#[ verse: third seat ] and from that mouth that devours i cry out to you

[godkilller]

memories of childhood

repost. don't reblog. bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies.

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room, slamming doors, pervasive loneliness, a dog barking, rain on a metal roof, flinching at movement, the creak of an old house, forced laughter, wandering in the dark woods, wondering how you made it through, sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it, trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy, confusion at the pain, running barefoot in the grass, wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing, realizing you aren’t a priority, grass stains on white clothing, trying to earn love you will never have, being threatened over the smallest mistake, secrets you are warned not to share, the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better, grief that aches in your bones, childish dares and pranks, the sense that your body isn’t yours, shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry, sledding down a frozen hill, absentmindedly following snakes through the grass, punching a tree until your knuckles bleed, tears over every dead creature you find, searching out small places you can hide… just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you, the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking, floral dresses, body tensing at approaching footsteps, anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos, the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace, being told you’re too sensitive, the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day.

tagged by: i stole it from @zealctry, thank you! tagging: @keikakudori, @dokuhai, @owabisuru / @gyakusama, @madestars / @rejekshun, and anyone else!

[godkilller]

'DEAL WITH IT IN THERAPY' HAD TO BE ONE OF THE SICKEST THINGS TO ANNOUNCE BEFORE ISSUING AN ATTACK, Gin surmised as he witnessed his (for now) superior leap into the air towards him. There was no time to snark about whether or not Shinji was wrestling with some self-esteem issues or anything like that to be in constant conflict for scraps of his pride with two different children of the Gotei 13's seated ranks.

Gin slid his smaller body easily out of the way, slippery and nimble as he was -- Shinji's lunge summoned the memory of gutting a full-grown adult, their previous Third Seat, foolishly throwing their slower and heftier weight and body around at him. His undoing. However... this was supposed to be thoughtless fun. Maybe he wasn't quite good enough yet at hiding these little flares of deep and darkened murderous intent, a flash sharpening in the air between them before it was swiftly gone.

❝ I oughtta report ya for child abuse before takin' my problems to therapy at this rate! ❞ And off Gin ran, bolting, knowing better than to test his luck dodging numerous attacks thrown his way by a captain-class Shinigami.

          Captain Shinji Hirako gets into childish wrestling matches with one Lieutenant Hiyori Sarugaki on the regular, Gin, do you honestly think he cares about his reputation of being terrible with bratty kids?

          ❝ Deal with it in therapy, ❞ Shinji tells him before flinging himself into the air towards Gin, preparing to deliver a diving elbow drop onto his third seat.

[justaramblingromantic]

ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ

Characters/Pairing: Kobayashi Rindou and Tsukasa Eishi/EiRin

Type: Canon-divergent AU, Post-series, Lost and Found-verse, Freestyle

Word Count: 2628

A/N: Oops, I forgot Lost and Found. Fifth (and last) kiss prompt. I have no idea what’s going on anymore. Passive aggressive!Eishi is fun to write, as always. Angry!Rindou, even more fun! Ufufufu. Oh yah, rating for sexy-tiemz~

She was staring unseeingly out the car window.

It was drizzling outside, so the scenery went by in a dark, wet blur. It was late evening, the roads were fairly quiet – they were on their way back after attending the opening night of an acquaintance’s new restaurant. They were both dressed formally for the event – he was handsomely attired in a charcoal three-piece precisely tailored to his whipcord lean form, and she was wearing a figure hugging little black dress that accentuated her curves and showed off her long, lithe legs. They made a striking couple, and had received many similar compliments that evening despite her demurring replies that they were ‘just friends.’

He had been silent, letting her speak on both of their behalves. There was no indication whatsoever from him regarding his thoughts on the matter when she glanced cursorily at him. In hindsight, why would he care what other people said? He barely paid attention to anything non-food related for the most parts.

The dinner service had been fantastic. She had nothing but praise for the full course meal, something which her companion had duly echoed with his own, more restrained salutations to their delighted host.

They had left the establishment shortly after, sated by good food and entertaining company, and it was only when they were both seated in the privacy of his vehicle, that he slowly revealed clearer hints of his opinion on the evening.

The atmosphere within the dim car interior was entirely quiet on the way home, but the silence was hardly oppressive or strained. Rather, it was subtly…charged.

Tsukasa was at the wheel and as with nearly everything he did these days, he maneuvered the sleek, expensive sedan with precise, mesmerizing mastery and masculine grace. She sat in the passenger seat beside him in uncharacteristically subdued silence, deliberately avoiding looking at him, an entirely unfocused, distracted air surrounding her. It was as if she was off in her own little world.

Not for the first time, a part of her could not help but contemplate the complex nature of their torturous relationship. She dizzily wondered how it was that they had both ended up in this exact position right now.

Her glowing gold slit eyes slowly glazed over. A growing flush coated her cheeks. Everything felt so dazedly distant at the moment, barely relative.

A soft, unsteady sigh escaped her.

She shifted subtly in her seat, fighting the urge to arch her hips, a slowly growing desperation to relieve that aching, mounting pressure building inside of her, more and more unbearable by the second.

She was starting to breathe faster, a bit more erratically, the rush of blood and adrenaline thrumming heatedly through her veins and making other more…sensitive parts of her throb uncontrollably.

The passing streetlamps briefly cast their waxy, yellowish light on the delicate scrap of lace and silk that dangled loosely around her slender ankle, her panties momentarily abandoned and forgotten like her sense of propriety, completely overtaken by lust and need. Her leg twitched on its own accord, restless. It was all she could do to keep still.

Her driver continued to navigate them along the stretch of Tokyo’s streets smoothly, and calmly ignored her growing fluster and dishevelment. His gaze remain firmly fixed on the road, his noble, aristocratic profile revealing not even a hint of what he was thinking.

She closed her eyes and bit her lips. They were already so red and bruised from how hard she had been trying to control herself. She was starting to quiver; she felt so intolerably hot all over. A breathless moan stole from that rosy mouth. Oh, gods.

This time, he responded to her frustrated little cry. He took his eyes briefly off the road, those lavender irises several shades darker than normal raptly focused on the beautiful redhead slowly coming undone beside him.

“Would you like me to stop?” he enquired mildly, as if he was simply offering a genteel suggestion that had nothing to do with the fact that his hand was currently sandwiched between her trembling thighs, those long adroit fingers of his moist with her honeyed slickness, the digits buried so deep in her and steadily driving her crazy ever since they left the restaurant.

She shook her head jerkily. “N-No,” she breathed, almost whining.

“…No?” His index and third fingers were flexing slowly, deliberately inside of her, thumb brushing against her sensitive clitoris, flicking the wet pink pearl that sat at the juncture of her legs.

“Don’t stop. Please,” she gasped like a prayer. Her hand coming to grip his wrist, blunt nails digging into his skin, her hips rubbing up against his hand for more of that maddening friction. “Eishi…!”

The hem of her short dress was bunched up around her waist, scandalously exposing her soft, rounded flanks, willowy legs and the sensual, lewd sight of his hand possessively cupping her womanhood, slippery and dewy with the traces of her sexual excitement. Rindou squeezed her eyes shut, her head lolling back against the headrest of his bimmer, panting. She writhed fruitlessly against him, trying to get him to move the way she needed him to but to no avail.

He had been cruel, teasing her relentlessly for the last half an hour or so with that hand of his, caressing her soft pink, nether lips with ghostly touches that heightened her awareness of him to the point of unbearable hypersensitivity, deliberately, slowly tracing the folds of her weeping slit, erotically massaging her needy flesh until she was wet and sticky and shuddering with unfulfilled pleasure.

“Let me come, please please please let me come…!” She was begging, and so passionately that he could no longer ignore her calls. A sharp, abrupt turn of the steering wheel later, he pulled the car over by the side of the quiet, deserted road, threw on the hazard lights, and proceeded to get her off properly like she had been wanting him to.

Swiftly undoing his seatbelt, he leaned over, caught her puffy lips with his own even as he thrust his fingers faster, harder into her. She was frantic, her moans muffled by his hungry, lustful kiss, her hips rising in tandem to meet his strokes even as his other hand curled around the side of her waist, holding her down so that he could keep her from squirming away from his punishing pace. Seeing her like this, helpless and entirely under his mercy was doing something to him too, sending deeply primal urges, animalistic instincts and desires spearing through the refined veneer of his reserved, knightly persona. The full, unrelenting force of his complete, undivided attention was overwhelming. She buckled and clutched at his jacket, wrinkling the material badly in her hands but neither noticed. He devoured her mouth and swallowed her smoky cries of pleasure, working her all over and so thoroughly that she was becoming a beautiful, sweaty mess in his merciless clutches.

She did not last long, after being toyed and played with the way he had her. That liquid, molten heat coiling in the pit of her belly grew and grew and grew until she could hardly stand the pressure anymore, and then, it abruptly burst. Her orgasm slammed into her, and she stiffened and howled her release into his mouth, her body jerking, her thighs clamping down hard around his hand, keeping him still as the strong involuntary convulsions of her inner walls squeezed and milked hungrily at his fingers, buried all the way up to his knuckles in her.

Her alluring heat, her explosive, ferocious passion, her heady, irresistible scent, they drove him to an utter, complete distraction. The urge to take her there and then was overwhelming, only barely overridden by common sense and his own self-control. In consolation, he kissed her gasping mouth deep and slow, willing himself to get a firm grip, methodically cooling the restless, ravenous fire stirring his blood. He continued to kiss her as he waited for her to regain herself, even as the tremors of her release continued for some time afterwards, leaving her trembling and satiated. She started to respond, eagerly and amorously, until he pulled away at last, his dampened hand slipping from between her languorously parting limbs.

Spent, she reclined against the backrest and watched with glowing, heavy lidded eyes as he calmly wiped off the evidences of her pleasure with tissue. Then, just as nonchalantly, he resumed the drive back to her place, guiding the powerful machine back on the road to rejoin traffic. There were no words exchanged between them, and the rest of the journey was made in silence. The previous needy, frenetic atmosphere turned calm, tranquil. She was becoming sleepy now, and after wiggling the skirt of her dress back down over her bare hips, she turned and curled up on her seat like a contented and well fed feline, facing him so she could stare at his profile and wonder what his stunningly aggressive energy from this evening was all about. She received no answer regardless of how closely she studied him, and eventually ended up drifting off.

She was roused awake shortly after; they had arrived at the building of her apartment. The car had stopped, the engine switched off. He was still silent, but watching her now with that same glittering, enigmatic expression in his lavender eyes. She shivered under his inscrutable stare, and much to her chagrin, could feel arousal slowly start to build and tingle between her legs once more.

She started to free herself from her seatbelt, getting ready to get out of the vehicle. She licked her lips, still swollen from his ravaging kisses. That dull throb of excitement increased in intensity, just a bit. She squeezed her thighs together, surreptitiously.

“Do you wanna come up for cof-?”

“Rindou,” he interrupted her before she could finish. “Do you let your ‘friends’ touch you like that?”

She blinked at his abrupt, but very quiet question.

“…Huh?” she replied intelligently. Like that? Like what??

“Do you let your ‘friends’ touch you the way I just had?” he repeated with a harder, clipped tone.

“No!” She continued to gape at him in surprise, the dots slowly connecting in her head, as she started to figure out where all his intense displeasure was coming from.

“…Wait a minute; is this all because of what I said at the restaurant earlier?” she uttered dumbly.

He narrowed his eyes at her. So that was really what he was all on fire for! She was still gawking in disbelief, going on the defensive. “What else was I supposed to say? I was taken by surprise!”

And also…

“Did you just get me off in order to prove a point??”

Unbelievable.

He ignored her demand in favor of firing out one of his own.

“Are you ashamed to be with me?”

“No?! I don’t even know what we are!” They had only started this…whatever-it-is thing between them very recently, after dancing around each other for god knew how long, the tension between them building until it had abruptly resolved itself in the only way that mattered. They also both never really spoken about it, and so she had drawn her own conclusion. “I thought that we were having a friends-with-benefits type of arrangement!”

His eyes flashed dangerously at her claim. He would not allow her to think that way. He enunciated his stand with terse clarity.

“I don’t do friends-with-benefits. I’m not that open minded, and most definitely not with you.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“What; you mean we’ve been dating all this time?” Why did no one ever tell her anything??

“Yes.”

“Fine!” she bellowed back, before she could even think better. In fact, she was getting so peeved with him, she didn’t even want to be in this conversation for even a moment longer. One hand scrambled for the door latch, the other reached down to her ankle in an effort to pull her panties free from where it had gotten tangled up with her heel, abruptly recalling its presence. Once she had achieved that feat, she wadded the intimate scrap of lace and silk in her hand and lobbed it straight at his stupid head.

“You know what; for your first official duty as a boyfriend, you can jolly well learn how not to use sex to punish your girlfriend!! Congratulations; I was gonna get you laid tonight but you just went and cockblocked yourself!!”

The door slammed opened; she would have sailed out of the car with her nose high in the air and her back straight like a queen if not for the fact that she was still all wobbly from having his hands all over her earlier. Just one brisk step out of the car and her legs gave out from under her. She went down in a sprawl. Very humiliating.

He swiftly emerged from his side too, long strides eating up the ground as he rounded the front of the car and over to her. She was already struggling to get back up; the short, tight dress and tall stilettos did not make her recovery easy, and since she had just donated her panties to the idiot boyfriend to wear as a hat, she was not keen to flash the public by accident. Good thing he was there, since he proceeded to lift her and set her back down on her feet as if she weighed next to nothing. She tried to bat him away the moment she was steady, scowling belligerently at him.

“I’m so pissed at you right now; get your hands off me, asshole-” she blustered only to be reeled straight into his arms and thoroughly kissed again. He was also grabbing her ass and pressing her right up against the growing hardness between his legs. This pervert; he was getting turned on by her anger.

She let herself be distracted for a good five seconds before she shoved away from him, swallowing down the moan that threatened to escape at his dizzying proximity. She tottered away, wagging her finger at him.

“I’m serious, I’m hopping mad at you. You better be begging for forgiveness if you want to get back into my good graces!”

“Fair enough,” he allowed reluctantly. She wasn’t going to entertain him tonight, and he was smart enough to ease off to let her fiery temper cool down some. “But Rindou; you know I want you as much as you want me.”  

She glowered at him, unable to refute the truth in his plain statement. “Pretty sure I can trade you in for someone a lot less problematic, hmmph.”

Now it was his turn to glare. “I will turn you over my knee.”

She did not know why, but that thought kind of excited her, which was why she held her tongue.

“Rindou. I’m not joking.”

“That’s really rich coming from someone who thinks that I let my ‘friends’ touch me all over,” she retorted snidely, and he could not help the wince at her pointed jab. That had not been his smartest move that evening, even if he had been righteously upset by her assumption. Friends-with-benefits, was she out of her mind? He wasn’t going to settle for anything less than marriage.

She tossed her crimson hair over her shoulder and stalked into her apartment building, but not before giving him that universal ‘you’re skating on thin ice, pal’ look that all erroneous boyfriends were familiar with. This relationship was already off to a great start, it seemed.  

He palmed his face. She was really going to make him grovel, wasn’t she?

And what the hell was he supposed to do with her panties?

[blackchurchnewswire]

LISTEN: Whyte House Family Devotions: A Prayer for the Family, the Church, the Nation and the World #362 (Friday, May 18, 2018): “Love Covers,” by Billy Graham

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[caption id="attachment_40916" align="alignleft" width="156"] Daniel Whyte III[/caption] My family and I have had morning devotions, or family altar as some people call it, every day ever since my wife, Meriqua, and I were married 30 years ago. We have prayed and read the Bible together as well as other devotional books as a family, and it is the only reason why this family has stayed together, and the only reason why God has blessed our family and used our family in ministry all of these years. We read Ephesians 5 and 6 every morning as it relates to the role of each member of the family and how that we need to put on the whole armor of God to fight against the devil who is seeking to destroy our family and all Christian families, churches, and Christians. So, now after 30 years of doing this in our home, we are opening this up to others who don't have a family to pray with, who don't have a spouse, or who are single by choice, and to encourage all families who are still intact to go back to the family altar and have devotions together every morning. In these devotions, you may hear me deal with a temptation I'm facing in my life, you may hear me rebuke my wife about not doing what she should be doing, or you may hear me get on one of my children's cases about something they're doing. Don't be shocked; this is real life. SING "DOXOLOGY" Praise God from Whom all blessings flow Praise Him, all creatures here below Praise Him above, ye heavenly hosts Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost Amen Billy Graham said, “God speaks to those who are prepared in their hearts to listen. Discern the voice from heaven above the noisy din of earth’s confusion.” ------ RECITE: THE NEW NICENE CREED We believe in one God, the Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth, of all things visible and invisible. And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only Son of God, begotten from the Father before all ages, God from God, Light from Light, true God from true God, begotten, not made; of the same essence as the Father. Through him all things were made. For us and for our salvation he came down from heaven; he became incarnate by the Holy Spirit and the virgin Mary, and was made human. He was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate; he suffered, bled, died, and was buried. The third day he rose again, according to the Scriptures. He was seen alive by Mary Magdalene and the other women, the disciples and over 500 other brethren; He ascended to heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father. He will come again with glory to judge the living and the dead. His kingdom will never end. And we believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life. He proceeds from the Father and the Son, and with the Father and the Son is worshiped and glorified. He spoke through the prophets. We believe in one holy universal and apostolic church. We affirm one baptism for the forgiveness of sins. We look forward to the resurrection of the dead, and to life in the world to come. Amen. ------ EPHESIANS 6:12-13 12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. 13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stephen J. Cole writes in his commentary on this passage: "Adequate preparation is a major part of victory in spiritual warfare. Proverbs 24:10 states, 'If you are slack in the day of distress, your strength is limited.' Here, Paul tells us to take up God’s full armor so that we will be able to resist when the evil day hits, as surely it will. Then, being prepared, you will be able to stand firm. You do not need to learn any formulas or complicated steps to victory over the devil. The Bible is quite simple: James 4:7 says, 'Submit therefore to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.' First Peter 5:8-9 says, 'Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. But resist him, firm in your faith.' By the way, we’re commanded to flee from sin, but to resist the devil. As Jesus showed us when He was tempted by Satan, one of the most effective ways to resist is to know and recite Scripture. And so one way to prepare yourself for battle in the evil day is to saturate your mind with God’s Word, reading it over and over and memorizing key verses to equip you for victory." ------- PRAYER ------- DEVOTIONAL PASSAGE: Psalm 141:1-4 1 Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee. 2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice. 3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips. 4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties. Regarding this passage, Matthew Henry writes: “Those that know how to value God's gracious presence, will be the more fervent in their prayers. When presented through the sacrifice and intercession of the Saviour, they will be as acceptable to God as the daily sacrifices and burnings of incense were of old. Prayer is a spiritual sacrifice, it is the offering up the soul and its best affections. Good men know the evil of tongue sins. When enemies are provoking, we are in danger of speaking unadvisedly. While we live in an evil world, and have such evil hearts, we have need to pray that we may neither be drawn nor driven to do any thing sinful.” --------- PRAYER FOR THE ESTATES 1. Family 2. Clergy (church) 3. Government 4. People (citizens) 5. The press (media) 6. New media/Online journalists PRAYER FOR THE FAMILY PRAYER FOR CHURCH LEADERSHIP GOVERNMENT LEADERS 1 Timothy 2:1-2 says, "I exhort therefore, that, first of all, supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks, be made for all men; For kings, and for all that are in authority; that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and honesty." President Donald Trump and his administration Vice President Mike Pence First Lady Melania Trump Second Lady Karen Pence All White House staff including: Chief of Staff John F. Kelly All leaders of federal agencies including: Federal Judicial Center Director Jeremy Fogel All territorial governors including: Guam Governor Eddie Baza Calvo All city mayors including: Davenport, FL, Mayor Darlene Bradley All members of Congress including: Florida Representative Vern Buchanan All law enforcement officials including: Davenport, FL, Police Chief Larry Holden All military leaders including: Defense Secretary James Mattis / Chief of Staff of the Air Force General David L. Goldfein Leaders of nations around the world including: Niger’s President Mahamadou Issoufou and Prime Minister Brigi Rafini The peace of Jerusalem PRAYER FOR THE PEOPLE / CITIZENS PRAYER FOR THE MEDIA PRAYER FOR CURRENT EVENTS AROUND THE WORLD - For the protection of the Congo from a new ebola outbreak - For peace and calm between Israel and Gaza - For the comfort of the families and church families of ten people killed in suicide attacks on three churches in Indonesia PRAYER REQUESTS Pastor Dobson for Your blessings to be on their revival this month; and for the provision of Bibles for their ministry Suleman please save his girlfriend and give them a healthy relationship, lead them to get married if that is Your will Marie Please protect her and her children and deliver them from demonic attacks against them THOSE WHO HAVE ACCEPTED CHRIST AS SAVIOR Marlaine Christy Galegake THOSE WHO HAVE RECOMMITTED THEIR LIVES TO CHRIST Aigul Xabangai George DEVOTIONAL READING: “Faith Produces Works,” by Billy Graham Ephesians 6:7 says, “Doing service as to the Lord...” “A true sacrament is not a mere creed, or ordinance, or form, but it is a life of service to God and to man. The most eloquent prayer is the prayer through hands that heal and bless. The highest form of worship is the worship of unselfish Christian service. The greatest form of praise is the sound of consecrated feet seeking out the lost and helpless. “There must be a practical outworking of our faith here in this present world, or it will never endure the world to come. The Pharisees majored on show but minored on service. We need fewer words and more charitable works; less palaver and more pity; less repetition of creed and more compassion.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now, if you do not know Jesus Christ as your Savior, allow me to show you how you can place your faith and trust in Him for Salvation from sin and Hell. First, accept the fact that you are a sinner, and that you have broken God's law. The Bible says in Romans 3:23: "For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God." Second, accept the fact that there is a penalty for sin. The Bible states in Romans 6:23: "For the wages of sin is death…" Third, accept the fact that you are on the road to hell. Jesus Christ said in Matthew 10:28: "And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell." Now that is bad news, but here's the good news. Jesus Christ said in John 3:16: "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Just believe in your heart that Jesus Christ died for your sins, was buried, and rose from the dead by the power of God for you so that you can live eternally with Him. Pray and ask Him to come into your heart today, and He will. Romans 10:9 & 13 says, "That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved… For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." If you believe that Jesus Christ died on the Cross for your sins, was buried, and rose from the dead, and you want to trust Him for your Salvation today, please pray with me this simple prayer: Holy Father God, I realize that I am a sinner and that I have done some bad things in my life. I am sorry for my sins, and today I choose to turn from my sins. For Jesus Christ sake, please forgive me of my sins. I believe with all of my heart that Jesus Christ died for me, was buried, and rose again. I trust Jesus Christ as my Savior and I choose to follow Him as Lord from this day forward. Lord Jesus, please come into my heart and save my soul and change my life today. Amen. If you just trusted Jesus Christ as your Saviour, and you prayed that prayer and meant it from your heart, I declare to you that based upon the Word of God, you are now saved from Hell and you are on your way to Heaven. Welcome to the family of God! I want to congratulate you on doing the most important thing in life and that is receiving Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour. For more information to help you grow in your newfound faith in Christ, go to Gospel Light Society.com and read "What To Do After You Enter Through the Door". Jesus Christ said in John 10:9, "I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture." Until next time, May the Lord Bless You!

Daniel Whyte III has spoken in meetings across the United States and in over twenty-five foreign countries. He is the author of over forty books including the Essence Magazine, Dallas Morning News, and Amazon.com national bestseller, Letters to Young Black Men. He is also the president of Gospel Light Society International, a worldwide evangelistic ministry that reaches thousands with the Gospel each week, as well as president of Torch Ministries International, a Christian literature ministry. He is heard by thousands each week on his radio broadcasts/podcasts, which include: The Prayer Motivator Devotional, The Prayer Motivator Minute, as well as Gospel Light Minute X, the Gospel Light Minute, the Sunday Evening Evangelistic Message, the Prophet Daniel’s Report, the Second Coming Watch Update and the Soul-Winning Motivator, among others. He holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Theology from Bethany Divinity College, a Bachelor’s degree in Religion from Texas Wesleyan University, a Master’s degree in Religion, a Master of Divinity degree, and a Master of Theology degree from Liberty University's Rawlings School of Divinity (formerly Liberty Baptist Theological Seminary). He is currently a candidate for the Doctor of Ministry degree. He has been married to the former Meriqua Althea Dixon, of Christiana, Jamaica since 1987. God has blessed their union with seven children.

[godkilller]

❝ Ya stink, ❞ Shinji bunts his third seat on the butt with his foot, making the slight lad stumble. ❝ Go take a bath, Stinky. ❞

THE YELP OF SURPRISE AND INDIGNATION THAT ESCAPED GIN WAS ALMOST COMICAL, and it proceeded his abrupt and angered ❝ -- H-HEY! ❞ whilst the third seat stumbled forward. How rude!

❝ Go fuck yerself, cap'n Hirako! ❞ A pause as Gin could HEAR Aizen correcting him on his lack of manners... then, hastily yet lacking in any fear of consequences, Gin added a not-so-respectful ❝ --respectfully. ❞

Okay, maybe he was a little stinky -- another night spent slaughtering more failed Hollow-spawned Shinigami and he hadn't had time to bathe beyond ridding himself of stray bloodsplatters. He was getting better at avoiding messes given Shinso's range ---- but the stench of death followed regardless of whether or not he went untarnished.

[godkilller]

❝ WHO'S GOT MY FUCKIN' PORK BUN?! ❞ Shinji howls in anguish in the distance, and it's a rhetorical question, because he knows exactly who took his pork bun and where he is. The captain comes running into the office, screaming like he's lost his mind as he grabs his third seat by his little ankles and drags him out into the night.

THE SMALL THIRD SEAT IMMEDIATELY SCRAMBLED, diving for cover from the wrath of his captain. Aizen wasn't around for Gin to cower behind. Though, if the lieutenant was present perhaps a better method would've been to plea for Kyoka Suigetsu to either obscure his presence to escape, or to trick Shinji into seeing his prized pork bun and thus negate the current rampage. But no, he was left to defend himself here -- and the Rukongai instinct to flee didn't exactly help when he was in an enclosed space... leading to a messy exchange in which Gin made his best effort to scurry around Shinji to get out. A fatal mistake; his ankles caught, Gin was subsequently grabbed and dragged off ---- letting out a piercing screech akin to an animal wildly in distress. He clawed at the floor in a futile effort to resist, but soon enough he was fully overtaken and swept away into the darkness. Rest in fucking peace. But, hey, at least the boy had a delicious final meal.

[godkilller]

❝ Hey Gin, ❞ is all the warning the boy gets before his captain is grabbing him by his thin shoulders and then whirling him around to face him. ❝ Sosuke's birthday is in a couple'a weeks, an' I jus' got a great idea fer a gift from th' both of us. ❞

GIN'S GUT REACTION TO GETTING MANHANDLED USUALLY INVOLVED REACHING FOR SHINSO, or issuing a quick kick to the perpetrator's crotch -- but seeing as it was his captain... Gin withheld those urges. For now. Shinji was free to rotate his Third Seat as much as he desired.

❝ Oh, is it? I didn't realize. ❞ A lie; Gin knew when Aizen Sousuke's birthday was since his brief time spent in the Academy, overhearing the girls gossiping about whether or not they believed the 'dreamy' lieutenant would notice them if they sent him a gift for his birthday.

❝ Whatcha got planned? It'll be hard to keep things a secret from'im, y'know. ❞ Gin spoke playfully, likely referring to the lieutenant's ability to always stay in the loop, one step ahead, in Shinji's mind no doubt. But the real implication was that Aizen could be, at any moment, standing behind an unseen veil of Kyoka Suigetsu's making specifically to snoop undetected. Gin quickly grew accustomed to never truly knowing whether or not a discussion was genuinely private while under his wing, serving beyond -- and more importantly behind -- that very same veil.

[godkilller]

🖤 sure why not send one in for shinji as well lol

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[godkilller]

❝ Y'were so civil with'im, boss, I'm impressed. Even though y'really hate his guts, y'do a fine job of pretendin' ya don't. I don't think I could ever pull that off... ❞

@keikakudori

[godkilller]

throws him a piece of candy like you'd throw a piece of meat to a wild animal

STARES AT THE CAPTAIN, THEN DOWN AT THE CANDY. Proceeds to scurry towards it, plucking it from the ground, and then he's vanishing off like the little gremlin he is --

[godkilller]

"Hey, kiddo, c'mere." He calls after the Third Seat past the half open sliding door into the Captain's office. The always studious Lieutenant is out on an errand, which leaves him with the perfect opening to fuck around and dick off. Lazy, heavily hooded eyes lift when the subject of his beckoning comes through the door. "Here, take this." Shinji pulls his hand out from under the desk, holding a pinwheel made out of colorful origami paper. "The wind's really pickin' up these days, eh? What say ya that we tryna put these on top o' the Twelves' main barrack an' see when they start t' notice?"

          GIN WAS QUICK TO TROT OVER AT HIS CAPTAIN’S CALL. Hirako wasn’t always so bad, especially whenever Aizen seemed to not be in the vicinity with him. Like the man relaxed his shoulders... just a subtle amount more, despite still carrying that wariness with him. Gin humored the man in these such occasions, knowing better than to antagonize himself beyond the levels of an annoying little boy to their already-skeptical leader. Aizen had his plans. Gin wouldn’t intervene.

          Though... there were days in which things danced a little too close to the tip of his silver tongue. Not quite yet refined enough to know the various routes a lie could slither, the truth at times beckoned to be told, to cry for help in hopes that an adult suitable for the task would step forward ---- and he’d be safe. But he wasn’t safe, no, Hirako was a doomed man and Gin would not doom himself too, dragged down if he dared to speak beyond his facade... if he dared speak ill of that lieutenant who could very well be looming here and now, curious to see if his most recently acquired pawn would falter in the false sense of security Hirako offered him.

          He took the pinwheel and smiled, almost innocently enough to be real. Almost.

          ❝ I bet we could get a whoooole lot up there, y’know they’re always nose-deep in their weird lil science projects. Buncha nerds. ❞ He beamed, amusement leaking through the layers... as it did sound like a bit of fun. For now, this would be enough -- this almost-freedom, this pretending to be childish to nearly feel the way a child could possibly feel. The colors on the pinwheel were bright in his squinted gaze, and pale fingers prodded idly at the paper till it slowly twirled a languid full rotation. A ticking clock.

          This’ll be gone, soon -- you’ll all be gone.

[godkilller]

❝ Oi , Ichimaru ! How much can I pay you to steal sweets from squad eleven and make it look like squad six did it ? ❞ Kaien had to keep the Shiba shenanigans alive -

THIS WAS A RARE ENCOUNTER, one which Gin didn't necessarily avoid -- but one he also didn't seek out. At a surface level, perhaps, they could bond over the matter of reputation and expectations placed upon their shoulders, and Gin could even see himself jokingly jabbing at breaking the prodigy's previous record -- but... at a deeper level, being a Shiba, one of the noble families which made up Soul Society. No matter their lack of status amongst the other noble families, the fact remained that there were many differences between a boy from the Sixty-fourth Rukongai district and a man raised having never gone to bed hungry.

This guy spoke rather politely and served an extremely kind captain ( and Gin had a few encounters with said captain, Ukitake making it known he cared for the child soldier regardless ) and it was... odd, really, to be approached without wariness. Wariness Gin crafted via his still-forming façade. Better yet, this seemed to be an encounter based solely out of mischief, which Gin leaned heavily into in favor of ignoring any potential discussion of actual depth with his supposed senpai.

Gin grinned. Money mattered very little, he was a Third Seat with plenty of income now to sustain himself, much more accustomed to barely a coin to his name -- so instead, Gin had a different idea.

❝ Hm... sounds easy enough. But how about a trade instead? Either ya do my paperwork for the Fifth for the next week, or ya dye cap'n Hirako's hair green and make it look like Hiyori-chan did it. That's my price. ❞

[godkilller]

          THE PRANK WAS FINISHED, a thirty-foot tall wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tubemen powered by a low-leveled Kido that was air-based was now within captain Hirako’s officespace. It was large enough to obstruct into Aizen’s space as well, which was an amusing ordeal considering how neat and tidy things were in comparison to Hirako’s mess of a desk. The flailing inflatible arms were, of course, knocking things over and making quite the fuss -- which was exactly the type of chaotic energy Gin was looking for. If anyone asked, Gin grabbed this fun little (big) contraption from that new Twelfth Division captain. Both his captain and his dutiful lieutenant that Gin typically spent his days shadowing would be in for a surprise when they arrived at their workstations in about.... five minutes, give or take. Gin hid behind a desk.

@keikakudori @yhwch​

[godkilller]

@seistark​

          ❝ Cap’n Ukitake, your lieutenant’s bullyin’ me ‘n now I’m depressed. ❞

[godkilller]

" Your hair's got more personality than you do , Gin ! I think I heard it talkin' t'me earlier ! "

WHY'M I GETTIN' BULLIED SO MUCH??? WHAT THE FUCK!?

[godkilller]

"i head you like persimmon." he smiles and reaches into his kimono. "i got somethin' for y-" but he accidentally revealed a bottle of sake. "one moment.."

*fiddles*

"i got somethin' for ya."

❝ Cap'n Kyoraku, it ain't a good idea to smuggle a whole sake bottle in yer robes. What if ya smack it against somethin' by accident and it breaks? Better if ya stash it away someplace, like under a floorboard in yer office or behind a shelf full'a books... or a big potted plant in those pretty big vases. Or do like Squad Eleven 'n put it into yer water canteen instead of water 'n nobody'll know unless they go up 'n sniff yer breath but it's not like they're gonna ask ya for some water anyways -- ❞

... Ah, was this kid okay? Gin didn't even drink, he was far too young for it, as was Rangiku of course... but clearly he knew well enough in the art of hiding things. Clearly the Rukongai scavenger lifestyle accommodated all methods of hoarding and hiding goods, replace sake with bread, meat, or other foods highly sought after by angrily starving stomachs made to pillage and steal from others in their desperation. Gin had many a night under his belt keeping guard over his meager little garden outside of his small shack in the outskirts, chasing away any who tried to pluck the fruits of his labor out from under his nose.

Or this was the accumulation of sharply made observations of others' abilities to hide things -- retained to then be regurgitated bluntly towards a superior officer in a casual setting. Gin smiled, attentive, awaiting further acknowledgment till he could assume his dismissal whilst Shunsui fumbled around -- presumably looking for a persimmon.

A nice guy. But his kindly and laid back demeanor was a mask, Gin could feel it in his gut -- most such demeanors were, with the grand example being none other than Aizen Sousuke. Gin curiously wondered how much blood was on Shunsui's hands that he didn't talk about, didn't show, hid beneath a colorful and fun pink kimono and a dad-like disposition. Perhaps one day he'd ask him, as him and Tousen and Aizen left the Seireitei for good; how many innocents did you torment in days prior to this 'peaceful' era? Whilst Aizen sucked the life from the Rukongai's children out from under your very noses?

Go on, find that persimmon. Pull it out from Gin's ear, like a magic trick, and Gin would even laugh and laugh, smile, take it from him and politely give his thanks -- then bite into it and taste nothing but sweet bitterness.