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The Exit

-On occasion someone will email me with questions about their loved ones who are in transition or who have recently crossed over. They will share their final words or their visions as they are in exit. Last week I received an email from someone who was curious if anyone had written me about having an experience like he had as one of his family members was in transition. He said that when his family member was dying he was with him in those last hours at the hospital and that when he did die he felt a feeling he had never felt before. He realized that even though his back was turned away from the bed, he knew the moment and could "feel" exactly when he had passed. But he said that even stranger was what he saw when he turned around. He said it was a misty smoke like substance not in the shape of a body exactly, but that it rose very slowly. He even asked another family member in the room if they saw it too. But they said they didn't. He continued to watch the smoke like Read more at http://theothersidepress.com/the-exit-2381

His death has blue eyes.

And red blood on the eyelashes.

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Au Vash art, poor baby,honestly he talks but in backward and with an angelic tone,only those who committed life sins such as murder especially, can understand him(probably wolfwood)

Also I draw this with hands because I dont have a pencil soo

U can redraw him or your reaction to his smile but pls tag me thank you

Remember Yami? Well this was his caretaker for a while, Death. He's also Lie's brother as well as Truth's brother (Which I'll draw later). He will only talk when needed because the red gem that he wears suppresses his emotions and feelings. He also gave one to Yami when Life cursed him. Every day is busy, and he never gets to rest because of the cycle of life and death. The staff he carries helps him teleport to places where someone's time is up. With his own hands, he can crush a person's soul.

Yandere Love

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Yandere Lover x reader

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I’m writing about an obsession yandere lover who has never been loved by anyone but when he sees y/n he instantly falls in love with her and wants to be with her so when they start dating she sees how obsessed and yandere he’s been but doesn’t mind it and it made him fall in love with her even more. PLOT TWIST AT THE END

•Warnings- characters death , murder, sadness,

•border by @firefly-graphics

H/n past relationships didn’t go well,his first relationship was just as bad as his other ones which I’m not gonna go into detail about his past.his e/n (ex name) only used him for her personal reasons such as using him for his money because he owned his own businesses/ company

When h/n (His Name) found out that his e/n was using him for his money to buy stuff to show off and brag about it to her friendsshe didn’t really care about him nor loved him so when he found out about it he was heartbroken, he confronted her about it and she didn’t even deny it, which broke his heart even more so h/n ended the relationship with. e/n, while e/n said some hurtful things before she left but what could he do about it.

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Now let’s fast forward to the present where h/n found,someone a y/n his y/n is very sweet , kind and innocent she loves him for him and he loves it until that one day that person who would do such a thing to his y/n well let’s go find out ja ne

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It was just like any other day in the day time you were outside enjoying the his quite it was and get some fresh air your b/n was at work he had some business to attend to not that you minded this was a good time to cook his favorite meal before he gets home so you headed to the kitchen and started cooking his favorite meal.

it was around 8 and 9 that your b/n was going to come home soon,so you went into the living room close to the door so when he opens the door he’s gonna get a surprise hug from you so then as you hear his car pulls up in the drive way your happy because he’s home so you hear the door unlocked babe I’m hom- you run up to jump on him wrapping your legs and arms around him while saying Welcome home my love you said yes yes I’m glad to be back I see you cooked my favorite meal for me mmh he said

Yes I did I knew you would tired from work so I cooked for you I also made you bath I set your clothes out for you you said with a happy face while walking towards the kitchen to make his plate thank you sweetheart that’s very kind of you but you should rest

No no it’s fine I’ll do anything for you if it’s you, you said smiling

Well I can’t change your mind can I nope you said while hiding a giggle, you both then sat at the kitchen table and started eating while asking each other how they day went making small talk an hour or two go by and it’s time for bed you washed the dishes turned of the kitchen light made sure the door was locked and head upstairs your was b/n was just finishing up in the bathroom you go into the bathroom to brush your teeth after that you you rinsed your mouth you both then got into bed turned the lamp off your b/n pulled you closer to him so you wouldn’t be to far from him on the other side of the bed he pulled the covers up towards both of you, you moved closer towards him as you both fell asleep together in bed.

Heroine of the slaves - Song of fire and sand "in the meadow of hope many fools graze"

Warning:

Mention of death and blood

Hope does not always have to be an individual's conviction that something will turn out well. Rather, it seems to be the certainty that everything makes some kind of sense. But sometimes people are also afraid to hope and for Kayra, after Atropathene, hope is like a strong pull that holds her tight and does not want to let her go. A grip against which she tries to fight with all her might. But perhaps it is hope that keeps her fighting for a better future, and some dawns can bring surprising insights and visitors. 

The smell of blood and burnt wood was in the air, the screams of the villagers echoed across the small market place in the middle of the village. No one had heard the bandits coming. Silently they had crept up to the village, under the cover of the forest. Women and children screamed, the men tried to defend themselves with what they had against the intruders. But the bandits were more experienced, better equipped and more brutal.

The farmers' shovels, hooks and pitchforks were made for working in the fields, not for defending themselves. One by one, they were cut down by the arrows and sword strokes of the attackers. The crying of the children and the pleading of the women increased. Some of them were taken into the forest, others were slaughtered in their homes or burnt alive. The acrid stench of death hung over the entire village. Why the bandits attacked this remote village, close to the mountain range, no one knew. The villagers were peaceful people and had barely enough to make ends meet. None of them were rich and even the jewellery some of the women wore was not worth attacking this village. 

Kayra did not know why all this was happening and she did not know what to do. She only knew that she was going to die, just like her parents had just died. Her father had sent her and her mother into the house and ordered them to hide in the small cellar under the house floor in the living room. But before he could lock the door, the bandits had already entered their house. Kayra had wondered how the bandits had managed to get to her house so quickly. Although the village was not large, her family's house was at the other end of the village. But before Kayra could finish that thought, a sword blade flashed and severed her father's jugular. Her mother's scream went right to Kayra's bones, and her father stood frozen before he grabbed his neck in horror and fell to the ground with a gasp. The loud thud as he hit the wooden floor was something Kayra would never forget in her life. Her father's form twitched briefly before he lay motionless. 

Kayra felt her body go rigid, her thoughts racing, but she couldn't get hold of any of them. She wanted to run away but her legs would not obey her. 

Her mother's scream made her flinch again. She rushed at the bandits, the knife that had been on the dining table a few moments ago was now pointed at the three bandits at the door. "Murderer!" her mother cried, reaching out with her hand to plunge the knife into the first man's chest. Deep down Kayra knew that this was futile, but for a moment hope flared in her to get out alive and escape this massacre. 

But her hope was shattered, like a mirror falling to the floor and shattering into a thousand tiny shards. 

With a single movement of his hand, the man repelled her mother's attack and pushed her away. Her body crashed against the stone hearth and before she had regained her composure, the man standing next to Kayra's father's body plunged his sword into her abdomen. 

Kayra's mother made a strangled sound, her eyes moving over to where her daughter stood. Her gaze was full of fear and desperation "run" was all that came from her lips before the man pulled the sword from her abdomen. With a loud smacking sound, the sword slid from the wound, her mother's gaze where still on Kayra. With trembling legs and one hand on her wound, she moved towards her "run" she spoke again, but quieter this time. Her voice was barely more than a breath "can we finally end this?" Asked the third man, who until now had only stood by the door and watched the goings-on. With a few steps he had reached Kayra's mother, with a quick movement he rammed his sword into her back. Kayra could only watch as her mother let out a strangled scream. Blood came out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back before her body fell limply to the ground. 

"So little one" the man spoke "you will come with us." Before Kayra knew what was happening to her the man grabbed her hair and pulled her towards the door "set the house on fire" he ordered the other two and pushed Kayra through the door in front of him. 

"Fight back" she whispered "fight back. Take the knife that lies on the floor." But it was to no avail, Kayra could only watch as the men took her nine-year-old self out of the house and to the horses. Here gaze dropped down to her feet where a pool of blood had formed. The blood of her parents. She could still see herself looking back, helpless, frightened, and full of fear. She still saw her mother, with the last of her strength, pronounce her name one last time before her brown eyes became dark and lifeless. 

She could do nothing, not then and not now. Just as then, she was condemned to simply stand by and do nothing. If she had known then what future awaited her, would she have acted differently? If she had known that she was the only survivor and that slavery would be sold, would she have run?

Pars era 320, 100 farsangs east of Ecbatana, near the great continental route and 20 farsangs west of Gurgan.

Startled, Kayra roused from her sleep. She felt her breathing rapid and irregular and her clothes sticking uncomfortably to her body. That dream again, she thought in frustration, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. She felt herself shivering and cold sweat standing on her forehead. She had dreamt again of the day her parents had been murdered and again she had been a silent spectator, unable to do or change anything. 

But could she change anything? Her parents were dead and even if in the dream she had the power to change something, to resist or even to run away, in the end even that would only be a dream and when she woke up her parents would still be dead. 

The cry of an owl made her flinch. Her heart still racing wildly, she took three deep breaths and then let the breath out slowly through her mouth. Slowly her mind and her heart gradually calmed down. 

Kayra looked around, the fire in the centre of the little cave had burnt down a little, yet it would still hold until daybreak. She didn't seem to have woken any of the others. 

Her gaze wandered to the other side of the cave where Prince Arslan slept. His features looked relaxed, and his chest rose and fell evenly. A little away from him, Narsus and Elam slept, Farangis lay a little away from herself, to her left, she too seemed to continue sleeping. Kayra looked towards the entrance of the cave, where on the right side Gieve was leaning against the stone rock, snoring a little. 

Kayra raised her eyebrows sceptically - a womaniser who snored, she would definitely point that out to him, the next time he tried to flirt. 

Kayra exhaled in relief, thankfully she hadn't woken anyone with her nightmare. She looked out of the cave and up at the sky, it wouldn't be long before the sun rose, sleep was out of the question. Slowly and as silently as possible, Kayra pushed her blanket aside and stood up, a little fresh air would do her good now.

Quietly she crept out of the cave, the air was cooler here and there was a light breeze, coming from the east. Kayra brushed her hair back and enjoyed the silence and the pleasant wind on her skin for a brief moment. 

The moon still shone brightly in the sky and the stars shone clearly in the dark night sky. On the distant horizon Kayra could faintly make out the dawn, but it would be some time before the new light of day pushed aside the black of night and life awoke again. 

"It's still a little early, isn't it? We didn't plan another changing of the guard, did we?" Daryun's deep voice brought Kayra back from her thoughts, she turned slowly to face the Marzban. The black knight saws leaning against a tree a little away from the entrance. At his back stretched the high rock wall, to his right lay the entrance to the cave. From this position, Daryun could easily observe the small plateau, the plain in front of him and the path that led past the cave. He himself, however, seemed to merge with the shadows and any attacker would only have noticed him when it was already too late. 

Kayra smiled slightly, though Daryun could not see this, in the darkness of the night and at the distance. "I couldn't sleep anymore and thought a little fresh air would do me good." She replied, stepping closer to him "may I join you?" She asked as she stood in front of him. 

Daryun nodded slightly and slid a little to the side on the boulder he was sitting at. For a while they both just sat in silence next to each other, enjoying the silence of the dark. The crickets chirped softly in this late summer night, now and then an owl could be heard in the thicket of trees. 

It was quiet and peaceful and although summer was already over and autumn had arrived, held, south of the Damavand Mountains the nights were still not too cold and offered a pleasant cooling to the still quite warm days. 

"Did Gieve's snoring wake you?" Daryun asked suddenly and Kayra opened her eyes in surprise, which she had closed for a brief moment. "So you heard it too?" "Yes it couldn't really be overheard," growled the Marzban and Kayra had to stifle a laugh. "If the women knew what they were getting into, they probably wouldn't be so at his feet" "probably that's why he never stays more than one night" Kayra said grinning widely.

Daryun let out a laugh "it would be nice if it was just his snoring but unfortunately that wasn't why I couldn't sleep anymore" she added. "A bad dream?" Kayra just nodded in confirmation and looked up at the starry sky again "do you want to talk about it?" Daryun asked, not looking at the young woman beside him. Kayra continued to look up at the starry sky, for a moment she closed her eyes again before she began to speak. "Do you really want to hear it?" "I wouldn't ask if I didn't" the black-haired man replied. 

Daryun sounded slightly offended, and Kayra could understand it in a way. They had been travelling together for some time now and even though Daryun had distrusted her in the beginning, when they had met on the battlefield of Atropathene. Especially the last fights against Lord Karlan's men and Lusitanian soldiers had built up a trusting, almost friendly basis between them. 

Kayra knew that Daryun was loyal and Daryun saw her as his equal. 

Kayra rubbed her temples to clear away her thoughts and the headache that was coming on "I'm sorry" she spoke "I didn't mean to offend you it's just" she interrupted herself and looked at the man beside her. 

"It's been a long time since anyone wanted to know how I was. I'm not used to travelling in company anymore it seems." She said and a slight smile played around her fine lips, causing a small dimple to appear on her right cheek.

Daryun returned her smile, leaning back against the tree trunk with a sigh. "Don't worry" he then said "you don't have to tell me. But I can assure you that I do care about my comrades. Besides, we're going to be travelling together for a long time now, you'd better get used to the company." He added with a twinkle in his eye and Kayra had to laugh at his comment. 

When she calmed down again, she also leaned back against the tree trunk. In the east, the rising sun could already be seen, and the black night sky slowly changed to a dark blue and purple. The stars began to fade, and the first birds could be heard chirping. Soon the others would awaken, and they would continue their journey to Peshawar Citadel.

"My parents" Kayra whispered softly and Daryun looked at her. When he said nothing, she continued "sometimes, ...I dream of them. About the day the bandits came to our village and burned everything down. I dream about them murdering my parents and taking me away. I stand there and can do nothing. I watch as my mother lies on the ground and bleeds to death. She tells me to run away, but I can't even do that. Instead, I stand there petrified."

She wiped her face briefly with her sleeve, not wanting to cry. She had never really had the chance to mourn her parents, as a young girl, but now was not the time. 

Maybe when this was all over, she would be able to return and finally mourn her parents properly after all these years. Maybe she would even ask Farangis to say a prayer for the village so that their souls could finally find peace. But now was not the time to look back, right now she had to help Prince Arslan free Pars from the Lusitanians and help him make this land a better one than it was before.  

"You could have done nothing then," Daryun's voice broke the rising silence between them. "You were a child, nothing you could have done could have prevented the death of your parents or the villagers." He looked at her seriously and Kayra returned his gaze.

He was serious yet full of compassion, she knew he meant what he said and even though deep down she knew he was right she felt helpless. 

"It feels wrong" she sighed and turned her gaze away from the Marzban and onto the narrow path in front of her which wound its way past the rocks and to the cave. 

"It feels wrong to be the only survivor and believe me when I tell you I have asked myself more than once why me." She ran a hand through her hair, playing with one of her red strands. Daryun hummed in agreement. "I can understand why you feel that way but look at it from this side, you are the one who remembers these people. Their names, their history. You are the one who keeps these people alive by talking about them, by remembering them. Nothing happens for no reason, does it? I believe there is always a greater whole, perhaps you should not die on this day yet, perhaps we should meet to fight together for Prince Arslan to make Pars a better place."

"Perhaps you are right" sighed Kayra "perhaps there is a greater purpose to all of this, even if I haven´t see it yet." "You have already suffered much in your life Kayra. So much that it would probably be enough for most people to live two lives, but you are strong. You've come so far; it seems you just have to keep fighting a little longer." 

Daryun smiled at Kayra, and she returned it "yes" she said "probably I just need to fight a little bit more." She was silent for a moment before continuing "I'm sorry to have bothered you with this. I don't know why I'm getting so sentimental all of a sudden" "We are very close to Gurgan and the Damavand mountains, you have lived here for a long time, haven't you? You know the area, probably this brings back old memories." 

The young woman bit her lips, yes old memories that was probably the right expression.

How many years had she lived here near Gurgan, in the fortress of Bash Kulla? So many beautiful memories and so many painful ones connected her to this place. 

Her gaze fell to the inside of the cave, to her sleeping place. There, next to her blanket and her travel bag, close to her spear, lay the packed bundle. A helmet, a helmet she had found covered in blood on the battlefield of Atropathene. Where the army of Pars had lost to Lusitania. Where she had been betrayed by one of her own and where Kayra had felt that strong and dark magic. A helmet she knew only too well. But she had only found this one. 

Guilt welled up in her again. Shapur was dead, there was no doubt about it, no one had been able to escape this massacre. Involuntarily she asked herself if he had thought of her.

How long had it been now, nine years? Had he perhaps hoped in his last moments to meet her again in the afterlife? And if so, was he disappointed not to find her there or was he relieved that she was still here on the other side? Or had he perhaps not thought of her at all? She could not even have blamed him. Maybe he had already married, and his last thoughts were of his family. His wife, his children? 

Kayra's stomach tightened painfully at the thought. She still carried the ring Shapur had given her. A ring as a sign that he would take her as his wife. Kayra had never forgotten this promise, but what was about Shapur? 

After all, he had to assume that she was dead. Had he mourned her? Did he still miss her sometimes? And what about Isfan? He had been just thirteen years old and now? Now he was a grown man, would he ever be able to forgive her for abandoning him? 

Daryun followed Kayra's gaze, which was fixed on the small pouch. He knew that Lord Shapur's helmet was in it. Kayra had told her story to him, Narsus, Prince Arslan and Elam and even if the young woman next to him did not show it openly. 

He had heard rumors then as a young soldier and Marzban. 

Rumors that Lord Shapur had had a relationship with a slave girl. He himself had never spoken to him about it, but Karlan and Sam had confirmed these rumors to him. 

Kayra was grieving for a loved one, Daryun knew how she felt. He too had lost his uncle in the last battle. Grief could be an overpowering emotion.

"We do not know if Lord Shapur fell in Atropathene" he began to speak softly. Kayra did not move, yet he continued to speak. "We know from Gieve that he was not among the Marzban lined up at the gates of Ecbatana. Lord Kubard was not among them either, perhaps they both escaped." 

Kayra took her eyes off the helmet and looked skeptically at Daryun "Shapur trained me" he continued unperturbed "when I joined the army I rose very quickly. Most people thought it was because of my uncle's influence, but Lord Shapur was the only one who thought otherwise. He trained me and taught me how to use the lance. Through him I also learnt that it is not always strength that counts, you also must know your opponent and study him. So, until I receive word that Lord Shapur has fallen, I believe he is still alive and so should you." 

Kayra smiled slightly at his words, but then shook her head "Hope is the meadow where many fools graze" she then spoke and looked at him seriously. 

“I learned long ago that hope is something that slows us down and only holds us back." "Then what has kept you going all these years?" Daryun asked, his smile widening as he noticed Kayra's astonished expression. 

In the meantime, the sun had appeared on the eastern horizon, bathing Kayra's hair in a sea of red flames. Her eyes were brightly lit by the sun and shimmered as darkly as the forest, with its many conifers, before them. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again, Daryun enjoying her stunned look. He was about to speak again when a rustling sound caught their attention. 

Kayra and Daryun jumped up directly from their position and looked towards the path. Both had drawn their swords. 

They had never expected the sight that lay before them. A young girl, hardly older than ten, stepped out of the bushes onto the path. She stood frozen when she saw the two adults in front of her. Her clothes were only rags, and her face was scratched by the branches and twigs. She was missing a shoe and her small hands were full of dried blood. Her brown curly hair was matted, her brown eyes darting back and forth between Kayra and Daryun. 

Kayra slid her short sword back into the sword sheath and nodded to Daryun, there seemed to be no danger from the girl. But Daryun would remain vigilant for now. 

Slowly they approached the girl who was swaying towards them.

Her right knee was scraped, and her foot was bleeding, apparently, she had cut herself somewhere on a sharp stone. 

The girl turned her eyes on Kayra, "It's you," she croaked and stopped. Tears came to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. 

Puzzled Kayra stopped and looked at Daryun, she continued to walk towards the girl until she stood in front of her and knelt down. 

"What do you mean?" She asked gently "you are,…aren't you? You're Kayra" "how do you know my name?" Kayra was confused, she had never seen this girl before. Or had she? There was such a vague feeling spreading through her body.

"Mummy" was all that came from the girl, "you're the one from Mummy's stories". 

Mummy´s stories? Kayra was now finally confused; she was looking up at Daryun for help. But the former Marzban didn't seem to know who or what the girl was talking about either. 

"The heroine" the girl now seemed to be completely distraught "Kayra, the heroine of the slaves. I've been looking for you" she sobbed, wiping her face with her dirty sleeve. "You have to save us all, just like mum always tells us, you have to come back. You have to marry him after all" "who do I have to save?" Kayra asked, grabbing the girl by the arm "who do I have to marry?" "You do have to save us from the Lusitanians" a hiccup ran through the little girl's body, but she could not be dissuaded from continuing to speak.

"You must save us. You have to save Mum and Dad and Lord Isfan and Lord Shapur, or they will hurt them all. You must come back to Bash Kulla. You have to save Lord Shapur or you two won't be able to get married like Mum told me." 

Kayra looked at the little girl in shock, had she just heard it right? The Lusitanians were in Bash Kulla and Shapur was still alive? Was this girl perhaps Amala's daughter? The daughter of her former friend, who had also been a slave in Shapur's household? Is that why she looked so familiar to her? But before Kayra could ask the girl any more questions, she fainted and fell straight into her arms. 

Kayra was startled for a moment and involuntarily felt for the girl's pulse. 

She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Daryun "she seems very exhausted" "no wonder" he nodded in agreement and now put his sword back in its sheath as well. "Bash Kulla is at least a two day march away, who knows how long she has been travelling." He bent down to Kayra and grabbed the child from her, gently he took her in his arms and lifted her up "she seems a brave little thing if she escaped the Lusitanians and made it this far on her own." He walked towards the cave from where the first voices of the others were already coming to them "heroine of the slaves?" He asked in surprise and turned to Kayra, but she just shrugged her shoulders in perplexity.

"Nevertheless," replied the Marzban, "I have a feeling that Peshawar will have to wait a little longer for us." 

Kayra sighed and followed Daryun back to the others without comment. Hope. How much she had suppressed this feeling all these years and now it was fighting its way back to the surface with all its might. 

Should she really dare to hope? Maybe that was the reason Daryun had spoken of earlier, maybe she just had to keep fighting a little longer. Maybe everything would turn out all right somehow.

Smiling, she shook her head. Heroine of the slaves, what a stupid title that was.

what if death is a like a prism our consciousness passes through like light, and scatters us like particles, breaking out wavelengths seen and unseen, and when we meet someone we feel like we’ve known our whole life we’re re-meeting a small part of ourselves we traveled with on another journey at another time, now shining through a new medium, and maybe those rare ones we find and feel like soul mates are particles of us in a wavelength closer to the one which we presently perceive

When death became Dawn

Time flies quicker than before

Sunny days dim out

The moon claims her skies

Warmth touches frail, cold hands

They look at you sorrowfully

You've never felt fitter.

Gradually you rise, smile and laugh away

Unbeknownst to you who became dawn

Forever to rise again.

I feel like my days are limited tbh like ima go soon and never come back my sweet release freedom i feel this way bc i feel sick every day it takes a whole lot of energy just to stand up sometimes and i feel like im gonna puke every time i do once it's my time I'm not gonna fight it i won't be mad it will be a blessing for me and for everyone around me

My body is a group chat, and no one is doing any work. The function that used to be doing everything is dead in the corner

I love that snails were depicted in Vanitas art to represent the Virgin Mary because people thought they reproduced asexually