welcome to the bliss

the path to eden is clear to those who have faith

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                                       continued from here with @heartsurpluss

She was ethereal, but in the morning glow she did not feel it  ;  absent, for sure, but in a way that was heavier than the light upon which she seemed to float. The weight of his hand in hers was an anchor, and curious fingers of her other hand sought its stability, grazing nails soft down his arm. She liked the feeling of his warmth against her. Faith’s cheek pressed to his bicep. Lips whispered a breathy sigh.

    ❝  It’s cold today,  ❞

Were the eventual words that left her, though the cold had less of a bite with his solidity.

    ❝  Joseph’s having a sermon in his church. You should come.  ❞

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Even after all these years Faith was still as beautiful and otherworldly as she was when Bluu first saw her. She glowed with an inner light that reminded her of the Christmas decorations that were strung up around the tree and the pale star seated at the top. Bluubelle smiled and handed her friend a small box. "I know it isn't much...but I made you a charm bracelet. For luck." ( Merry Christmas! 8D )

After all those years.

Faith wondered, sometimes, how still she lived and breathed  ;  should not some time ago she have joined the roots of her flowers, let trees sprout from her belly, the Earth become her or she become it or   FOLLOWED THE PATH   she had set for herself  ?

She surprised herself with the gentle thought that it didn’t matter.

What mattered was present, that child   (  grown now into something somehow lovelier  )   still with her, still persisting. She took the box with a smile more delicate than the rest of her, but ignored it for a moment in favour of reaching for her, squeezing fondly, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. She opened the box. Her heart warmed.

    ❝  It’s beautiful,  ❞

She said, and extended it to Bluu.

    ❝  Will you put it on me?  ❞

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anyway ooc post to show off these SWEET FREAKIN PINS I GOT ????

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The Whitetails weren't her home, and already Faith felt the call of the Henbane, gently guiding her back to its welcoming Bliss. But samely she felt the call to Jacob, standing strong above his land. Perhaps it was that strength that drew her to join, padding quiet, barefoot to his side. She said nothing for a long stretch of time, but wound her arms about one of his, cheek pressed to muscle. He smelled of blood. She pressed her fingers tighter, and quietly spoke. "What if we never see Eden?"

The woman standing in front of him isn’t a mirage. There are no luminescent green barrels nearby. The grip she has on one bicep feels like trepidation, yolk from a cracked egg sliding down his skin. For a moment, Jacob doesn’t budge, so it’s just the two of them, watching the sun plunge into the horizon and stain the sky crimson in its wake.

Her question is a loaded gun pressed into his side. It’s not something new. Jacob struggles to find an answer. 

She wasn’t always Faith. It was a moniker Joseph declared befitting for his purpose, a figure for misguided souls look up to. And yet as much as Joseph professed his love for her unwavering loyalty, Jacob knew she was replaceable. Joseph will have her head if he caught wind of such blasphemy. 

“Then we carry on searching.” Jacob says finally, wretchedly, hoping the gravel in his voice passes off as determination. It was his duty to weed out the indecisive; the strong never questioned their purpose. The strong wouldn’t let the seeds of doubt take root and poison their resolves. Faith fell into neither category, slipping through his grasp like an apparition. 

“We don’t speak of this again.” 

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Carrie (2013) dir. Kimberly Peirce

[fcrensis]

it is munday and i haven’t participated in a hot minute so here is me !!! i am not photogenic but i am also not a catfish

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anyway i’ve finally started reading carrie and,,,,, this whole book is one big faith seed mood honestly

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She was delicate  ;  white rose petal cascading down, a little loose to the rest of the bloom and drooping   (  still beautiful, endlessly, desperately  )   over thorns. Curious fingers may think her safe to pluck from the bush, a beautiful thing to display on their mantle. And those curious fingers would come away wounded, pricked by sharp teeth.

Faith’s lips were curved, smiling, and the smile held no sort of warning nor gentle suggestion of its falsity. Fingertips grazed from his jaw to chin, curious, dancing. She didn’t keep still, stepping, circling him like a lioness her prey but that lioness did not pounce, did not snarl until, gently, on the tail-end of a soft laugh, she said,

    ❝  Sometimes, Miles, it’s better to just say  thank you.  ❞

The danger in her voice was well-concealed, but there  was  danger in it. Subtler, perhaps, than the sort Jacob wore on his sleeve, but still present.

    ❝  You should be grateful. I was brought here to  save  you. Don’t you want to be saved  ?  ❞

[dazaosamu]

get to know me meme  — [1/5] heartbreaking scenes  

“It was always going to happen this way…”

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"Do you think the Father will let us pick out a Christmas tree, Faith?"

    ❝  Don’t tell Joseph,  ❞

She lowered her voice to a whisper   (  loud whisper, false secret  )   and leant in close, chest aching for the feeling of Christmas spent surrounded by friends, basking in technicolour glow, breathing pine smell into flooded lungs instead of Bliss burning the skies sickly green, anxiety as flowers died.

    ❝  But I bet we could sneak one into the compound if I can find somebody to cut it down.  ❞

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OOH   like this for a gift from faith  !!

she actually gives v thoughtful gifts but also if u don’t like it prepare 2 die

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faith visits jacob just 2 steal his judges this is fact

big,,,,, wolf babies

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alt!!

                send me ‘ alt ‘ to meet a muse i have played or would like to play

                                         ►  FAITH SEED  ,  FAR CRY 5

  When across the vastvalleys she looked, it was Eden reflected back upon her ; brilliant greenforests embedded, rising from the hilltops like great sentinels guarding herfields of white, an eerie peace she had come to know with violent intimacy.Faith filled her lungs with a long breath of air and upon it tasted the Bliss.Its talons clung to her, pulled and dragged and pressed until into its clutchesagain she fell and found a new peace in  that   world.

  The  bliss  world.

  The world she longedfor when on cold nights it slipped through her fingertips in cascades ofverdant smoke. Those nights were harder, left to untrained thoughts, when thewhispers of the river seemed to carry upon their watery tongues hallowedbreaths of an old name she had long forgotten the sounds of.

               RACHEL,

  cried the lick ofthe stream as water kissed rock-faces, unpolluted cries from voices lost,friends left behind, family abandoned to heretic calling, to nails diggingunder the flesh of her hands (  her  nails? Whose nails ? Blood bubbling through crescent moon wrists, the red all sheremembered of leaving ).

               RACHEL,

  again the samesound, the same  v o i c e  carried on the breeze that dared caress her.

  Faith  remembered Rachel. Faith remembered  forgetting   her, too, Joseph’s guiding handsleading her from a life she had never ASKED for towards a place he promised hershe’d belong though fields of white flowers, through the old graves of heraldsbefore. But she was special, hesaid, when inside of her he placed his Faith. She was different to the others,  she  wasthe one he had been searching for, no matter how many mistakes he had madebefore in the months or years he had searched for her. She was special. She washis. She was perfect. And clumsily into his honeyed words did she fall,desperate for the comfort those snowy petals brought. Still she was falling,tumbling, crashing down to Earth. The grasses licked at her ankles, and shesmiled.

  When she looked down, it was their bright whiteemblazon upon the Earth that reflected back upon her, and smeared like fliesagainst the ground were the bodies of those who had failed. Eden had not wantedthem, and so forever there they lay.

  Faith turned herback to the pilgrims and barefoot padded across petals towards the gates.Rachel lay somewhere DEAD in her wake, too.

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NON-SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE / @flosfidem

Except he’s falling, downed dogfighter plane doing a deep nosedive, hurtling past grapple posts, cerulean blue blending together with malformed clouds in a whirl ‘till it looks like the fucking blueberry cordial smoothie from Aubrey’s hole-in-the-wall diner. 

I will give you purpose, she’d told him, lips pressed in a perfect cupid’s bow, hair in loose ringlets framing her face. The resemblance to the much celebrated veiled maiden bust he’d seen on Facebook weeks ago was uncanny. But she’s different. It’s not the same. Faith had agency; the long arms of governance, of the loose laws of this county that ruled from the church. Now, with her palm flat against the wall of his back, she led him to the cusp of knowledge. He recalled the vertigo-swirl of the ground beneath him, how the smog had eclipsed the story-book patchwork quilt of land beneath him and that it felt like a dream.

All good soldiers go to heaven, she promised. All you have to do is to walk the path. 

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .