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theanonymousfoxsimp · 3 years ago

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Resident evil village characters catching you wearing an outfit like theirs/making their outfit to wear it to impress them

These are minifics btw so please enjoy!

Minors beware! 18+ themes

Lady demetrescu and a female reader

Oh boy,it took awhile to do it but you did it with the help of donna and the girls. Your outfit was perfect,an exact match but much smaller to fit your tiny frame. The girls were happy,even calling you a mini demetrescu and acted like you were actually demetrescu which confused the maids greatly.

Alcina had been gone to a meeting,the perfect time to get info the outfit and put your makeup on and grab a similar cigarette holder as you smoked your cigarette. You heard her before she came in,her heels clicking against the floor in the hall outside the door. You were in her personal chambers-now shared between the two of you and expanded just a bit to hold your items.

"My love I am back-well well" she ducked through the door, you could hear the smirk in her voice when she spoke. She took in your form,smiling all the while as something of lust and love glinted in her golden eyes.

"Do you like it? I was going to wear your dress but-" you gestured between her and you,the height difference explaining it all. You even had her wide brimmed hat,which she plucked off your head after picking you up to press sweet kisses on your lips and neck.

"Delicious,You are very cute and adorable wearing this but I think you would look even more dashing with it off" she whispered into your ear. She had a habit of wripping your clothes off but she carefully peeled off the white dress. She stopped once she saw the lacy black lingere you wore underneath,you already predicted this and came prepared.

"You're just full of surprises darling" she purred. Her form easily blanketed yours but she pulled back to close the doors to her chambers and to strip her own clothing down to her bra and panties. She slowly made her way back over,a hunger glinting in her eyes you're familar with.

This was going to be a fun night.

Donna benevento and a female reader

It took awhile,especially with angie bothering you every minute of the day for a tea party. You didn't mind the doll but sometimes when you would ask for "alone time",she would complain then leave for awhile then come back. You had worked on the outfit in your spare time,even making the black veil to match Donna's.

You hastily put on the outfit when you hear the telltale shreak from angie saying she and donna were home from the duke. You dat down in one of donna's many chairs,waiting patiently as she walked through the door with angie trailing behind her.

"Hey y/n! We're back-" even angie stopped when she saw you. Donna froze,not knowing what to say as she took in your outfit,your veil moved to reveal your curious expression. She said nothing as she seemingly floated over with how fast snf subtle her steps were. Angie waddled up to you then hopped up into your arms where you held the doll tightly as if hugging her.

"You look wonderful" donna said softly,moving closer to cup your face in her pale hand. She was at a loss for words,you were gorgeous in her eyes and she couldn't express it well,so angie did.

"We both think you look cute and very delectable!" Angie's shrill voice was filled with a hint of adoration,like she found a new friend who is willingly her friend. Donna was surley blushing underneath her veil, she took a second to move it so she could bring you into a soft but loving kiss.

She pulled away,moving the veil so you could see her face more clearly. She smiled,it was a genuine happy smile,the rare ones you would get whenever you impressed her more than you normaly would. She grabbed your hand,leading you into her room with angie trailing behind,you knew what she wanted and had made the bed with the softest blankets and plush pillows. You both flopped onto the bed,bursting into a fit of soft giggles that died down once you pulled her in your arms to cuddle,angie scooting her way inbetween the both of you.

Karl heisenberg and a male reader

You were sitting in your old room,heisenberg in a lower level working on his new idea called "strum" which you thought was dangerous enough without you there. Your cadou was similar to his,only you had a more powerful emp that was like sonar but you could sense everything rather than just the metal around you.

You were waiting for him to come in, him voicing over a tv that he would be back in a few minutes which was well over an hour ago. Thats when you felt it,the emergency blips of eletricity heisenberg would send out if he actually needed your help. His hammer next to you vibrated,you grabbed it,holding onto the hat on top of your head.

It moved before you could even blink,sending you down and around to the further floors of the factory. You could sense trouble,so you gripped the hammed with both of your hands and braced your ability once you burst into the room. You could see smoke and sparks,heisenberg struggling to hold back strum who was activley trying to attack him while a fire raged on in the room behind him.

You didn't want to,but you grabbed the hammer and swung it with all of your might at strum's back. You could hear a sickening crack as the propeller powered down and strum moving to fall as he himself was powered down by the powerful hit. You didn't mind the look heisenberg gave you as he saw your outfit,you using your metal bending ability to bend one of the water pipes to break. The pipe broke,water violently spewing out into the fire,quickly extinguishing it and effectly soaking half of the room with water.

He gave you an astonished look once you bent the pipe back and into its proper place,the water stopping and going back into its correct place. You walked over to him,barley pulling his hammer along as you walked over to pull him down to check him over. He looked at your outfit again,a cocky smirk on his face. The look you gave him was one of confusion until you looked down to remember what you were wearing,you were wearing his coat ,hat,and sunglasses you stole earlier. You looked like a mini him,even matching the straps,pants and green tank top he would wear while working.

"Alright,give me a 360 look" he moved his finger in a way that said "spin". You did,slowly so he could take in the look which he thought hugged your frame quite nicely. He smiled,thinking about a few sinful activities that caused him to rise to half mast.

"So?"

"So? You look handsome and detectable in my clothing." He remarked,a feral look glinting in his eyes.

He watched as you strided closer to him,your gloved hand reaching up to caress his cheek before pulling him down into a soft kiss. You pulled away too soon,a displeased huff leaving his lips but you yanked him in closer by his belt. This effectively made him push you into the table behind you,him hastily pulling yours and his belt down as he yanked you back in for a more heated kiss.

This was going to be a long night

Salvatore moreau and a male reader

You and salvatore had a relatively complex relationship. Your cadou mirroring his own without it transforming you physically,it made you mentally change. You could turn into this elegant sea serpent while he turned into what he thought was a grotesque beast.

It didn't take awhile,an easy fling of clothing and an easily made bone crown you had been making for awhile now. It wasn't simple getting enough time to spend with him sonce of his devotion to miranda. It was hard enough as is to even start a relationship because of the woman not wanting to share you with thee others because besides heisenberg,you were one of the strongest of Miranda's experiments.

Moreau idolized you much more than miranda,which surprised you since you didn't like being compared to the woman who kidnapped you.

Hours went by before you heard moreau walk back into the small home you and him would sit in and watch any movies you or him haven't seen. He was going on about something,how the others were once again being complete assholes to him.

"B-but mother stopped them..but not all the time!" He argued against himself. He didn't notice you at first,only when he sat down on his favorite pillow is when he saw you. You wearing a bone crown similar to his while the cover he would wear had acted like a cape to you.

He was honestly speachless,he thought you were an actual king at first until he realized it was you. That's when he started to freak out a little,which earned you walking over to place a gentle and calming hand on his face. He felt calmer,knowing you weren't going to mock him.

"Y-you look l-like a king!" He blurted out. He looked at you,adortion in his eyes as he pulled you in closer for a hug. He felt even more calm,your warm and dry body felt like a heated blanket,one he actually would keep around rather than give to someone else.

"If I look the part then I've done a good job,now how about we watch phantom of the opera and eat some cheese? That sound good?" You said. Having prepared everything beforehand so it wouldn't be a hastle having him scramble around to get things set up.

"Oh definitely!" He said,happily clapping his hands before sitting down next to you. He sat on his favorite pillow while you sat on yours,draping the rather large blanket over the both of you while the movie started.

Just some short practice I needed,I'm particularly proud of this one tbh and I felt the need to so here ya go! Feel free to request things from me,dont msg since I don't have access to my dms

#resident evil x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #donna x reader #moreau x reader #headcannons

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cyanciela · 5 years ago

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It slips his mind, sometimes, how nothing is ever the same when you shut your eyes. The leaves change colors too quickly, and somehow he can’t remember why. It feels accidental, but there’s a buzzing in his head, that tells him it’s not; he knows why he doesn’t want to remember.

He needs to, and he does, but even that feels involuntary in it’s own way. The sun catches on her hair, and it’s so overgrown-- it brings him back. It’s long because time passes, and hair grows. He understands this, and himself, he knows that the worst is over.

“He didn’t seem too happy about it, and honestly what-”

Her voice is the same though; he hears it all the time now. He hears the rolling of wooden wheels outside, too, the birds; he feels the cool touch of Faust around his neck. Warm, she says.

“So I told him, if you keep giving me bread, expect money.”, Asra nods over the rim of his cup, watching idly how she seems to glide around the room. He knows she’s watching him, even if it would seem like she wasn’t to an untrained eye. She never wants to sit still.

“And I just know I must look as good as the bread. I can’t seem to escape my admirers.” She says, her eyes slyly darting to meet his, it doesn’t linger at all, and she continues to spin around their shop, grabbing bottles and moving things around.

He feels his face warm the slightest bit, keeping his eyes trained on her moving figure despite that. Warm! Faust sings it this time, and Asra wonders how even his own familiar is in on it.

He also feels the slightest irritation, once he takes a second to reconsider her last statement. He knows she was talking about him, about his own inability- unwant- at being at-all subtle, but he also knows that she wasn’t totally kidding either. Robyn had a way of attracting attention, whether she meant to or not, and it didn’t help that she had a heart of gold. All of Vesuvia knew it, knew her, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to start a conversation that would take all day to finish. She wants him to be aware of the fact that she’s wanted, admired, by many. Even the Countess was enamored by her at one point, and he finds that it’s unsurprising.

He smells the scent of her lilac perfumes as she comes to a standstill right beside him. He turns his body away from the table and towards her, and she wastes no time is stepping directly into his space. “Maybe I should start wearing a sack everywhere, no one would pay attention to me then.” Her tone is teasing.

Asra sighs in mock exasperation, moving his hand to rest on her waist, his face set in contemplation and deep thought. “I’m afraid not, it would only bring attention to the lovely features on your face.”

Robyn gasps, a look of utter surprise and distress, “What ever should I do then? There may be no solution to my predicament. You must help me wise magician.” She throws her head back, the back of her left hand resting daintily and dramatically on her forehead, as if she were about to faint at the mere thought.

Asra’s grasp on her waist tightens, and at the same time catches the sight of throat as it seems to tighten. In anticipation?

He clears his throat, “Not even the most talented of us would be able to help someone as fair as you escape these admirers you speak of, even if you were to somehow cover your face too, your compassion would win them over, surley.”

Angel! Faust supplies, using his arm as a bridge to move onto her neck.

She falls into a fit of giggles, moving her hands onto his own. She looks dead at him, a smile now curved out into her features. If it weren't for her now limiting his movement, he would have used a hand to touch to corner of the smile. “Maybe I should just stay here with you then.”

“They’d come looking for you, I’m afraid. We’d need to run away, somewhere no one knows of your radiance.” He says, his voice low and rough. She only brushes a piece of his hair away, staying quiet.

They look at each other for another moment, and for a second Asra contemplates the idea of doing everything he’s been wanting to. She’s hard to read sometimes, but right now he likes everything he sees, and it seems she does too.

It doesn’t last. Her eyes grow dimmer, and he wishes he knew why, so that he could fix it. The bell over their door rings, and with one more squeeze he lets her go. She doesn’t seem to be around for the rest of the day.

The next time they’re in town, he can’t help but pay more attention to the way people watch her. She has a smile on her face the whole time, talking as much as usual, and he contributes his thoughts every now and then, but suddenly he doesn’t understand: her, or himself.

Its after they leave the third shop, and seventh very long conversation with a citizen of Vesuvia, that he decides to ask.

“Why aren’t you with-” He gestures wildly, “You- know, someone.” That was harder to get out than he thought.

If Robyn is caught off guard, she doesn't show it, and for once Asra is happy about that.

She shrugs, uncharacteristically quiet, “I guess I don’t want a someone. My tastes are reserved for particular, things.”

“Oh, then, you do have tastes then?” He asks as casually as possible, suddenly intrigued by the flowers of a bush nearby.

Robyn laughs, “Yeah.”

Maybe he should start paying attention to who she watches.

The rest of their day passes without incident, they finish their shopping, and help a couple more customers. Asra has been, vigilant, you could say, different in a way he usually is. Instead of watching her, he watches what she does. Disappointing results, is something he wishes was too soon to say, and it might be, but…

She hardly seems interested in anyone. No indication of actual romantic attraction to any of the people they crossed-- call him impatient, but this was important.

“Be honest Faust, I’m being annoying aren't I? I need to let it go?” Asra’s voice is nothing more than a whisper as he shelves a new bottle.

Honest. She echoes. You.

“I need to be honest.” He confirms, but it feels hopeless.

Things are not the same. For as much as he forgets, in moments of time where everything looks, almost, the same, they aren’t. Sad? says Faust, he shrugs.

He trusts her with his life, and she trusts hers with his. He tells her as much as he can, when it comes to the facts, but with feelings he knows there’s no reason to lie. If she asked, he’d tell her anything she wanted to know, and maybe that’s the reason why she doesn’t.

He’s had no luck trying to figure things out on his own. She really gives nothing away, there wasn’t anything to work with, but he does know one thing, he needs her to be happy.

She is, she tells him so, but every once in a while, like the other day, something is wrong. He feels like he’s looking at a picture with glasses that aren’t his; It’s all very frustrating.

“Can you pass me that bottle.” He asks her, still distracted with the million thoughts he doesn’t know what to do with. Maybe feelings were useless, but he could at least keep them to himself.

“Yes master.” She says it without thinking, as she always does, and it upsets him how used to hearing it he is, how it almost doesn’t hurt anymore. Her tone is completely void, as if she has something on her mind too, and when he turns he sees her walking over with a book. It covers her face, her other hand holds the requested bottle.

“I told you I don’t like when you call me that.” He sounds off, a frown between his brows.

Robyn doesn’t pick up on it, humming distractedly, her eyes never leaving the pages. He waits another second before the urge takes over, and he pushes the book down, away from her eyes. They move up, along with her eyebrows in a “can-I-help-you” expression.

“I’m not your- I’m just Asra, can’t you say that? For me?” His hand still rests on her wrist.

He’s surprised to find that rather than compliance of any kind, he sees her looking at him-- rather coldly. It catches him so off-guard his hand goes falling back to his side.

“Maybe you haven't asked nicely.”

He can’t help but laugh nervously, “What-”, he’s asked so many times, in so many ways. He’s sure at least one of those times he’s said it nice enough.

She hums, staring at him with so much anticipation, expectation, that he wishes he there were a way to peer inside her head.

“I’m not sure you’ve asked nicely.” She repeats, more slow and deliberate than ever. Asra tilts his head, wishing to understand. “Or maybe you just haven’t asked the right way.” She finishes, tilting her own head in mock consideration.

Asra’s frown deepens, he really should’ve known better than to be so secretive with her all these years; she’s better at keeping things under wraps than he is. Her mouth slowly tilts up into a smile, but her eyes stay the same. She’s unhappy about something and Asra is coming to the conclusion it must be about him.

She steps back, moving to replace the new space with her book once again. He stops her, grabbing a hold of the book and shutting it completely, moving forward in a single movement.

“How should I ask then. Some of us weren't lucky to be born with so much understanding.” He takes another step forward, she takes another back. At least her eyes seem to be lit with amusement now, he thinks dejectedly.

“It’s no good if I tell you. The trip there is half the fun, but, you know that my traveling master.” She’s back to gliding around their shop, somehow managing not to bump into anything despite still facing his way.

“I disagree, sometimes I want nothing more than to arrive without having to wait at all.” He jumps forward, catching her from tripping over a pair of discarded shoes. She escapes him within another second.

“And where would that be?” she teases, stopping but holding her hands out to stop him from coming any closer.

Asra stops along with her, holding his hands behind his back. He sees her chest heave slightly higher than usual as she breathes. “Back home, to you.”

He can’t help the smirk that rises at her reaction. She’s rolling her eyes, moving her hands to her hips in actual exasperation. “How long have you been waiting to use that one?”

He jumps at the opportunity, wrapping his previously resting arms around her middle, she shrieks, surprise! exclaims Faust.

“Only a few weeks.” He whispers in her ear. The goose bumps that rise a second later are more satisfying than he’ll ever admit.

He startles himself only a moment later, when she returns the gesture, finally wrapping her arms around his neck. He melts just as quickly. Her nose skims along the line of his jaw, her hands slide into the curls of his hair, he feels his own goose bumps rise. Her lips land delicately on the skin of his cheek near his ear and jaw. They leave a delicate kiss, so light he almost misses it.

“Master.” He holds his breath in anticipation, “Your pot is burning.”

“Please call me Asra, please.”

“I’ll buy you unlimited bread please call me Asra.”

“Faust says she’ll never plot with me again if you call me Asra.”

Are all the wrong ways to ask for your apprentices cooperation, Asra learns. Robyn seems to enjoy watching him fail at cracking her impossible request.

How the hell else is he meant to ask? He thought about just demanding her to, and she probably would listen, but it wouldn't be the same. Not only is that driving him crazy, but he still hasn’t been able to make any progress on understanding what she meant by “reserved tastes”. Not even Faust seemed to sympathize with him at this point.

Honest. is all she supplies.

He tries asking questions. Simple stuff, about her favorite things and such; it barely helps him make any headway with his investigation. He tries calling her different names, dear, sweetheart, darling. She isn’t against any of it, but she isn’t impressed, and she still refuses to call him by name.

He tries asking more bold questions, “What kind of gestures do you like?” She seems to be unmoved by that, so he tries a new approach. Less talking, more action.

It’s not uncommon that they hold hands, in the market, in bed in the morning, anywhere else. He still has a hard time forgiving himself for what happened, and at night the thoughts keep him up, his sleep schedule isn’t exactly concrete. Point is, it helped him those first few months to be able to hold onto her, and for her to hold back. She never blamed him for what happened, but no matter how much time he spends fixing what his negligence caused, there will always be a part of him that hates himself, that knows what happened is unforgivable.

He wants it to mean something else, he wants to hold her hand because he can, because they want to and for no other reason. Lately its been harder for him to hide that.

The eyes that follow her through the market can’t go without seeing him too, anymore. He wants to hold her hand, he wants people to know that even if she doesn’t have a someone, they’re in this together. It’s them against the world, at least for now.

This, is satisfying in more than one way. She seems to like it, and the aura of them together is radiant. He wants her, entirely. If people assume that they’re more than housemates, even while she wants to call him by that stupid title, so be it.

He catches her eyes, sometimes wondering if she is really okay with his… behavior. She only smiles.

She goes to the Rowdy Raven ever so often, with Ilya and Pasha. Normally he lets her go and enjoy the time away from him, he loves how independent she has always been, before and after everything that’s happened. He does hate how quiet the shop is while she’s gone, and he wonders how she manages while he’s on a trip.

She always comes home a little giggly, Ilya hanging off both her and Pasha, and honestly it’s funny how the girls always manage to drink him under the table. He says he isn’t a light weight, but, “Goodnight little snake, be good to Robyn, she is much more sensitive than she lets off.”

Asra leans against the door frame, waiting for them to situate themselves and say their goodbyes. “I don’t think she’s the one we need to worry about.” Asra comments, watching Julian spin around in the street.

It’s routine, and he actually doesn’t realize it until she doesn’t come home one night. He falls asleep in the living room waiting for the sound of them to come barreling down the street, and when the sunlight hits his face the next morning, he stands up in a panic. It’s obvious the house is empty, but he forces himself to calm down. She’s probably at Julians. He wishes the thought made him feel the slightest bit better.

He only has to wait minutes before the sound of voices outside startle him. Hes rushing to the front of the shop, and sees the door swing open a second later. Robyn and Julian stand outside, their faces tired. Asra sighs, his death grip on the door frame loosening a small bit.

“Farewell darling, until next week.” Julian says, wrapping Robyn in a hug that lifts her from the ground. Her face is flushed when she’s let down, and somewhat queasy looking, “I’m not sure I ever want to so much as look at that place again.”

Asra feels out of place, this is strange, like an intruder. Swallowing, he darts his eyes to the side for a second. When he looks back, Robyn is looking at him and Ilya seems content staring at her.

He waits for her to move, until it’s obvious she’s fine with standing around all day. He moves forward, reaching for Robyns hands, “I wouldn’t blame you, you look absolutely exhausted sweetheart.” He punctuates it by throwing a look Julian’s way, wishing he understood the need to indulge in so much drinking.

“Julian must’ve been practicing, I’d say. We drank the same amount, and somehow we both got drunk.” Her forehead lands on his shoulder with a groan. He notes that her speech is still slightly slurred.

Julian has the decency to look somewhat bashful, rocking back on his heels. “Sorry darling, I felt foolish being the only one stumbling home.” Darling, he says it a lot.

Asra smiles as convincingly as he can, hugging her to his chest and closing the rest of the space between them. He should thank him for taking care of her.

“I’ll give her a tea that should help.” Or not.

Julian nods, “Ahh, guess I should head back home then.”

Robyns weak “Bye.” is muffled by the skin of Asras chest, and it’s then that he remembers how little he’s wearing. They move inside a second later, and she collapses on the couch without another sound. He stands at one end, trying to move her into a more comfortable position.

“Guess his place is closer than ours.” He comments, half-expecting her to already be asleep.

She responds quietly, “Yeah, he thought that one out.”

He hums, thinking a million things, not understanding half of them. She peaks an eye open after a couple minutes, she sees he hasn’t moved. “What’re you gonna do, jus’ stand around and watch me sleep all day?”

Asra shrugs, sitting down, “Maybe I’ll sit around and watch you instead.”

She grins, her eye shutting again. “You look good today. Better than me.”

He looks down at himself, scoffing, “You underestimate yourself.”

“Nah.” She says, shifting until her back is pressed against the back of the couch. “Lay with me.” Her arms are spread apart, and he wants to.

“Okay.”

He fits himself against her, and even the smell of alcohol doesn’t seem to bother him. They spend the morning there, the shop opens a bit later than usual.

The next time she goes out with them, he can’t keep himself from lingering around the door before she goes. She keeps giving him lingering looks, he thinks, and it’s hard not to fall to the floor and beg her to stay. He knows it’s irrational, and unfair, but he’s sees the way Julian looks at her, he knows that she probably feels something for him too. It’s very depressing if he’s being honest.

He leaves his head resting on the top of hers for a few seconds more tonight, the hug a little tighter, she lets him.

“Ah- Master… why don’t you um, come with me tonight. I know it isn’t really your type of enjoyment but, you might actually like it.”

He deflates, rolling his eyes to the heavens with an expression that must scream of his petulance.

“I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun dear. Maybe next time-”

He cuts himself short upon actually seeing her expression, she looks somber. The grip on his sleeves feels tighter than usual. That’s all it takes.

“But, why not. I haven't been out in a while.” Faust perkes up from under his scarf, Out?

She beams.

He doesn’t regret coming, but he regrets learning what it is the three get up to when they’re out. More specifically, two of them. Julian is having the time of his life, downing mug after mug, making comments and never moving far. Him and Asra certainly put aside their differences in the past; he contemplates if it is worth making new ones.

He shakes his head, looking back down at the bar. He’s getting ahead of himself.

Robyn jumps from her seat, grabbing Asra by the arm on her way down, “We should dance. Show me some fancy footwork from a far away land.”

Asra wants to laugh, she seemed to have a grace that even the most talented dancers he has encountered didn't always possess. “Maybe not so fancy.” But he stands, following her to a space near where other people were-- not exactly dancing, a bit too sloppy and uncoordinated to be called that-- and let her lead them.

It was fun, and he definitely doesn’t let himself gloat at being the only one to dance with her.

He totals out with a single drink, and she seems to settle around four. Pasha and Ilya tease each other about their own drinking totals, as usual.

Robyn is extra bubbly tonight, even if she’s far from the most she’s ever drank. Asra is happy being there to hold onto her. He is happy to walk home with them, he’s happy when they walk the rest of the way home alone. He’s nervous when Robyn begins to slow.

“Are you feeling alright, feeling sick?” Robyn scrunches her face up, shaking her head furiously.

“I want to tell you something.”

Asra nods, holding onto her hand.

“I would like you to ask.” She says, and Asra purses his lips, his confusion growing. Maybe she was more drunk than he realized.

“Ask for what you want from me, master, and tell me what it is you want.”

His head snaps up quickly, Robyn stares at him, her eyes filled with the same exact emotion he’s seen so many times before. Expectation.

“Are- are you talking about my request for you to, uh, call me by name?”

“Yes. That and the fact that you love me.”

Asra chokes on the air in his throat, glancing around to see if anyone was around to hear that. “We can talk about this tomorrow. I think, that, yes, tomorrow.” He attempts to drag her along.

Robyn looks entirely unimpressed, her feet stay planted on the spot.

“Master. I’m tired of calling you that, and I know you are too. I thought you’d figure it out on your own, but even I’m not this patient. Tell me what you want from me, and tell me why.”

She steps forward, pushing on his chest until they’re cornered against the bricking of a wall. Asra is sure his face is cherry red. “It isn’t so hard. Or maybe I’m wrong, tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll find someone else.” She says this with an impassive face, tilting her head this way and that, scanning over the unbuttoned area of his chest. “Would you like me to leave?”

Asra shakes his head, stopping her wandering hands with his own. “You know that I love you, but… it’s not so simple dear, you know that there are some things-- I don’t want you to find someone else.”

Robyn sighs, “You don’t want me, yet you don’t want me with anyone else. I see.” Her eyes seem watery.

Asra hates himself more than ever. “I can’t.” He whispers into the night, “I hurt you before, you know this. Please don’t cry, please Robyn.”

It’s too late, hot tears are rolling out of her eyes, and yet she has a bitter smile on her face, “You don’t- you no longer view me the same way, then. Tell me, why can’t I have you Asra.”

He cringes at the sound of his name, something he’s wanted for so long, it sounds wrong in these circumstances.

“I want you more than anyone ever will, I’ve loved you- since I first laid eyes on you. I’m so sorry I’ve made you doubt that. You’re an angel, but it’s difficult for me to forgive my-”

Robyn’s lips catch him off guard for a second. They’re soft and unyielding against his own and he can’t stop the way he responds immediately, the way he groans because the memory of this, the way he’d dreamt of her for every second she was gone, it means nothing to the real thing. He can't stop himself, he doesn’t want to pull away.

“You can break my heart if you’d like. Please Asra, please just don’t push me away.”

Asra feels how quickly his body temperature rises at hearing her say his name again. “I want to be what you want.” she says.

“You are.” He responds, grabbing at the fabric of her shirt, reaches her skin. she arches under his fingertips.

“But I won’t allow myself to hurt you again.”

“Then don’t.”

They don’t stop kissing. His hands fit so well against the swell of her cheeks, sliding down to her neck, into her hair. He isn’t ashamed when she bites down on his neck and the way he feels so turned on.

He wants to ask for it all. He will.

“Robyn. Slow down.”

She giggles into the skin of his neck, licking a stripe up to his jaw. “You should know me better than that by now, Asra.”

He gasps, reaching for the sheets underneath them.

“I haven’t said it. But you know that I love you Asra, I always have.”

He nods, rocking into the leg that was pressed against his groin. “I missed you, so much.”

She shushes him, “Me too.”

He opens his eyes for a second, trying to ground himself. It’s been a long while since anything like this has happened between them, he feels like it’s the first time.

It’s easy to forget how much things when you shut your eyes. “We are so talking about this tomorrow, more, just- just so that you know.”

Robyns head pops up into his line of sight, away from its trail down his torso. “If you say so love.”

Yeah, that was a name he could get behind. For now he was going to enjoy what he had right in front of him, what he wouldn't give up for anything. She owns his heart, literally.

They’d figure things out, they always did.

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I posted this to my ao3 some time ago, and thought i’d post it here too. Ty if you read this far <3

#the arcana #the arcane game #the arcane mc #asra #asra alnazar #julian devorak #oc #fic #mine #the arcana fic #asra/apprentice #my writing #arcana

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Art Fiiiiiight! We're nearing closer to the end and I'm slowly but surley catching up on all my Revenges!Love getting to try new techniques and brushes for all these lovely characters!

#art fight 2022 #art fight attack #team wither #I'm fighting for my life

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STATUS: Closed

FACE-CLAIM: Samantha Logan

Allison Taylor is the daughter of Bevin and Antoine Taylor and the little half sister of Nathan Smith. She is 17 years old and a junior at TH High. She’s a member of ASB, a member of Choir as well as a member of the drama club, though she’s pretty much checked out of life since her accident. You can catch her watching dance, and cheer practices scowling from the bleachers.

@a.tay: darkness has a way of allowing even the strongest minds to succumb to its wicked lies. #rip sweet angel you surley walk among the gods now.

Allison Taylor was supposed to have it all. She was often said to have a light about her with a contagious laugh. She was always positive and goal-oriented that her parents often said she would change the world someday. Though her parents never put pressure on her to be the best she always strived for perfection feeling as though she had something to prove. When was just five years old she discovered her love of gymnastics when she was enrolled in tumbling classes. Her passion for the sport only skyrocketed from there and it wasn't long before she had her eyes on Olympic gold. She spent most of her time training to accomplish her goal and damn well could have had things not taken a devastating turn. Its often said that one moment could change everything and in a split second that’s what happened to Alison, in a split second her world crumbled. It was winter, the roads were ice and she wasn’t distracted but that didn’t stop it from happening. During her sophmore year of high school, she was in a serious car accident, hit by a drunk driver sending her car spinning off the road. On impact, she injured her spine and collar bone, and with her injuries, she was told she would never tumble again. Since the tragic event, Allie has found herself spiraling out of control. Losing tumbling felt as though she was losing her life. She felt empty without purpose and because of that, she shut down. It was as if she was a completely different person numb inside acting out on the outside. She was doing things she had never done before, drinking too much, staying out too late, her grades had even started to suffer and so has her relationship with friends and family. Most recently she broke up with her long time boyfriend Jude Baker whom she pushed away assuming he would no longer want her, assuming no one would want someone so broken.

Allison is spiraling out of control but she's hiding it well. If she isn't spending her time high on pills she's intoxicated in other ways or blowing every last dime of her college fund. She knows she needs help but refuses to admit it out loud.

Since her accident she has started to push even her closest friends away, she feels like she is no longer the person she was before and because of that she has decided to isolate herself.

Despite her parents being amazing, she can’t help but feel like she let her father down with this accident, and that she doesn’t have a shot at the gold anymore.

Allison is the ex girlfriend to Jude Baker, she was the one to break up with him shortly after her incident, she no longer believes she deserves any good in her life.

what no one can know: Allison Taylor has always had a skill for gymnastics, having her eye on the Olympic gold she’s gone through some serious training most of her life, while on whatever crazy fad diet her mom would convince her would keep the weight off. Of course to anyone else, she looked healthy, almost too thin maybe. In her sophmore year she got into a serious accident at a competition actually forcing her to take a small break. She was forced into Physical Therapy and prescribed medication to help her with the pain, it’s been almost a year now, and she’s found herself a ghost of who she once was. The shell of the woman she wanted to be. While she hasn’t so much as looked at bars the same, or step foot on a gym floor she’s developed a taste for those pain pills and only has a few months of prescriptions left. Her addiction to those pain pills have slowly become a problem as she fears she cant function without them.

#female #closed #junior

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timclymer · 5 years ago

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Suicide in the Church, Part 3

Suicide strikes … AGAIN!

This may wind up being the most important article some have ever read. I hope it will not only help a few readers, but that it will open the eyes of others, helping them understand, motivating them to help. I trust there will be those who will actually clip it, mailing it to someone for what they are worried about, or posting it in the breakroom.

I’ve written quite a bit about suicide over the past few weeks and have received some remarkable feedback. I wrote on the subject because there have been so many suitors lately and folks wanted answers. If you’ve read any of the previous articles, you’ve seen some frightening statistics. This subject remains heavy on my heart and continues to be a concern to many. For me, it started when a man with what a dear friend had been interacting was found in his jail cell with a cable TV wire around his neck. Then, another friend who led a Bible study took his own life. Within days, this was followed by the suicide of another man who, along with his spouse, had prayed with and preceded the previous friend’s wife.

Saturday, I officiated a wedding 2 hours away. Incredibly, on Sunday, the father of the bride took his own life.

My mind is reeling as I write.

Suicide has a frightening air of finality. Filled with hopelessness, despair, and tragedy, it’s a word we like to keep at arms’ length. As a whole, society tends to look down its nose at anyone who would commit this gruesome act. We call them selfish, cowardly … I must admit, after seeing that beautiful young bride and her dashing husband on Saturday, preparing to begin their lives together, if her father were standing alive before me now, I’ve got a hard time refraining from beating the thunder out of him. How could he do that to his precious daughter?

But I recall the day, about 15 years ago, that suicide entered my thoughts in a different way. I had just lost my job with a Dallas ad agency and my wife had left me, taking our kids with her. For the first time in my life, I was all alone on a Thanksgiving, too broke to join any family gatherings taking place across the country. Our church friends had quickly chosen sides and had shunned yours truly. It was Thanksgiving Eve, sleeting and raining, about 16 below zero with the wind chill. I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor of a mobile home, my entire world seemingly in shambles all around me. I remember waking up to the whirring sound of ball bearings rolling around in the furnace which was now spewing forth cold air. I was dizzy, disoriented, freezing to death in my sleep, I believe. Taking my own life with the razor sharp meat clever in the kitchen was the most natural thought in the world to me. I formulated a plan to slit my wrists, crawl back onto my mattress, and let them find me in the spring. Truly, I was experiencing the darkest hour of my soul.

But God stepped in. The atmosphere became charged as it does when a frisky puppy runs into a room or a bunch of children run through an open screen door to get a drink from the kitchen sink on a hot summer day. “Joy will come in the morning” suddenly echoed through my mind. I bundled up and made it through the night, only to be awakened next day by a startingling crash as a sheet of ice melted and slid off the metal roof onto the frozen ground. I looked outside and the sun was glazing off the melting ice everywhere.

Life got gradually better. Incredibly better. Today, I would not trade mine for all the world.

Truth is, I discovered another option to suicide. I found it in the Bible, God’s love letter to mankind. You know … that perennially best-selling book most Christians rarely read? The good news about the current state of depression some may be feeling at this moment, is that God really DOES have a plan for your life – a plan that can only be fulfilled when we give everything over to Him. Listen, there IS a purpose for your life; a reason for your existence. Your current, dismal, emotional and spiritual state may be the very springboard you need for discovering just how valuable you are to Him, how your life can be transformed, and how others can be rescued by YOU. Tough times do NOT last. Tough people DO!

Perhaps you’ve asked yourself, “How did I get to this point?” The answer? Gradually, just as drops of water will slowly but surley fill a bucket. Everyone goes through periods in their lives when they feel down. In time, sadness leaves and life goes on. There are instances, however, when tough times, a strained relationship or some other problem, leads to unhappiness that keeps us in bondage. When that happens, life can become a daily struggle with uneasiness, gloom, and emptiness. Ultimately, hopelessness can take hold, creating a feeling of dissatisfaction with everything.

Depression is often associated with a sense of loss that can come with illness, the death of a loved one, sudden unemployment, divorce, and so on. A chronic illness, or permanent disability, can rob one’s independence, making them feel worthless, helpless, and angry. Losing someone you care about, through death or divorce, can leave a tremendous void.

Guilt is another trigger for depression. Perhaps you’re struggling with substance abuse or another addiction or have made some really bad choices that you’re ashamed of that are about to be disclosed. A childhood trauma may have left you feeling damaged and unworthy of God’s love and acceptance. Maybe you feel like a failure because you have not achieved all that you wanted in life.

Whatever the cause, depression often leads to a sense of hopelessness. You may feel as though you’re at the end of your rope. You may think that ending your life is the only way to take control.

Trust me, it’s not.

What’s next? The answer is simple. REALLY simple. You can go on with life as usual, knowing where that may lead, or you can get a life. I’m talkin ‘REAL life. For some, the fact that you’re still reading this shows that you desire another option. So, here’s my answer. Ready? It’s my experience that there is only one real source of hope for a life of purpose, fulfillment, and joy.

That source has a name … it’s Jesus Christ.

It is my firm contention that Jesus is the answer to every problem known to mankind. To those who are still with me, that’s either absolute truth or it’s a lie. He said about His followers, “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full” (John 10:10). If that statement is true, logic screams for us to quickly become his followers. We must address the question, “If I’m not living real life, what is THIS?” Through a REAL, experiential relationship with Jesus Christ, overflowing love, forgiveness, peace, and joy can be ours. Interested? That’s a promise from God found in the Bible.

And God does not lie.

Sadly, far too often, even Christians settle for Religion and Church attendance over a relationship with the Creator through Christ’s teachings found in Scripture.

The How-to’s of Overcoming

I failed to mention that all the recent local suicides have been committed by professing Christians. Did Jesus promise his followers a problem-free life on Earth? No. He actually said, “In this life, you will have many troubles ….” He DID promise the power to face life’s trials with confidence, knowing that He will cause ALL things to work for our good.

By the way, the Greek word for “all” means ALL!

He promised either to deliver us from afflictions, or provide the strength to end them, according to His plan for us. Here’s the catch: to set that plan in motion requires giving our lives to Him.

As Bob Dylan sang, “We’re gonna serve somebody.” Even the atheist serves himself, enthroning himself as “lord” of his own life. By placing Jesus Christ on the throne of our lives, spiritually, we become what the Bible calls “born again” and we’re completely transformed as we renew our minds. According to the Scriptures, that same Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead dwells within us, His followers. Again, this has been my expereince and, I contend, the very answer that someone somewhere is needing. Your reading of this now is no accident.

Dust off that old Bible and look up the following verses: John 1:12; II Corinthians 5: 17; I Corinthians 2:12; I John 5: 11-13.

Jesus said, “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him and he with me” (Revelation 3:20). He’s knocking right now. Open the door.

Three Keys to Vicorious Living

1) Talk to God. We call it “prayer” but it’s purely conversation with God. TWO-WAY conversation at that. So, be quiet and listen sometimes.

2) Begin reading the Bible. Get to know the Personality of the one who made came up with all those Precepts for living life with Power. You’ll find He’s the kindest person you’ll ever meet. Talk with Him as if He were your best friend. He IS!

3) Make yourself accountable to those who are living the Christian life successfully. Like all babies, even baby Chrsitians should aspire to GROW to maturity. In a nutshell, we become that with which we surround ourselves. Surround yourself with godly people and godly input.

What if You’re Already a Christian?

First, ask yourself if you really ARE a Christian. The word 'Christian’ translates as “Little Christs.” Galatians 5:22 tells us what the fruits of the Spirit are, the evidence that God’s Spirit resides in us. Too many people believe themselves to be Christians simply because they believe in God. Scripture declares that “even the devil believes, and he trembles.” Truth is, without we spend time with Him, how can we know Him at all? What relationship works like that? Logically speaking, Church attendance does not make one a Christian any more than going to McDonald’s make one a cheeseburger. Beside, Church is something we ARE 24/7 (meaning: “the called out ones”); it’s not merely someplace we GO.

To those who DO have a relationship with God, the enemy of our souls can cause any of us to feel depressed and have suicidal thoughts in a moment of weakness. So might a chemical imbalance. It can happen for all of the same reasons mentioned above. The trials of life touch everyone, including Believers in Jesus.

If the situation you are in is something you can not change, know that God’s the Inventor of Divine Intervention. As hard as it may be to do, continue praying for His help and covet the prayers of other victorious Christians. Do not stop. He does hear our prayers, but his perfect plan and ours are not always the same. Trust Him to respond in a way that will be to your best interest. That includes the possibility that He will give you strength and peace to end your trial rather than deliver you from it. He’s so much more concerned about our character than our comfort. His number one goal is to conform us to the image of Christ who, Scriptures tells us, was Himself sent by the Holy Spirit into the wilderness to be temped by the devil (Jesus is truly our example in EVERY way). Some of God’s greatest answers to prayer come in the form of peace and joy in the mid of great hardship. You can believe that He will see you through every storm in your life.

Along those lines, take a look at these verses: Psalm 23; Psalm 28: 7; Isaiah 43: 2; Romans 8:28; Philippians 4:13.

We are spirit-beings having an earthly experience. As such, you must ask God to fill you with His Spirit to help you tackle life by His power. Scripture declares, “You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you.” The Bible is full of God’s promises to love, strengthen, heal, and guide.

The Purpose-Driven Life is a Top-Selling book these days. Begin reading God’s Word in a Purpose-Driven manner: to discover new insights about His love for you. Ask the Holy Spirit to guide your journey and to reveal truths you’ve never seen before. He’s the consensus teacher, after all. Accept the fact of God’s love for you by faith, NOT by feelings.

Look at these verses and receive them from God directly to you: John 3:16; Romans 5: 8; Isaiah 40:31; Isaiah 41:10; Lamentations 3: 22-23.

Today’s culture detests any mention of this word, but here goes: SIN. If you want to walk in victory, acknowledge any sin that might be interfering in your relationship with God. Ask Him to search your heart and pinpoint any problems. Then, confess and repent of your disobedience and receive his forgiveness. Confess means “to agree” and repent means “to change your mind.”

Here are some verses for dealing with sin: I John 1: 9; Psalm 139: 23-24; Galatians 5: 16-25.

Help Yourself to some help!

As part of the Body of Christ, you may wish to consult help from other Body Parts. Professional help in the form of a qualified Christian counselor has proved to be one of the best ways to fight depression and thoughts of suicide. Look in the phone book and make some calls. Ask for references. A good pastoral counselor can help you get a new perspective on your problems. Get a medical check-up. Sometimes depression is caused by a chemical imbalance or other biological factor.

Seek out a support group made of like-minded believers that can minister to the area of difficulty in your life. Interacting with others who are facing similar challenges will help you feel less isolated.

Force yourself to do something the next time you feel down. Inactivity only makes depression worse. Here are some things to try:

Talk it out. Call a friend and open up.

Take a hike. Exercise causes blood and oxygen to circulate faster, which invigorates us. The brain produces endorphins that fight depression.

Help someone else. As you focus your attention on someone else, your own cares will become less burdensome. I often refer people to watch “Patch Adams” with Robin Williams, then report to me on their findings. Do not judge me on that; lives have been saved. God can use anything.

Listen to uplifting music. Choose your favorite songs and start jammin ’!

Here’s the good news: Whatever you’re struggling with at the moment, this too will pass. Whatever it is you’re going through, you’ll go through it. Though things may actually get worse before they get better, they will get better as you place them in God’s hands. Yes, we reap as we sow and there may be some really tough consequences coming to deal with. But whatever you do, deal with it!

Remember, “All things work together for good for those who love God and have been called according to His purpose.” Translation? God takes care of the lives of those who turn their lives over to Him.

Resist any thoughts you may be having about “ending it all.” God has the uncanny ability of taking that which seems really bad and making things turn out really good.

If you’d like to subscribe and receive more of pastor Michael’s articles by eMail, simply write [email protected] and type SUBSCRIBE in the SUBJECT bar. Or, keep returning to these EzineArticles.com.

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homesolutionsforev · 5 years ago

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Suicide in the Church, Part 3

Suicide strikes … AGAIN!

I've written quite a bit about suicide over the past few weeks and have received some remarkable feedback. I wrote on the subject because there have been so many suitors lately and folks wanted answers. If you've read any of the previous articles, you've seen some frightening statistics. This subject remains heavy on my heart and continues to be a concern to many. For me, it started when a man with what a dear friend had been interacting was found in his jail cell with a cable TV wire around his neck. Then, another friend who led a Bible study took his own life. Within days, this was followed by the suicide of another man who, along with his spouse, had prayed with and preceded the previous friend's wife.

Saturday, I officiated a wedding 2 hours away. Incredibly, on Sunday, the father of the bride took his own life.

My mind is reeling as I write.

Suicide has a frightening air of finality. Filled with hopelessness, despair, and tragedy, it's a word we like to keep at arms' length. As a whole, society tends to look down its nose at anyone who would commit this gruesome act. We call them selfish, cowardly … I must admit, after seeing that beautiful young bride and her dashing husband on Saturday, preparing to begin their lives together, if her father were standing alive before me now, I've got a hard time refraining from beating the thunder out of him. How could he do that to his precious daughter?

But God stepped in. The atmosphere became charged as it does when a frisky puppy runs into a room or a bunch of children run through an open screen door to get a drink from the kitchen sink on a hot summer day. "Joy will come in the morning" suddenly echoed through my mind. I bundled up and made it through the night, only to be awakened next day by a startingling crash as a sheet of ice melted and slid off the metal roof onto the frozen ground. I looked outside and the sun was glazing off the melting ice everywhere.

Life got gradually better. Incredibly better. Today, I would not trade mine for all the world.

Truth is, I discovered another option to suicide. I found it in the Bible, God's love letter to mankind. You know … that perennially best-selling book most Christians rarely read? The good news about the current state of depression some may be feeling at this moment, is that God really DOES have a plan for your life – a plan that can only be fulfilled when we give everything over to Him. Listen, there IS a purpose for your life; a reason for your existence. Your current, dismal, emotional and spiritual state may be the very springboard you need for discovering just how valuable you are to Him, how your life can be transformed, and how others can be rescued by YOU. Tough times do NOT last. Tough people DO!

Perhaps you've asked yourself, "How did I get to this point?" The answer? Gradually, just as drops of water will slowly but surley fill a bucket. Everyone goes through periods in their lives when they feel down. In time, sadness leaves and life goes on. There are instances, however, when tough times, a strained relationship or some other problem, leads to unhappiness that keeps us in bondage. When that happens, life can become a daily struggle with uneasiness, gloom, and emptiness. Ultimately, hopelessness can take hold, creating a feeling of dissatisfaction with everything.

Depression is often associated with a sense of loss that can come with illness, the death of a loved one, sudden unemployment, divorce, and so on. A chronic illness, or permanent disability, can rob one's independence, making them feel worthless, helpless, and angry. Losing someone you care about, through death or divorce, can leave a tremendous void.

Guilt is another trigger for depression. Perhaps you're struggling with substance abuse or another addiction or have made some really bad choices that you're ashamed of that are about to be disclosed. A childhood trauma may have left you feeling damaged and unworthy of God's love and acceptance. Maybe you feel like a failure because you have not achieved all that you wanted in life.

Whatever the cause, depression often leads to a sense of hopelessness. You may feel as though you're at the end of your rope. You may think that ending your life is the only way to take control.

Trust me, it's not.

What's next? The answer is simple. REALLY simple. You can go on with life as usual, knowing where that may lead, or you can get a life. I'm talkin 'REAL life. For some, the fact that you're still reading this shows that you desire another option. So, here's my answer. Ready? It's my experience that there is only one real source of hope for a life of purpose, fulfillment, and joy.

That source has a name … it's Jesus Christ.

It is my firm contention that Jesus is the answer to every problem known to mankind. To those who are still with me, that's either absolute truth or it's a lie. He said about His followers, "I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full" (John 10:10). If that statement is true, logic screams for us to quickly become his followers. We must address the question, "If I'm not living real life, what is THIS?" Through a REAL, experiential relationship with Jesus Christ, overflowing love, forgiveness, peace, and joy can be ours. Interested? That's a promise from God found in the Bible.

And God does not lie.

Sadly, far too often, even Christians settle for Religion and Church attendance over a relationship with the Creator through Christ's teachings found in Scripture.

The How-to's of Overcoming

I failed to mention that all the recent local suicides have been committed by professing Christians. Did Jesus promise his followers a problem-free life on Earth? No. He actually said, "In this life, you will have many troubles …." He DID promise the power to face life's trials with confidence, knowing that He will cause ALL things to work for our good.

By the way, the Greek word for "all" means ALL!

He promised either to deliver us from afflictions, or provide the strength to end them, according to His plan for us. Here's the catch: to set that plan in motion requires giving our lives to Him.

As Bob Dylan sang, "We're gonna serve somebody." Even the atheist serves himself, enthroning himself as "lord" of his own life. By placing Jesus Christ on the throne of our lives, spiritually, we become what the Bible calls "born again" and we're completely transformed as we renew our minds. According to the Scriptures, that same Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead dwells within us, His followers. Again, this has been my expereince and, I contend, the very answer that someone somewhere is needing. Your reading of this now is no accident.

Dust off that old Bible and look up the following verses: John 1:12; II Corinthians 5: 17; I Corinthians 2:12; I John 5: 11-13.

Jesus said, "Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him and he with me" (Revelation 3:20). He's knocking right now. Open the door.

Three Keys to Vicorious Living

1) Talk to God. We call it "prayer" but it's purely conversation with God. TWO-WAY conversation at that. So, be quiet and listen sometimes.

2) Begin reading the Bible. Get to know the Personality of the one who made came up with all those Precepts for living life with Power. You'll find He's the kindest person you'll ever meet. Talk with Him as if He were your best friend. He IS!

What if You're Already a Christian?

First, ask yourself if you really ARE a Christian. The word 'Christian' translates as "Little Christs." Galatians 5:22 tells us what the fruits of the Spirit are, the evidence that God's Spirit resides in us. Too many people believe themselves to be Christians simply because they believe in God. Scripture declares that "even the devil believes, and he trembles." Truth is, without we spend time with Him, how can we know Him at all? What relationship works like that? Logically speaking, Church attendance does not make one a Christian any more than going to McDonald's make one a cheeseburger. Beside, Church is something we ARE 24/7 (meaning: "the called out ones"); it's not merely someplace we GO.

If the situation you are in is something you can not change, know that God's the Inventor of Divine Intervention. As hard as it may be to do, continue praying for His help and covet the prayers of other victorious Christians. Do not stop. He does hear our prayers, but his perfect plan and ours are not always the same. Trust Him to respond in a way that will be to your best interest. That includes the possibility that He will give you strength and peace to end your trial rather than deliver you from it. He's so much more concerned about our character than our comfort. His number one goal is to conform us to the image of Christ who, Scriptures tells us, was Himself sent by the Holy Spirit into the wilderness to be temped by the devil (Jesus is truly our example in EVERY way). Some of God's greatest answers to prayer come in the form of peace and joy in the mid of great hardship. You can believe that He will see you through every storm in your life.

Along those lines, take a look at these verses: Psalm 23; Psalm 28: 7; Isaiah 43: 2; Romans 8:28; Philippians 4:13.

We are spirit-beings having an earthly experience. As such, you must ask God to fill you with His Spirit to help you tackle life by His power. Scripture declares, "You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you." The Bible is full of God's promises to love, strengthen, heal, and guide.

The Purpose-Driven Life is a Top-Selling book these days. Begin reading God's Word in a Purpose-Driven manner: to discover new insights about His love for you. Ask the Holy Spirit to guide your journey and to reveal truths you've never seen before. He's the consensus teacher, after all. Accept the fact of God's love for you by faith, NOT by feelings.

Look at these verses and receive them from God directly to you: John 3:16; Romans 5: 8; Isaiah 40:31; Isaiah 41:10; Lamentations 3: 22-23.

Today's culture detests any mention of this word, but here goes: SIN. If you want to walk in victory, acknowledge any sin that might be interfering in your relationship with God. Ask Him to search your heart and pinpoint any problems. Then, confess and repent of your disobedience and receive his forgiveness. Confess means "to agree" and repent means "to change your mind."

Here are some verses for dealing with sin: I John 1: 9; Psalm 139: 23-24; Galatians 5: 16-25.

Help Yourself to some help!

Force yourself to do something the next time you feel down. Inactivity only makes depression worse. Here are some things to try:

Talk it out. Call a friend and open up.

Take a hike. Exercise causes blood and oxygen to circulate faster, which invigorates us. The brain produces endorphins that fight depression.

Help someone else. As you focus your attention on someone else, your own cares will become less burdensome. I often refer people to watch "Patch Adams" with Robin Williams, then report to me on their findings. Do not judge me on that; lives have been saved. God can use anything.

Listen to uplifting music. Choose your favorite songs and start jammin '!

Here's the good news: Whatever you're struggling with at the moment, this too will pass. Whatever it is you're going through, you'll go through it. Though things may actually get worse before they get better, they will get better as you place them in God's hands. Yes, we reap as we sow and there may be some really tough consequences coming to deal with. But whatever you do, deal with it!

Remember, "All things work together for good for those who love God and have been called according to His purpose." Translation? God takes care of the lives of those who turn their lives over to Him.

Resist any thoughts you may be having about "ending it all." God has the uncanny ability of taking that which seems really bad and making things turn out really good.

If you'd like to subscribe and receive more of pastor Michael's articles by eMail, simply write [email protected] and type SUBSCRIBE in the SUBJECT bar. Or, keep returning to these EzineArticles.com.

Source by Michael Tummillo

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timclymer · 5 years ago

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Suicide in the Church, Part 3

Suicide strikes … AGAIN!

Saturday, I officiated a wedding 2 hours away. Incredibly, on Sunday, the father of the bride took his own life.

My mind is reeling as I write.

Life got gradually better. Incredibly better. Today, I would not trade mine for all the world.

Whatever the cause, depression often leads to a sense of hopelessness. You may feel as though you’re at the end of your rope. You may think that ending your life is the only way to take control.

Trust me, it’s not.

That source has a name … it’s Jesus Christ.

And God does not lie.

Sadly, far too often, even Christians settle for Religion and Church attendance over a relationship with the Creator through Christ’s teachings found in Scripture.

The How-to’s of Overcoming

By the way, the Greek word for “all” means ALL!

He promised either to deliver us from afflictions, or provide the strength to end them, according to His plan for us. Here’s the catch: to set that plan in motion requires giving our lives to Him.

Dust off that old Bible and look up the following verses: John 1:12; II Corinthians 5: 17; I Corinthians 2:12; I John 5: 11-13.

Three Keys to Vicorious Living

1) Talk to God. We call it “prayer” but it’s purely conversation with God. TWO-WAY conversation at that. So, be quiet and listen sometimes.

What if You’re Already a Christian?

Along those lines, take a look at these verses: Psalm 23; Psalm 28: 7; Isaiah 43: 2; Romans 8:28; Philippians 4:13.

Look at these verses and receive them from God directly to you: John 3:16; Romans 5: 8; Isaiah 40:31; Isaiah 41:10; Lamentations 3: 22-23.

Here are some verses for dealing with sin: I John 1: 9; Psalm 139: 23-24; Galatians 5: 16-25.

Help Yourself to some help!

Force yourself to do something the next time you feel down. Inactivity only makes depression worse. Here are some things to try:

Talk it out. Call a friend and open up.

Take a hike. Exercise causes blood and oxygen to circulate faster, which invigorates us. The brain produces endorphins that fight depression.

Listen to uplifting music. Choose your favorite songs and start jammin ’!

Resist any thoughts you may be having about “ending it all.” God has the uncanny ability of taking that which seems really bad and making things turn out really good.

Source by Michael Tummillo

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Suicide in the Church, Part 3

Suicide strikes … AGAIN!

Saturday, I officiated a wedding 2 hours away. Incredibly, on Sunday, the father of the bride took his own life.

My mind is reeling as I write.

But God stepped in. The atmosphere became charged as it does when a frisky puppy runs into a room or a bunch of children run through an open screen door to get a drink from the kitchen sink on a hot summer day. "Joy will come in the morning" suddenly echoed through my mind. I bundled up and made it through the night, only to be awakened next day by a startingling crash as a sheet of ice melted and slid off the metal roof onto the frozen ground. I looked outside and the sun was glazing off the melting ice everywhere.

Life got gradually better. Incredibly better. Today, I would not trade mine for all the world.

Depression is often associated with a sense of loss that can come with illness, the death of a loved one, sudden unemployment, divorce, and so on. A chronic illness, or permanent disability, can rob one's independence, making them feel worthless, helpless, and angry. Losing someone you care about, through death or divorce, can leave a tremendous void.

Whatever the cause, depression often leads to a sense of hopelessness. You may feel as though you're at the end of your rope. You may think that ending your life is the only way to take control.

Trust me, it's not.

That source has a name … it's Jesus Christ.

And God does not lie.

Sadly, far too often, even Christians settle for Religion and Church attendance over a relationship with the Creator through Christ's teachings found in Scripture.

The How-to's of Overcoming

I failed to mention that all the recent local suicides have been committed by professing Christians. Did Jesus promise his followers a problem-free life on Earth? No. He actually said, "In this life, you will have many troubles …." He DID promise the power to face life's trials with confidence, knowing that He will cause ALL things to work for our good.

By the way, the Greek word for "all" means ALL!

He promised either to deliver us from afflictions, or provide the strength to end them, according to His plan for us. Here's the catch: to set that plan in motion requires giving our lives to Him.

Dust off that old Bible and look up the following verses: John 1:12; II Corinthians 5: 17; I Corinthians 2:12; I John 5: 11-13.

Three Keys to Vicorious Living

1) Talk to God. We call it "prayer" but it's purely conversation with God. TWO-WAY conversation at that. So, be quiet and listen sometimes.

What if You're Already a Christian?

Along those lines, take a look at these verses: Psalm 23; Psalm 28: 7; Isaiah 43: 2; Romans 8:28; Philippians 4:13.

Look at these verses and receive them from God directly to you: John 3:16; Romans 5: 8; Isaiah 40:31; Isaiah 41:10; Lamentations 3: 22-23.

Here are some verses for dealing with sin: I John 1: 9; Psalm 139: 23-24; Galatians 5: 16-25.

Help Yourself to some help!

Force yourself to do something the next time you feel down. Inactivity only makes depression worse. Here are some things to try:

Talk it out. Call a friend and open up.

Take a hike. Exercise causes blood and oxygen to circulate faster, which invigorates us. The brain produces endorphins that fight depression.

Listen to uplifting music. Choose your favorite songs and start jammin '!

Remember, "All things work together for good for those who love God and have been called according to His purpose." Translation? God takes care of the lives of those who turn their lives over to Him.

Resist any thoughts you may be having about "ending it all." God has the uncanny ability of taking that which seems really bad and making things turn out really good.

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