#✠ verse — but the good name never dies of one who has done well

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ooc . Verse drop! Very bare bones, but I’ll build on them.

✠ verse — a bloody mess in the wild west

red dead redemption . Based out of an abandoned mine in West Elizabeth, Odessa leads a gang of outlaws, roving afield to scavenge and raid. The group walks a fine line between banditry and rebellion, primarily targeting wealthy tycoons, corrupt lawmen and large ranch owners, while offering protection to smaller communities. Folk heroes or criminals? It depends on who you ask.

✠ verse — i rebel / therefore i exist

cyberpunk 2077 . The cybernetically-enhanced leader of a nomad gang, Odessa and her crew scavenge the Badlands. She rebels against the megacorporations and battles for dominance in the Night City streets.

✠ verse — the axe forgets / the tree remembers

stardew valley . Lumberjane Odessa runs a forestry farm on the edge of Cindersap, selling hardwood, softwood, pine tar and oak resin. Experienced in combat, she is no stranger to the local mines, and is capable of clearing out monsters and gathering loot. The Stardrop Saloon is like a second home to her, and her assistance can be secured on the promise of a pint or ten. This verse can be tweaked to suit a real-world rural setting.

✠ verse — the mad exultation of battle

fantasy . A barbarian chieftain, Odessa leads a nomadic tribe. Curious about the world beyond her clan, she sometimes ventures out on her own to take contracts as a mercenary.

✠ verse — when we get down to basics / humans are just big bags of irradiated chemicals

fallout . Tales of the raider queen, of a woman standing over most men. Her gang of raiders live off the remnants of pre-war civilization, taking what they need from the irradiated wastelands, triumphing through brute force and cunning. Axe-wielding Odessa is a picture of survival.

✠ verse — i will show you fear in a handful of dust

mad max . Odessa rules over the Junkers, a ragtag group of raiders and scavengers based out of an abandoned power plant. They are a relatively small faction, but vicious, and creative. By their hands, weapons and vehicles are crafted – then used to ambush travelling convoys.

✠ verse — the shadow of the axe hangs over every joy

bloodborne . TBC.

✠ verse — but the good name never dies of one who has done well

viking era . A verse inspired by but not limited to Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla. Odessa is an intimidating and powerful shieldmaiden. She leads a raiding party, sacking monasteries and settlements.

✠ verse — falling down is how we grow / staying down is how we die

ancient greece . A verse inspired by but not limited to Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey. OPTION 1: Odessa is captain of The Scourge, a pirate ship that plunders coastal settlements and terrorises the trade routes of the Aegean Sea. She recognises no rule but her own. OPTION 2: Odessa is a former champion of the arena on Pephka, her prowess and showmanship making her a fan favourite. Now she travels as a mercenary, her axe available to hire.

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Penname: Delta Wise [Sinners]

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authors note: a quick concept I thought up after seeing the movie.

summary: 'Knotty' James owns an apothecary by day, by night she's a bestselling author who writes supernatural black novels under the name. Delta Wise. It's her deepest secret but secrets don't last for the living.

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Knotty

I spent the first eight summers of my life next to my grandmother's rocking chair. She was the only person that was rooted enough not to leave. There was nowhere else for her to go. I was helping her cook by six and then cooking for the both of us by eight. I watched as my parents and cousins dismissed her stories, warnings and tales for nonsense but they always felt true to me where it counted. I wrote down all her stories of life in Chicago and then recorded the rest when I was old enough to have a tape recorder. I was at the retirement community just as much as I was at school. She spoke life over me and she loved me hard. By the time she died I was fifteen and ready for the world with the wisdom of two lifetimes. I was different and people could tell.

What grandma always told me was that a good woman knew how to keep a secret. I have more than my fare share. What my family doesn’t know is that granny’s stories have made me rich. While they think I’m an oddball apothecary owner with peculiar habits. Truth is I’ll never have to make another sale to survive. The doctors and the lawyers look down on me but pride isn’t safe. Neither is the glory of recognition. Grandma's stories were real, so it’s very likely the monsters in my stories are too. 

I search through my closet for something that won’t make them all look down on me too much. I make sure my figure is on display to give them something to talk about as I set my locks free from their braids. The waves cascade to my mid back. I opt for more discrete protections today slipping on pure silver rings and cuffs. Every major artery is adorned with silver from my head to my toes. I slip on a pair of boots. I pull on a light jacket to cover my back. I look at the sun setting and finish my garlic tea with a colonial silver supplement before grabbing my bag and getting into the car.

I don’t make being out after sunset a habit. But Uncle Larry is sick and it’s imperative we party before he goes. He’s grandma's younger brother from her father’s second wife. A proud man that’s done everything to leave Mississippi behind him. When I arrive at the venue there’s a cascade of cars out front. Luxury vehicles that tell the tale of triumph and resistance. When I enter, Kaya is playing the piano and I instantly feel underdressed.

“Come on Knotty, I got you” Carmen smiles, meeting me at the door. We’re equal outsiders because people don’t quite know what to think of me. They think she’s a whore like our great grandmother Pearl who ran off one evening and never came back. Only I know what a blessing that was to everyone that she went up in flames at sunrise. Grandma said she never forgot the man with the scar who’d come by to tell her daddy Pearl was gone and the fantastic tale.

“So how are sales going at the shop?” She asks.

“Good” I smile as she fusses with my hair.

“Well I have a steady trick I don’t have to do anything for now so if you need anything ask.” She says and I smile.

“Thanks Carmen,” I tell her.

“I swear it’s good money,” she says, misreading my smile.

“I believe you” I nod. I do believe her because I’m the trick. Carmen has always been kind so instead of whispering about the onlyfans link in a group chat like everyone else I made an account. I send her money and bible verses because she’s never taken the money from me otherwise. Because to ‘trick’ like I do I’d need more than apothecary. 

“I think I’m gonna quit soon. I almost have enough saved up to make a record. I’ve been taking lessons and my voice is ready. And I have enough to make a really nice music video.” She says, making me smile.

“You were ready before those lessons but I’m happy to hear and if you need anything don’t hesitate to reach out” I tell her.

“What about you and writing? Haven’t seen you with a dreamy eye gleam in front of a computer in a long time” she says and I smile.

“I wrote a herbology and healing book” I remember.

“No no, knotty. Like the big stories you used to tell when we were kids.” She says starting on my makeup.

“What about them?”

“Remember? It’s singing and you’d dream up these amazing ideas for music videos or backgrounds?” She asks like I could forget.

“I do but the apothecary and my garden takes a lot of time” I remind her and she nods.

“Well I think you should take it seriously. If you were that good then. I can imagine about now” she smiles.

“What are you not saying Carmen?” I ask, sensing there’s more to it. She sighs, taking a kindle from her purse. I see my book cover as the Home Screen.

“When someone spends fifty grand on me in a year I investigate.” She says without saying. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you Knotty you’re incredibly successful and you let everyone look down on you. You pay me a salary and never ask for a thank you” she says, far smarter than the rest of them.

“How do the tips trace back?” I ask.

“They didn't. I read the first book a few years ago and it felt like one of Grandma's stories. This last one. That was confirmation. Who could forget the twins?” She whispers.

“Carmen”

“I won’t tell,” she says, swallowing hard. “I won’t” she repeats showing me a silver necklace from Grandma.  “But they’re as excellent as everyone says they are. The minute you let me brag on you I will.” She says but I shake my head.

“Not while they’re still out there”

“But Grandma said they all died” Carmen says.

“She did but you never know” I nod, keeping the rest of the truth from her. The letter I found dated October 17th 1992. From Sammy Scarface himself stating he saw Stack and he didn’t look a day older than the night he died. That Mary was by his side. Mary who was partially to blame for how that night went. Otherwise they would’ve been inside until sunrise.

“Okay miss mystery, we’ll reconvene this later. Just wear this dress and shoes I got you.” She says and I relent slippering into a silver number that better matches the occasion with matching shoes. My clothes are folded and I follow her out of the room and back into the party room.

I’m showered with compliments about my dress and presentation all thanks to Carmen. I take pictures with uncle Larry. When the party’s over I get to my car when I hear someone call me but I don’t listen. I start my engine and head home. When I do I head in backwards like grandma said I should and run a bath before going to bed.

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I clean up the apothecary after hours knowing I have extra protections in my veins for a little longer. I head to my car as the sunsets and hear someone calling again.

“Hey now! Did I just see you lock up the apothecary. My granny told me I need to get her some fresh dandelion and camomile.” A man says and I step into a sunstreak before looking back to where he stands under the shade of the shops. Brown skin, minimal facial hair, full lips with a hint of a smirk and sunglasses to cover his eyes. He makes me feel uneasy. But I something in me makes me walk towards him. The protection bag tucked in my chest tugs at me. As my silver feels like it starts to hum. But as I get closer it’s like my aura pushes him back. His chain and rings are gold. I open the door stepping in and he does too. No doubt he’s probably already charmed a member of my staff.

“Chamomile and Dandelion? How much?” I ask.

“Eight ounces each” he says and I grab the bags.

“Who’s your grandmother, I don’t think I’d hear the end of a grandson so handsome. The elders are proud people” I smile, flirting.

“Just passing through, she’s out and has a nightly tea ritual” he lies like they all do.

“That’ll be $100” I tell him and he gets a money clip from his pocket instead of pulling out a phone or credit card to pay. He fails my final test when he can’t place the money in my hand. I close the till and grab my key when a woman enters the doorway. She sashays in glaring at me. 

“What’s taking so long baby?” She asks and I should be shitting myself but I’m not. She’s wearing sunglasses too.

“Nothing. I got the goods for Granny” he says holding up the bags to her.

“Heard her flirting” she says making no effort to conceal the impossible. I pretend not to hear from behind the counter and fasten the crossbow around my arm. My belled sleeves cover it and I move from the counter.

“Thanks for your help.” The man smirks.

“Hope your grandmother enjoys her tea” I respond as they file out. I make it to my car fine but I don’t head home. Instead I head to Momma Meringue and she’s standing on her porch when she sees me. Old habit causes her to head into her home. The door is left open as a test and I walk right in after cutting my car off. Her home is full of skylights.

“I think I met Stack and Mary an hour ago,” I confess.

“You did,” she says, showing me a severely patina’d silver cuff. She raises my sleeve and I see my twin pair look just the same. She removes it from me, dropping it into a jewelry cleaner.

“What do they look like?” She asks. And I tell her until there are two perfect pencil sketches. Momma M blinks in rapid succession.

“An unrequited love spell” she says. “The girl's heart was pure until …” her eyes close and she pauses. “He didn’t come back and she learned her husband's bed couldn’t compare to him. She asked for forever and got her wish - not in any way she would have predicted though” Momma finishes.

“Hmm, she was jealous today,” I share.

“Careful he likes a chase. Love spells don’t change men. He misses his brother but is too much of a survivor to consider anything else”

“Any advice? “

“Close the store for a week. Request a new deed, resign and tell your employee’s not to engage with anyone unless they’re inside the store upon reopening.” She says.

“Here’s some silver lotion for the moonlight” she says and I obey because the elders have never steered me wrong. I wash up and sleep at Mama Meringues house but before I go to bed I commit to writing in my journal like my grandmother would have - continuing her story. Then I take photos uploading the pages to the cloud so they can be with hers.

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If you like it you know what to do, Reblog, comment and like. The girls are asking for sinners so I thought I’d deliver a quickie.

PT 2

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my rough draft for the song analysis essay is done! it took me forever but i would appreciate feedback if you have any 💜💚

(spoiler warning)

The Ballad of the Witches Road Analysis

Marvel is gay now, that is pretty exciting. Now that the hook is done, it is time to get into the essay. Agatha All Along is a show about Agatha Harkness, a 350 year old witch, and how she, her ex, her found coven, and their gay adopted teenager trek down the Witches Road (which does not exist), to get what they want most. It is a long and dangerous journey, but worth it in the end. They sing a song/protection spell, and if listened to closely, it foreshadows a lot of Agatha’s past, and the terrible event of her son’s death, all to an exciting and upbeat tune.

The first verse is sung entirely by Agatha, so of course it would relate solely to her. She sings, “I have learned the lesson/Of all that’s foul and fair”. This is referencing her son Nicky, who was destined to die at birth. She begged Lady Death, otherwise known as Rio, to help him live, and Rio agreed to break the rules and give them more time together because she loved Agatha. Nicky was alive for six more years before Rio had to take him. Nicky’s death was her lesson on all that foul and fair, because although it hurt and she was angry with Rio for years, she eventually learned that it had to happen, and Rio was just doing her job. The verse then goes on to discuss Agatha’s present time, as well as the Road. She sings, “The road is there/And so I dare/To risk this heart of mine”. Rio was on the Road, and Agatha was stuck with her while still angry over Nicky’s death. She remembered how much she loved Rio during her time on the Road, and that she was just doing her job by taking Nicky. The song transitions of a chorus which most states “Down down down the road/Down the witches road” many times over again, before moving to the second verse (also sung by Agatha)

Verse two references both the present and Agatha’s past with Rio. The verse begins with the lines “I have known the power/Of midnights in the wood/”. This, of course, is about the night that Nicky died. He died during the night. Rio came to take him without waking Agatha, most likely because she knew that Agatha would protest. That was a very powerful time in Agatha’s life, and the grief of losing her son also helped her to become more powerful by fueling her rage to kill other witches. Next the song references Agatha and Rio’s relationship with “I’ve danced inside the circle/Of all that bad and good”. Rio is seen as both bad and good by Agatha because her job is necessary for life and must be done, but it also causes her massive amounts of grief over the loss of Nicky. Now, back to the present with the lines, “Tame your fears/A door appears/To love that never dies”. They are on the road now, and forced to be together after everything that has happened, and Agatha is reminded of her love for Rio. Even after everything that happened between them over the centuries her love for Rio never died. The song goes back to the past with the next part, the bridge.

The bridge is arguably the most important part of the song, with multiple meanings and interpretations. The bridge seems very straightforward at first, reminding the audience that the song was written as a love song, and it can be connected to Agatha’s situation very closely. The bridge goes as follows, “If I can’t reach you/Let my song teach you/All you need to keep our love alive/If I can’t hold you/Remember what I told you/It’s the only way we survive/We survive”. This is going all the way back to Nicky, Agatha’s son. He was the one who made the first ballad, and although it did not include these lyrics, the song itself was a way of putting a name on what he and his mother did to stay alive. They travelled and tricked other witches into attacking Agatha, and then she stole their power and killed them. This helped Agatha to become more powerful, but it also kept Rio busy, and stopped her from being able to come and collect Nicky, who was supposed to die at birth. Rio gave them extra time together, but Agatha still tried to prolong that time as much as possible. Eventually Rio did have to take Nicky, and after word Agatha turned the song into a ballad and used it to trick witches into believing in the Road, and that singing it would open the Road. When the road did not open they attacked her and she stole their power in hopes of gaining enough to bring her son back. The song taught them that their Road (travelling and killing witches) was a way to stay alive, and that it was the only way to stay alive. The audience is then transported back to the present with the next verse (after a brief guitar solo), that has lyrics relating to each witch on the Road.

Verse three, if listened to closely, references each of the main characters in the show. The verse begins by stating “The Road is wild and wicked” to state that now it is talking about the present. The next line states, “Winding out of time”. This line references Lilia, because her time on the road led to her doing what other Marvel characters have called “time slipping”. She began to experience her life out of order, and had moments of saying something random that confused the people around her. She was living outside of normal time. Billy is referenced next. One of his reasons for going on the Road was that he wanted to find his brother, thus the lyric “What’s lost is found” was added to this verse, because he ended up finding his brother in the end. “What fierce is bound” is in reference to Jen, who was bound of her power over a century ago, and all she wants is to get it back. She gets her power back when she reaches the end of the Road, unlike Alice and Sharon, who do not reach the end. Alice and Sharon die before the end, which explains the line “We’re broken and we’re burned”. Although one could argue that they both got what they wanted. Sharon wanted to leave, and her death certainly got her off the Road, while Alice wanted to find out what happened to her dead mother. Following her into death most likely means they got to meet and she could ask her mother what happened to her. Last but not least the line “But take a breath/And dance with death/My love cannot be turned” is a direct reference to Agatha and Rio. She avoided Rio for centuries, and she hated her for what she did. The Road forced them to be together (thus the “dance with death” line), and Agatha cannot deny her love for Rio. The ultimate point of the show is that Agatha loves Rio, and Rio loves Agatha. It is fitting that they be the last reference made in the song, as they loved each other until the end.

Each verse delves into Agatha’s trauma, and the life changing event of her son's death, while also discussing the present experience of the Road, and how those two experiences relate. It also discusses Rio, and how Agatha cannot stop loving her, and how she came to understand that Rio loves her and did not want to have to take Nicky from her. The song is one of the most powerful parts of the show, littered with foreshadowing and tragedy disguised as an upbeat tune.

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songfic tag game

thank you for tagging me @hyperions-light @theheartmold (yes, I know you did so forever ago. but I never forgot)

Rules: Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)

not tagging anyone from the DA fandom because I presume everyone has already done this when this thing was going around, but I'll throw a tentative tag to @sunriseinorbit since the concept seems right up your alley 🫶

[starting with the DA fics. persona followers can scroll below to see relevant content]

At The End of Her World

Fun fact! This song heavily inspired the fic. Like, if it had not come up on my playlist when it did, I might not have written the fic at all. The fic was also named after the song for the longest time before I decided to switch to something closer to what was actually going on in the piece, but it still holds a very important place in my heart.

The lyrics are SO lucanisara to me it's insane.

Quite literally them. I'm not sure how other people see it, but for me the fic was also about them having those last few good moments together, as much as they are able to squeeze out of their circumstances. I think the song really conveys that sentiment.

Another one I heavily associate with the fic is I Know The End.

Speficially the last part:

That's how I see Ghilasara's death - she accepted it as something that was going to happen and wasn't afraid of it. Plus, the triumphant instrumentals after the outro really relay the atmosphere of the moment to me: despite everything, she died happy, knowing that Lucanis loved her even after all that time, which is more than she could've ever hoped for :)

2. More Than You Ever Will

Not the entire song, I don't think, but that last verse? Yeah. Yeah, it's them, and that's exactly what they are doing to each other when they make that collective choice of "yeah this is never going to end well, but I dread this ending more than I ever could the pain I'd get from you"

[Dragon age followers can leave here. This is persona zone now]

Shiva

It's hard to pick just one song for Shiva, but if I absolutely had to, it'd be this one.

Specifically from Akechi's POV, how he feels about himself, and how his confession plays out.

This verse is SO him to me. I definitely think that he'd see himself as someone who brings destruction wherever he goes, including love. Plus, "something borrowed, something blue" is a nod to the wedding metaphor from chapter 7 :)

And this is what the confession would feel like:

He waits until their last evening together to say it. There isn't much comfort it can offer, and it's way too late for it to meaningfully change anything. But it's there. It's the only way he could've done it.

2. Depth Over Distance

It's the kind of song that really made the fic happen. It gave me a lot in terms of inspiration on what I wanted the atmosphere to be like. Solemn, soul-crushing, isolating. That's I how saw Sumire and Akira at the beginning of this ^_^

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━━ ⟢ SENTENCE STARTERS : EXCALIBUR ( 1981 ). all of these were pulled from the final draft of the script as it is available online. perfect but not limited to fantasy / historical muses and verses ! feel free to edit as needed.

❛ i spit on your truce, [name]. ❜

❛ [name], what is this wagging of tongues? ❜

❛ you will be mine. wife and queen, bed and crown. ❜

❛ i want no other crown and no other bed than those i have. ❜

❛ sometimes i give, sometimes i take. it is mine to know which, and when. ❜

❛ i know the storm inside you, and what it has wrought. ❜

❛ you will swear by your true kingship to grant me what i wish. ❜

❛ this is magic - making solid what is in the mind, and unsolid, that which is already solid. ❜

❛ it is done. the future has found root in the present. ❜

❛ but what shall become of me, and the child i bear? ❜

❛ three horses died under me, so hard did i spur them here. ❜

❛ the child is mine, [name]. i have come for [him/her/them]. ❜

❛ it’s not for you, [name], heath and home, wife and child. ❜

❛ to kill and be king, is that all? ❜

❛ you strike me with words as hard as steel. ❜

❛ [name]... i loved you, mighty child. ❜

❛ it is a dark hour… everywhere lawlessness and destruction, and no one to lead us out of it. ❜

❛ you wrong me, for i have never stolen from others, or destroyed the fruit of the land. ❜

❛ a good squire doesn’t forget his knight’s sword. ❜

❛ i was your son before i became your king…if i am king. ❜

❛ [name], we haven’t forgotten you. this is more of your trickery. ❜

❛ ‘help me, help me’. help me get up. ❜

❛ i was hoping i could ask you for a little magic help, but if it makes you so tired… ❜

❛ it will be a good lesson. the best, if it’s not the last. ❜

❛ let’s finish this with a show of force. we have no more tricks and no more advantages. ❜

❛ you are in my hands, to slay or to spare. ❜

❛ swear faith to me and you shall have mercy. ❜

❛ you, [name], will knight me. ❜

❛ well, then, i shall tell you which knights have maiden daughters, so you can avoid their castles. ❜

❛ quiet, or i’ll sew up your mouth too. ❜

❛ i love her. if she would be my queen, my dreams would be answered. ❜   

❛ there are maidens as fair, and fairer than [name]. ❜

❛ you’re not listening. your heart is not. love is deaf as well as blind. ❜

❛ i should have left you to fend for yourself. ❜

❛ that is a wild boast. you lack a knight’s humility. ❜

❛ never have i met my match in joust or duel. ❜

❛ yield. i have the advantage. ❜

❛ fight me from your horse or on foot, but fight me. your avoidance mocks me. ❜

❛ i sought only not to harm you. ❜

❛ thanks to god, you are alive. ❜

❛ i love you, my king. ❜  

❛ it is i who must love you, for through your courage and patience you taught me a bitter lesson. ❜

❛ make me your champion, and i will always fight in your place. ❜

❛ i would pledge to you all that i still own : muscle, bone, blood and the heart that pumps it. ❜

❛ the war is over. one land, one king. peace. ❜

❛ i swear never to rest twice on the same pillow till all men live at peace. ❜

❛ i hear the stifled cry for help, i smell the reek of fear… ❜

❛ for your gift, ask a gift of me. ❜

❛ don’t start a war on my wedding day! ❜

❛ look, [name]. the maids and ladies whisper about you. they all dream of winning you, young and old, fair and ugly. ❜

❛ you're the bravest and strongest knight they’ve ever seen, and beauty has kissed your brow. ❜  

❛ and is there no maiden in the whole world who inspires you? ❜

❛ i would swear my love to you. ❜   

❛ i will see you in all women, and i will defend them as i would defend you. ❜ 

❛ [name], don’t you join the celebration? ❜

❛ you’re an angel! not a devil… ❜

❛ who will give me my sword? ❜

❛ i want to write poems about you with moonbeams, make the sea sing your name… ❜

❛ what good are songs and poems to me? they are the barter of ordinary love. ❜

❛ tell me, [name] : have we defeated evil, as it seems? ❜

❛ where hides evil, then, in my kingdom? ❜

❛ i will champion you, my lady. ❜

❛ when i act as your king, i cannot be your husband. ❜

❛ the laws, my laws, must bind everyone, or they are not laws at all. ❜

❛ [name], i fight against myself… ❜

❛ i demand justice, as is my right. ❜

❛ i yield to your mercy, [name]. ❜

❛ flesh on flesh. i will heal you. ❜

❛ they miss the battlefield. i think we do too. ❜

❛ you will be sorely missed. heal yourself and come back. ❜

❛ you think yourself a kingmaker. ha! a meddler, more likely. ❜

❛ the gods of once are gone forever, it is time for men. ❜

❛ [name], make a man out of me. kiss me. ❜

❛ do you think i am ignorant of your stupid little games? preying on the weakness of others. that’s your power, a petty evil. ❜

❛ i will ride forth in the name of that quest, and commit my strength and my soul to it. ❜

❛ [name], a dreadful fear is upon me, that we may never meet again, that the fellowship will be no more… ❜

❛ [name], i know your heart yearns to go, but i am prisoner to my duties, and you must be to yours, at my side. ❜

❛ [name], forgive me. i die without the secret. i have failed. ❜

❛ where are you going, [name], in your iron tomb? still trying to save the world? ❜

❛ i have come to claim what is mine. ❜

❛ i recognize you only as my son, no more. ❜

❛ i cannot offer you the land, only my love. ❜

❛ we will embrace only in battle, and i will touch you only with the blade of my spear. ❜ 

❛ i will muster a great force of knights, and i will return to fight for what is mine. ❜

❛ i have waited long for you. ❜

❛ i am wasting away and i cannot die. and i cannot live. ❜

❛ i didn’t know how empty was my soul until it was filled. ❜

❛ [name], accept my forgiveness, and put your heart to rest. we have suffered too long. ❜

❛ i have always loved you, and i still love you. ❜

❛ i loved you much, as king, and sometimes as husband, but one cannot gaze too long at the sun in the sky. ❜

❛ i was not born to live a man’s life, but to be the stuff of future memory. ❜

❛ now once more i must ride with my knights to defend what was, and the dream of what could be. ❜

❛ i never dared to hope all these years that it was in your keeping. ❜

❛ i have often thought that in the hereafter of our lives, when i owe no more to the future and can be just a man, that we may meet, and you will come to me and claim me as yours, and know that i am your husband. it is a dream i have… ❜

❛ [name], i need you at my side as you were once, my friend, to give me courage. ❜

❛ quiet. you’ll wake the men, and they must fight tomorrow for their lives. ❜

❛ you brought me back. your love brought me back. ❜

❛ what’s behind that beauty? a wizened, cold-hearted snake. ❜

❛ you are mine at last. i am the sea and you will never escape me. ❜

❛ in this battle there is one thing i must do, that no one else can. ❜

❛ [name], i will save you…don’t die. ❜

❛ let my heart do its job, [name], and pump me empty… ❜

❛ the fog is lifting. only we remain alive. ❜

❛ [name], prepare to meet your death. ❜

❛ obey me, [name]. you must act for me. it is my last order as your king. ❜

❛ [name]! will you return? ❜

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Do you think BOE names are foreshadowing?

Commander Wake, last name "oops there goes gravity", died falling from space.

Oh yes.

I never thought about this one specifically (her other names are great but I'll Comme back to them later), but I believe that the names always have at least a bit of a link to the true nature of the character or their role in the story.

I don't think anyone in the tlt universe is able to understand it, except maybe John, as he does name people with the knowledge of what those names meant before he nuked everything. Like a twisted inside joke or a wish that it would "take". Kinda like some parents chose a name for it's associated virtues.

But on the other side, BoE has done kind of the same. They don't live forever and meaning will get lost over a myriad, so they tried to preserve their culture by giving names with meaning, but a lot of it is lost to them (I think they still have some context because a lot of those are way too close to their original meaning even if they don't seem to make any sense at first. They are the only one appart from God to use names like he does.

About Wake, I don't think anyone in BoE ever pronounced Wake's last names like in the song but there is no way Jod did not take psychic damage the first time he heard it. Because it is a stupid reminder of what he destroyed, and then erased from everyone he resurrected.

Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead:

From Shakespeare's Henry V, meaning "remind yourself of the great deeds of your ancestors". It speaks to Wake's strength and unification of BoE, she is the incarnation of the survivors or Jod's carnage, and of the rebellion's myriad of history.

But to me it also is a call for Gideon. The original sentence is meant to convince Henry V that he should raise an army to take back what is rightfully his, the throne of France. Gideon's heritage is the throne of god, and the command of BoE. We could say she took the first as prince Kiriona Gaia but she didn't do it by Valliance. To do that she would have to kill Jod.

"Awake", is also in a very simple way what she does, she has tried to wake Alecto, she "woke up" Pyrrah by giving her a reason to take control of Gide1n more frequently, she took control as soon as she was woken up as a ghost and became a revenant, and when her daughter's sword entered the mithraeum she regularly woke up as a dead lyctor. And she is of course the Sleeper, who won't stay sleeping. Like, almost on the nose there.

Kia Hua Ko Te Pai (let goodness flourish):

That one is a slap in Jod's face. He is at least mixed Maori/indigenous. This is a part of the Maori version of the New Zealand national anthem. New Zealand's beginnings were bloody and monstrously racist. Having the Maori version of God save New Zealand become an official anthem was the recognition of decades of fighting done by Maori activists for their rights, against the imperialism of the state. Jod's pretty recent ancestors have known that fight. And now he is that oppressing, cruel and inhuman empire. And Wake is throwing this reminder in his face.

If those choices are conscious from BoE then the choice of this precise verse could be used to ground Wake, ala "don't forget why you are doing this".

Snap back to reality, oops, there goes gravity

For BoE necromancy is a crime against nature, an unwelcome alteration of reality itself. And Jod is the incarnation of that. Killing him would make the world "snap back". It would also "kill" the sun again, creating a giant gravity well, absorbing everything in the system, or just disseapear, flinging the system all across the galaxy. Either way, gravity's gonna have quite an effect.

As the phrase comes from "loose yourself" by Eminem, it could also be taken as a reminder of the daunting task ahead and a way for Wake to steel herself and "take her shot".

And she, as you said, died falling out an airlock at the edge of space.

Our lady of the Passion:

This one may be one of the most fascinating. Sure she is passionate and all but, Pash is named after a painting, on of a madone and child. The lady in question is mourning the future suffering of her child, his Passion.

I think BoE names are codenames, given when entering service by a superior. Because Pash would not chose that name. But someone we know would choose a powerful sounding name while also being a sorrowful reminder of the pain this child entering a fighting force will face, Wake.

And suffer she did.

All of those are both a good fit if chosen in universe, but also include prophecies or dramatic irony. Seeing that House names carry that dramatic irony/prophecy too (Corona was almost called Cainabeth), I believe it is a intrinsic property of the locked tomb universe.

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fic writer meme

ty lore @megafaunatic for tagging meee :3c

How many works do you have on Ao3?

fifty three as of today. tomorrow? who knows.... (probably still fifty three)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

518,435 words .... wrow.....

3. What fandoms do you write for?

historically its been all over the place but theres so much stuff rotting and dying in my gdrive that has never been posted so i feel like i have a broader actual ouvre than is represented on ao3. which is mdzs heavy at least in the past couple years

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. beyond all limit (wangxian i wrote for lore right after i first read the book) 4. if the story's over (moshang post-divorce get-together fic) 3. someone as good for me as you (written in 2016 for holster and ransom when i was reading check, please. LMAO) 2. at least as deep as the pacific ocean (written in 2015 in the clearest example of 'person distraught by the tragic ending of a tragedy misses the fucking point and writes a coffee shop au of achilles and patroclus after she read tsoa' ever, even bigger LMAO) 1. your name safe in their mouth (lsz gets his dad back, and other emotional adventures)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i used to try to reply to every comment i got but i stopped doing that around the same time i went to college and got more depressed. but i love reading comments and i sometimes reply if someone says something that moves me or like. asks me a question about the fic that i want to elaborate on? because i love to yap

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm not really good at writing straight angst i feel like it's normally like. angst with catharsis. but i wrote some explorations on grief in the past couple years that i feel like have the angst factor (what i have of you about nhs after nmj dies, and then when your beard fell out about my sweetie pie kageyama tobio in middle school after his grandpa dies)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i have a lot of silly fluffy fics... idk i try to toe the line mostly of like. the joys and sadnesses of human experience but sometimes you just gotta fluff it up. i'll set the table, you can make the fire, which is book verse aziraphale/crowley living in a cottage and being in love, comes to mind....i love that one

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think i've ever really gotten hate on a fic? i have been extremely lucky in that regard. especially since my whole ouvre from like 2014 onward is on that damn site and much of it is very cringeworthy.

9. Do you write smut?

not well!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

i often will do like kind of a quasi-crossover kind of thing rather than a True Crossover wherein i take characters i like from one medium and plop them into the roles and places of characters i like from another medium. i did a dragon age wangxian fic where lwj was the inquisitor from da:i called we held together the fragile sky that kind of exemplifies this dynamic

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of or that anyone has ever notified me of, but i also don't look that hard. if this has ever happened, it would hurt my feelings, so please don't do it ? lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!!! and i was honored

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not as such but i have one not-intended-for-posting fic which is basically just a transcription of jokes i have with my roommate about haikyuu characters LOL which i think counts as co-writing. she's my co-writer in spirit even if i'm the one at the keyboard

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

my answer to this changes with every new fixation i have. like right now it's kagehina. if you asked me four years ago i would have said wangxian. You Know?

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

SO MANY...i think probably my fullmetal alchemist nie brothers au....i try not to post things until they are done and fully edited now, but that one was a whim-based fic that i lost all strength for as soon as i started thinking too hard about kagehina. i also had a fem nielan sci fi au that was vaguely based off beauty and the beast but nmj was like stuck in a ship and she thought she was its computer and that she was a program but she was actually a person....which i never posted any of except snippets on twitter and i think it was just too sprawling for my current skill level...i just was never able to wrangle it. but i am fond of it nonetheless

16. What are your writing strengths?

based on what other people have told me i would say the way i write sibling / family relationships, and while my prose is not always pretty i do think it can be pretty at times ...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i feel like it's often too self-indulgent even if that's what fic is for lol, and i tend to look back on fics and think, i wrote that because i had feelings about it and wanted to say it, but i'm not necessarily sure that This Character would say/do that at this point in time....idk like i fear that when i don't think about it hard enough my characterization can be weak or guided by what eye personally would do vs. what The Character would do. but some of that is because the majority of my fics on ao3 are from years and years ago and i (hopefully) have continued to improve

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

i'm picky about it but when it's done well i think it's really fun and builds so much of the world/character. i think when it's bad it's really bad. when i go about it i try to think about like, a) do i know this language myself/do i know someone who does. if the answer is no i try to keep it really minimal. b) how do people who know multiple languages approach speaking those multiple languages naturally in real life. like (IN MY EXPERIENCE) ppl don't tend to switch languages for random words mid-sentence unless those words are like, mom, dad, uncle, aunt, ect...maybe swearing if they're less familiar with one of the languages and don't know slang/swearing in it...but again when it's done well it's really good and i'm not an expert. i just can kinda tell when it feels off when i read it, if that makes sense...(it's the same way i feel about grammar lol. sometimes i can just tell it's a little Off)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

probably either fma or soul eater or the sister's grimm book series when i was in middle school. or maybe doctor who? idk i had a lot of fanfic notebooks that i have since destroyed and then regretted destroying

20. Favorite fic you have written?

at the present moment it's in these coming years my kagehina love letter but again i feel like it changes constantly. like the more i write the better i get and the more the newest/most polished thing i've written sort of Becomes my favorite just by default of my satisfaction level with it. sorry if that's a bad answer

tagging @yuebings @dcyiyou @burins @cairoscene @cafecliche @perilously sorry if you've been tagged already also if you want to do this and i didn't tag you just say i did. I'll shut up now

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who's lien-hua??

Short answer: My absolute child and the only OC I have cried genuine, REAL tears over. And not tearing up or sniffling a little, full on SOBS. Kat still owes me emotional compensation for that one 😤😤

Long answer: She's one of @katkastrofa’s OCs that I now have partial custody of. P'Li's little sister, born in 136 AG, a sweet cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure, no matter how damn overused that phrase is, it still fits her 🥺🥺🥺 When drawing her last year I accidentally made her look a lot like my friend's little sister so now I am always extra soft about her. But considering what happens, you can imagine the level of emotional devastation this is causing me and just how much this has affected my ability to look at Katya the same way ever again. Doesn't help that her older sister has an annoying tendency to wear her waist length hair in a brushed back braid...

Anyway, for reference, the baby girl, sweet girl herself, from about July 2023:

And now that you have been fully taken with this precious thing's cuteness, it is imperative I let you know that she is killed at age 7 by the warlord who tried to turn P'Li into a living weapon 😐

She's the living embodiment of a tragedy, a child born to be collateral damage, the one who could not be saved no matter what was done, the "it was always going to end this way" half of the tragedy dichotomy. A little girl unjustly killed as punishment for her sister not wanting to become a warlord's weapon, forever remaining as nothing more but a hazy memory of someone to protect. And I'm gonna stop now because I will start crying again, istg–

(There is a verse where she lives, though that is part of a much larger AU that can basically be summed up as "completely self indulgent mishmash of ideas, everybody lives/nobody dies, sunshine and rainbows and peace on earth, unless you're a world leader, then RIP", or as we like to call it, the Ultimate AU, because we never came up with a better name :P But getting into it would take too long and there really isn't too much to explain since it lacks a cohesive plot and is more a bunch of family shenanigans thrown together, so... moving on)

In Kat's fic Lost and Found the memory of Lien-Hua is the driving force behind all of P'Li's decisions, and she constantly blames herself for not having been able to save her (despite the fact she was a child herself, no older than 13), right up until the very end where she.. doesn't really get closure, per se, but is able to let Lien go, in the scene which I have affectionately dubbed "F.C. Yee owes Kat major royalties for this one, holy hell" #ifyouknowyouknow. But also Lien is a point of some interpersonal conflict since no one else can quite relate to P'Li in this case. Ming-Hua (while not present in LaF) is an only child, Zaheer is the youngest of three and was never close with his sisters, and Ghazan... well, his sister is two separate cans of worms depending on whether you're talking about Haya or Zada. Some pretty interesting stuff overall, really scratches my soft spot for family related dealings in fics, and I can't believe I just realised that P'Li's the only non-youngest child in the RL foursome, huh. It's oddly fitting, in a way, at least in my opinion

Oh, and also, Midori is a reincarnation of Lien-Hua :)

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sliding u some of my oc names across the table ... (sorry this is long lmao)

Craftjack Oakcarve -> Fofwarrlboe-rriu Byochenyach, (Weave-a lot-cat Oak's-scar) so "Craftjack" is a title in his colony which describes a cat who crafts/weaves/creates Things (when there's not an urgent need of prey/supplies). weave-a-lot-cat is pretty close so i went with that! oakcarve's actual name i had a little trouble with since there's no direct word for carve yet. he got his suffix from being exceptionally good at craftsmanship with wooden materials, so oak's scar is pretty accurate anyway!

Helper Wheat -> Yyan-babun Kiyrrkroon, (Nurseryhelper-heart Bladehay) wheat doesn't have a suffix because he was a barn-cat before coming to the colony, and requested to not take one! so instead, he can just be a blade of hay :) his title Helper is basically just a jack of all trades --- guy who is nice and who is well versed in most skills. hes just a silly sweet guy lol, i like to imagine the older cats affectionately call him nyemi

Coralbreeze/Drownedriver -> Solyssnanhrra'a (Colorful-fern-breeze), Kepke'ebssbass (Dead-squall-river) he's the leader of Running River colony and he's pretty awful. after he gets forcefully booted from his clan after a war he created, he's referred to as Drownedriver!

Looking fantastic!!

There is a word for wheat (Sherra) and a generic term for grain (Kerrheq), but Bladehay invokes the idea of an outsider much nicer! Nothing fancy or specific, just a dude.

I've gotten a couple of asks about carving specifically, so I think it's high time for some new words there;

To sharpen one's claws = Karrurrska/Karrurrsk/Karrurrs

This is the act of stimming by latching your claws into something and pulling them. It's a really important behavior for the mental health of cats, so there is a special verb for this. This usually refers to scratching on trees, BUT this could also extend to the very satisfying and rewarding whittling of wood to create figurines.

This almost always carries a positive connotation for the cat doing the sharpening. If Clan cats found a cat who had been declawed, either as a punishment or from humans, they would associate it with an intense cruelty. Like a bird with its wings plucked bare, or a fish with its fins sliced off.

To write, carve, etch, or inscribe with claws = Kissepssep/Kissepsse/Kissepss

This is the word more often used for artistic expressions, and the verb associated with writing glyphs and decoration. Unlike in English, this isn't usually related to any particular material! You can carve dirt, wood, or even stone if you've got strong claws.

(At least, I've never heard anyone say they're 'carving dirt.')

And, lastly... there are two words for drowning.

Drowned = Ssbawossan/Ssbawossa/Ssbawo

This word is used when the killing was done by the body of water. Neutral drowning, not a murder. Frogleap, who was fishing and got hit by debris? Duskwater, swept away by a flash flood when she went to the bathroom? Seedpaw, tangled in tall grass while saving her sister?

Urrssbawossan, they-drowned.

It comes from an older phrase, roughly, "The river killed them." The river is a strong and terrifying force, and the idea that it has a hunger of its own was very popular with Park cats. Over time, it became part of Clan culture that sometimes the river claims a life, and this is simply the other side of its great bounty.

And that other word for drowning?

Killed with water = Mwobwoun/Mwobwou/Mwobwo

Darktail's executions were this. When Graystripe flung Whiteclaw over the edge of the ravine, Leopardfur accused him of this.

When Birchface died, there was a very unique Clanmew translation quirk at play here. Appledusk was accused of killing Birchface with water, a type of murder, as if he intentionally tossed him into the river during that battle.

RiverClan refuted these accusations, saying that instead, Birchface had simply been taken by the river, that he had 'drowned.'

And, when Mapleshade showed up half-drowned, she was accused of having murdered her own children by trying to take them across the flooded stepping stones on that terrible night. That the river had not simply taken them, but that she had endangered them and therefore was at fault.

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Solar Opposites in: Solar Monsters (by @avaveevo)

Ch. 6

Later that day, Beverly is walking in the hospital halls with Dr. Schroeder and some other scientists.

Dr. Schroeder: Are you sure Korey died in a so-call hellhound accident?

Beverly: Yes sir. And that why I must show you his… then sees Human Korvo with Human Terry, who has recovered fully with his wounds gone and no pain as he reunited with his friends and children corpse?

Dr. Schroeder is then overjoyed as he and the other scientist walk towards Human Korvo and his family and friends as Beverly looks dumbfounded.

Dr. Schroeder: Korey! Human Korvo walks up to him I’m so happy you’re okay! What happens to your husband?

Human Korvo: Terry was mauled by a hellhound but then, a miracle happen. Terry’s wounds were gone the next day. It remains unknown but I am so proud of my husband.

Solar Opposites Gang: Alright Terry! Woo-hoo! Amazing job your brave bruiser! What a brave fuck! That’s our dad! Hooray Mr. Terry! Terry! Yay!

Dr. Schroeder: Well, I just hope your scanner can do something about the mysterious attack last night. Most people have died from that attack. We don’t know who sent those hounds, but we’ll find him soon… I’ll see you Korey.

As Dr. Schroeder and the scientists leave, Beverly looks on as she growls quietly. Later, at Terry’s hospital room.

Human Terry: So, maybe I should sing to the kids now. Because, that could help boost bravery, into those who have been injured. They’ve been trying to recover, but could use a little hope.

Human Korvo: Really? Well, I love to see you try.

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Sonya and Human Pupa: Yeah. I agree. Good idea Mr. Terry. Music.

Principal Cooke: Wait, that’s seriously gonna work.

The scene then cuts to Human Terry, with his bandages gone, gets up on the stage with the injured kids staring at him with a guitar as he sits down on a stool. His friends and family look at him, hoping it won’t backfired.

Human Terry: taps microphone Hey um, my name is Terry Opposites. I was one of the survivors of the hellhound attack last night. murmurs were heard So, without further ado, I’m gonna sing for those who are struggling with hope of recovery. Because, I believe in true bravery and strength deep inside, it can help you get through anything. It’s something my husband Korey taught at me at the beach last week. Thank you.

Human Korvo smiles.

Human Terry: So, takes a deep breath when he suddenly felt a sense of fearlessness inside him like a wind Let’s begin.

Human Terry starts playing the song with his guitar as he began to start off with the right verse. Song:

Human Terry:

🎵 So clever Whatever I'm done with these endeavors Alone I walk the winding way (Here I stay) 🎵

Human Korvo smiles tearfully at his husband’s singing while Mia romantically out her head on Ms. Perez’s shoulder

🎵 It's over No longer I feel it growing stronger I live to die another day Until I fade away 🎵

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Sonya and Human Pupa dog piled on each other while looking at their father performing. Beverly starts walking away in disgust, which caught Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie’s eyes.

Why give up, why give in? It's not enough, it never is So I will go on until the end We've become desolate It's not enough, it never is But I will go on until the end

Miss Frankie and Principal Cooke sneak away to follow Beverly. Then, Miss Frankie text a message to Human Korvo as he looks down but looks surprised.

Human Korvo: Huh? I wonder what Frankie meant to by that.

Later, Miss Frankie and Principal Cooke kept a close eye on Beverly as they watch her drive away in her car. They then head inside Miss Frankie’s car and Miss Frankie starts the engines as they drive off. Miss Frankie looks on while giving Beverly a death stare.

Miss Frankie: Alright bitch, let’s see what you’re really up to…

As the car drives on, it cuts to the Solars arriving home as they got out with Human Terry holding Human Pupa, who is hugging him.

Human Terry: Aw, look at Pupa. He must’ve miss me so much.

Human Jesse: He sure did. tickles human Pupa by the feet; singsongy Tickle wiggle.

Human Pupa: giggling

As the Solars head, the Shlorpians and Pupa turn back into their normal alien selves as Terry and Korvo kiss.

Aisha: Terry! You’re okay! Don’t you scare the fuck out of us again! Damn, you are one brave yet stubborn son-of-bitch!

Terry: Well, I rather not get too cocky. I hope don’t do that dangerous stunt again… well, clap his hands who’s hungry?!

Jesse: I AM!

Yumyulack: I AM!

Sonya: Me too!

Korvo: Okay okay. Let's all settle down now.

Pupa: Mmm yummy.

Terry: Don’t worry, I’m about to to make you kids some lunch!

Korvo: Aw. kisses Terry on the cheek

Terry: Now if you excuse me I’m gonna go make some food.

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya: Yay!

Terry then heads into the kitchen after making some Aisian food, while making it sure it doesn’t have peanuts in them since Sonya is allergic to peanuts. He smiles as he gets out a jar of kimchi.

Terry: And now for the final touch, a smite of kimchi!

But as soon as Terry tries to open the lid, it’s been shut tightly as Terry as struggles to open it.

Terry: straining voice; struggling to open the right lid Come on you… fucking tight… goddamn lid…!

As Terry struggles to get the lid open, suddenly the jar starts cracking as it shatters into pieces as the pieces fall on the floor, while most of the kimchi sauce spills on Terry, much to his shock.

Terry: looks down in his hands Wh-what? Pupa tries to come in kitchen Stay there!

Pupa: Huh?

Terry: Oh, there’s glass everywhere. That’s why.

Pupa then smiles and heads back to the living room as Terry starts climbing up the mess until he thought of something. Later, the scene then fades to Beverly’s car heading to David’s house as she parks there. Miss Frankie and Principal Cooke then parks their car as they sneak quietly and overhear the conversation.

Miss Frankie: whispering Aw man, I knew there was something about that godawful woman. She is such a total fucking jerkass!

Principal Cooke: whispering I know. I can’t believe that sick bitch would do this to Korvo.

Miss Frankie: whispering Oh! Shh.

As the two teachers listen carefully to the conversation…

Beverly: offscreen Where are you? listen to phone Well, this experiment failed. A monster followed them here and beat the shit out of them. I saw the news. listens closely Mm-hmm. Yeah. Only four colleagues. They and I will be here to search the perimeter. I’ll make sure this new one doesn’t blow up in our faces… I’ll call you back soon…

Miss Frankie: whispering

As Beverly hangs up the phone, Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie stay hidden as they sneak in the fenced gate while watching Beverly leave and heads back in her car before driving away.

Principal Cooke: Oh shit. That woman is a bitch!

Miss Frankie: Grr! That whore is gonna pay! trips on something and falls Whoa!

Principal Cooke: Babe, are you alright?

Miss Frankie: Yeah, I’m fine.

As Miss Frankie, she then sees Darcy’s jacket on the ground, but now ruined, torn and dusty as Miss Frankie picks it up.

Miss Frankie: We found evidence!

Principal Cooke: Oh my God! That’s Darcy’s jacket! That must’ve been on how they found out where she lives!

Miss Frankie: Oh, that cunt must’ve gave him that jacket!

Principal Cooke: We gotta warn Korvo!

Miss Frankie: Come on!

The two teachers then head back into their car, as Miss Frankie puts Darcy’s jacket in the backseat as the car takes off. Meanwhile, back with Terry, he is staring at a glass bottle, wondering about how he easily destroyed that jar of kimchi.

Terry: Hmm? Let make sure if this is it!

He grabs the bottle and squeezes it until it breaks.

Terry: gasp in wonder

Korvo: coming outside with the kids Terry? What is it?

Terry shows the Korvo and the kids what he can do as the rest of the family gasp in surprise.

Yumyulack: Holy shit! Terry is strong!

Terry: Oh my God! I’m strong than I ever been… I never felt this way before… I’m not afraid!

Korvo: This is not good...

Yumyulack, Jesse, Sonya and Pupa: Yay Terry! Alright! Woo-hoo! Yay! Terry!

Terry: I’m not afraid turns into his human form as he runs off

Korvo: gasp Terry no! Come back!

Yumyulack: Oh shit! That’s not good! Uh Terry?!

Jesse: Uh, I don’t think this is such a good idea, Terry!

Korvo: Oh shit! We need to go after him!

Yumyulack: Come on! runs off with Korvo

Jesse: Hey, wait! I'm coming too! follows her brother and father

Pupa: Me too!

Sonya: Me three guys!

Then, we see Human Terry running around the neighborhood.

Human Terry: calling out Mia! I’m not afraid!

Mia: Well, aren’t you super duper re-couper

Then, Human Terry ran past the old folk home.

Human Terry: Old man I don’t know! I’m not afraid

Old Man: Then you’re not paying attention you fucking nitwit

Then, Human Terry runs past the market where Kevin and his family are at.

Kevin: Hey Terry, how are you- suddenly sees something that frightens him Oh my God!

Kevin’s kids scream as they behind their mom. So did the grocery shoppers hide. Human Terry then turns around and it turns behind him was the mugger from the beach!

Human Terry: gasp You?!

Mugger: Hello, weakling. Come back for more?

Human Terry: sees the knife again as he breaks it apart with his strength as it shatters to pieces Not anymore, motherfucker! punches Mugger

As Human Korvo and the kids came, they gasp in shock and surprise over seeing Human Terry beating up the mugger, but with self-control. Human Korvo can’t help but blush as he sees his husband beating up the mugger, infatuated by his husband’s new fearlessness.

Human Korvo: Oh god. I am so fucking turned on right now.

Human Terry then bites the mugger’s fist as he hits him him with a trash can lid and kicks him to the curb

Human Terry: You’ve just been Terried! turns around and kicks mugger again

Human Korvo then runs up to Human Terry and the two make out as the town cheer for him. The kids then ran up and praise their father and cheer for him.

Human Yumyulack: Alright Terry!

Human Jesse: Yay!

Sonya: Alright!

Human Pupa: Terry!

The police then arrived and picks up the mugger as they cuff him. As the mugger gets taken away, the family watches on. Later, Human Terry and Human Korvo were heading outside on the porch back home.

Human Terry: I’m sorry, I just got excited there and it was because I somehow have a new Shlorpian strength. But, I’m really sorry if I scared you to death

Human Korvo: Sssh. seductively Let's not worry about that right now. To be honest, I shouldn’t worry about you anymore. You have became a tough Shlorpian since the hospital.

Human Korvo and Human Terry sits down on their bench chairs as they look at the sunset

Human Terry: You know this is nice. sighs sadly

Human Korvo: Yeah… notices a worried look on Human Terry’s face What’s wrong darling?

Human Terry: I-I think I should be careful with this strength. I could seriously hurt someone looks down at his hands This strength might be dangerous to innocent people.

Human Korvo: Oh, why the fuck would you think that?

Human Terry: I don't know. It's just...ever since I found out about the Super Shlorpians and the Mundane, I've been thinking that I might be a Mundane.

Human Korvo: Wait, you saw something that looked like a mundane?

Human Terry: I-I’m not sure. I did see spirit, like in my dream. But, I’m not really sure. But, what if I am one? What I lose my memrorie?! What if-

Human Korvo hugs Human Terry as he calms down, but tears stroll down Human Terry’s cheek.

Human Korvo: Oh I think this might be a new Shlorpian trait, for Shlorpian who develop strength. You don’t have to worry about it. As you long as you kept it in control, this strength might be easily tamed. wipes away tears from Terry’s eyes Don’t let that shake you up. All I see in my eyes is a brave Shlorpian, who I know will do things right.

Human Terry smiles and holds Human Korvo’s face softly.

Human Terry: Oh, come here you.

Human Terry and Human Korvo kiss as the sun fully sets. Suddenly, they heard stuff breaking and their children play fighting.

Jesse: offscreen Korvo! Terry! Yumyulack is messing with me again!

Yumyulack: offscreen I am not! Hey come on Sonya, no fair!

Sonya: offscreen That's what you get for standing in the way!

The kids then starts squealing and laughing as Human Korvo and Human Terry shake their heads and sigh while rolling their eyes

Human Korvo: sighs Come on, let’s go in before they try to murder each other

Human korvo and Human Terry heads back inside while holding hands romantically as they look at each other lovingly, like the sweet living alien husbands they are as Human Korvo closes the dork behind them.

[weltenwxndler-archive]

General Information:

Name: Sylus

Age: 28

Height: 6'2 ft; 190cm

Birthday: April 18th

alternative verses under the cut !!

Genshin Impact

Sylus is one of Hunter's closest friends. They grew up with the same father, since Sylus grew up without parents. He was suddenly put in front of Hunter's home as a baby and has since been treated as part of the family. He never knew what to do with his life, but was rather dedicated to studying the world in books. He had a knack for creating things, becoming something like an artisan. One of these things was a metallic crow, which he used to observe the area around his home, eventually even sending it further away, waiting days or even weeks for it to come back, show him recordings or make it talk about the things it had seen. He didn't truly understand but it did craw, so something must have happened.

When he turned 16, Sylus received his Cryo vision, having chosen a Polearm adorned with tiny black crystals. His big brother had given it to him and he was very thankful. Even though he got along with Hunter, he was more used to being around his big brother, eventually even started to help out in the weapon trade business.

He usually supplied the Fatui, but he also made himself everywhere else at home, supplying other factions or military organizations with everything they needed. There was no war in between the nations, supplying everyone equally only raised the money and that was what Sylus dedicated himself to.

HSR

Sylus grew up to parents serving in the IPC. He had been living a rather quiet life, mostly studying and training. He wasn't the biggest fan of weapons, but learned to use guns and his hands. The rest didn't matter all that much to him. He tried but lost interest quickly. Learning from the best, Sylus followed his parents to any meeting, to every event, each party, any planet. He learned a whole lot, especially how to connect with possible trading partners and before he knew it, he started to work for the IPC themselves albeit also nurturing ties to Galaxy Rangers, Stellaron Hunters, the Nameless and so on and so forth. He supplied them with what they needed---completely apart from what the IPC kept an eye on.

In all that Sylus was mostly a middleman, the supplying was done by others. He mostly just hid behind a number on a phone, an avatar on the web, he rarely ever came out of his hiding, although he travelled the space plenty under the pretense of helping out the IPC while also gaining new valuable contacts. He was doing rather well at his job, mostly running under the radar, seriously hoping not to be found out for having zero moral grounds.

He truly just enjoyed messing around.

Path: The Hunt, Element: Fire

WuWa

Having grown up to a man serving the Fractsidus with religious passion, Sylus grew up among them, picked up his gauntlets from his father when he died in a fight. But he never truly saw himself as a warrior or fighter per se, he also did not worship the Fractsidus. It wasn't that they scared him but he thought he could do something less violent more more productive to serve them and their ranks, eventually becoming an information broken and weapon trader, which was all too easy considering dirty and shameful, illegal organizations often longed to cooperate with the Fractsidus, while also being hunted by the law which Sylus seriously gave zero fucks about.

Hence he served as a middleman, supplying knowledgeable information to the Fractsidus, even supplying them with valuable materials and weapons, which they seemingly never had enough of. Who knew how many people they had already recruited on their side.

Free time wise he spend his time enjoying different meals and dishes in restaurants or a good wine.

tacet mark: upper right thigh

weapon: gauntlets, element: fusion

his right eye can turn bright red with which he can read/hear the desires of people, their wishes and needs due to having an aether core installed in his body (i am keeping his original lore to a degree)

he can use energy manipulation, a dark black/red string made of dust/waves to free himself from chains, squash people to death or simply let them float. it can be used for maaaany sort of things.

[wellfell]

  ──  𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒.   : 015. exhuma

the summary ;

akina's family was part of a cult that prayed to a false god , a demonic spirit . the founder of their cult that sold his soul to the devil . it's an ancient cult .

they have very beautiful girls taught to dance since they're nine . it attracts the spirits , with their special rituals . once they're old enough , they're expected and taught to present their body to their ' god ' , and also be possessed by the spirit they've attracted to let it connect with their living relatives . basically they're an empty cup to fill ,, let the dead eat , drink , even have sex for three days . the possessed dancing girls carry a symbol on their cheeks , drawn in their blood . a small circle , nothing too complicated .

the girls are grown up in special temples , with the traditions only this cult has that teaches them to talk less and listen more . quite strict ways to make them easier to control . readying them to be possessed by the spirits and serve their god from a very young age .

akina escaped this temple when she was eighteen , the age she was supposed to be possessed by the spirit she was attracting ; in a fit of anger , she stabbed her mentor and dropped the lantern . burned the room , and ran away . though , what she learned in the temple helped her earn some good money . basically , the paranormal researches , wealthy families , and ghost conjurers hire her to attract the target spirit and most of the time it's efficient . . sometimes it's disaster .

  ─ how are these girls attracting the spirits ?

first off , they're chosen , the ones with a pretty face and long limbs . their hair has to be very long , which is why akina never cuts it . they have to be flexible and dance very well obviously . there are 49 cups of wine designed to form three circles around her , a big bowl of rice , incense too . the circle is also drawn on the ground with blood ( sheep , cow , pig ) , and there's no music BUT it'd be more efficient if there was someone who knew how to play the tune to her movements .

then they dance . slow movements at first . gentle and tender , and they whisper their special prayers . call for the spirit , ask it to come inside , whisper their name then her voice starts to get louder and her movements firmer and faster . it has to be done three nights in a row , and by the end of the third night , she usually asks someone to tie her up with thick ropes and not let her move too much ; she doesn't want to be fully controlled by the spirit . only lets it talk to its living relatives .

  ─ when to ask for her to dance for your dead relatives ?

not more than 49 days after the person has died , or 49 days after their anniversary . usually , she works with specialists and professionals because they have to take the spirit out of her body .

  ─ how much money ?

she works at a daycare center until five . so . and she'd definitely do it for free if you ask her nicely or if she concludes the dead person was very important for you . she does care about the money but sometimes she goes soft . ugh .

  ─ why is she so eager to dance ?

in this verse , her family was executed after she ran from the cult . every time she dances , she thinks she sees her dad and sister staring at her from the door or behind the window , never getting inside the room . but she never sees her mom .. she misses her .

  ─ more info here .

[chcsinghcppiness]

______________________________________________________________

name: Gaston Legume

age: 30

occupation: hunter

sexuality: straight

status: single

current location: Villeneuve, France

shipping status: open

verses: -

Gaston grew up with his parents in a little shack near the woods. When he was five, his father was called up to war. Years later, Gaston was now eight years old his father returned. He survived the war but got badly injured. With only one leg left and one arm properly functioning, he fell into despair and depression. A lot of anger built up in him and it resultet in treating Gaston badly. His mother had never been in the position to speak up against his father. She was trying to give Gaston love, his father was so bitter, he made sure to teach Gaston how tough life will be for him. Ever since, Gastonreceived a false picture of romance and love, that a woman had to be beaneth a man and that it was okay to treat her badly. The meaning of love. With only sixteen years he was called up to war with. He was a good soldier, strong and determined. He was quickly climbing up the rang of being captain. Because of his childhood, he had a lot of insecurties. War was tough and brutal, and it taught him well to cover up his fear by using other people's fear. Gaston was lucky enough to return nearly in perfect conditon. Except for a few scars and little wounds, not to mention the mental trauma he carried with him, he was fine. During these dark times, he met Lefou there, a tiny lad he grew close to. LeFou is not only his closest friend, he is considered his only friend. Someone he can open up to and let his guard down. LeFou is always there for him, no matter what.

After he returned, he had to find out his mother had passed away, leaving him back with only his cruel father. The first nights back home, Gaston was haunted by nightmares. He was traumtized by what he had seen and done. War changed people and he finally came to understand why his father felt that way. Nevertheless, his return was celebrated big and he was titled a hero. And Gaston learned that it was easy to take what the people framed him and build up a mask of the glorious hero who won the war for them. No one had ever asked him how many people he killed, how many people of his own he had to leave behind to come back home. What mattered was they won, and he did. What mattered was what people thought of him, how they saw him as herioc and strong. He's doing well, hiding behind the picture of the perfect hero. After his father died, Gaston knew it was time to move on and he relocated into another small village where no one knew the stories about him and he could be celebrated all over again.

The experience, the deaths, the trauma he still carried around never left him. He still has trouble finding sleep at night. Easy things trigger him, like loud noises not caused by him catching him off guard. LeFou followed him, the only man that can calm his nerves and blow away the pain he feels. He loves to get admired by everyone, loved by everyone, especially women. They are down to their knees, desperate for his attention and devotion. Gaston is is taking advantage of everyone and everything. He's taking rejection not well, and never accepts a no. He loves to hunt, it gives him a feeling of power like he used to have during war.

[becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot]

3!!!!

drumroll 🥁🥁 you got Luka Verity!

His Spotify Playlist

he's one of my favorites that I've ever made tbh, I've had him since? the 5-6th grade but he's gone through a lot of changes but I'm fairly happy with how he is now.

He was created for a literal years-long roleplay of me and my friends originally as a side character but he eventually became one of the mains.

He's 15 currently and uses he/him pronouns. He attends the school in our roleplay "Rise Up High" on a scholarship. The roleplay itself is set in a realm of angels and demons, and he's a demon. He has a girlfriend, named Julie, who he started dating about a few months into the 10th grade, but he knew her for about a year/year and a half before. (his backstory will be under the cut because of TW's)

Some random facts for him:

1. He was originally made to be a creep so we'd have some backstory for him, but in our recent redoing of the roleplay, he was made to be nicer as a side character and like I said eventually became a main.

2. He's autistic (projecting? never)

2a. To more expand on that, kind of a reason he was developed as a creep at first was more people misunderstood him more than anything else. He tiptoe walks and doesn't make eye contact, which sometimes led to extreme eye contact to try to "fix it" or people thinking he's staring at somewhere else and thinking he's being inappropriate. But when he met his current friend group, they got more understanding of it and it eventually led to him meeting his now girlfriend.

3. His powers! He is a demon like I mentioned and every demon/angel in this verse has a power. His power, he's able to summon chains out of thin air and use them. This has its drawbacks though, if he overdoes it, it leaves him in pain for a few days after because of it.

The first picture is him for around the entire year in the 9th grade. Over that time he grew his hair out and for half of 10th grade it was like the second picture, but halfway through the year he cut it short again and dyed it blue.

And another random picrew I did for him

tw for abuse and suicide

this is his backstory copy and pasted from a doc that I wrote for him (if there's mistakes I apologize I wrote this at? 3am a while back and never went back to fix mistakes or inaccuracies so some might be outdated lol)

Link if y'all want it

The Christmas kids and their parents were always

well known around the town.

Roman Christmas was the only demon in town that could control water; it made him popular with the kids who enjoyed his tricks and gimmicks he always did to make them smile.

Lucy Christmas, while a stay at home mother, was loved as well. Whenever their son or daughter had kids over she was always described as caring and motherly, bringing food and drinks and playing with the kids as well.

They would be your average nuclear family, as far as demons went. Their family was full of love and laughter and joy. It had always been this way, as far as Luka could remember.

Luka always had mostly fond memories of his mother. Her smile and her hugs and how she made the best food. How she always came into his room at night when she thought he was asleep to check on him. It had always been like this for as long as he could remember, the whole 8 years of his life. Everything was good.

He didn't have very many memories of the day his mother died. He remembered it was just him and her in the house; his father and sister were on a trip. He remembered being hungry that day. He remembered going to ask his mom when dinner was going to be done. He remembered the chair on the ground, the ringing in his ears, the silence of his world collapsing around him. He wasn't a dumb kid. He knew what this meant.

He remembered going to the phone and dialing his dad, but he doesn't remember much after that. He lived the next few weeks in a foggy haze, just little bits and pieces. He remembered the day of her funeral, having to hold himself together while his father sobbed on the ground and he held his little sister.

He remembered everything that came after it. After a few months, his father had their names changed. He was no longer Luka Christmas. He would forever be Luka Verity. It was apparently his father's old last name before his parents married.

He always remembered the house being clean and bright, but after his mother died it never was again. The blinds were always shut and there was always stuff everywhere. Homemade dinners were a thing of the past, the kids always ate whatever Luka could find in the cabinets and cook for them. That was one thing she left with him. The knowledge of cooking.

His father changed after. He was no longer the soft and loving dad he had had for the first part of his life. He was cold now, sharp and cruel. Loving words and soft touches turned into spat out sentences and bruises. He vividly remembered the first time his dad hit him, screaming that it was his fault and that Luka wasn't his son anymore. That was the first time he cried since his mother died.

Shortly after, they moved. Somewhere more rural, away from the town of judging eyes and gossip and pity.

As Luka entered his middle school years, he shut down from the rest of the world. His sole purpose was to get a job, make money and move him and his sister out of the god forsaken hellhole that was where he lived. His worst years of abuse were endured there.

When his scholarship for his high school was sent, he considered it the best day of his life. An out, he considered it. It was amazing.

…until it wasn't.

He wasn't allowed to bring his sister. He had no way to leave then. Shortly after he accepted his fate that he wasn't going anywhere, his life changed yet again. An aunt he somehow didn't know about showed up, proving that their dad was unfit to take care of them and earning sole custody of both him and his sister.

His life was somewhat back on track. His sister was safe, and he left to finish his teenage years in peace. (Hopefully…)

~

[wolint]

BELIEVING IS SEEING

BELIEVING IS SEEING

John 20:24-29

 

A doubting Thomas is a sceptic who refuses to believe without direct personal experience—a reference to the Apostle Thomas, who refused to believe that the resurrected Jesus had appeared to the ten other apostles until he could see and feel the wounds received by Jesus on the cross. Hence the phrase “believing is seeing.” Are you a doubting Thomas?

Jesus didn’t blame Thomas for not being present in the room when He appeared but blamed him for his unbelieving attitude. He wanted visible, tangible proof of the Lord’s resurrection, like so many people in the world today; otherwise, he would not believe, just as they would not believe. This is the attitude of many today, but it is not reasonable. Even scientists believe many things that they can neither see nor touch. But they refuse to believe in the existence of God and therefore the death, burial, and resurrection of Christ Jesus.

Our belief or unbelief doesn’t refute the existence of a thing. God knows that very well, hence Psalm 14:1. So, was Thomas a fool? Not really.

There are so many doubting Thomases in the world, even among believers. We have all heard or probably said things like "seeing is believing," "I will believe it when I see it," and "I can't believe this; that is not possible." Well, great news, because according to Matthew 19:26, all things are possible with God.

We have all acted like Thomas at some point or know someone like him; someone difficult to convince of anything without proof and who doubts everything they hear. Verse 25 says, "If I don't see the mark of nails in His hands, put my finger into the mark of nails, and put my hand into His side, I will never believe." This was Thomas' response to being told that they'd seen the Lord.

How about you? What is your reaction to something the Lord has or is doing around you? Are you one of those whose motto is "seeing is believing"?

Unbelievers can exercise their unbelief because that's what they are; "unbelievers," and unbelief is a huge issue in the lives of many believers. The Christian Walk is one of FAITH and the only means by which we enter God's will. But how can you enter His will if you don't believe in who He is, what He's done, and how He loves us?

We all struggle with doubts sometimes, but we must overcome them quickly, believing that God is all good and that He is ever ready to impart to us whatever we need, but only if there is no doubt. That is, we don’t waver in our faith, not doubt the truth of the grand and fundamental principles of God, and when we ask sincerely and fervently without hesitation, we receive so much good from God according to James 1:6.

We miss out on a lot of God’s blessings and favour for us when we choose to see His mighty power at work before believing in His faithfulness. Our need to see before believing is offensive to the Father because it shows how much we doubt His love and grace.

Doubt offends God according to Psalm 95:9-11.

Doubt closes doors of blessings.

Doubt stops our prayers from being answered, says James 1:8.

Doubt causes stagnation.

Doubt closes the door to healing, favour, and miracles.

Don't allow doubts and unbelief to stop you from enjoying all that Christ died to give you. You didn't need a sign to accept Christ as your Savior; don't ask for one to prove that He can and will do what He says He will.

Christ is asking and encouraging you to believe in Him without physical evidence but to have faith to see His glory. Learn to ask the Father to grant you the grace to believe without physical evidence in Jesus’ name.

Don’t be a doubting Thomas; believing is seeing and not seeing is believing.

PRAYER: Lord, open my eyes, physically and spiritually, to Your mighty power and presence and help my unbelief in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Shalom

WOMEN OF LIGHT INT’L PRAYER MIN.

[yhwhrulz]

Charles Spurgeon's "Morning & Evening" Devotional for January 30

Morning

“O give thanks unto the Lord.”

Psalms 105

The Psalmist commemorates the providential care of the Lord towards the chosen family in the delightful verses of

Psalms 105:1

Thankfulness should sweeten our spirit, worship should be our delight, and to make known the goodness of the Lord our constant employment.

Psalms 105:2

Both singing and talking ought to be consecrated to the Lord’s honour, though, alas! they are too often desecrated to the most unworthy purposes.

Psalms 105:3

We are very prone to glory in something; wise are they who glory only in the Lord.

Psalms 105:4

Even when we have found him and know his love, let us press onward and seek him more and more.

Psalms 105:5 , Psalms 105:6

Those who receive special favours should consider themselves under peculiar obligations to glorify God by publishing abroad his goodness and power.

Psalms 105:8

Glory be to God, he has never ceased to be faithful to the covenant of grace. It is ordered in all things and sure, and not one word of it has ever fallen to the ground. His promises stand fast for ever, firm as the throne of the I AM.

Psalms 105:15

With ease the surrounding potentates might have crushed the chosen race while one single tent could hold them; but the Preserver of men mysteriously guarded them, as evermore he keeps the little flock of his people. The persons of the saints are sacred, and sanctified unto God, they cannot be touched with impunity.

Psalms 105:16

Before the famine came, arrangements had been made for the housing of Jacob and his family. Before our trials befall us the way out of than has been prepared. There was a Joseph before there was a famine.

Psalms 105:17-19

God’s word caused the trial, and the same word ended it. There is as much a divine fiat concerning our daily trials as there was in the creation of the world. One word from God can bring us down, but, blessed be his name, another can raise us up.

Psalms 105:23

Even favoured Israel must go into Egypt where trouble awaited his household; but it was needful for the preservation of the race, and therefore a matter for praise. Let us bless God also when we go down into Egypt, for the hand of the Lord is in it.

To God, the great, the ever bless’d,

Let songs of honour be address’d;

His mercy firm for ever stands;

Give him the thanks his love demands.

Remember what thy mercy did

For Jacob’s race thy chosen seed;

And with the same salvation bless

The meanest suppliant of thy grace.

Evening

“God shall be with you.”

Genesis 48:1-5 , Genesis 48:8-21

Genesis 48:4

Jacob would not have Joseph fix his heart upon Egypt, but have a believing eye towards Canaan, therefore he speaks to him concerning it. We must ever guard against loving the world because things go smoothly with us.

Genesis 48:5

Thus they were to be regarded as founders of distinct tribes, and to have each of them a portion among the sons of Jacob.

Genesis 48:11

God is much better to us than our fears; yea, far better than our hopes.

Genesis 48:12-19

The order of nature is not the order of grace. Jacob well knew this, for in his own case it was written, “the elder shall serve the younger.” The Lord’s purposes must stand.

Genesis 48:20-21

Whoever dies, the Lord remains with his people. Let us not be in despair, though the best of our friends or the ablest of our ministers be taken from us.

When good old Jacob blest the seed,

From Joseph’s loins that came,

He cross’d his withered hands, ‘tis said,

And God has done the same.

Crosses each day with trials hot,

The Christian’s path has been;

And who has found a happy lot

Without a cross between?

“Not so, my father,” oft we say,

This pain, this grief remove;

Too blind to fathom wisdom’s way,

Or think ‘tis sent in love.

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