#come talk to me about our lord and savoir

[beckoningforest]

MORROWIND IS MY FAVORITE GAME IN EXISTENCE AND I JUST NOTICED THAT YOU ARE A FAN OF IT YOURSELF AND IT MADE ME /VERY EXCITED/ TY FOR LISTENING YOU ARE PHENOMENAL HAVE A BLESSED DAY YOU ENCHANTING FOREST NYMPH.

YES OH MY GODDDD BY DAGOTH’S POINTY EARS U RITE SON I ADORE MORROWIND!! IT’S MY FAVORITE GAME EVER AND IT’LL ALWAYS HOLD A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART ❤️Out of all tes games I love Morrowind most of all bc of how different it is, the rpg elements are great and the Dunmer have such interesting and unique culture?

The land is so diverse like there’s mushroom trees over there, a tropical swamp to the left, ASHLANDS THAT WAY, and let us not forget about the strip club in Suran!! With naked!! Gals dancin’!! Name another tes game with that kind of content. AND GOOD OL’ CRASSIUS CURIO! Boy, what a guy.

There’s giant ass bugs everywhere and cute scribs who stomps their BUTTS ON THE GROUND and weird dinosaur hybrids with no eyes or arms. Just a walking chomp head. 10/10.

But realistically speaking, Morrowind won me over with the plot. There’s this dark horror element that isn’t present in their future installments. I remember exploring these caves that are actually a massive cavern full of cultists who kidnap people and turn them into mindless ghouls with no face. That’s intense and yet I’m so captivated? The whole religious politics with the Tribunal and Azura? Shit man, and there’s Fargoth. And the soundtrack!! So beautiful. I’m sorry, I could write an essay about this game. (i kinda want to now thanks omg)

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME ABOUT VIDEO GAMES GUYS I LOVE GAMES!! Omg u called me a forest nymph. I’m gonna cry 😭 Thank you for the sweet message!

[godsporncollection]

Saturday Morning Session

(personal commentary in italics) (sorry for how inconsistent i am at this, i’m trying new medication, so my focus comes and goes unpredictably, but i didn’t want this to take weeks)

Russel M Nelson -  strengthen your testimony (?)

"I understand better what he meant when he said 'behold, i will hasten my work in this time.'" 

Y'all have been strengthening your testimonies and i, and your children, thank you. did that inclusion of "your children" feel off to anyone else?

I can see the work on the temple outside my window and that makes me think about how we need to remove the old debris from our lives. I too think of the temple as 'old debris' that should be removed from my life.

"the gospel is a message of joy" I cannot roll my eyes hard enough

that was short. what was the topic? blab for a five minutes?

Dieter F. Uchdorf - god is Among Us

I had to move lots when I was a kid because there was a war on. i thought about the missionaries who came to the country of their enemies to bring us the gospel.

i was a kid in a war-torn country > missionaries > god has not forgotten us > we will be heirs of god > how could we complain when we have that? > the atonement > mistakes are okay, just gotta keep repenting.

what would jesus teach if he was among us today? the same thing he's always taught. "the savior always teaches timeless truths, to everyone, a message of hope and belonging, a testament that god has not abandoned his children that god is Among Us."

jesus says to love one another and to be full of charity towards all men. i would like to see it.

anyone else feel like these talks are just. empty? like, they're not feeling it either?

if jesus came into your home today, he would see into your heart and i'm gonna waste a couple more minutes by expanding on that. one look into his eyes and we would be forever changed by the realization that god is Among Us.

back to me, i wish i could go back and tell myself to stay on the right track because god is Among Us, so i'm gonna tell you instead. god is Among Us.

"line upon line" *gag*

god is Among Us

Joy D Jones - abuse is wrong unless you use it to teach kids about the gospel

"have you ever wondered why we call 'primary' 'primary'?" as someone who understands how language works, no.

because kids are importanter than everything else

god trusts us to be nice to our kids; that means no abuse, even if we're angry. whoever needed this reminder should be shot.

hey, maybe you can "combat the evils of abuse" by not fucking raising your kids in an abusive cult!

analogy of a kid who fell out of bed because he "didn't get far enough in" = he wasn't indoctrinated enough, with awkward collage of pics of kids for a minute.

eyring said to get 'em while they're young

love all the pics of black people that try to say "see? we don't think black people are inherently evil (anymore)!"

analogy of a soldier in boot camp. drill seargants are mean, but that was necessary because apparantly it's the only way this guy can learn how to hide. also, apparently this guy is "our friend". not my friend, thanks.

"how can we do the same for our children?" don't fucking act like a drill seargent to your kids! ffs

"wouldn't we rather have them sweat in the safe learning environment of the home than bleed on the battlefields of life?" first of all, fuck you. second, dramatic much? third, fuck you, kids shouldn't have to learn about life in a hostile environment. does this woman have kids? are they okay? fucking hell, five kids were raised by a woman with this mentality. what a bitch.

"eternity is the wrong thing to be wrong about." i got news for you. of course, if i ever spoke to this machine, that topic wouldn't be my top priority.

I need a fucking drink.

Jan Eric Newman - teaching the gospel is good, but you can't force a testimony on others

anecdote about a local old woman getting birthday gifts. she taught us some good things when we were growing up, so thanks, sister davis.

another teacher, at college, was a "master teacher." he loved me and the lord. he taught me to learn doctrine on my own and that "changed me forever."

just sayin', if you're taught how to learn on your own, but didn't exercise enough critical thought to gtfo of this cult, maybe the teacher wasn't the best.

it's good to have good teachers.

the ancient nephites and lamanites had good teachers, and "there was no contention among them!"

"how can we teach more like the savior and help others become more deeply converted?" nope, nope. nope.

1st, "learn all you can about the master teacher hismelf." so, we're sticking with the term "master teacher." cool. doesn't sound weird at all.

ask yourself questions about how he taught, then do that.

read "teaching in the savoir's way."

2nd, use bullshit stories. oh, no, it's a story about how somebody is grateful for the pandemic because her adult child read the BoM for the first time during it. she said it had made "literal miracles."

3rd, "remember that conversion must come from within." guess jan and "joy" should have compared notes before speaking.

"children inheret many things, but a testimony is not one of them. we can't give our children a testimony any more than we can make a seed grow; but we can provide a nourishing environment, with good soil, free of thorns that would choke the word."

Gary E. Stevenson - kindness

story about a study where rabbits were fed a high-fat diet, but those under the care of a loving researcher didn't gain as much weight.

only christians can intuitively understand that this means there's a reason to be kind to others.

jesus said love one another.

addressing primary kids - be kind. here's a story about a kid who stopped being a bully because the bullied kid said it hurt.

to the teens - social media makes bullying worse, clearly satan is using social media against your generation. do what you can t make these spaces safer. if you're a bully, "stop it."

to the adults- "we have a primary responsibility to set a tone and be role models of kindness (get wrecked "joy"), inclusion and civility."

from ballard- "i have never heard members of this church to be anything but loving, kind, tolerant and benevolent to our friends and neighbors of other faiths." k, but, like, you know it's not just a difference of religious belief that’s the problem, right?

i'm heartbroken to hear about prejudice against blackasianlatino people or of any other group. i love how that section was really only about race, with a blanket "any other group" thrown in as an afterthought so they can't be accused of being homophobic.

in the winter of 1838, jo smith was in prison and why do you think that happened, gary?

church members were driven from their homes and the residents of a town across the river gave them food and shelter. that generosity saved the lives of many of them.

god is a compassionate care-giver.

Gerrit W. Gong - disjointed anecdotes of human experiences, idk

i miss my dad. he was adventurous, except regarding food.

i saw a guy be mean to a lady selling ice cream. he smashed all of her cones. the image of her trying to salvage the cones haunts me to this day.

story of the good samaritan.

be like christ this easter.

"we recieve inspiration as we counsel together, listening to each person, including each sister and the spirit."

does this guy have a topic?

he’s is just giving a list of random human experiences and parables.

*displays a lack of understanding of instagram.*

he's listing something throughout this, like, he keeps counting, but i have no idea what and his voice is making my adhd medication run away, so i'm not listening to this again.

Henry B. Eyring - temple worthiness

today i'm feeling light and hope, like the first day i went to the salt lake temple

i'm an oblivious fucker who didn't notice my name being pinned on me, so i thought the woman who greeted me was an angel because she knew my name.

thought he could remember being in the temple before, but a voice that was not his own (that's how you know it's true and not something he just told himself) told him he was remembering heaven.

confused "holiness to the lord" with "this is a holy place." i know both phrases use the word 'holy', but like, those contexts mean separate things.

i also had this feeling during my wedding in the logan temple.

i think henry should get checked out, he suffers from frequent hallucinations and it's good to know how your brain works differently from others when in a leadership position.

during my wedding, i had a vision of a house and the officiant said to live in a way that you can walk away easily. a year later, my father in law bought the exact house and my wife and i lived in the guest house for ten years. then i got the call to move somewhere else on assignment from the church and we walked away easily.

scripture from jesus about temples.

if you're unworthy in the temple, you won't be "able to see, by the power of the holy ghost, the spiritual teaching of the savior that we can recieve in the temple."

"when we are worthy to recieve such teaching, there can grow, through our temple experience, hope, joy, and optimism throughout our lives. that hope, joy, and optimism are available only through accepting the ordinances performed in holy temples."

i forgot how simple a baptism is, so i'm gonna tell you how amazed (and a little concerned) i was when my youngest daughter stayed to do baptism for the dead for all of the names on the list that day. maybe i'm just super comfortable in the water, but that doesn't sound hard, actually. i used to almost enjoy doing those.

quotes the primary song 'i love to see the temple.'

remember to be worthy so you can live with your family forever.

[samieejodavis]

Asking God for a life of solitude with the exception of unisolating myself from my friends and family.

I'd like to genuinely focus on my studies and write literature, poetry and novels, like Edgar Allen Poe and Jane Austin and informational texts on plants, rocks and Jesus.

I'd love to be Wiccan and worship Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savoir and serve him and complete his will with all that I do. As I ask that all that is bound to Earty be bound to Heaven and all bound to Heaven be bound to Earth, I ask to reap what I sow and sow as I reap.

I'm a born and raised Baptist Christian and I would never turn my back from my family or Jesus as he is the Father, I hold tight the Christian customs and to the Bible. My conflicting desires are why I'd like to major in Theology and discover the root of religion in hopes of creating my own which would have the origins of Christianity, Wicca and Buddist while not frowning apon Christianity practices or Buddist customs, though I have yet to fully study them-

I believe plants, rocks and minerals are key to the future of this Earth as within them are compounds that can cure future plagues and illnesses. The science behind my studies I want to support the belief and fact that Jesus is Lord and through him we find the Father God who will save us from our misery and tragedies.

I believe that Mother Nature, whom I'm going to be studying through the studies or Agriculture, Geology, Theology and Witchcraft once took the form of Mary Magdalene, when Mary sacrificed her life time of earnings, Nard, to cleanse Jesus's feet as they took comfort in her and her sisters home in Bethany, she showed a kindness that could only come from the Godess herself in a way such like this, allowing me to believe Jesus is the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Now, I'm very spiritual and I love my freedom. I have the soul of a gypsy and want to consitrate better during my meditations so I can focus better and exercise my brain for the best of myself.

Patience is virtue and I appreciate being blessed with the technology to express all that I'm trying to publish into reality.

I've read How To Ride A Broom Stick and read how to work with other God's and Godess's, and read not to beg and now I understand as I only beg to the Father Jesus Christ when I'm in dire need and I'm on my knees asking him for salvation, help, anything and everything that I can think of that could save me and or others, that I talk to Jesus about.

There's other books such as "The Green Witch" & other books by Silver Raven Wolf I'd love to read and study but as I practice literature and Theology and learn I'd like to craft/write my own texts for not just the younger generations of witches and those whom practice magic but for all age readers who may have a passion for the art of divination.

I would love to incorporate green magic with my knowledge of Geology and Agriculture and all that I know as a Christian raised Wiccan with the peace and soundness that comes through the sense and knowledge of Buddism.

I think it would be amazing to have one of the tents at festivals as my own and sell texts and crystals along with card readings and fortune telling. I think traveling would be fun as well.

I'd like to have my own shop one day where one could come in and purchase insents, sage, lavender, Amethyst, Jasper and Jasmine, Crystal Balls, tapestries and tools, rugs, wind chimes and other herbs and crystal, along with different texts of my own that can guide or assist one with anything their magical heart desires. Like self love books, how to books, empty journals and an Encyclopidea of Magical Creatures and other inspiring texts that I've found/been given through out my life.

Can you imagine my own little spot called "A Witches Brookstick" with all natural everything...

I'm so blessed to have been raised by Chasity Davis where my imagination and magical essence can be so free. I love you mom. ♡

[mistyyygoode]

Cheaper Than Free: 1

As Cordelia and Mallory were talking, they walked around the corner, and the lights started to flicker. The front door of the academy opened. Smoke flooded into the building and in walk Nan.

"Hi, bitches." Nan grinned.

"N-Nan?" Cordelia asked, brows furrowed. She stepped closer to her former student and gave her a small hug.

Another soul started to walk forward. Curly hair a little wilder than usual, covering her face until she looked up at her crush and old teacher.

Cordelia's eyes glanced upward, instantly filling with tears as her arms dropped from Nan's body. "Misty...?" she whispered before hugging her tightly.

Misty buried her head in the crook of Cordelia's neck. She inhaled deeply, taking in that sweet, floral scent she longed for.

"Oh, my... oh, my... how can this be?" the Supreme asked as her hands gripped Misty's shawl. "How can this be possible?" she asked before repeating herself. "How is this possible?" her heart was pounding hard against her chest.

"Oh, Miss Cordelia," Misty said in a shaky voice as she stilled gripped on tight to Cordelia's waist. "I never thought I'd escape my personal hell. And then, this one, she showed up – with the voodoo demon." She said before looking at Nan and chuckled as she pulled away. "He took my hand and guided me home."

"I'm Papa's favorite." Nan grinned as she looked at Cordelia.

Cordelia couldn't help but chuckle as she reached out to grab Nan's hand.

"He's my boo. He sends me on errands... I have to go now." Nan said before turning around.

Cordelia was quick to grab the girl's hand again. "Wait, wait, Nan. Where are you going?" she asked.

"Back to Papa. I like it down there. He lets me play." Nan explained with a grin.

"I-I don't understand," Cordelia said with furrowed brows.

"You're not supposed to," Nan said. "Just say thank you." She said before pulling away to leave.

Cordelia was a bit concerned, but she let her leave. She turned back to Misty. Her eyes were still wet with tears. "Misty," she smiled softly. "I-I would like you to meet an exceptional witch. This is Mallory."

"Hi," Misty smiled as she looked over at the blonde. She felt like she already knew the younger woman.

Mallory smiled brightly as she looked at Misty, someone she already knew so much about and looked up to. "Hi."

Misty stepped forward to shake Mallory's hand. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

"It's great to meet you, Misty." Mallory said as she shook the woman's hand back. She looked between Cordelia and Misty. "I'm sure you two have a lot to catch up on." She said before pulling her hand away to walk out of the room, giving them some privacy.

"Oh," Cordelia chuckled as she reached out for the younger witch.

Misty smiled as she wrapped her arms tightly around Cordelia's waist again, holding her tightly against her. "How I have missed ya... I was ever so lost in that dark abbess."

"I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner," Cordelia said shakily.

Misty frowned as she pulled away just enough to look into chocolate brown hues. She smiled softly as her hands moved to cup the older witch's cheeks. "Don't be... I know ya tried."

"H-How?" Cordelia asked as she leaned into the touch.

"I heard ya callin' me," Misty said softly as her thumbs caressed Cordelia's cheekbones.

Cordelia's chin started to tremble as she smiled. She grabbed one of Misty's hand and started to guide her down the hall. "Come with me." She said softly before taking Misty to the greenhouse in the back.

Misty smiled softly as she walked the familiar path. As they stepped inside, her eyes scanned the room. Her smile grew larger as she saw it had grown. More plants were scattered around the room, more books were on the shelves, and more potion stations were set up. In the one corner, she spotted a spot of lavenders, white roses, and a plaque. She walked over to it and saw there were engravings. Her fingers traced the words as she read them.

"Here lay two witches that are the epidemy of our academy. Misty Day, a savoir, a leader, a teacher, and a pure soul. May she rule like a bird in flight. Myrtle Snow, prior head-mistress, leader, teacher, mother, and friend. But most of all, they were both a great example. May they both rest now."

Cordelia watched as Misty walked over and looked at the plaque, she had made a year ago. "I thought it would be good for you both to have a resting place." She spoke softly.

"I love it," Misty said as she turned back around to look at Cordelia. "Are the lavenders for me?"

"Yes, I knew they were your favorites, besides sunflowers... white roses were Myrtle's favorite."

The Swamp Witch stepped over to where Cordelia stood, and softly took her hands in her own. She laced their fingers together. "They are... it's lovely, Miss Cordelia."

"You don't have to say Miss, you know." Cordelia said as she softly caressed the younger woman's hands.

"You're Supreme now... I feel like I should. It's respectful of ya title."

"Well, when we're alone, you don't have to. I know you respect me." Cordelia explained as she stared deeply into deep blue hues.

Misty smiled softly, nodding. "Okay, Cordelia... oh, I've missed ya something fierce." She chuckled nervously. Butterflies swarmed her stomach and she felt giddy around the woman's presence again.

"I could say the same... you really heard me trying to find you?" the older blonde questioned.

"I did... I heard ya for what seemed like years. How-how long was I gone?" Misty asked hesitantly.

"A-about two years..." Cordelia's eyes cast downward as she bit her lip.

"T-two... t-two years?" Misty asked. "I-I really didn't think it was th-that long." She stammered before sitting on one of the stools at the table. Her hands dropped from Cordelia's as her heart raced, and her mind wondered. So much could have changed while she was gone. "Oh, lord..."

Cordelia's eyes went back up. She felt her chest hurt at the sight before her. She stepped closer to the younger witch and softly wrapped her arms around Misty's shoulder's holding her close.

Misty rested her head on Cordelia's chest for a moment. "What changed?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"With ya... what's changed. I wanna know what I missed." Misty explained.

"Well, once I was crowned Supreme, I-I decided to go public with it. We were packed full of girls who believed they were witches. Most of them are, no matter how little their powers are. We own five houses for this coven now. That's... that's really it." Cordelia explained. She wasn't sure what else to say.

"Have ya..." Misty paused to chew on her lower lip.

"Have I what, sweetheart?" Cordelia asked.

Misty's heart leaped at the pet name. "Have ya met anyone?" she asked.

The Supreme's brows furrowed for a moment. She thought back to when she cleaned up Misty's shack and found an old journal, one she somewhat now wished she didn't read but found writings of Misty's feelings for her. "No, I haven't... how could I when I've been missing my other half for so long?"

Misty's heart started racing as she heard Cordelia's words. Her eyes glanced upward. "Please tell me ya ain't talkin' about Hank."

Cordelia chuckled softly as she shook her head. "No, I'm not. I'm talking about you." She said as one hand ran up Misty's neck to cup her cheek. "I knew since the day I met you, I had found what I've always been searching for."

Misty bit her lip hard as she felt herself blushing. Her eyes dropped down for a moment. "I know the feelin', Mi—Cordelia."

"Misty, dear, look at me," Cordelia said.

Misty's eyes wondered back up, slowly going from Cordelia's plump lips to her deep chocolate hues. "Yeah?"

Cordelia leaned down just slightly to place a soft, somewhat chaste kiss onto the younger witch's lips.

Misty melted into the touch. Her lips greeted Cordelia's in a soft embrace as she kissed her back.

In a cliché way, their lips fit together perfectly. But before things could go any further, there was a knock on the greenhouse door.

Cordelia pulled away softly. "Come in." She said.

Misty looked at Cordelia with a smile. She studied the woman's face, how her cheeks were pink from their embrace, how her lips were a little pinker than usual, and that small, nervous way her brows knit together.

A younger, brunette witch opened the door and stepped inside. "Lunch is ready, Miss Cordelia." She said softly.

"Okay, Delila. Thank you. We'll be there in a moment." Cordelia said.

Misty watched and listened. Cordelia tone was more confident than it used to be. The way she stood was like she held her chin high proudly as their leader. It made her heart swell with joy.

"Yes, ma'am." The girl said before stepping out of the greenhouse.

"Who was that?" Misty asked softly.

"One of the girl's in the house next door. Her name is Delila." Cordelia explained as she looked back at Misty.

"That's cool... can we go eat? I'm starved." Misty said.

The Supreme chuckled softly as she nodded. "Sure, sweetheart. You can have anything you want."

"Anythin'?" Misty asked with wide eyes.

"Within reason. What do you want?" Cordelia asked with a smile as she pulled Misty up to her feet.

"Well," Misty licked her lips. "I'd really, really like some fries." She chuckled nervously.

Cordelia chuckled softly. "I can have the cook make you some." She said as she grabbed Misty's hand and led her back inside.

Misty smiled as she walked with Cordelia. As they entered the house, she saw Zoe. She grinned brightly as she let go of Cordelia's hand to run towards the other witch. "Zoe!"

"Misty?" Zoe looked at the blonde with furrowed brows. "H-how are you here?" she asked as she hugged Misty once they met.

"Nan saved me! Oh, how are ya?" the Swamp Witch asked as she pulled away. "Where's Kyle?"

"He's gathering girls from the other houses for lunch," Zoe explained before looking at Cordelia.

The Supreme shook her head, telling the younger woman that the explanation would be for another time.

Zoe gave a small nod before looking back at Misty.

"How many houses are there now?" the Swamp Witch asked softly.

"Three on this street, two behind us," Zoe said.

"Holy shit..." Misty murmured.

"You're Misty Day!" a redheaded girl came up to Misty with a wide smile.

Misty smiled softly as she nodded. "I am. What's ya name, sweetheart?"

"Juliet." The younger witch said with a bright smile.

"That's such a beautiful name," Misty said.

"Thank you, Miss Day," Juliet said.

"Ya can call me Misty." She said as she rested her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Okay," Juliet smiled before her name was called. She looked back at the table where some more girls sat. "I gotta go." She said before running off.

Misty smiled softly. "How did she know who I was?"

Zoe looked from Misty to Cordelia and then back again. "Cordelia talks about you sometimes... your powers, and what you did to help." She explained. "Especially with Kyle. You really helped him before Fiona fixed his head."

Misty smiled as she looked down, feeling herself blushing. "Really?" she asked.

Before Zoe could answer, Cordelia walked over to them. She had been watching Misty the whole time and couldn't help but have a smile on her lips. She was beyond happy that Misty was back, but she had so many questions.

"Those fries are almost ready," Cordelia said. As she stepped closer to Misty, their hands brushed.

Misty felt a swarm of butterflies in her stomach as she felt Cordelia's hand against her own. "Okay, I'll, uh, talk to ya later, Zoe." She said before walking off with Cordelia.

"O-okay!" Zoe said with a confused smile.

Cordelia smiled to herself as she guided Misty back into the kitchen. There was a large plate of fries on the just being set on the counter.

"Oh, my Lord!" Misty exclaimed as she grabbed the plate, and stuffed a fry into her mouth.

Cordelia let out a small chuckle at the younger witch's eagerness. "If you'd like we can eat somewhere else today. I don't want to overwhelm you with all the girls."

Misty looked up from the fries. She nodded softly, mouth full. "Please," she murmured softly.

"Let me get a plate and I'll meet you back in the greenhouse, okay?" the Supreme asked.

The Swamp Witch nodded softly before heading out the back door with her food.

[ask-oven]

The Talk

//I’ve had this idea for a while now. I hope you like it.// 

“I don’t know if I can do this,” said Katakuri as he and Brulee walked towards the infirmary.

“You’ll be fine, Big Brother,” smiled Brulee, “They’ll understand.”

His observation haki told him something different, but he was getting back in touch with his older self so it shouldn’t feel like that. They were his brothers, they would understand. He shook off the feeling and turned to Brulee, “Yeah you’re probably right. We’re triplets after all so we have a strong bound.”

“Yes,” said Brulee, though not being a multiple herself she wasn’t sure if that were true. Like her, Daifuku and Oven had kept this secret for years would they handle this change so easily? She hoped so for Katakuri’s sake. They made it to the infirmary doors. Brulee knocked on the door. A nurse answered it. “We’re here to see lord Oven,” said Brulee.

“Yes,” said the nurse, “Lord Daifuku is already with him.” He noticed Katakuri’s wounds, “Shall I attend to you sir?”

Katakuri was surprised that the nurse didn’t react to his mouth, he took it as a sign of good things to come. “No thank you,” he finally answered, “I think I’ll be good for a while, I just want to talk to my brothers.”

“Right this way, sir and Lady Brulee,” said the nurse with a nod as he lead them to Oven’s bed. As they arrived they saw Daifuku and Oven playing a card game. “There they are. As you can see, Lord Oven suffered a few deep cuts which will be healed in a few days. We’re keeping him over the night, so he can rest. We can do the same for you, Lord Katakuri since you have great wounds as well.”

Katakuri was half listening, he was happy to see his brothers. “Oh no,” he said finally looking at the nurse, “that won’t be necessary.” He walked over to Oven’s bed.

“I think we’ll be fine now,” said Brulee, “we’ll call you over if we need anything.”

“Yes, Lady Brulee,” replied the nurse with a bow then he left.

Katakuri grabbed a chair and sat on the other side of Oven’s bed, “Hi guys,” he grinned, “what are we playing?” He knew at that moment he had messed up.

Gone were Daifuku and Oven’s smiles, “Well,” answered Daifuku, “me and Oven are playing Go Fish.”

“Yes,” said Oven equally as stern. He then softened his tone, “I’m glad your scarf is gone, Kata.”

“Thanks,” said Katakuri, “you know after that fight with Straw Hat, I feel like a new man.”

Oven’s features darkened as grabbed his wound. He then put his cards down, “Oh I see it must have been enlightening for you.”

Daifuku did the same and put his and Oven’s back into the pile and place the pile of cards on the nightstand.“Why didn’t you help us after losing?” asked Daifuku, “You would  have been a great help.”

“I was wounded,” answered Katakuri, “it was my first loss.” It was a weak excuse and he could feel the ice in their tone.

“So?” said Oven, “I got hit by a boat, but I still fought. However the great god, Katakuri gets his ass beat and what does he do? Stays down because he got a few boo boos?”

“It’s not like that,” answered Katakuri, “you weren’t there, it was a tough fight.”

“It shouldn’t have been,” said Daifuku, “your damn pride got in the way. You only wanted to fight him just to test his strength.”

“That’s not true,” said Katakuri, “I did it to protect you guys.”

Daifuku and Oven turned to each other and laughed till tears came out of their eyes. “Oh,” said Oven, “you do care about us? That’s rich and here I thought you were being stoic and wanting to be perfect. That wasn’t it at all he walked away from us because he  cared too much.”

“And now you think because you fought some random person and had a moment of enlightenment you think we can be a family again? Sorry, but it’ll take you sometime to rebuild that bridge,” chuckled Daifuku.

“What are you talking about I let you two hang out in my mochi house,” replied Katakuri who was getting angry. He was being really serious about this. However they were laughing at his new convictions.  

“Only after we pestered you,” answered Oven, “we just wanted to spend time you, but nope you didn’t want to because you cared too much Do you know how much that hurts us still? We gained a god but lost a brother.”

“I’m not a god,” said Katakuri.

Brulee had to agree with Oven and even Daifuku. Katakuri had some points of course but these two were coming from a place of hurt, “It’s my fault that this happened between you three. I’m the reason,” she replied.

“No,” said Daifuku, “it’s not Brulee you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They could have easily attacked anyone else and the results would have been the same. Our lord and savoir would have taken it deeply anyway.”

“I’m not a god,” said Katakuri again.

“You might as well be,” said Oven, “we barely spend time with you and it’s not because we’re ministers and such. Since that day you walked away from this family, me and Dai only had each other to lean on. You let a bunch of bullies get to you. However you’ll be proud to know we didn’t tell anyone your oh so horrible secret.”

“You didn’t have to,” said Katakuri.

“Oh really?” said Daifuku, ‘Because it sure as hell felt like we had too. All to make you happy. That’s how you became a god to the younger siblings. We kept our mouths shut all for you.”

“I didn’t know you felt this way,” said Katakrui, “I just thought…”

“That what?” said Oven, “That we would magically forgive you because you decided to live freely because some random kid showed you the way? We were right here if you needed someone to talk to but no you went all lone wolf.”

He was surprised at both of his brothers’ reactions, but as he listened he knew they were right. He had turned his back on them without ever meaning to and had hidden himself away. Could he win them back, it had been almost forty years. “What can I do?” he asked.

“Get to know the younger siblings,” said Daifuku.

“And for you two?” asked Katakuri.

“Just have a doughnut with us,” said Oven, “like in the old days.”

“Then everything will be alright?” asked Katakuri.

“We’ll see,” said Daifuku. Oven nodded in agreement.

This was going to be a long road for Katakuri, but being back in his brothers’ good grace would be worth it, “Okay I accept your terms.”

“Great,” said Daifuku and Oven.  Katakuri smiled it was going to be a long road but he was ready to make it work.

[a-writing-bear]

[FrUk] Secret Santa 2017: Familiar Company

This is a Gift for @lastloveliestsmile for the @fruk-net Secret Santa event!!! ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

Note: Happy Holidays! I’m extremely sorry that I kinda went a bit far from your prompt but writing angst is a bit tricky for me, so enjoy a bit more fluff!! <3 Hopefully the French phrases I used aren’t too incorrectly phrased!

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13012116

This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper

Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Word Count: 1,558

Age Rating/Mature:  All Audiences :)

Prompt:  “ You are giving the gift of fanfiction to @lastloveliestsmile. Their prompts are: "domestic cuddling, pets, the museum and ANGSTY discussion of their shared history" “ 

History was what kept them together for so long. Or at least that’s what the brit had concluded as he leant across the doorway, watching Francis hum slightly as he prepared breakfast over a kitchen counter, mindlessly cutting up some strawberries. It was the familiarity of their relations which brought comfort – albeit France’s presence in his Arthur’s existence was an often cause of conflict in the past, it was a true honest-to-god fact that they had always seemed to be around each other no matter how fickle they had been. No Matter what.

“Bonjour Arthur! Shame that my l’amour de ma vie had no decency to wake up and help with breakfast.” The green-eyed man snorted, still clad in a ruffled shirt from the night before paired with messy hair sticky out at odd places. Arthur appreciated Francis’ teasing humour more than he likes to admit, even with words drenched and spoken with the Parisian tinged accent. A part of him cringed at the term of endearment his ‘partner’ had teasingly used but yet, even with his bad understanding of the language, Arthur found it oddly tender.

The slight bright tinge of fluster that had appeared on the brit’s face was mismatched with the gruff reply he had almost whispered as he came to stand behind his company to drape over and wrap his arms around his company in welcoming affection, taking an overwhelming faux interest in the simple task of fruit preparation.

“I doubt you would agree to have me anywhere near the stove.” The small chuckle from Francis was infectious and the comfortable grin they shared seemed to brighten the cold winter morning they had found themselves enjoying. It was the typical type of morning they shared every so often; one of the morning that resulted from sheepish agreements to stay the night before. The couple overall was a strange quirk of history itself– always somehow pegged together. They had known each other for so long- painstakingly long Arthur had claimed once – that they were accustomed to each other’s habits or everyday normalities resulting in easy moments; like how Francis had already left a mug of English breakfast tea, still warm, on the table and how Arthur had complied with the Frenchman’s insistence on storing coffee in the cupboards. As they both sat down (They parted from the silent cuddle sadly), balcony door open, with Arthur sipping his brew to seemingly sobering up from his tiredness (somehow also engrossed in the newspaper) Francis had found himself looking out over the balcony of the brit’s countryside estate. It was one of the quieter homes England owned, and while the views were pleasant enough (though not as pleasant as rural France of course) the cold winter air that had blanketed his cheeks accompanied with the lack of noise of the humdrum of city-life made him sigh in slight unprovoked boredom.

“It’s not that cold, love. Drink more coffee and maybe you won’t find things to be so dull.”

“You are sad about your roses, non?” Arthur’s eyes flicked up and his brows furrowed in a little confusion over the strange statement. It was the middle of winter and while –yes he WAS upset he could not see those pretty flowers bloom or bud, there was nothing he could do to stop mother nature from bringing in the Christmas season…he had resigned any token of peeved annoyance to this natural inconvenience.

“It’s just hauntingly sad to see your work disappear. Its course has been taken and it is gone, it will be back but…just not now.” Suddenly the Englishman had understood that the melancholic words that Francis spoke of were talking about something much more than just his garden outside.

“I…guess rightly so.” They turned to each other and picked at their breakfast. Idle chatter about their countries current affairs seemed insignificant, especially after Francis’ earlier poignant statement. It wasn’t usual that his boyfriend partner would openly speak of genuine sentiment, and it had put him off to watch France’s obvious deep reminiscing.

“Do you want to talk about it Francis?”

That’s how Arthur had found himself with his French lover in the archive and storage room of the British Museum. More specifically the storage room which was curated mostly from Arthur himself – trinkets and souvenirs he had kept over the centuries and had asked King George II back in 1753 if he could keep, in a private secret storeroom of antiquities for himself somewhere in the museum (The Museum original origins was Sir Hans Sloane’s own collection that he had ‘bequeathed to King George II FOR the nation’ technically meaning the museum was dedicated to England himself but he asked for permission out of politeness of course.).

His national museum was not only a tourist trap, but a legacy of Arthur himself, and while he loved to watch his citizens mull over history he knew he needed to bring Francis to his private collection, something only another nation would understand the importance of. Down in this quiet unknown-to-the-public display room, it seemed to be a different place altogether: an isolated showcase, a room where time seemed unsure of what itself was. There were renaissance paintings awkwardly hung beside majestic tapestries from 1066 to old medallions and shillings piled neatly on a pedestal mingling with the first pound coin from 1983.

The long-haired man had paused. Unsure of what to say as he held onto Arthur’s hand at their side. Before he could open his mouth to mention any word of value Arthur quickly hushed him and without a word lead Francis to another section of the room where a placard marked very simply put:

[ French Collection ]

The two had gone very far back – Lord, God knows they don’t even want to speak of their messy origins…especially the kerfuffle occurred between Normandy and the early Anglo-Saxons.

“I know we can both recall a lot of fights. A-and I don’t know about you but bloody hell you’ve put me through a lot. I suppose the Hundred Years’ War was really one of our worst…it was also a really big one in the beginning.” It was so very long ago, even before he became known as ‘Great Britain’ with his brother Scotland (It really puts into perspective of how short he has actually represented Northern Ireland as well as Scotland and England).

They both remembered clearly of the very cold nights of slammed doors and angry shouting over sovereignty of their early days, Kingdoms which had messy foundations. The royalty that had come and gone throughout the years, the constant babbling about who owned the throne was a past headache. They were both so young back then, But Arthur was more impressionable due to France’s tutelage – regardless that the ‘age’ gap wasn’t so far. So young for an adult’s world.

“Remember I had that stupid idea for my hair after you made fun of me. Then you helped cut it back to my usual style?” He murmured in a shy attempt to breed conversation. Arthur still cherished that memory even though his insecurity over his hair at that time was due to the Frenchman.  

“We were so petty at times.”

“‘Were’?” Arthur quipped back humorously, stifling his laughter,

“ahah Allez savoir pourquoi Arthur!” They both smiled longingly towards the various artefacts until a specific one caught the Frenchman’s gaze: A polished Charleville Model 1754 French Musket without a bayonet, too clean looking to have seen a war in its time but upon closer inspection, the scratches on the barrel and the old metal signified its authenticity. Had England taken the time to restore this old thing? When had he even picked this up- surely not during their figh-

“During the Seven years’ war. I know. I picked it up from Matthew, he was adamant about giving it away but he had one of his own anyway. I have a Model 1777 from the time we…”

“Fought over family.” Arthur sported a sad smile at that, he had always believed all of his colonies were family but it was also difficult to forget Canada also belonged to France and with American independence he had watched Francis’ people throw so much away for revolution. Things had always been tough. Things were so intertwined in modern life, you could no longer turn your back on those around you. Besides, doing that to Francis would hurt both of them. Shyly, the shorter man moved closer and placed a hand on France’s shoulder. His eyes search for something he himself was not aware he was looking for, some sort of sign that Francis knew that they click. Within bad times, the good times and surely the bloody times – they just needed to work. More than ever before.

The man clad in green was not sure when he had closed his own seeking eyes, or when he had felt those soft lips upon his. Lulled into a pleasant exchange the two parted to breathe after a few glorious seconds. The fear and regret that France had harboured that morning seemed to be washed away in that very moment, the past had been written down already- the future shortly bringing new troubles that they could push through together. Without hesitation, the two happily sighed and embraced for a few more minutes…besides, what was life without a bit of trouble?

[joulethieves]

on my interpretation of balbasch and balvaan and why i sometimes ship one and why i sometimes ship the other [and also because i am obsessed with balvaan and never really talked about why, so here i talk about why!]:

( again this is all my perssssonal interpretation and im not going to tag this post bc it’s not something i’m posting to be like, accepted amongst other shippers, just thought it’d be something to share. also secondly i definitely ship balvaan harder than balbasch so i will obviously have more to say about the former.)

for me whether or not i ship balbasch or balvaan depends 100% on what mood i’m in in terms of interpreting balthier’s character.

you can look at balthier and his persona and read it as a facade, because it is. it’s all pretense. all archadian despite his lack of fealty to any land. all garrulous and haughty and showy. but this isn’t news to you; if you’re reading this you know the balthier we all know.

so why do i balvaan so hard? 

because i love breaking those barriers. i love vaan’s rawness, total lack of restraint, total disregard for filters. i love balthier rattling on about freedom, no cages, no moors, and yet he shields himself in this facade, this facade as hard as an adamantoise shell which he sheds for no one but fran - and then there’s vaan, all street-grit savoir-faire, effortless, unabashedly himself. then yes, there’s vaan, vaan who dares to enter this shell of seclusion balthier locks himself in to pull up a damn chair and sit down and make himself fucking comfortable, and my balthier just lifts his head from his hands and glares, livid and flabbergasted, “how did you get in here? this door is locked, locked, locked” and vaan just smiling that gentle infectious boyish thief-smile and saying, simply, damnably simply, “oh no. a locked door. those are... sooooo hard for me to get into.” 

i love to balvaan because i love to see vaan dismantle all of those complicated gears that make up the locked gate balthier puts around himself, i love seeing this man as something all-show and no-tell until vaan burrows his way in with no one’s fucking permission and it’s infuriating to balthier but he can’t help it, vaan sees right through him. vaan challenges him throughout the entire game, despite the blind trust and admiration vaan has for him, he never shapes himself around the endgoal of i want balthier to like me, so i will act like X so he likes me. y’know--how when you like someone, and you want them to like you, you--you kind of act a certain way. my vaan doesn’t. he’s just vaan. take him or leave him. and balthier takes, it’s what he does, and then he’s like SHIT, DIDN’T MEAN TO TAKE THIS, IT WON’T LEAVE AND IT’S WARM AND GOOD AND SCARY aaaaaa

sooooo that’s why i love to balvaan, bc i love vaan having that sort of way with people. they just. open to him. and balthier needs that, i think, in a way that feels safe with fran -- but fran is no hume, she does not know mortality the way humes do, does not know death and grieving the way humes do, does not have a hume heart or hume life or hume roots. and balthier is himself around her, but with vaan he can be himself around another hume, which he has vowed against doing forever. and it’s warmer, because it’s love, though he’d never say it. and it’s warmer, because it’s vaan, who is terrifyingly accepting of any ugly day balthier has. and it’s warmer, because vaan doesn’t play his games, doesn’t understand them and doesn’t like them, and calls him out on his bullshit, where i think fran spoils balthier and plays along because she loves him in a different way, an unchallenging sort of way. and it’s warmer, because it’s safe. safer, at least. my balthier, like anyone’s, is a flighty fellow.

balbasch is a different game and i’ve certainly read my share, and with balbasch i take balthier and i interpret (cuz i don’t write them) playing UP that facade, as many authors who do it well also do. balbasch is basch seeing balthier with all this pretense, and respecting it, understanding it in a way young vaan can’t. it’s saying, i know why these walls are up, it is not my place to bring them down; i will know the you that you wish for me to know and be grateful enough for that. balbasch is basch playing balthier’s game because he doesn’t want to risk challenging balthier’s performance in case he might truly lose him. balbasch is less challenging for balthier, less infuriating, more (if not solely) on balthier’s watch than basch’s. pirate and judge? bird and cage? angsty and cute, sure. and basch deserves to be spoiled from time to time by a handsome pirate breaking into his chambers for a good snugglefuck and a laugh because balthier is funny and basch deserves to smile. BASICALLY let me just--i don’t write them, so let me just copypasta an excerpt from someone who nailed it on the head what balbasch is to me (and them , and many others judging from their writing):

"Piracy, Captain," he says [...] [...] [...] "Is about doing what you want."

"And what about our shared situation implies I am in any way resistant?" Basch asks, tempering the damage done with care - for all of his conviction of freedom and callous, care-free nature, Balthier was difficult to pin with even the most cunning trap. There were rules with the pirate, rules within rules at times. Basch remembers some, but he had not learned them all when last they kept company - and perhaps he never would.

(you can read this here! it’s really sexy and well-written. this ship has such good writers bc you have to be a super strong one to pick apart these men like this)

^ this non-dialogue bit really nails balbasch on the head for me. it’s so deliciously, beautifully, almost heartbreakingly complicated. it’s a messy tangle of basch, having been used to bending to the wills of people, bending to balthier’s odd shapes he gnarls himself into on any given day. it’s--it’s walking on eggshells and it’s kind of, honestly, a little unpleasant to me. it’s playing up balthier. it’s pandering to his love of performance, it’s adding even more layers to an already complicated man who is only complicated because he makes himself so. quite frankly, balbasch is a lot of work, and it’s exhausting despite the really hot smut that’s there as a given. it’s just - if you love the balthier the game gives you, and not the man beneath it, and you want to play up that complex multifaceted shifty-flightly young man, then balbasch is great. 

for me, it’s all the more rewarding long-term to grind the bones of balthier’s resolve to dust with vaan- vaan, who is nothing more than himself, who challenges silly pretense and bores into the person balthier is underneath. for me, balvaan helps balthier remember that he is human, a person, not a glorified self-assigned role at which everyone smiles and nods. vaan musses the pages of his script about and makes paper airplanes with them and it’s annoying but it helps balthier grow. however, in terms of getting more balthier meta and insight and motive-questioning, and gilding his already garish grandeur further, balbasch is a fun way to do so - a fun vehicle to ask why at balthier but in a different way.

balbasch is challenging in a way that makes balthier even more hard to understand. which can be fun, but sometimes i dislike it because i see balbasch as less of a challenge for balthier. i see less room for growth and more room for just being fed validation for his ridiculousness, and lord is he such a child.

personally i see a man like balthier with all his pretense and roll my eyes. “what’s that all about, anyway?” i ask myself, and so does my vaan-muse, and we work at picking all those locks and then vaan snuggles what he finds.

anyway! no flack to balbasch at all, i hope it didn’t come across that way! i love a balthier spoiling basch and i love basch respecting balthier’s facade and caring for him despite the fact he’s protecting himself. cages cages blah blah. balthier isn’t as free as he says he is. basch isn’t at all. so that can be cute.

end rant, i guess u can reblog if u want, but i didn’t write this to influence anyone! just some thoughts i had after reading that one excerpt i pasted in here that made me go this!! this is balbasch to me and why i do and don’t ship it sometimes.

[faithbasedministriesike-blog]

The Most Innovative Things Happening With Faith-Based Ministries

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[a-jo-em-blog]

United Prayer Rising PH 2017

Two Visions “Branch of Almond Trees (People) Pot Boiling in the North (Destruction)” 

After I encountered Jesus in UPRISING PH. 2017 which is held in USEP Davao, I see this two vision where it confirm me in the Book of Jeremiah saying that in my first vision is the branch almond trees and he answered that He is watching to see that his word come true and the second one is a pot of boiling in the north, and it is about to tip over this way and he said to me “Destruction will boil over  from the north on all who live in this land.Jeremiah 1:11-14

 But what actually my vision is a bunch of people surrounds me, that actually the meaning in the book of Jeremiah is an almond trees. while in the second vision is that where I live in, I live in the North place of Davao and accurately apt. of second vision that this place where I live is my destruction in pursuing God’s words and they will persecuted me because of God’s promise  and also He said that be ready where in the next page of Jeremiah’s journey where I can see that almost of the people is worshiping Idols, offer sacrifices, and burning incense   practices and etc. and because of that vision I finished reading the Book of Jeremiah and I ask the Lord what will be the next steps of that vision I said am I qualified? you know i’m still on the process, I remembered the first time I step up is when our pastor said that she can’t handle in campus ministry because of her condition and she instructed you after the Sunday service she announce and take the challenge to step in, to continue on campus ministry in our school and that moment I prayed “Lord whatever your plans are I will say YES to you” and you responded astonish! and my heart was overwhelmed with the tears of joy that I felt that moment while my heart beats so fast and I know why, but only thing I am sure is that your presence is there and I said I’ll never attained Tita Cathy’s Discipleship in her Bible Study even I really want to attend but due to my Schedule in school but our ptr. said for you did not choose the qualified one but you called for those who are not qualified in the eyes of everyone and the heart is more matter rather than a physical appearance, you confirm this thing when I attend the United Prayer Rising PH 2017 where I feel the love and your desire what you want me to be. 

“For I know the plans I have for you,”declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future”Jeremiah 29:11

  I know that his plan is better than my plan, He does not call the qualified but he qualifies the called in the scriptures said many are called but few are chosen, I am so bless that I Jesus did not chose me because I am qualified but he chose me because he qualified me. He is my God and Savoir, he is my good friend, my Abba,my provider he never fail his love in me. he is the same yesterday, today forevermore. I believe in God the Father, i believe in Christ the Son and I believe in the holy spirit because our God is 3-in-one. I believe that he is still moving into my life until now.  He is moving in mysterious ways we only need to seek him first and everything will follow by faith he will talk to you he said to his word seek his kingdom first, ask and you will receive knock and the door will open.. I can’t wait that he will speak in me again thru vision, dreams and his word. After the UPRISING in Davao I release how Jesus is preparing me in the big dream that he want me to be, He spoke me in his word that “Do not say i’m too young , but go to the people I send you to, and tell them everything I command you to say. Do not be afraid of them, for I will be with you to protect you. I, the LORD, have spoken!” this is the sweetest word after reading his promise in me. That He will always with me whenever, wherever I’ll do.

“Remember that I have commanded you to be determined and confident! Do not be afraid or discouraged, for I, the LORD your God, am with you wherever you go” GNT Joshua 1:9

“ Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” NIV  

[vmfmp-blog]

Here are the comics a day to catch up on. I have posted them elsewhere but not here as of late. It is going well It makes me feel somewhat productive as I go through my week and gets some creativity out. It is hard to work when you get pretty low. Here is the post after the Doctor letting me down again:

some seriously heavy shit to follow so don't read it unless you want to feel bad for me. Which I don't want but reading over it jesus christ.

I have been more miserable these last two months than I have in my entire life. I have suffered through infections to the bladder, intestines and I am adamant it is due to a tonsillitis that they will not give me drugs for. It is now in my glands playing with my immune system.

I have had a combined 5 hours sleep in 3 days and will be going back to the Dr's again tomorrow to be looked at. Hopefully to change my whole outlook for the better but until then:

I am not well, my physical illnesses have highlighted my mental short comings. As we speak I am again holding off tears to write this post. I switch moods on a dime, I get agitated for no reason and above all I always have some layer of sadness even when sitting in a room of loved ones.

When I feel happy its hard its loud it is the greatest anyone has ever felt but in an instant I am back at ground zero. Sitting surrounded by things that I should be great-full for hearing of people worse off than me, making me feel guilt. How dare I feel this way, when I have so much. Not having an abusive family, having a home food and of course our lord and savoir internet. But I cannot feel any other way.

The worst is when I am in my own mind for to long. It is swimming in poison and negativity that I cannot shake. Despite seeing the best in people I only feel the worst for myself.

Before people get the wrong idea this is not my suicide note. Nor is this stress from work etc I enjoy the quiet of my work.

This is something that I am and struggle with every day and never talk about. I fear that if I do I will bring you down with me and I do not want this feeling for anyone.

I am not well. I am afraid, alone and at the limits of sad and just needed a place to say that. Before I just explode. I firmly believe that if my fiance was not in my life it would not be worth living.

It was pretty bad but I am feeling a little better now. I managed to full ink and start colour on a piece but i was not fold of the colours and how it was going. I had this idea to ‘colour’ it like they do in manga by adding screen tones to the piece and we will look how that goes. If it woulds I can do the full dummy book in screen tones and have some pages in colour.