#morming light

[peintre-stephane]

flowers day

translated from a @ifelllikeastar photo

[thepiecesofcait]

Her name was Éponine.

Her life was cold and dark, yet she was unafraid.

[King • Florence + the Machine]

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

Txt's favourite Christmas traditions with their kids

note: sorry it's so short! happy holidays, whatever you celebrate!

Soobin

Yes, it ends in a mess, and yes, half of the sweets are gone before they've really started decorating the cookies—he'll blame the kids, but he helped in more than just adult supervision. Truth be told, most of the time and energy is spent being silly, singing Christmas songs and dancing, but it's quality time. Quality time and a heavy dose of sugar. But when they decide to be determined at the task, they're focused on their efforts. The older one stands on a chair of her own, while the smaller of the two sits on Soobin’s lap and guides the spoon he's holding, laden with icing. They eat their creations while Soobin does the dishes, a Christmas movie and the music of his little girls' laughter playing in the background.

Yeonjun

Yeonjun's favourite thing about Christmas with his kids is watching their eyes lighting up when they see all the brightly coloured packages under the tree on Christmas morming. He gets so excited about it that he wakes up early like a kid himself. If his kids aren't up, he'll sneak in and wake them. He plays up his own reactions as they unwrap each gift, eyes and mouth wide as they turn excitedly to show him every toy they find inside the paper, a growing stack of toys he's going to have to wrestle out of the packaging afterwards. There are no fights over any of the presents because, of course, Yeonjun spoils them all, even though Santa gets the credit.

Beomgyu

Despite not liking the cold, Beomgyu always bundles up the kids (and himself) and takes them to the Christmas parade, always getting there early enough to get a front row seat. It's worth it for how much of a great time they all have. He waves along with the kids at the actors and dancers, smiling when they turn around to point out their favourite floats. By the end of the parade, there's always one kid in his lap, worn out from all the excitement. Before heading home, there's a stop at a cafe for hot chocolate—with marshmallows, his daughter is persistent in reminding him from the car ride to when he places the order, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.

Taehyun

He loves going to the school Christmas concert. Watching the kids on the makeshift stage, singing along with their class to the carol, he watched them practice numerous times at home. Nodding along encouragingly for his daughter, who's little shy in front of the audience. Beaming when his son is one of the kids who the sings clearest of the mumbling group. When they run into his arms after it's over, he showers them with praise, and on the car ride home, they have their own mini concert singing along to the carols on the radio. Taehyun's kids are his pride, and he loves the holidays so much more since they came along.

Huening Kai

He wants to have a photo of his little ones with Santa every year until they're too old to believe. His oldest daughter, who has always been very inquisitive for her age, baffles Santa with the questions she asks, not satisfied with simply giving him a list of things she wants for Christmas. Kai helps to answer them, holding back a laugh as she watches the man scramble. When his youngest isn't sure, still at an age where he's funny about people he doesn't know, Kai sits beside Santa with him on his lap, showing him it's okay. After that, the kid waves to Santa every time he sees one, even on TV.

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[billycorn]

Rollcall - Part 2 (Part 1)

‘I can’t fight this battle for you, but I can promise to stay by your side.’

The words rang in her mind, a reminder of her greatest lie, and a testament to what she left behind. When she said those words, she had meant them. She just didn’t know how little time she had left.

Still, even though her words had been made a lie, she couldn’t regret them. Given another chance, she would say them again, and again, every single time, and she would stay by his side for as long as she could. Team Rollout would go down in history, she was just sorry she couldn’t be there to see it.

She couldn’t remember much after defeating Dialga, just saying goodbye to Phanpy, and watching as Temporal Tower grew small in the distance. As she’d ascended higher, more of her senses had begun to fade. Her touch went first, followed by her sight. It had bothered her greatly. There isn’t much to smell, taste or hear in space, but a moment longer in which she could see Phanpy, feel him beside her, would that have been a mercy, or would it have stretched unbearably?

As the thoughts ran rampant through her mind, she noticed something odd. A cold rush of air, the sensation of falling: she could feel?

A dull blue light appeared and for the first time in months, her eyes fluttered open. Dialga’s silhouette could be seen in the light and its voice boomed. ‘Young one, your sacrifice was a noble one, and I thank you. Now, I repay your kindness. My apologies for the delay.’

The light flashed and her head spun with sudden dizziness, but as it passed, she noticed something. She could hear a noise, like waves crashing. There was something underfoot, coarse, and rough. The fading light of day was warm on her skin.

Opening her eyes, her jaw dropped. As if she was seeing it for the first time all over again, she couldn’t believe the sunset could be so beautiful. She didn’t want to look away, afraid that it would disappear, and this would all be revealed as a cruel fantasy; it wouldn’t be the first time.

Whether this was real or not, there was something she had to do. Hurrying to the waterside, she gazed upon her reflection and couldn’t help but smile. Just like all that time ago, she had awoken on the beach outside Treasure Town as a Spheal. Only this time she had her memories, and a clear mission.

Rolling as fast as she could, she raced along the path towards the crossroads. Past Spinda’s café and up the stairs. Straight over the grate, she rolled into Wigglytuff’s, quickly making her way to the second floor.

No one was around, the guild almost seemed deserted, but the laughter emanating from the mess hall gave them away. Slowing her pace, she breathed deeply and wandered into the mess hall. For a moment, she watched them from the shadows. Her family, they were all right there.

Stepping into the light, she called, ‘is there a plate for me?’

In an instant, the guild fell silent, the only noise belonging to the crackle of the torches and a dull thud as Wigglytuff’s perfect apple fell to the floor. As quickly as the silence had fallen, it was shattered as everyone lost their damn minds.

The guild exploded in a cacophony as Spheal was mobbed and nearly crushed under the aggressively affectionate group hug. Phanpy barrelled through his friends to reach Spheal and he threw himself upon her. He clutched at her desperately as tears spilled forth and she returned the gesture with equal fervour. The guild members retreated a moment, allowing the pair some space to just hold each other.

Wigglytuff stepped close again, laying a gentle hand on Spheal’s back. ‘Welcome home.’

The next day Team Rollout would have to venture into Apple Woods again because the guild’s pantry was devoured as they partied late into the night.

When Phanpy awoke, he greeted the day with a cheerful, ‘good morning!’

Which was met a moment later but Spheal’s half-asleep, ‘morming.’

They gathered for morning assembly, bellowed their cheers and during rollcall Spheal yelled, ‘eleven!’

Phanpy’s eager - ‘twelve!’ – only a moment behind.

Months had passed since the events of Temporal Tower. Time had been restored, life had returned to normal for near every Pokemon, and two faces had returned to Treasure Town. Phanpy’s partner had come home, and so had the sincerity in Phanpy’s smile.

At the edge of the crossroads, they did their final checks before leaving for Apple Woods, and with a shared smile, they yelled, ‘let’s roll out!’

[iycedrem]

How it's going:

Came home from work on the morming of the 16th and noticed that some things were moved around that I don't remember touching. (A shelf under my bed and some stuff on my coffee table)

I had a wedding that I was attending that afternoon, so didn't really have time to look into it and just kinda chalked it up to maybe I just like knocked them out of place by accident at some point and just didn't notice. Immediately went to bed.

Woke up and immediately left to go to the wedding. Had a wonderful time, drank a good bit, and got back home around 8pm.

Now noticing things aren't just moved. Somethings are missing. Snoop a bit further and find purposeful damage to a piece of furniture and signs of forced entry on my basement back door. Someone broke into my house.

Notably and weirdly nothing valuable was stolen. My PC, TVs, Switch, Monitors, Tablets, etc. were all fine. To the best of my knowledge they stole: A Bluetooth speaker (annoying but not the worst thing to lose), a knife my Grandad gave me before he died (the one thing i actually really hate that I lost), a half used pack of AAA batteries (rude, also why?), and a junk box I kept behind my computer monitor that was 90% full of old birthday/ Christmas cards that I just couldn't bring myself to throw away. (???)

After filling a police report, proceeded to order brackets to reinforce my basement door, better locks, and some outdoor security cameras.

The problem is, that stuff isn't showing up for a few days and I'm due back at work tonight for one last night shift before a long weekend and I'm worried this might have just been a casing break-in.

So the plan:

Step 1: reinforce basement door.

Not a prefect solution, but trying to force the lock and deal with the wedged 2x4 isn't going to be easy, they'd have better luck breaking the glass, which I'm hopeful is too risky to try.

Step 2: Create the illusion that the house is occupied.

External lights and most internal lights are on. Ace up my sleeve though is the 11 hour VOD of Jerma playing Seaman on my living room TV. It's long enough to cover the entire duration of my shift and it's mostly just audio of someone talking with very few sound effects.

(Note the damaged record console, spot that hid the sound bar was sliced open by whoever broke in)

Step 3: Call upon "The Boys"

My wonderful amazing friends agreed to help watch a livestream of my Webcam to keep an eye out for movement. (A special thanks to @nermish @cefpodoxime @admiralpickle among some other non tumblr mutuals)

Step 4: finishing touches.

A) Set up an alt account on discord so I could watch my own camera stream from work on my laptop.

(Shout-out to @cefpodoxime for this amazing alt pfp that he slammed out in record time for my new laptop account.)

B) Since the camera doesn't have great view of the entire living room decided to rig a noise trap to alert the stream if some one comes up from the basement.

Ended up adding another 4 or 5 cans after this pic was taken and stacked them taller to ensure a good clatter noise. Tested how it sounded on the stream and it was definitely distinctive.

And C) Nermish asked if we could rig up a mirror so the stream security could watch Jerma in the reflection.

So, I give you the final view:

Note the absolutely miniscule reflection coming from the couch in the next room. There's your jerma stream. Combined with the muffled audio that accurately sounds like Jerma is in the next room. This is easily the worst best way to watch a jerma stream.

At time of writing I am 4ish hours into my 10 hour shift and so far no sign of trouble. Will update if something happens or not. But honestly the absurdity of this set up has made the entire ordeal easier to stomach.

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Cricket at the Beach (2024) 💙

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Early mornings may not be my ideal for waking up, but they're perfect for golden hour photos - I took a couple ones with Cricket early morming before I had to head to Kawaii Kon later that day - the lighting kept changing that day so I experimented with a few different looks! I also really loved this specific color blue for the suit - it paired really well with the white and the golden hour lighting 🌤

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[pooma-today]

SHRISTI ENGLISH MEDIUM SCHOOL

Guru Purnima holds immense significance in our culture. It is a day to pay respect to the Gurus, the beacons of light who illuminate our paths and shape our futures. The word "Guru" itself means "one who dispels darkness," and our teachers truly live up to this meaning. They enlighten us, not only with academic knowledge but also with life lessons and values that help us become better individuals.

Shristi celebrated the auspicious day of Guru Purnima today, 22nd July 2024.

The celebration for Guru Purnima began with a warm welcome to all followed by the beautiful prayer to seek blessings from the Almighty.

A beautiful invocation was performed by the students of grade 6 who sang a traditional hymn " Guru Brahma Guru Vishnu Guru Devo Maheshwara" dedicated to teachers' fraternity. The serene atmosphere set the tone for the celebration. The students continued this serene atmosphere by reciting the hymn for Goddess Saraswati - "Ya Kundendutushar haar Dhawala". Singing these hymns connects us to our cultural roots, ensuring that the reverence for knowledge and learning is passed down through generations.

The significance of this day was expressed by some of our students followed by expressing their views on Gurus of then and Gurus of now.

They also expressed gratitude for the guidance and support they received, highlighting specific instances where their teachers made a significant impact on their lives.

Another group of students from grade 6 sang a song dedicated to their teachers, followed by a poem recitation that eloquently described the noble profession of teaching.

The school principal sir Mr Sanjay Mistry delivered an inspiring speech, effectively conveying the significance of the occasion and fostering a deeper appreciation for the invaluable contributions of teachers.

The assembly concluded with closing remarks from the school President madam Ms Madhumita Jana, focusing on the pivotal role teachers play in shaping the future of their students. She shared personal anecdotes and encouraged students to always respect and honor their teachers.

The students thanked everyone for their participation and efforts in making this day significant one.

Overall, the morming assembly on Guru Purnima was a beautiful celebration, fostering a sense of respect and gratitude among teachers and students, making it a memorable occasion for the entire school community.

Guru Purnima, let us take the opportunity to thank our teachers for all that they do.

[444namesplus]

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[weirdmormonshit]

A morming meditation to help bring some light and glory into your life 👼

[unkn0wnvariable]

Golden Light by Oliver Andrews Via Flickr: Low morming golden sunlight shining through the leaves of a sweet chestnut tree.

[graeadalicia]

Chapter 1

Grae’s fist impacted the door to Persephone’s chambers with a thunderous sound, his face a mask of barely contained rage.  When a diminutive fae opened the door, she was almost knocked over by the tall demon as he barged in without awaiting an invite of entry.  All the other fae in the room immediately went to one knee with their heads bowed as the King’s Chancellor addressed the Princess, several of them almost quivering in fear.  There was no doubt among them that he was enraged, though none knew why.

“Did you really just turn the Prince of Kartellion into a slime mold?  And then teleport him back to the middle of his father’s dinner table in the middle of a grand banquet?”  Grae’s hands fisted, his fingers spread wide, then fisted again as his rage was barely controlled.  He had just come from dealing with an emissary from the King of Kartellion, who was understandably none too pleased about the state his youngest son was in.  He was even less pleased that his son was stuck that way at the moment.  Having to deal with the situation and keep there from being war over it did not leave Grae with much patience left for any of Persephone’s usual antics.

“He groped me uninvited.  I most certainly did, and I will not apologize.”  Persephone’s tone was dismissive and her chin lifted in defiance.  She didn’t even turn her head to look at Grae.  She would not be intimidated by her brother’s lackey, and she most certainly wouldn’t be shamed by him for fending off some overly amorous suitor.  “Adalicia, come finish helping me dress.”  A hand waived in the air dismissively, she was done with the Chancellor and she had no plans to address the matter further.  Her brother and he could handle it, she was sure.

A lithe and graceful fae rose, averting her gaze from the Chancellor and moved to the side of the Princess.  “Yes, Mistress.”  Her voice was almost melodic as she responded.  Grae watched her closely as she moved, the gracefulness of each deliberate movement as she helped the princess into her elaborate dress was fluid and almost entrancing.  The fae’s skin was fair as ivory and her hair seemed to shift from a coppery red to a platinum blond as the light reflected off of it.  She was different than any he’d encountered.  Unique.  It intrigued him, and after a long life there was very little that did.

“Oh, you will apologize, Persephone, your brother will ensure it and accompany you when you do it first thing in the morming.  I have already spoken to him, and he is as displeased as I am regarding this since none in the Prince’s realm can return the prince to his prior form.  And until you do, you can dress yourself.  Your slaves are now mine.”  Grae’s hand shot out and grabbed the fae’s delicate one firmly yet gently, stopping her movement instantly.

Adalicia froze.  Her whole body trembled in fear.  The Chancellor had a hold of her hand and while he was being gentle, she did not know what to do.  She did not dare look at him, so instead cast her eyes to the ground.  “Yes, My Lord.”  she said softly, hoping that was the right response.  If not, she was sure that there would be swift and probably painful reprisal.

“NO!  They are mine!”  Persephone spun to face Grae, who still had a hold of HER fae!  One of her favorites because Adalicia never tore or ruined her things the way some of the others did.  “You can’t have HER especially.  My brother will remedy this and you will apologize.  I AM THE PRINCESS!”  She screamed in Grae’s face then stormed out of the room.

Grae hadn’t moved, and it had taken all of his will not to.  After the tense negotiations, he had wanted to throttle the Princess, a desire that lingered still within him.  His hand still held one of the fae’s he realized, and he looked over to her.  “You, you will come with me.”  Once she had nodded, he looked over to all of the others who were still kneeling with heads bowed.  None of them were particularly interesting to him.  They all looked like the typical fae slaves that were everywhere in the castle.  Boring, plain, and almost seemed to disappear into the background unnoticed.  But the one he still had a hold of, now she was special.  “The rest of you can go.  You will get new assignments in the morning.”  Grae nodded and they all almost ran to the small door in the wall of Persephone’s chambers.

“Now, Adalicia is it?”  Grae turned his attention to the fae he had yet to release, and she nodded.  A second later they were in his chambers, Grae having traced them there for more privacy.  His chambers had wards around them for secrecy, silence, and protection. “You will not be hurt, but you will attend to me.  Do you understand?”

“No.”

“Are you refusing?” Grae had barely finished his question when her head began shaking in answer.  The movement made the curls of her hair fan out slightly, catching the light again and making them look aflame. “So you do not understand what I mean?”  Now she nodded in confirmation.  His fingers shifted to take a different hold on her hand from the one he had before, and he drew her nearer to him.  “You will see to me the way you did to Persephone.”  

“Yes, sire.” Adalicia still wasn’t looking at his face, but at the middle of his chest, which was closer now to her than she’d ever been to a man before.  As a servant of the Princess, she only ever was in her presence in the castle besides the other female fae.  She knew her place in the court and in the castle, and was careful to never step out of line.  It was all she could do not to shake or pass out, wondering what all would be expected of her.  Why had the Chancellor chosen her?  Was it because she was Persephone’s favorite?

“Are you afraid of me?” Grae’s voice softened and he pulled her against him.  

“Yes, sire.”  Her voice trembled and a tear fell from Adalicia’s eye.  As she was swallowing, her eyes closed and she felt a warm finger wipe the tear. “Why?”

“I...I am unsure of all you want from me and I know the cost for failure, sire.”  Fear was blooming within her breast and beginning to weave through her veins. It was cold and creeping, freezing her from the inside out, even through the room was plenty warm and the Chancellor even warmer.  Other than her father, no male had ever touched her and now she stood in the chambers of the most powerful male in the castle aside from the King, and he had pulled her close and wanted her to attend to him.  If she failed him, she did not know truly what would happen.  She also did not truly know what he wanted with or from her.

Grae looked at the fae before him and put two fingers under her chin to slowly tip her head back to make her look up at him.  The eyes that met his finally were the most startling color of green, like fired emeralds.  “You’ll look at me from now on when you talk to me.  Understand?”  His brows rose as he asked the question, indicating it was not a question, but an order.  Her soft nod made him smile.  “Good.  You will be with me from when I rise, help me dress, assist with my activities, and whatever I desire.  Are you touched?” He needed to know.  

She had known that question would come but still she could not answer without her breath quickening and her head swimming. “No, sire.”  Her voice was strained and thin and she fought not to cry. “Then you will remain that way.”  Grae could see the fear in her.  What had Persephone done to her fae?  “You will be safe here.”  While he had no plans on forcing a thing, there was something about her that kept drawing his interest and intriguing him.  The Princess could have all the others back, but this one he was going to keep.  Slowly, so as not to spook her, he brought her hand up to his lips and brushed a kiss across the backs of her knuckles, noticing that her skin smelled of a summer’s meadow and there was a slight taste of honey.

Adalicia slowly nodded, keeping her eyes on him.  Her heart was starting to slow, the realization that he was not going to violate her or hurt her immediately was sinking in.  His temper seemed much more even than the Princess’.  She still did not understand why he had chosen her or for what purpose but she supposed that would come in time.

“I will have your things brought here and you will have your own bed, but you will not leave.” Grae didn’t understand why he was being so possessive.  It was not like she could escape the castle even if he allowed her out of his sight, but there was something about this fae that soothed his senses even now.  He was reticent to allow her to be away.  Yes, he was a greedy bastard, but he would reward her for all that she was about to give up.

“Yes, sire.”  At least he was not going to make her sleep on the stone floor anymore.  Even if it was just a mattress on the floor, it would be better than what she had before.  “I do not have anything other than two dresses, sire.”

Grae was left speechless for almost a full minute. “That will be remedied.  I cannot have you looking like this when I am on Court business.”  He saw her flinch and realized that must have come out harsher than he realized.  “You are beautiful, Ada,” he shortened her name because he wanted to, “but this dress is almost rags and I am the Chancellor.”  She nodded.  “I will see to your clothing and jewels.”  He saw her eyes go wide and was inwardly pleased.  She had no idea what she was in for.  At least now he could get the Courtesan whores off his back at functions if nothing else.  

“Yes, sire.”  Adalicia felt stupid repeatedly saying that, but she didn’t know what else TO say.  Normally she didn’t speak at all.  The Chancellor was the first one to really look at her, and she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to be acting or what she was supposed to be saying.

“Rhys.  You are to call me Rhys. Do you understand?”  She nodded.  Good.  Kellen called him Grae.  Everyone else called him Chancellor.  She would use his middle name.  It would give her familiarity but not his first name.  Not…yet.  “And you are MINE now, which means I’ll need to mark you.”  

“How?”  Adalicia swallowed.

This was the one thing Grae was going to do without permission or even a warning.  He didn’t need it, he was the Chancellor and she now belonged to him.  He let go over hand and banded an arm around her waist as he bent his head down close to her ear. “Like this, Ada.”  A second later his fangs dropped and he gently sank them into her vein.

Nervous didn’t even describe how Ada had felt waiting to see what he would do, but as soon as his fangs broke her skin, her eyes rolled back and she was almost limp in his arms.  Pleasure flowed through her and almost on impulse her arms had gone around his neck.  She swore she heard him chuckle.   Mark her as property, Grae had to remind himself.  He wanted to mark her as a Consort, but she wasn’t.  Yet.  It was harder to remember that when he got his taste of her, and knowing she had tiny fangs she could drink from him too.  He’d had a fae lover centuries before, and looked forward to introducing many things to Ada.  When he pulled back from Ada, he swept her up in his arms and took her over to his couch.  She had been overwhelmed. 

“You are beautiful, Ada, and you are MINE.  Don’t forget that.”  He kissed her forehead after he’d laid her down, then went to make arrangements for her.

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[the-vault-apprentice]

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*cracks knuckles*

Alright. Let's get into this. My faith may not be as strong as it once was, but my knowledge is unshakable.

Disclaimer: I am not a scholar, I am not a theologist, I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and I LOVE Sky.

Second disclaimer: I am not trying to preach to anyone, just put in my perspective as someone who grew up in Christianity.

So! The easy one. Lucifer was actually NOT really the devil's name first- Lucifer was the name of a minor Roman god. The god of the morning star, which shines very brightly. The name "Lucifer" MEANS "Bringer of light" and is the base for the names of the chemicals that make fireflies glow- Lucifern and Lucifrase? I probably spelled them wrong. When the Bible was being standardized, they took this name to show that Satan had once been both powerful and beloved, at least.... That's how my father told it. He was wrong about a LOT of things, so take that with a grain of salt. What IS certain fact is that Lucifer means "bringer of light" and WAS a Roman god of the morning star. This I am sure of.

Sky takes design elements from MANY sources, but the story is undoubtedly biblical. And that really shouldn't be a surprise, given that the bible is really freaking old and has quite a lot of stuff in it! Like.... A LOT of stuff and some of it doesn't make any sense at all. I mean, there was a law about if a thief got away before the sunrise, it was their stuff now or something? It's been a while since I read those particular verses, forgive my casualness but it's 7 am and I'm doing this off the top of my head while getting ready for the day.

Okay. Take a breath. You still with me? Good. Because I'm about to basically speedrun not only the bible, but my church's scripture as well- The Book of Morm-n.

I am censoring it because I have the name blacklisted after seeing so much hate and ignorance and straight-up MALICE on this website, so if you reblog this, PLEASE don't actually spell it out or I will not be able to view the post. Thank you.

So God (by whatever name you'd like) has his "chosen people". He helps and strengthens them and shows them miracles, yes? And as long as they listen to Him, they are blessed. Seems like a good deal to ME, but you know how it is with humans. Give them too much success and they get cocky. Turn their backs on God and start giving THEMSELVES the credit- Which.... Doesn't sit too well. Consequently, they lose His favor and his help until they humble themselves and realize it WAS thanks to Him they were able to get this far. Rinse and repeat for a few thousand years or so.

Basically, God is HAPPY to help out as long as you don't forget He IS helping. But humans are forgetful and they eventually fall away and need to learn they need His help. We call it the Pride Cycle in my church, and it IS a cycle. You see it over and over again.

Now, if we draw parallels and look at Megabird as "God" and perhaps Resh as "Satan", more things click.

Whatever happened in Eden was BIG. Like major ultimate, plain apocalyptic. And now the cycle of the spirits returning to Megabird can't continue because SOMEBODY had to mess it up with something more powerful than simple indifference. This wasn't just the ancestors turning their backs on Megabird, this was them PHYSICALLY UNABLE to return to the light because of the darkness.

And that's why Skykids were created. To do what they no longer could.

Now, then, if- As I believe- Resh is the king and Alef is the prince and they are not the same, then it also seems likely that Alef was the FIRST Skykid. Like an olive branch from Megabird- "I want you to come back. Please don't go further. There IS a way back, and I will give it to you."

To continue the comparison, it would be appropriate to compare Alef to Christ in this sense- The sense of being "firstborn", of being a PRINCE rather than a king.

And all the other Skykids ALSO fit this comparison because of the fact we lose our light and life so the spirits can go home.

But UNLIKE what is taught in Christianity, it is not a PERMANENT saving, evidenced by the fact that the spirits- and the Skykids- RETURN to the world. It is also possible that Alef was sent BEFORE the fall of Eden as a warning almost- Telling Resh all was not yet lost and he could STOP and be forgiven still.

But Satan's crime was pride and I believe it is the same with Resh. They want the power and the glory and the credit that rightly belongs to another- The being which MADE them. So of course he would not have stopped.

Of course, the Ark, Eden's name... There are other parallels to be made, and this is all just speculation from me based on what I think.

[baby-dr1ver]

Morning Cuddles with Javi?🥺

howdy anon! writing this drabble made me want javi sunggles :( 

Morning Snuggles 

Javier Peñaxreader 

pure fluff because I’m a firm believer that javier is soft in the morning.

The morming light of Columbia shone through the window of your apartment. You knew you needed to get up but, the sheets were soft and your personal space heater was keeping you warm and sleepy. You became concious of your boyfriend Javier when you heard a groan and felt a arm thrown over your waist. You smiled into your pillow before turning over to face Javier. You snuggled into his chest and laid your head in the crook of his neck, placing a gentle kiss there. His other arm went under your pillow, to lay under your head before you felt him reciprocate a kiss on your forehead.  

You both laid there for awhile before you remember you had work. “ we need to get up my love, we have work in an hour”  you said, sound muffled by the skin of his neck. At the thought of having to leave the bed, Javier groaned, loudly. “no” Now it was your turn to groan. “bebita, we don’t need to be in until 9:30, its 8:00, we aren’t leaving the bed” No no no no, you knew he could convince you to stay there, knowing you had an ass ton of work to do. He snuggled further into your body,  you could feel his chin atop of your head and his arm tighten around you, trying to keep the warmth, . You weren’t going to pretend like you didn’t appreciate Javiers morning sunggles. Who knew Javier Pena was so soft in the mormings?

“alright, five more minutes”

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