#Recovery Version

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Habakkuk's Complaint

Therefore the law is ineffective, / And justice never goes forth; / For the wicked one encompasses the righteous one, / Therefore justice goes forth perverted. — Habakkuk 1:4 | Recovery Version (REC) The Recovery Version of the Holy Bible © 2009 Living Stream Ministry. All rights reserved. Cross References: Psalm 22:12; Psalm 58:1-2; Psalm 119:126; Isaiah 1:21; Isaiah 5:20; Isaiah 59:12

[deep-space-lines]

IT'S FINALLY FUCKING DONE. I'M FINALLY FREE

UNTIL FRAUD COMES OUT

Tumblr shrinks it down pretty bad so please. please. I am begging you. look at the full sized image and zoom in. This art piece made my friends worried for my mental health I need someone to witness the amount of detail and effort I put into this

also the original sketch under the cut bc I think comparing them is really funny

[i-lavabean]

Rough sketch of Bode

[changelingsandothernonsense]

TES Summerfest 2024

Day Six: Mirror or Abandoned @tes-summer-fest The Nerevarine's mind tends to play tricks.

It always started the same. He’d felt his flesh dissolve from his bones as another pyroclastic flow engulfed him. Same shit as usual. Only this time, instead of a beach or cave, he awakened in a quiet candle-lit chamber that reminded him of the offering halls found in ancestral tombs. He felt someone take his hand, kissing it lightly before something was whispered into his ear in Dunmeris. Lips pressed against the shell, the breath hot and putrid as those lips trailed down his neck. He was staring at himself, his hands on some sort of candlelit altar that was stained with long dried blood. His reflection stared back at him through the polished bronze mirror. The smile it wore was menacing and he found himself lost in the void where his eyes should have been. His reflection reached out through the wall as Teldryn felt lips trail down his neck, teeth scraping almost painfully at his skin. Long nails dragging down his bare chest, dipping to his hips and- His reflection grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to stare into the dark, endless void that had replaced the bright crimson of his eyes. He tried to look down at whatever it was that was now between his legs, biting at his hipbone, hands stroking the bare skin of his inner thigh. Cold lips met his and all he could taste was rot and bitter ash. He felt something sharp clamping down on his tongue, the taste of ash replaced by the sickening metallic sensation of blood pouring down his throat. He tried to open his mouth, to scream, to pull away but he couldn’t move. His reflection held him steady as blood poured from his lips. His reflection turned away and spat something from his mouth. Teldryn watched as it hit the ashen ground, small, red and bloody. It took him a few moments to recognise it as his own tongue.

[lemonwrap]

I’m interested in seeing a Soap who survived Makarov with brain damage and some resulting issues—but by far the biggest problem is that Soap is absolutely, thoroughly, one hundred percent convinced that everything around him is just a figment of his imagination.

Everything. Even Ghost, the man he loves.

[hoaxghost]

They're both so insane for different reasons but it results in the same outcome

[triglycercule]

i need the murder time trio to drink eachother's blood after causing an injury. that's so romantic in both my eyes and theirs. i need them to bite eachother and claw at eachother and injure eachother and hurt. and then when they try to patch eachother up make the injury hurt more before finally wrapping it up with a bandaid and a kiss or a lingering glance or DARE I SAY a hug (because imo a hug is much more vulnerable than a kiss). peak of romantism i dare say

i need them to use violence against eachother as a way to keep them grounded or to just let out anger towards eachother i need dust to gouge out horror's eye and then give horror his own to replace it. i need horror to squeeze killer's soul until he can feel the pain but in exchange killer gets to use a knife inside his head i want killer and dust to fight everyday and soon their bones will be littered with scars of the other's attacks I NEED THEM TO HURT EACHOTHER!!!!!!

they share pain and release anger and frustration and all that stuff onto eachother but dw dw this is how they love. but they do genuinely dislike eachother (because no matter how much they love one another they STILL can never manage to get over their differences and that's what makes them PEAK) but they also care for the other two and in their fucked up minds this is a good relationship. not because its not toxic because it definitely fucking is but because everyone is satisfied

i love murder time trio poly

[becomingthedreamversionofme]

[serenityquest]

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Paul's Prayer for the Ephesians

That He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Spirit into the inner man, That Christ may make His home in your hearts through faith, that you, being rooted and grounded in love, May be full of strength to apprehend with all the saints what the breadth and length and height and depth are and to know the knowledge-surpassing love of Christ, that you may be filled unto all the fullness of God. — Ephesians 3:16-19 | Recovery Version (REC) The Recovery Version of the Holy Bible © 2009 Living Stream Ministry. All rights reserved. Cross References: Job 11:8; John 1:16; John 14:23; Romans 7:22; Romans 8:9-10; Romans 8:39; Romans 9:23; 1 Corinthians 3:6; Ephesians 1:7; Ephesians 1:15; Colossians 2:10; 1 Peter 1:8

[positiveupwardspiral]

Every day I pray to be the very best version of myself, that I shine more brightly by the day, and I operate not half dim, but full wattage.

~Alicia Keys

[not-poignant]

Underline the Blue (Nate/Janusz - Omegaverse)

Title: Underline the Blue

Pairing: Nate Prince/Janusz Bodanowicz

Notes: This is another story in the Underline the Black universe! Set prior to Underline the Black.

Summary: Nate, an omega, has been sent to Hillview by his alpha partner who doesn’t believe he’s good enough to claim or bond with, and wants him trained up at an omega rehabilitation facility to be a better partner. Nate is paired up with the alpha Janusz, who soon realises Nate has been micromanaged and ‘trained’ already to the point of having his soul shattered, and a journey of slow recovery and rehabilitation begins.

Underline the Blue - Chapter 16 - on AO3!

In which Janusz works to repair the rift that grew between himself and Nate, and takes him back to the beach to understand more about the shells.

Underline the Blue (early access) - Chapter 18 @ Patreon || Ream

In which Janusz takes Nate out for a drive, and then to a restaurant, and Nate reveals he’s too scared to go in because he doesn’t believe he’s good enough to be allowed to eat in public.

Early access chapters are released in the Augus & Gwyn tiers and higher on both Patreon and Ream. :D (Folks are only charged once a month on Ream, hence the slightly higher fee - that and I set my tier prices 10 years ago and cost of living has gone up a little since then! T.T)

– Thanks to all the Patreon and Ream supporters for making this (and my other writing) possible!

[incompleteninny]

The seventy-third free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click here to read from the beginning).

An earthquake shakes the room: another of Barclay's feet crashing down.

Waylon's body won't move, though.

He stares out at the man, suspended within the core of his own mind. Blank, placid, empty, and weak. Not even enough strength to spur a thought.

"Where's Avery?" Barclay asks, his voice an iceberg cutting through stone.

Fear pulses once in Waylon's chest. Thoughts surge. A landslide tumbling through his mind — alongside his disembodied form. They pepper him: chunking pieces away until only an abstract sphere remains. Devoid of feeling, yet full of questions. Why aren't I moving? Am I— am I okay? Am I just going to stand here and let him catch me?

Barclay cracks his other set of knuckles. "Staying quiet, huh? If she's hurt... Well, it's not going to be good for you."

No.

It's an answer that burns in his stomach. Guttural, desperate, and not his own. It sets his chest aflame and straightens his cowering spine. Physical sensations that he recognizes, but where's the feeling? The emotions?

No, this can't be it. Not yet.

Barclay nearly shatters the earth between them with the fall of another boot. "I recommend you don't resist."

[...]

The final print version will have art inserts. Last week, I got a new one in from Stella. I love it and what to share it (go look at her other art after, too). This depicts the end of chapter 33, “A Pillar”

[sage-thee-herbmaster]

WOW my teeth have never been whiter and I don’t even brush them daily like I’m “supposed to”!

[indydrawsstuff]

cleaned up one of those Tenna sketches a little. @tvlandofficial because.

[underthemexicansun]