn’t going to kill you. You’ve been reassured about your existence- of course you never felt like you belonged. You don’t. Whatever the Dreaming is, that’s where you’re supposed to be. 

You just don’t remember how you got here. 

Or what that makes you.

You cross the state lines into Georgia quicker than you’d expected. The Corinthian drives like a bat out of hell, but you haven’t seen a single cop in hundreds of miles. You haven’t seen much of anyone, to be honest. And you’re grateful, in a sense. The last person that saw you stuck a Bic in his carotid. 

The thought still makes you ill, a feeling even the liquor won’t help. The Corinthian pulls into a hotel parking lot and parks off to the side. 

“Alright, so here’s the deal,” he starts. “I have a job to do.”

“Rose Walker,” you say. He nods. 

“Now, I have reliable information that places her brother somewhere-” he motions to the highway going east- “around here. I intend to find him.”

“So you’re… dropping me off?” you ask. You didn’t usually stay at hotels, and you definitely weren’t looking forward to interacting with other people any time soon. You’d almost hoped the Corinthian would just take you with him, wherever he was going. 

He nods. “There’s gonna be a convention here, the day after tomorrow. I’ll be back then, and I’ll have her little brother with me.” He holds his hand up to stop you from interrupting him. “Now, I understand there’s a lot you don’t know. That’s fine. You’ve been helpful up till now, so I’m willing to help you out. There’s already been rooms booked for me. You just hang out, and don’t cause too much trouble, and we’ll all be home free by the end of the week.” 

You have so. Many. Questions. “A convention?” 

The Corinthian grins proudly. “I’m their guest of honor. Get to make a speech and everything. Now, that room’s booked under ‘The Corinthian’. They’re, uh... They’re big fans of my work. You just tell ‘em you’re with me.”

“Okay.” You shift in the leather seat, unbuckling the belt to grab your backpack. “So I just… wait? And then what?” 

His expression darkens. “I’ll take care of the rest. Just… stay in the room, okay? We don’t need you making anyone else off themselves with office supplies.” It’s a joke, but it stings. You force a smile anyways. 

“No problem.” You slam the door closed- probably a little too forcefully, and start towards the front doors. The Corinthian leans out the window. 

“Here!” he shouts, tossing a pair of black aviators at you. You hold them up and wave as he burns out onto the highway.

The pit in your stomach is growing, but you try not to think about it. Instead, you put the sunglasses on and try to focus on the convention decorations. 

A red banner reads WELCOME CEREAL CONVENTION in bold red letters. You briefly wonder what in the fuck that actually means. 

Inside, you find a line of people waiting to check in. The ones who already have are wearing name tags like The Choir Boy and The Good Doctor. As much as you want to know more, you remember the Corinthian’s warning. You’re supposed to stay in the room. 

Minutes later, you reach the front desk. A very large man in cat ears is sitting behind it, propping up a clipboard on his stomach. “Name?” he asks. 

“I’m, uh, I’m with the Corinthian,” you say. His name tag says Fun Land. 

He looks down at his clipboard, then back at you, annoyed. “You’re not The Corinthian,” he states plainly. 

“I know, I said I’m with him,” you repeat. Fun Land sighs. 

“Fine, fine, whatever.” He rolls his eyes and crosses off a name on the clipboard. “Guest of honor gets free reign, I guess.” He hands you a lanyard with The Corinthian +1* scratched into the label and a room key with a number.

“Thank you,” you say. 

“Yep,” Fun Land replies, looking over your shoulder towards the man behind you. “Next!” 

You make your way upstairs and find your room. It’s a fancy suite- you assume presidential. Something about the Corinthian tells you he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You hang around for a bit, watching the cable channels on the TV until your stomach starts rumbling. You hadn’t really thought to pack food. You don’t want to risk adding to the Corinthian’s bill (if he was even going to be the one paying), but you do have cash. And there is a bar downstairs.

Without a second thought, you grab a handful of bills and stuff them into your front pocket. You take your name tag and the room key with you. You make your way downstairs to the hotel bar and pick a stool farthest from the door, away from most people. 

They’re all grouped together like schools of fish, name tags proudly displayed. None of them make sense to you, but you’re glad you have yours. 

You order two vodka lemonades and a platter of mozzarella sticks. The drinks are strong and the mozzarella sticks are piping hot. You’re done with the platter and both drinks before you even realize it. 

The alcohol is kicking in, and you feel calmer about the situation you’re in. Normally you’d be panicking, surrounded by strange people, wearing sunglasses indoors in case you accidentally cause a suicide. Now you’re still panicking, but in a manageable sense. The panic is relegated to a small voice echoing in the very back of your mind. You sit up a little straighter as you order another drink.

One of the ladies from the smaller group breaks away and heads towards you, waving. “You’re with the Corinthian, I see,” she smiles. Her name tag reads Dark Angel.

“Yes,” you answer, “I got here a little early.”

“Are you a fellow collector?” she asks, eyebrows raised. 

“Absolutely,” you answer without hesitation. You have no idea what you’ve just agreed with, or what a collector does. You’re assuming it is not, as the sign would have you think, about cereal. 

She grins. “That’s fantastic news. Now, you certainly don’t need to make a speech or anything, but you’re more than welcome to join the conference activities. We’re holding several workshops over the next couple of days, and I’m hosting the panel tonight.” She motions to the bartender. “Anything they order, put it on my tab.” She touches your shoulder and winks before rejoining her group. 

Was she… flirting with you? 

Regardless, you take her up on the offer and order two more vodka lemonades and a basket of chicken wings. It’s basically dinner, right? The bartender hands you a pre-mixed bottle the size of a pint of whiskey. 

Once the basket of chicken wings is gone, you decide it’s time to head to bed. You mentally pat yourself on the back for causing no harm, even though you didn’t listen to the Corinthian entirely. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to find out. 

You take the bottle of vodka lemonade with you, giving the bartender a nod of thanks for the life hack. Why order a bunch of little drinks when you could carry a whole portable bottle of them? You stumble into the carpeted hallway and hear Dark Angel’s voice coming from a conference room off to the left. 

You peek in the doorway. There’s a crowded auditorium. It looks like she’s giving a TEDTalk of some sort. Huh. 

You sneak into the back of the room- only for a moment, you tell yourself. Just to see what the convention’s about. 

“I see a lot of old faces in this crowd, and a lot of new ones,” Dark Angel says. She winks at you from the stage, and you raise your bottle to her. She smiles. “I’m glad we could all make it this year. Aside from The Family Man, of course, but that’s no bother.”

You zone out for a moment to take a look at the people seated around you. Something about them makes you incredibly uncomfortable. They’re hanging on every word she says. Some even have pens and pads of paper to take notes. 

“This… business that we’re in, it’s hard work, isn’t it?” Dark Angel asks. The crowd murmurs in agreement. “We don’t get a lot of acknowledgement for our successes. However, I’m hoping to change that in the near future. Considering our remarkable turnout, I’ve been talking with Nimrod.” She gestures towards a shorter man seated in the front, wearing large glasses. He smiles nervously at her acknowledgement. 

“The organizers of the convention have been talking, and we’d like to introduce a cash prize for one very special collector each year.” You perk up at the mention of money. You wouldn’t mind winning, granted, you’re not even sure what winning looks like. 

Dark Angel smiles. “Now, this would be completely voluntary. Anyone wanting to sign up would need to cough up $30 to be considered in the running. Does that sound fair?” she asks. The crowd nods in unison. 

“Now, I understand we all have our motivations for collecting. Nimrod and I thought this would add a bit of fun into the mix. There will be many opportunities to sign up over the next few days, and the winner will be announced at next year’s convention. Any questions so far?”  

A man in the third row, dressed in a three-piece suit and hat, raises his hand. “How is the winner decided?” he asks. 

Dark Angel nods. “Good question. The organizers of the convention and a few volunteers will need to keep record of those who sign up. They’ll watch for relevant news in the next year. A collection that makes headlines will be worth the most points. And, of course, you’ll want to keep track of your own. Next year, we’ll collaborate with all participants and tally up scores. The first winner will be announced by the guest speaker.”

“What if we don’t make the news?” someone shouts. 

Dark Angel shrugs. “Then you’re not a very good collector, are you?” The crowd ‘oohs’ in response. 

You take another sip of your drink. They’re definitely not talking about fucking Cocoa Puffs, that’s for sure. 

“Before we move on, some final notes. The last day for a body to qualify will be a week before the convention. No last-minute points will be counted, especially near or on convention grounds. We don’t shit where we eat, right?” She pauses for maximum effect. You start to feel sick again, and not because of the vodka. Something is seriously wrong here. 

“With that out of the way, I’d like to invite our panel members on stage. Please welcome Scratch, Highlander, Uncle Charlie, and our youngest member to date, FUBAR!” Four men take their seats behind the table on stage. 

“Uncle Charlie and Scratch are two of our oldest members. FUBAR and Highlander are two of our newest. Now, I’ll be moderating questions and moving the discussion along, but the rest I will leave up to the four of you.  Let’s start with an easy one. What inspired you to begin collecting?” Dark Angel asks. 

FUBAR answers first, proudly motioning to the American flag pin on his jacket. “I joined the military out of high school, and let me just say, they let you do anything once you’re off base. They’re basically giving you step-by-step instructions on how to get away with murder. And I’m good at it! Why would being discharged stop me?”

“A war machine making war machines,” Dark Angel comments wistfully. “What about you, Scratch?” 

Scratch is a middle-aged man wearing a stained tank top and cargo shorts. His steel-toe construction boots stick out like clown shoes under the table. His arms and legs are covered in cuts and scrapes in various stages of healing.

“Well, shit,” he starts, “I never did get professional training. S’mostly just compulsion, I guess. Can’t fuckin’ stand the girlies… Only way to shut ‘em up is tearin’ their throats out, apparently!” Scratch guffaws, and the crowd laughs. 

Okay, now you’re going to throw up. It’s no wonder The Corinthian is the guest speaker- you literally met him in the middle of killing someone. Your blood runs cold. Every person in this room has killed. Even you, come to think of it. 

You stumble blindly out of the auditorium and immediately throw up in a large potted plant beside the door. You need to get back to your room, like now. 

“Rough night?” someone behind you asks. You turn and see a younger guy with long black hair staring at the plant in front of you. His name tag reads Blade Runner. You don’t really want to know why. 

“Yeah,” you reply weakly. He reaches for your hand and pulls you up to stand next to him. “I should probably just go to bed.” 

Blade Runner doesn’t let go of your arm. “You know, I’ve got just the thing to sober you up. In my room, of course.” He smiles, revealing a row of impossibly sharp teeth. He pulls you closer to himself and you both make your way towards the elevator. “Now, don’t go causing trouble for me, please.”

“O-okay,” you whisper. The ride up is silent, save for the stereotypically quiet elevator jazz in the background. You briefly consider pressing the alarm button, but assume Blade should be considered armed and dangerous. 

When the doors open on the fourth floor, he shoves you roughly into the hallway. Your vodka sloshes onto the carpet. 

“I’m in 1419,” he says, and you follow the room numbers down to the last door on the right. Your entire body is screaming to make a run for it, but you’re both intoxicated and unarmed. Like an idiot. 

The walls are covered in old black and white photos, pinned with notes attached to each of them. You recognize some of the convention members. He’s been keeping track of them, stalking them. 

“Impressed?” You hear him behind you, but it’s too late. Excruciating pain radiates from the crown of your skull, and then nothing.

For the first time in over a century, you dream. Well, not really. But for once it’s not just black.

You’re in a landscape of black sand, with mountains lining the horizon. Enormous ivory gates rise up in front of you, carved with details you do not understand. 

You nervously walk forward, placing your hands to push them open. The doors creak ominously, but do not move. 

“Hello?” you shout. “Is somebody there?”

Silence. 

“Where the fuck am I…” you mutter, stepping back to analyze the carvings. 

You’ve returned, a voice echoes around you. 

“I’ve never been here before,” you reply. “I don’t know what this is.” 

The ground begins to rumble beneath you. The gates are shaking now, almost vibrating. You can see a sliver of sky between them as they open. 

A shadowy, black figure is standing on the other side. You get the feeling you should already know who they are, but your brain simply won’t place the name. 

 You will remember.

[hiswordsarekisses]

Preach the truth, the WHOLE truth, and nothing BUT the truth.

Long read, but totally worth it. Pass it on for other preachers and teachers to see. They need to be preaching and teaching the Word of God - from the Bible and not from what they THINK the Bible should say. (I was able to take a screenshot and then copy and paste the letter itself so it’s easier to read!!)…….also it put me in mind of James 3:1, which says; “My brethren, let not many of you become teachers, knowing that we shall receive a stricter judgment.”

“A Dream Of Judgement Day”

“Dear Brother Ray,

I have been a pastor for 25 years. I always thought I was doing a reasonably good job. Kind of like the folks who consider themselves "good people. I had tried to preach, what I thought, was the whole counsel of God. I prayed, over the years, with many people to accept Jesus and make Him Lord of their lives.

My wife, Judy, and I moved to Ruidoso, New Mexico, about six years ago to plant a church.

Shortly after arriving I was convicted that something was horribly wrong with my ministry. I read the Scriptures and prayed earnestly that God would show me what was wrong.

The feeling continued to grow and I became depressed and moody. I asked Judy to pray for me and explained my problem. I didn't know if this was the Holy Spirit convicting or Satan attacking. She prayed that God would reveal the cause of my depression and make Himself clear as He revealed any problem with my ministry for Him.

That night I had the most terrifying, realistic, blood-chilling nightmare any man has ever had. I am a Vietnam veteran and I know a little about nightmares. Nothing in my experience has ever come close, nor do lever want it to, to the horror of that night.

I dreamed that it was Judgment Day and I was standing right next to the throne of God. I noticed that to my left and my right were pastors as far as I could see. I thought this was odd that the Lord would reserve this front-row space for pastors only.

I looked out across a space of only a few yards and there were millions, maybe billions, of people, yet I could see each one of their eyes staring at me. As I studied this group I noticed that I knew many of them from times at the altar or ones who had sat under my teaching. I was pleased to see that they had made it to heaven, but confused because they didn't look happy. They looked very angry and hateful.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord say, "Away, I never knew you."

I was suddenly frightened that what I was seeing were those who thought they were saved. Then I saw all of them pointing a finger at each of us pastors and saying together, in one voice that shook my soul,

“We sat in your church and thought we were saved. Why didn't you tell us we were lost?"

Tears were pouring down my face and the faces of all of those pastors. I watched as one by one those people were cast into hell. One and then another, and another, and another..., untl they were all gone.

I died inside as each one screamed in agony and gnashed their teeth, cursing us as they went into the lake of fire.

Then I was looking into the face of Jesus and He said to me, "Is this the part where I'm supposed to say, 'Well done, my good and faithful servant?" I woke up with a scream and my heart pounding and I was begging Jesus to forgive me.

I died a million deaths that night. Since that night I have done two things on a daily basis. I do everything I can to preach the Law before grace in the hope that conviction of sin will bring a sinner to true salvation.

The other thing that I do is pray for every person I have ever preached to, asking God to repair any damage I have done. I also never believe anyone when they tell me they are saved. It is my duty to challenge them and search out the solidness of their salvation.

I am learning to be more effective and confident as I teach others how to share their faith by using the Law.

I have seen several people saved. who thought they were saved, as I have used the “Way of the Master" material to teach them evangelism.

I do want to hear those words. "Well done my good and faithful servant," and thanks to you and your team I have a better chance of hearing them. Thank you.

I just wanted to let you know some pastors are waking up to the truth. The desire of my heart is to please God. I pray that my days of being a man please are over, along with the nightmares.

I also pray that God will use me to bring other pastors into the truth of the Gospel message so that they will not have to face the nightmare that I did.”

~ Steve Kreins

[childofchrist1983]

For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. - 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 KJV

There is nothing in this world that doesn't amaze me. Nothing on this Earth will last forever and we should not be so worried about what happens in this life. Instead, we should be thinking about how we can be with the Lord Jesus Christ in Heaven forever. The dead believers of Jesus Christ will be raptured first, and the living will go second. We must be a part of those groups that hear the trumpet call of God Almighty! Live your life in a way that it is possible. Don't get left behind or cast away!

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time daily to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Word daily, May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful Lord, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in the Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name! Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Grant me the wisdom to realize my mortal impermanence, for I so long for the day that I can join You in Your Kingdom of Heaven. I desire to serve and follow You and to feel Your love forever and reciprocate it to You, but I know that I must purge myself of my sinful ways and ask forgiveness. And seek You humbly and faithfully in repentance and belief for eternal salvation. I ask that You help me reach these lofty goals. For with You, Lord Jesus, I know it is possible, my strength and redeemer, my king, my everything!

You and Your Holy Word and Spirit give us hope, peace, salvation, and so much more! Let our relationship with You be the foundation and pleasing in Your eyes, so that we may hear Your praise as we gaze upon Your face and enter Your Kingdom. Lift our spirits and our hearts. Light up our lives, O Lord. May we abide in You for all our days and beyond!

You are Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End! We know Your promises are true and we place our hope in You! May we continue to pray and seek You. Present us with daily opportunities to go to others with Your message of eternal salvation. May we live our lives with a spirit of thankfulness and may we always magnify You, O Lord. Allow our praises to You encourage others to seek Your face. Help us all to be humble and obedient to You. And help us to be courageous enough to seek You daily and to humbly and faithfully do our duty to You, spreading the truth of Your Gospel to all in all nations, as You commanded before You ascended back to Heaven (Mark 16:15-16). May our lives show the world Your light and Truth and that You are a loving God and Heavenly Father who delights in showing love and mercy. May we all be humbly and faithfully honored and excited to worship, glorify and serve You daily and to do Your will. You have been so good to us, far more than we as wretched sinners deserve. You are so good! So wonderful! Forever and always!

Thank you for keeping me and helping me in times where I am tempted to go astray. Praise be to You today and every day of my life and let me never forget all of the blessings that are given me by You. As much as the enemy will try, he will never be able to successful breed doubt about who You are, in the minds of anyone who truly believes and follows You. And I will follow and serve You all the days of my life and beyond! Thank you for the connection with You that we are given through Your Holy Word and Spirit. Thank you, O Lord, for all Your creation and Your miraculous ways. Thank you for being our stronghold and my refuge. Thank you for seeing us as worth the sacrifice. Thank you for sustaining us, loving us and defining us according to Your will and love for us. Thank you for making sure we are taken care of. Thank you for being the best friend we could ever have! Thank you for Your endless mercy and love that has saved us. Thank you for always protecting us and providing for us and for Your Spirit to help us when we are in need. Thank you for abiding within me and may I abide with You, my Lord. Thank you for giving us a chance to be saved from our sin and spend eternity with You. Thank you for adopting us as part of Your family in Heaven and making us one of Your own. Thank you for being our present help in times of trouble (Psalm 46:1). Thank you for always being near and for loving us. Thank you for giving us a reason to love others and so many more reasons to love, praise, serve and follow You. Thank you for Your selfless and sinless sacrifice. Thank you for Your guidance and protection. Thank you for Your Truth and light. Thank you for Your wisdom and strength and grace. Thank you for giving life to the world and to us. You give and take away – And we thank you for it. Thank you for everything! Your will be done! Blessed be Your mighty name! To You and Your Kingdom be the glory forevermore! In Your name we humbly pray, Amen and amen

[mywhispersofink]

Daylight- An Adaptation

This is an adaptation of a song called “Daylight” by David Kushner, who sang and wrote it. Kushner joined hands with a few other writers like Hayden Robert Hubers, Jeremy Fedryk and Joshua Bruce Williams to create this masterpiece. The main idea behind this gothic pop by Kushner is overcoming darkness but mainly indicates sexual guilt. It could have stemmed from the idea of sexual interaction as whole or affairs, that could be labelled as the forbidden love. Kushner has mentioned that he was inspired to write this song from his Christian beliefs, which justifies the usage of rich language and biblical references he has made throughout the song. However, this piece has been interpreted in many ways by the audience since its release in 2023. This song is very close to my heart for many reasons and my initial interpretation to it when I first heard it was related to being stuck in a very passionate yet toxic relationship. In this adaptation, I will be making some changes to the second part of the song to exemplify the journey of letting go of such a relationship despite its difficulties. 

Link to the song: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=v8m1wqCfZAg&si=o8NuakIUnwJrJvEL 

Adapted song lyrics

Verse 1

Telling myself I won't go there

Oh, but I know that I won't care

Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt

This lust is a burden that we both share

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer

Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

There's darkness in the distance

From the way that I've been livin'

But I know I can't resist it

Chorus

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Verse 2

Tellin' myself it's the last time

I am looking for mercy that I can’t find

From the depths and darkness of our hell,

Our hell we made of songs,

With a haunting melody of love thralls

With my hand up in the air

I'm down, deep down, on my knees now,

Oh dear Lord I try to follow your light,

But it's night and her shadows are closeby,

I hear ’em weeping down my neck,

I feel them causing me a wreck, 

I know she is screaming at the back 

“Please, don't leave me in the end”

There's darkness in the distance

I'm beggin' for forgiveness (ooh)

Now I won’t resist it, oh

Chorus

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

I will not drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Showin' all of our sins to the daylight

To the daylight, runnin' to the daylight

To the daylight, runnin' to the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Verse 3

So now I'll walk by, like a ghost leaving all behind,

All the love we kissed and shared,

So now I walk away, like a mist from the grave of our love,

Leaving behind what I couldn't save,

To the dawn of my redemption to seek my salvation, 

While breaking the spell of your love,

Though my lips are still singing your grails.

I will break the spell of your games

Though my lips will still sing your grails

Chorus

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

I will not drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Showin' all of our sins to the daylight

To the daylight, runnin' to the daylight

To the daylight, runnin' to the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

[dizzy-and-friends]

On the topic of my trilogy, i just really wanted to share these reviews of the advanced copies i got back recent.

Responses to the work so far.

CataruToday at 10:42 PM

also dafuq is a hellion

because at first I thought hellion meant darkest dungeon, but then I see the rest of that post and...wat

Bismarck-Today at 1:55 AM

@RandomSpark I read the thing

I find it simultaneously horrifying and really interesting! It's a very interesting slice of a very strange and alien world

I think it's well written, but there are a few points that could use a look perhaps

Most of it would just be things a sober second look would change, imo, like leaving it for a night and coming back to read over it again

I find it's just inevitable with writing, but that may just be the fact that I almost always write very late at night when I'm tired lol

Also, I'll add that the brief interlude with the French Noblewoman is very Lovecraftian in feel!

And I mean that in a positive way, I don't mean to offend with a comparison, I just found it intriguing

A nice aside that builds more on the world and breaks up the existing narrative in a way that feels good

Glad to help!

Selaphine-Rose:

I liked it. Whether or not it's my "thing" remains to be seen, but this sort of...uhhhh...what's the word

It's so mechanically oriented, yet the concepts it refers to are so bizarre in the circumstance??? Like, the differences of meat and flesh as currency and also a functional object, juxtaposed against the reader's understanding that these are also parts of a human body?

It reminds me a lot of Inferno, which I'd rather fitting given what it is? But it's not just the location.

Forgive me for misremembering the details; take this as more of a made up example than as something directly from the book, but like

One of the punishments was something like

"The sinners struggle to stay above surface in a river of boiling blood, while centaurs shoot them with arrows if they try to climb out"

And it's just such a specific, mechanical way to describe it. The Italian brand of Catholicism at the time was basically like "no no, don't feel pity for anybody here, they deserve it, BUT this is all really bad so also be scared of it and repent!" So in spite of how specific all the horrible punishments are laid out to be, there's this almost unintentional lack of empathy?  Or more like...the idea of sympathy for the damned is a totally bizzare, alien thing in the first place?

Bismarck-Today at 2:49 AM

That's a real interesting point

Selphin Rose-Today at 2:49 AM

And you nail that

The succubus is like "yea bro down here we rip off chunks of sinners from the Sin Trees™ and use them for currency and other things! So, gimme babies now or?"

And meanwhile there's this fucking tree covered in mutilated, writhing people??? Right? Did I misread that?

Yeah, fucking

It's a tree covered in corpses, tied to it by their own flaming sinew????

But it's almost like a video game? Where  the visuals are only really meant to exist as flavor for the mechanics, and only carry their implicit meanings to the reader.

It doesn't tell you to feel bad for the Damned. It doesn't tell you to be disgusted by the economy, or the use of the Damned's bodies for external purposes. It doesn't tell you anything. Your response is your own, and given the very mechanical, but also normalized, tone of the writing? You're probably going to feel more empathy for the "sick or injured hellions" than the Damned. And if you don't, that's okay too. Your reaction to the piece doesn't change what it is.

So yeah, like, I think it's really fitting tbh.

[unheard1019]

Thinking of Mary.

Luke 11:27-28

27 As Jesus was saying these things, a woman in the crowd called out,

"Blessed is the mother who gave you

birth and nursed you."

28 He replied, "Blessed rather are those who hear the word of God and obey it."

I think I need to make it clear that everything I post is my point of view. I’m no pastor or Bible scholar. I’m simply a man, a sinner, that loves God and the word of God.

So diving into it

This verse is very interesting. A woman calls out to Jesus and blesses Mary. Almost for shadowing that at some point because she is the mother of God people will at some point worship her. Jesus hearing this then says "Blessed rather are those who hear the word of God and obey it."

Almost as if he knew what was to come that although he is Jesus, son of God on earth and in heaven God himself people will in some ways make him second to Mary. Almost as if he knew that people will choose to worship Mary as they do Jesus.

So he makes a statement to in a way, combat that and let people know they blessed not by worshipping the woman who birthed him. Instead they are blessed when they hear the word of God and OBEY IT.

I’m not sure why some worship and pray to Mary, when she was alive no one worshipped her. No one prayed to her, it doesn’t say anywhere that she accepted these prayers and worship. It also doesn’t say she asked for them.

Jesus never says to do it, so why do some people worship and pray to Mary?

Let’s double check to see what God wants us to do.

1 Timothy 2:5

For there is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus.

Hmmm ok, so far it looks like only Jesus should be prayed. Looks like he’s the way to heaven.

Let’s look at another verse here

John 14:6

Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

Ok, Jesus Christ CONFIRMS he is the ONLY way.

So I grew up Catholic, my mother sent me to communion class and then I went to confirmation around 13-14.

At the time I wasn’t into religion, I wasn’t seeking God.

I would pray every night real quick before bed but then I wouldn’t speak to God all morning all day until the next night

I was living a life full of sin. Gangs, sex, petty crime, lust, drinking, smoking here and there.

Regardless here I was in this confirmation class and I’ll never forget what was said but I forget the exact words used. I do in fact remember the overall message and that it was the same class and same day.

Our teacher tells us do NOT pray to false Gods or anyone other than Jesus.

I remember thinking ok that’s pretty obvious we have 1 God we pray to him, I already do that at night I’m good.

Same class and this is where I no longer cared to chase religion.

My teacher tells us

“You CAN pray to Mary and the other disciples so they help guide your prayers to God. Imagine if your parent is made at you and you have to go to your other parent to talk to your parent for you!”

Me in my head I’m thinking wait a minute!?

You JUST SAID don’t pray to anyone else! But not only that now your saying that my all forgiving God who forgives those who are truly sorry can’t listen to my prayers because he’s so mad at me!?

I gotta go through another person? Who has NO supernatural powers? Who are they to tell God “hey man, listen to dudes prayers will ya?”

They have no authority over God!

Man, when I tell you I finished my confirmation and never looked back at the Catholic Church again I mean it.

I was done with religion, all of em.

I didn’t care to be part of anything because I felt like it was all misconstrued. They took the word of God and twisted it and made it something it’s not.

It’s crazy to think a sinner at that age in his heart knew something wasn’t right about this teaching.

I’m now 34 years old. I was 33 when I finally made the decision to follow God and try to be a disciple as best as I can with what I have. Almost 17 years after my confirmation, I’m walking with Christ.

Not to say I stopped believing in him, I definitely didn’t.

It was God and I only for 17 years but I had no guidance, I didn’t read the Bible, I didn’t listen or go to church. So I didn’t know how my walk with him was supposed to go.

At 33 I chose to try a Christian church.

I told myself I’m not going to accept Christianity but I’m going to listen to the word.

Man, oh man

Was I WRONG.

Thinking Christianity was a religion was my first mistake it’s not a religion it’s a relationship with God.

Ever since I was 14 I was basically a christian because I only worshipped Jesus from that point on.

I knew the disciples and I knew Mary and whole heartedly respected them.

As far as worshiping tho I saved that only for Jesus.

I’m 34 and learning all the time. I’m a Christian now, I have a relationship with God. The goal tho isn’t to be a Christian it’s to be a disciple of Jesus and that’s what I’m working on in my life now.

I hope that anyone and everyone who sees this knows that someone who was in the dark, involved in the worst kinds of things at a young age is now in the light with his father.

I urge you to follow Jesus and his word just as it is plain and simple in the Bible.

As far as worshipping anyone other Jesus let’s stop that as he’s commanded us to.

Let’s respect them, love them and thank them for the roles in what they’d done and helping to inspire us to be like them.

Every blog will be closed out in a quick prayer and this one is finished so let’s say these final words.

Heavenly Father, as we read our bibles today we thank you lord for your word. We thank you for the knowledge you have left for us, amazed at how your word has been here for so long and will continue to prosper into the future as we await your return. Heavenly Father I ask that you give your people understanding of your word, to grow into your word and follow your word. I am a sinner lord, forgive me for my sins and let your will be done.

Please continue to bless the eyes that seeing this in abundance.

In Jesus almighty name AMEN!

Have a blessed day

I love y’all

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Proofs of the VB of Jesus - Part 1. Why Jesus had to take a VBth among t... Proofs of the VB of Jesus - Part 1. Why Jesus had to take a Virgin Birth among the "Tares" unfaithful to Abraham and Yahweh - Matt. 13v24-30. https://youtu.be/bJ5W-OQKFmg Hi Brethren, I am a retired Lecturer in Metallurgy and Preach Christianity, Sikhism and Real Islam which is Shariah-free. Here is my article on the Virgin Birth of Jesus for your consideration. Remember that Abraham was a Noble Man of integrity and those who represent him in truth and spirit as Joseph did of the 12 sons of Jacob and for his representation of the Nature of Abraham, Jacob gave his plot to Joseph, his real son in qualities “Salt of the Earth”. Remember that Yahweh, the Lord of creation called Brahma in Hindi and Khuda in Arabic planted Abram from the Iraq area as Adam, and Sarah as Eve and they were given the Promised Land as the Garden of Eden. Through the Chosen People, we learn our moral laws and that is why the Chosen People are called a Nation of Priests. Today, Anti-Semitic Jews outwardly of appearances are getting bundled up in Israel for the Final Burning through Atomic War expected in the seventh month of Elohim starting from 14/05/2023 – Matt 13v24-30 is getting fulfilled. Our Supernatural Father Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc. knows BETTER. Here is the article on the Virgin Birth of Jesus:- VIRGIN BIRTH OF JESUS, SON OF YAHWEH PROVED BY A SIKH OF SATGURU= CHRIST NANAK DEV JI, THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS. NOW, MATT. 13V24-30 IS GETTING FULFILLED. By Chaudhry Rajinder Nijjhar Jatt, M.Sc. Please PASS this email to others interested in this topic and if you get a duplicate message, please let me know. The Gospel is by the grace of our Father and if you are upset with my message, please let me know so that I take you off my list. The Second coming of Jesus was Satguru Nanak Dev Ji; born in 1469 in the Punjab, India. 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Morning and Evening with A.W. Tozer Devotional: October 11th

Tozer in the Morning COME AS YOU ARE

Let me say this to any of you who are still trying to add up your human merits-look away in faith to the Lord of abundant mercy! Fixing yourself over and trying to straighten yourself out will never be sufficient-you must come to Jesus as you are! Our Lord told about two men who went up into the temple to pray. One said, "God, here I am-all fixed up. Every hair is in place!" The other said, "Oh God, I just crawled in off Skid Row. Have mercy on me!" God forgave the Skid Row bum, but sent the other man away, hardened and unrepentant and unforgiven. We come to Him just as we are but in humble repentance. When the human spirit comes to God knowing that anything it receives will be out of God's mercy, then repentance has done its proper work! God promises to forgive and forget and to take that man into His heart and teach him that all of God's kindnesses are due to His mercy. What more can a sinner ask?

Tozer in the Evening Man - The Dwelling Place of God - Dwelling Place of God

DEEP INSIDE EVERY MAN there is a private sanctum where dwells the mysterious essence of his being. This far-in reality is that in the man which is what it is of itself without reference to any other part of the man's complex nature. It is the man's "I Am," a gift from the I AM who created him.

The I AM which is God is underived and selfexistent; the "I Am" which is man is derived from God and dependent every moment upon His creative fiat for its continued existence. One is the Creator, high over all, ancient of days, dwelling in light unapproachable. The other is a creature and, though privileged beyond all others, is still but a creature, a pensioner on God's bounty and a suppliant before His throne.

The deep-in human entity of which we speak is called in the Scriptures the spirit of man. "For what man knoweth the things of man, save the spirit of man which is in him? even so the things of God knoweth no man, but the Spirit of God" (1 Corinthians 2:11) . As God's self-knowledge lies in the eternal Spirit, so man's selfknowledge is by his own spirit, and his knowledge of God is by the direct impression of the Spirit of God upon the spirit of man.

The importance of all this cannot be overestimated as we think and study and pray. It reveals the essential spirituality of mankind. It denies that man is a creature having a spirit and declares that he is a spirit having a body. That which makes him a human being is not his body but his spirit, in which the image of God originally lay.

One of the most liberating declarations in the New Testament is this: "The true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship him. God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth" (John 4:23,24) . Here the nature of worship is shown to be wholly spiritual. True religion is removed from diet and days, from garments and ceremonies, and placed where it belongs-in the union of the spirit of man with the Spirit of God.

From man's standpoint the most tragic loss suffered in the Fall was the vacating of this inner sanctum by the Spirit of God. At the far-in hidden center of man's being is a bush fitted to be the dwelling place of the Triune God. There God planned to rest and glow with moral and spiritual fire. Man by his sin forfeited this indescribably wonderful privilege and must now dwell there alone. For so intimately private is the place that no creature can intrude; no one can enter but Christ; and He will enter only by the invitation of faith. "Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me" (Revelation 3:20).

By the mysterious operation of the Spirit in the new birth, that which is called by Peter "the divine nature" enters the deep-in core of the believer's heart and establishes residence there. "If any man have not the Spirit of Christ, he is none of his," for "the Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God" (Romans 8:9,16). Such a one is a true Christian, and only such. Baptism, confirmation, the receiving of the sacraments, church membership-these mean nothing unless the supreme act of God in regeneration also takes place. Religious externals may have a meaning for the God-inhabited soul; for any others they are not only useless but may actually become snares, deceiving them into a false and perilous sense of security.

"Keep thy heart with all diligence" is more than a wise saying; it is a solemn charge laid upon us by the One who cares most about us. To it we should give the most careful heed lest at any time we should let it slip.

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GOD SPEAKS TO YOUR LIFE: (82123) "In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a time you may have had to suffer pain in all kinds of trials." (1 Peter 1:6) I have learned that how I respond to trials can have a great effect on whether they become obstacles in my life. When I am distressed by difficulties, the experiences only serve to overwhelm me. But remembering that these trials are part of God's great plan helps me to see them as opportunities to grow and learn. In each of these moments, you can't really say that you made them change. God is the One Who was faithful to you and provided what you needed at the right time. He is the One Who loved you through the whole ordeal. God saw you in your need and that need included growth in your faith. Understand this, the trials of faith that arise as tests in your life are there to make you grow. It is not that God leaves you, rather, those times make you grow to realize that what happened does not contradict who God is. Circumstances do not define God. God is the one who defines the circumstances; He limits them and provides you with a way to overcome them with Him and grow because of them. PRAYER OF SALVATION. Lord, I know I am a sinner. I want to ask for forgiveness. I believe that Jesus Christ is Your Son. I believe that He died for my sins and that You raised Him from the dead. I want Him to come into my heart and take control of my life, from this day forward. In Jesus' Name, amen". PRAYER FOR OUR SICK BROTHERS: Lord, there are brothers and sisters who are facing various illnesses today.Give them the hope and courage they need today and every day. Heal their pain, calm their fears and surround them with Your peace. In Jesus' name, Amen. ❀ A new day, a new week, a new opportunity. Do the natural that GOD will do the supernatural.

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[Intro: HYDRA]

Bait the cross and bow to the devil

[Verse 1: HYDRA]

Turn from the light, you’ll encounter the sevens

It's up to ambition to battle oppression

This world is disgusting, they promised a heaven

Instead we get power that fades our perception

Blood is the currency flooding the banks

You can't stop what's been done, that's our government's way

They're infecting your minds, every human's in line

Very soon we'll be facing the butcher

Where will I be when the demons inside

Take away all my feelings and cause me to kill

Labeled a sinner, please god don't forgive me

My soul shall relinquish in hell

The stenches of Eden are starting to fester

As words of the witches repeat in my head

I look into the depths all I see is myself

I'm beginning to find a connection

These faces of death, they will creep up behind you

Its down to the people to fight this confinement

Uncover the flames and just look at this pain

You will see its just part of the conscience

Through the lessons of violence you bustas will learn

That the wrath of Leviathan covers the earth

Slowly pacing through time turning blood into wine

He's the one who's behind all these curtains

Just let the trio feed your head

Up from the pits we devour the pest

If you follow our lead we will guide you to hell

With these verses of evil, the beast will prevail

Buried deep in the grave lies the devilish tales

Telling the stories they never will know

Now I look to the pagan and slaughter the goat

In this life—full-a hate, we are made to press on

[Interlude: J. Robert Oppenheimer]

We knew the world would not be the same

A few people laughed

A few people cried, most people were silent

Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds

[Verse 2: BAKER]

Never trust what you read, how can you trust what you see

For this world is not what we all believe

Reality crushes those who can't perceive

My vision is strong so just trust what I speak

This rotten fruit comes from the seeds

Of those planted by corrupted

Fell victim to all I've seen

This life's not free, it has been chosen

Feel like I've touched a note that strikes

The opposition I shall fight

There ain't no wonder in my head

I've seen the darkness in the light

From all the news that you are fed

It clouds your mind and causes anguish

Feel despair upon the breath of death

Who's on your shoulder hanging

No escaping destiny

For once you die your fears are faced

If you were weak throughout your life

Then, in the end, that's what you'll taste

This disgrace you don't belong

Throughout your life, you've trailed along

Can't hold the weight the world puts on

Reality will soon cause harm

Distance myself from the world that I see

This voice that's inside's all that I believe

Can't focus my thoughts so I write to bring ease

These sounds of the trio are prophecies

Taste the truth for we are proof

Open your eyes and see the beast

Everyone has hate inside

So let it thrive and fight the peace