#demon calm thyself

[decembermoonskz]

WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME?????????? cr.

[decembermoonskz]

@mosviqu suffer with me pls

SANGYEON LIP GLOSS, 2023

[mentha-vacciniumrainbow]

*A random Sinner is fighting Carmilla and Zestial while Odette and Clara are asleep in their cradle. The sinner leans over and sees they are miraculously still asleep*

Random Sinner: My, My aren’t you both good sleepers.

Carmilla: You really think I’m pissed off right now?! DO NOT WAKE MY BABIES!!!

R.S 《Oh, please, if all the sparring and kicking didn't wake them nothing will! 》 he said. Unluckily for him, in his distraction he activated one of the twins' doll, who started reciting a whole set of phrases. The children immediately woke up and started screaming.

《Ooops?》 Said R.S., noticing Carmilla’s eye twitching 《well, I'm sure they will settle on their own... 》

《SETTLE ON THEIR OWN?!》 Screamed Carmilla, grabbing the man by the collar 《HAVE YOU EVER HAD A CHILD???》

《Well... no...》

《I DO. TWINS. 》 her fury was enough to make her hair stand up, as electrified 《Have you idea of what I'll have to do to calm them? Nurse. A whole nap time routine from the start. TWICE. I HAVEN'T SLEPT 5 HOURS STRAIGHT IN 4 MONTHS》

He tried to apologise, but her anger wasn't to be easily placated

《HELP!!!》 The sinner screamed, terrified.

He turned to Zestial, his previous enemy, looking for some assistence... but sympathy was not what he found.

《It's quite the well known rule, to nor wake a tired mother's sleeping children...》 he said, slowly morphing in his full demon form 《especially if she's not thr only one who has been kept awake》 he added, his shadows immobilising and silencing the sinner. He paused, turning towards Carmilla that was now holding the children to her chest 《Carmilla, dearest, doth thou wish to handle him thyself or would thou rater settle the little eanlings?》

《I need to put them back to sleep or they will be fussy all day. Dear friend, could you please bring out the trash for me? 》 She asked, looking at the squirming captive

《With immense pleasure, mine dearest 》

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Leper's Prayer (Leviticus 14:1-32; Mark 1:40-45; Luke 5:12-16)

1 And when he had come down from the mountain, great crowds followed him. 2 And behold, a leper came up to [him] and did him homage, saying, Lord, if thou wilt, thou art able to cleanse me. 3 And he stretched out his hand and touched him, saying, I will; be cleansed. And immediately his leprosy was cleansed. 4 And Jesus says to him, See thou tell no man, but go, shew thyself to the priest, and offer the gift which Moses ordained, for a testimony to them.

The Centurion's Great Faith (Luke 7:1-10; John 4:43-54)

5 And when he had entered into Capernaum, a centurion came to him, beseeching him, 6 and saying, Lord, my servant lies paralytic in the house, suffering grievously. 7 And Jesus says to him, I will come and heal him. 8 And the centurion answered and said, Lord, I am not fit that thou shouldest enter under my roof; but only speak a word, and my servant shall be healed. 9 For I also am a man under authority, having under me soldiers, and I say to this [one], Go, and he goes; and to another, Come, and he comes; and to my bondman, Do this, and he does it. 10 And when Jesus heard it, he wondered, and said to those who followed, Verily I say unto you, Not even in Israel have I found so great faith. 11 But I say unto you, that many shall come from [the] rising and setting [sun], and shall lie down at table with Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob in the kingdom of the heavens; 12 but the sons of the kingdom shall be cast out into the outer darkness: there shall be the weeping and the gnashing of teeth. 13 And Jesus said to the centurion, Go, and as thou hast believed, be it to thee. And his servant was healed in that hour.

Jesus Heals at Peter's House (Mark 1:29-34; Luke 4:38-41)

14 And when Jesus had come to Peter's house, he saw his mother-in-law laid down and in a fever; 15 and he touched her hand, and the fever left her, and she arose and served him. 16 And when the evening was come, they brought to him many possessed by demons, and he cast out the spirits with a word, and healed all that were ill; 17 so that that should be fulfilled which was spoken through Esaias the prophet, saying, Himself took our infirmities and bore our diseases.

The Cost of Following Jesus (Luke 9:57-62; Luke 14:25-33; John 6:60-65)

18 And Jesus, seeing great crowds around him, commanded to depart to the other side. 19 And a scribe came up and said to him, Teacher, I will follow thee whithersoever thou mayest go. 20 And Jesus says to him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the heaven roosting-places; but the Son of man has not where he may lay his head. 21 But another of his disciples said to him, Lord, suffer me first to go away and bury my father. 22 But Jesus said to him, Follow me, and leave the dead to bury their own dead.

Jesus Stills the Storm (Mark 4:35-41; Luke 8:22-25)

23 And he went on board ship and his disciples followed him; 24 and behold, [the water] became very agitated on the sea, so that the ship was covered by the waves; but he slept. 25 And the disciples came and awoke him, saying, Lord save: we perish. 26 And he says to them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then, having arisen, he rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm. 27 But the men were astonished, saying, What sort [of man] is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him?

Demons Cast into Pigs (Mark 5:1-20; Luke 8:26-39)

28 And there met him, when he came to the other side, to the country of the Gergesenes, two possessed by demons, coming out of the tombs, exceeding dangerous, so that no one was able to pass by that way. 29 And behold, they cried out, saying, What have we to do with thee, Son of God? hast thou come here before the time to torment us? 30 Now there was, a great way off from them, a herd of many swine feeding; 31 and the demons besought him, saying, If thou cast us out, send us away into the herd of swine. 32 And he said to them, Go. And they, going out, departed into the herd of swine; and lo, the whole herd [of swine] rushed down the steep slope into the sea, and died in the waters. 33 But they that fed them fled, and went away into the city and related everything, and what had happened as to those possessed by demons. 34 And behold, the whole city went out to meet Jesus; and when they saw him, they begged [him] to go away out of their coasts. — Matthew 8 | 1890 Darby Bible (DARBY) The Darby Translation of the Holy Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Genesis 43:33; Exodus 4:7; Leviticus 13:49; Judges 11:12; 1 Samuel 2:9; 1 Kings 19:20; Psalm 65:7; Psalm 104;12; Psalm 107:20; Psalm 112:10; Isaiah 49:12; Isaiah 53:4; Isaiah 59:19; Daniel 7:13; Amos 7:12; Habakkuk 3:10; Malachi 1:11; Matthew 4:23-24; Matthew 7:6; Matthew 7:29; Matthew 9:9; Matthew 9:18; Matthew 9:22; Mark 1:27; Mark 1:29-30; Mark 1:32; Mark 2:14; Mark 4:35-36; Mark 4:38; Mark 5:1; Mark 5:13; Luke 4:38; Luke 9:57; Luke 4:40; Luke 7:1; Luke 7:3; Luke 7:9; Luke 8:22; Luke 8:34; Luke 9:1; John 4:50; Acts 2:7; 1 Corinthians 16:6; Revelation 22:15

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@noramoons

230622: BOUNCY — kim hongjoong.

[gazrgaley]

Sin Eater (Part 1, chapter 2)

A little over a week in and he still felt like an outcast. The room he and the other boys stayed in was small, but Richard found it felt so much bigger as he noticed that very few of the boys would sit or sleep near him. There were a few beds, but these were reserved for the older boys, leaving Richard with no choice but to find a spot on the cold, hard floor and hope he would be able to get a blanket.

This was made even harder for Richard as he noticed that all the younger boys would sleep in a pile next to each other for warmth, excluding him completely. He was an outsider in a place he had never imagined he would end up in. Richard knew all the kids, or at least he had seen them around before all this happened. But it was entirely different now that he had to live with them. They had been on their best behavior when the adults were around, but they were completely different when they were alone.

As the new kid, Richard found himself at the bottom of the social hierarchy in the group. He had no say in where he slept, how much food he could eat, or even the respect he received. Everything he did was ridiculed, even down to the color of his eyes.

"Why dost thou have red eyes?" The question was oft repeated by the other boys, pestering him day after day. "Art thou some kind of devil? Devils are forbidden within the holy sanctum of the church. I shall inform the father," taunted the boys incessantly, mocking him without respite.

""They're not red, but brown," Richard would say every time, trying to defend himself. That had been what his parents told him. But in the right lighting, even he had a hard time believing this. In the sun, his eyes looked as bright as emeralds, but it was only in low light that they could pass as brown. Even then, it was a hard sell to the other boys who were relentless in their teasing.

One night, Richard tried to sleep, but his body was in pain. It wasn't just his stomach grumbling from lack of food like the other boys complained about. It was his whole body that hurt, all the way down to his veins. It felt as if they were being pulled, as if the blood was having a hard time passing through him. He had never experienced anything like this before.

Richard was used to a different way of eating. His parents didn't serve food as often as they did here. It was more of a social thing they did when they had people over. Instead, they gave him a red liquid to drink, which no one seemed to understand when he referred to it.

But the pain was almost unbearable now. Huddled in his thin blankets, he tried to sleep, but couldn't. That was when he heard one of the boys, the same one who had been teasing him about his eyes, move closer to him. At first, Richard hoped he was finally being accepted by the others, but he couldn't be that lucky. The boy whispered cruel and unkind words to him, his voice dripping with malice.

"Hark, thou demon boy! Pray, tell me, why are thine eyes so crimson? Why is thy hair so sable? Doth thy father, Satan, come to fetch thee soon? Thinkest thou thy parents perished in a fire to avoid thee? Surely, they must have detested living with thee!"

Richard clenched his fists, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. He felt a surge of anger and frustration, but he knew responding would only make it worse. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that sleep would come soon and he could escape the harsh reality he found himself in.

But the boy persisted. In an instant, Richard had climbed on top of the boy, grabbing his head and smashing it into the ground. He continued to kick even after one of the older kids pulled him off. "Cease thy tumult, calm thyself," the elder boy commanded, his voice firm yet soothing. Clasping a hand around Richard's mouth to silence him. Waiting for Richard to cease moving before releasing him.

A handful of the slumbering lads stirred and cast wary glances around. The elder boy, speaking with a tone of reassurance, declared, "All is well, lads. Return to your rest." Whether they truly went back to sleep remained uncertain, for none bothered to look up again.

Whilst still keeping Richard at bay, the elder lad drew nearer to the younger one and inquired, "Art thou well?" Since Richard was yanked off of him, he hadn't moved. He took a few steps towards the youngster, peeking back to make sure Richard was still there. He crouched down next to him and gave Richard a terrified look before turning away. "He's dead," he spoke in a low voice so no one else could hear.

Wrapping the child in the blanket, he escorted Richard out of the room and down the stairs.

"Pray, what is it?" Richard inquired, wincing as the older boy's fingers dug deep into his wrist. "Whither are we bound?"

The older boy didn't answer until they were deep in the forest. At that instant, Richard realized the gravity of his actions. The older boy laid the dead body onto the ground. Richard hadn't meant to hurt him, not like that. There was a tightness in his chest as he choked back his sobs.

"Verily, that was not my intention," Richard said through his tears, "I merely sought to cease his cruel taunts." His cheeks flushed with tears and his nose ran with snot.

"Aye, I'm well aware," the older boy replied, his voice calm and measured, as he knelt down to Richard's level. "Fear not, lad, such occurrences are not uncommon. I shall take care of it." His hands gripped Richard's arms firmly, conveying both sympathy and authority. "But henceforth, thou must follow my instructions to the letter." He released Richard and stood, scanning the surroundings. "I shall go fetch a shovel, so tarry here till I return."

Richard was all by himself with the body. As he approached, he saw that the child was around his age. His dead form appeared nearly unreal. His nose was bashed in and dried blood plastered his face. Despite being terrified and not wanting to view the body, Richard moved closer to it.

The ache in his body screamed louder than ever. His blood was practically begging him to take action. His teeth began to grow, then split. He hadn't noticed any of that before everything around him turned black.

The older lad had to draw Richard away from the younger one for the second time that evening. This time, though, there was blood in Richard's mouth. The older boy stood between Richard and the dead body so Richard was unable to see it.

A horrifying moment of realization as the red liquid in his mouth had a similar taste to the drinks his parents gave him. The older boy was staring at him intently. That gradually changed from skepticism to enjoyment. "What exactly are you?"

Richard screamed, unable to comprehend what he had done. All he could think about was why he had bitten the kid and why his body was no longer in pain. "Nay, I did not. I doth not comprehend. I did not partake in such actions."

When the older boy seized Richard's arm, he tried to flee. "Verily, thou art surely in league with the Devil!" Drinking the blood from aye little boy."

"No," Richard spoke up. Religion had never been something that was a big part of his life, not until recently. But it had become his one comfort.

"But I do know that if the Lord above hath cursed me, I shall never lay eyes upon my dear parents again," Richard spoke with fervor. "I am righteous, and God doth love me. I am not a devil, nor the spawn of Satan. I shall reunite with my beloved parents once more."

Richard started to calm when he discovered the older lad wasn't unhappy or furious. He appeared to be content."Verily, thou shalt indeed be reunited with thy parents, but thou must calm thyself presently," the older lad spoke with a commanding tone.

Richard paused as the older lad knelt down and met his gaze. "If thou art a devil, then so be it, for it is God who hath made thee thus," the older lad said solemnly. "Perchance it is a trial that thou must overcome." Richard nodded, taking heed of the lad's words. "I am willing to aid thee, young Richard, if thou wouldst but hearken unto my counsel," the lad said with a reassuring smile, his countenance glowing with warmth.

Greeting, fair sir," Joseph spoke with a formal tone, removing his hat and bowing slightly. "I am called Joseph. And might I inquire about thy name?" He extended his hand to Richard, who hesitantly took it, their fingers clasping in a gesture of greeting. Joseph then drew Richard into a warm embrace, which Richard found surprisingly comforting, feeling a sense of protection he hadn't experienced since coming to the church.

"Fear not, young lad," Joseph spoke softly, his words like a balm to Richard's troubled heart. "I shall take good care of thee. I shall make arrangements for thee to be reunited with thy parents." Joseph's words brought a glimmer of hope to Richard's eyes, but then Joseph continued, "And if thou hast a need for blood, we shall identify the proper individuals for thee to draw from."

Richard's eyes widened, and he took a step back, feeling a mix of confusion and concern. "Blood, sir?" he asked, his voice quavering. "I do not understand. What meanest thou?"

Joseph's expression softened, and he spoke gently. "Forgive me, young sir. 'Tis a complicated matter. We shall explain it to thee in due time, and only if thou art willing. Thy well-being is our utmost concern, and we shall ensure that thou art informed and consenting in all matters."

Richard looked at Joseph and nodded slowly, still feeling uncertain but willing to trust the lad's words. "Thank thee, sir," he said softly. "I... I just want to see my parents again."

Joseph smiled kindly. "Indeed, young lad. We shall do our best to make that happen. In the meantime, thou art safe here with us, and we shall care for thee as best we can."

Richard nodded, feeling a sense of relief mixed with curiosity about the mysterious ways of Joseph and the church. With Joseph's reassurance, he hoped that he had found a place where he could finally feel protected and supported, even amidst the uncertainties that lay ahead.

[decembermoonskz]

hello I’m not okay :))))))))) /hj

[ave-immaculata]

Ms Tiny Catholic,

I left Christianity for a few years and fell into a ‘Wicca-witchcraft-polytheistic-blah blah- ghost contacting’ phase. Recently, I’ve found Catholicism and have been purging my belonging and habits that are related to that “witchy” phase when I find them, but I’m worried I’m not doing enough. I experienced things I can not explain and had interactions that scare me deeply now. Last night I dreamt my house was plagued by demons and woke up unwell and poorly rested. I’m not sure about most Christians, but I believe that some of the witchcraft being practiced now is real and not just aesthetic and I’ve naively let dark forces into my life. Am I just paranoid? Is there anything I can do?

Praise God that you’ve encountered His Church and are starting to orient yourself towards Him!! I had a similar experience in my conversion. In my personal opinion I think the situation could be a bit of both things (real darkness as a result of the occult, but also you psyching yourself out a little bit). I absolutely believe that (some) witchcraft is real and can invite demonic spirits in, and I can’t rule out whether or not that’s happened, but I think there’s a level of healthy paranoia and and a level of unhealthy paranoia. Here would be my suggestions! I’m going to include a list of prayers at the bottom, which are generally my favourites for demonic issues and protection from evil. Sacramentals are also a great gift of the Church and while they’re not magical talismans or anything, I find they can be very comforting, and if you have them blessed by a Priest they can help to be a protective presence. St. Benedict Medals are amazing, as well as Holy Water and/or exorcised salt. If you haven’t already, I’d also really recommend reaching out to a Priest to discuss the conversion and fears you’re having! If you’re not struggling with compulsions or scrupulosity I also find a quick Hail Mary or request for peace from the Holy Spirit can b really calming in a frightening moment.

I ask Jesus to seal me in His most Precious Blood against any and all incursions of the evil one, in particular, against any clinging, familial, familiar, or retaliating spirits, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

I adjure all of you evil spirits, in the Name of the spotless Lamb of God, Jesus of Nazareth, to depart from here. I cast you out, every unclean spirit, every phantom, every encroachment of the devil. Yield then to God! You are vanquished in your citadel,  all you vile demons. The most Sovereign Queen of Heaven, the glorious and ever Virgin Mary; her immaculate purity drives you out; before her countenance you must flee. Give way you evil spirits to the Queen of Heaven. She is destined by Almighty God to crush your head with her heel.

Almighty God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, most Holy Trinity, Immaculate Virgin Mary, Angels, Archangels, and Saints of Heaven, descend upon me. Please purify me Lord, mold me, fill me with Thyself, and use me. Banish all the forces of evil from me, destroy them, vanquish them, so that I do Thy Holy Will. Banish from me all spells, witchcraft, black eye, malefice, ties, maledictions, and the evil eye; diabolic infestations, oppressions, possessions all that is evil and sinful; jealousy, perfidy, envy; physical, psychological, moral, spiritual, diabolical ailments. Cast into hell all demons working these evils, that they may never again tough me or any other creature in the entire world. I command and bid all the powers who molest me, by the power of God Almighty, in the Name of Jesus Christ out Saviour, through the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, to leave me forever, and to be consigned into the everlasting hell.

May the Lord Jesus Christ be with me, that He may defend me; may He be within me, that He may conserve me; may He be before me, that He may lead me; may He be after me, so that He may guard me; may He be above me, that He may bless me, with God the Father and the Holy Spirit Who live and reign forever and ever.

Lord Jesus Christ, in Your love and mercy, pour Thy Precious Blood over me so that no demon or disembodied spirit may retaliate against me. Mary, surround me with thy mangle, blocking any retaliating spirits from having any authority over me. St. Michael, surround me with thy shield, so that no evil spirit may take revenge on me. Queen of Heaven and St. Michael, send down the legions of angels under your command to fight off any spirits that would seek to harm me. All you Saints of Heaven, impede any retaliating spirit from influencing me. Lord, Thou art the Just Judge, the avenger of the wicked, the Advocate of the Just, we beg in Thy mercy, that all we ask of Mary, the angels and the Saints of Heaven be also granted to our loved ones, those who pray for us, and their loved ones, that for Thy Glory’s sake, we may enjoy Thy perfect protection.

St. Joseph, terror of demons, cast your solemn gaze upon the devil and all his minions, and protect us with your mighty staff. You fled through the night to avoid the devil’s wicked designs. Now, with the power of God, smite the demons as they flee from you. Grant special protection, we pray, for children, fathers, families, and the dying. By God’s grace, no demon dares approach while you are near, so we beg of you, always be near to us.

St. Michael the archangel, defend us in battle; be our protections against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do thou O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, cast into hell Satan and all the other evil spirits who prowl through the world seeking the ruin of souls.

Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom His love entrusts me here; ever this day/night be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and gude.

God bless you anon, I hope things go well!! Praying for you.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

* * * *

James Grissom

Musician, heal thyself. Over the course of his long career, the Canadian singer-songwriter and poet Leonard Cohen (1934-2016) honed a distinctive style that infused joy with melancholy and mixed outward calm with edgy bursts of rage at a universe unwilling to yield its meaning. He had a gift for hypnotic song lines and for sexy lyrics that flirted with the metaphysical. A constant seeker after spiritual solace and artistic inspiration, he was widely celebrated at his death as a wise prophet whose musical language could reach the soul.

But the 39-year-old Leonard Cohen to whom the acclaimed Canadian-Israeli author Matti Friedman introduces us in his latest book, “Who by Fire: Leonard Cohen in the Sinai,” has not yet become that idolized figure. He is, instead, an artist who at midlife feels stuck, stalled and riven by inner demons.

How Cohen finds his way through this personal impasse is an intriguing, parable-like tale of a pacifism-leaning troubadour who rediscovers his purpose in the Sinai desert during the Yom Kippur War of 1973. But it is more than that. As viewed through Friedman’s reportorial lens, Cohen’s journey also becomes part of the much broader historical saga of Israel and the Jewish diaspora. And as Cohen’s many fans can attest, the music that resulted from this uncanny intersection is almost revelatory.

In 1974, still reflecting on the Yom Kippur War, he would compose “Who by Fire.” The phrase comes from the solemn prayer chanted every Yom Kippur, the Unetaneh Tokef, which gravely asks us to consider what fate the next year may hold for each of us, who will die and who will live. Cohen had been close to death, and had seen death, on the battlefield in the Sinai. But he did not die there; he was reborn. One might even say he chose life, afterward, by returning to his partner Suzanne and having a second child with her, and sitting down to compose song after song after song, including “Anthem” and “Hallelujah.” 

It’s a choice that continues to give us reason to sing along in thanks.

--From a review by Diane Cole in Washington Post."Who By Fire" is published by Spiegel & Grau.

[Follies of God]

[balaclavacharles]

CHARLES YOU CRAZY LITTLE DEMON, CALM THYSELF

This is not good for my heart

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@scoupsy

[mammonology]

Seething ⟨All 7 of them⟩

—Just some jealous hcs for all of the boys!~

—WC; 781

—A/N: For my 100 follower celebration, I decided to post this jealousy headcanons for them, thank you for 100, I'll continue on to write and improve! <3

➷Calm and collected but he's raging inside, he trusts you really. But that guy just looks sus, he would definitely haul you away by saying

❝Diavolo needs you for something❞

➷Wouldn't say he's jealous but it's pretty obvious, he's tense and frowns a lot more than usual

➷Would not tolerate your teasings, probably kiss you to shut you up, but only if you two are alone though, but if he did get fed up

➷He wouldn't hesitate to give you a lil peck on the kiss, and harshly glare at the guy until he leaves, he'll be seeing Lucifer in his sleep tonight, and not in a good way :)

➷In denial, would gasp and be over dramatic.

❝Me?! Why would I be jealous of some low class demon?❞

➷Buried deep inside of him though is insecurity, he would need reassurance after he does confess.

➷A lot of head pats and cuddling for sure, he would be beside you the whole time and if any demon or sorcerer or angel looks at you too long he would probably hiss 😂

➷He doesn't want you to be taken away from him :( so he tries to be better and not be 'scummy' anymore

➷Would buy a promise ring or something cheesy like that so that you can be reminded that 'You're his human'

➷Wouldn't like that his Henry is talking with someone else, especially if they're a good looking demon

➷Self-doubt, would push you away and avoid you for a few days until you burst into his room.

➷You tell him about how you felt like he was tired of you and that he wants to break up but he's like !!

❝Break up?! I wouldn't dream of it! I mean.. no I don't wanna, it's just because– iwasjealousandstartedtodoubtmyself!❞

➷You're super understanding and just glad he didn't want to break up, so he clings on you like a koala for the rest of the night, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

➷Would contemplate to throw the book he was reading straight at the guy's head, he stops himself though, he didn't wanna cause a scene

➷His eyes bore into the back of the guy's head, he wants to penetrate the skull in order to kill him, then starts to meditate to calm thyself

❝His head looked like a target practice that's all❞

➷You would have to drag him away before he murders the guy, you would smother him with kisses and he'll blush and melt and eventually forget about the guy

➷You would sometimes bring it up, or maybe tease him in front of his friends (Solomon and Simeon) and you better get ready girlie, he is rough

➷Why would his precious darling flirt with someone else? The answer was you weren't

➷He isn't very kind to them, would throw really shady ass comments about how shaggy their clothes look, or how oily his hair is, overall roasting the guy

❝Oh my! At first glance I thought my MC was talking to trash and now that I'm seeing it up close.. they're talking to utter garbage!❞

➷Uhm yeah he's ruthless, the guy would probably get shamed cause who could compete with him?

➷Would pepper your face with kisses, oh.. he got lipstick all over your face now, now everyone knows you belong to him!

➷You're sharing food with a classmate of yours when Beel saw you, he would let out a small pout and walk towards you, his hand on his stomach

➷He's hungry too!! Feed him >:(

➷Your classmates scrambled off leaving you confused, but when you turned around you see Beel standing behind you with the most saddest puppy eyes 🥺

❝Can I have a bite too?❞

➷You invite him to sit with you as you both eat lunch together, he doesn't hold grudges of course, he's just content that you're eating with him

➷Why are you giggling while he's sleeping? Oh, you're texting someone..

➷He tries to drown himself into his pillows to block out your giggles but it was no use, he was bothered

➷Would bring his head up from the pillow, glaring at you and then at your phone, swipes it out of your hands.

❝Are you playing a dating simulator? Really?❞

➷Would toss the phone somewhere behind him, then pull you to him with the most sullen face

❝Why'd you need to download that app, do I not give enough love to you?❞

➷Guilt tripping? More likely than you think, would put it in the past but would check your phone every now and then to see if you're still playing that stupid game

➷And if you are.. he's deleting it, no questions asked

✧Lumi

[panlight]

Thy will be done, pt 1

Carlisle’s transformation should have been its own movie here let me help. 

He chased the creature down the narrow alley and held his torch high, trying to find some trace of the unholy thing in the dim light--the streets of London were notorious for being poorly lit--but he saw nothing, heard nothing. "Show thyself, monster!" He heard the faint whisper of rustling fabric and suddenly the torch was yanked from his hand and thrown to the ground. He reached for it, but he was not swift enough: it rolled into a puddle on the damp street and went out with a hiss, plunging Carlisle's world into darkness. The creature was close, very close.  But how could that be?  The garland of garlic blossoms he wore should have repelled it.  And, if that folk remedy failed, surely the cross around his neck would protect him from the foul creature's demonic designs.  As his eyes slowly adjusted to the light--or, more accurately, the lack thereof--Carlisle tried to steady his breathing, to calm himself.   "Show thyself!"  he called out again, his voice faltering only slightly.

Before he could take another breath, Carlisle was smashed against the wall of the alley, the back of his head slamming against the stone with a sickening crack. The monster's face hovered before him, but all he could make out in the darkness were its eyes--pitch black, burning with the fire of a violent need--and gleaming white teeth. The creature had him pinned to the wall with only one hand, yet pressing with such force against his chest that Carlisle found it difficult to breathe. The monster's free hand reached for Carlisle's cross. It yanked hard and broke the chain, dangling it in front of Carlisle as he struggled to free himself, before tucking it into the pocket of its ragged clothing. "I fear thee not," Carlisle said, holding his chin high, although his racing heart betrayed his terror. He was at the monster's mercy and he knew, from his study of these creatures, that they had no mercy. "Good always triumphs over evil. Thy unholy actions will not go unpunished." The creature laughed, but its mirth made it ease up on its grasp and Carlisle dropped to the ground, searching for cover. But the monster had the advantage as it could see clearly in the darkness and Carlisle could not. He managed only to grab a fistful of dirt before the creature grasped him by the collar of his shirt and darted forward with lightning speed. Carlisle twisted out of the way as best he could, but as before he was not swift enough: the demon's teeth ripped through the thin cloth of Carlisle's shirt and tore into the flesh of his arm. Never had he experienced such pain.  Sharp as a knife and hot as fire all at once, it made it difficult to think or react.  Yet, somehow, he managed to retain enough presence of mind to throw the handful of dirt into the monster's face.  It snarled and released him momentarily as it blinked the dirt out of its dark eyes. Carlisle tried to run, clutching his bleeding arm and stumbling in the dark, but he didn't get far. He collapsed near the puddle where the torch had gone out and splashed the dirty water on the wound in a frantic attempt to quell the flaming sensation which was spreading through his entire arm. The creature lunged again, biting his shoulder this time; Carlisle rolled to the side and the monster landed another wound on his back.  Apparently tired of toying with the human, the demon pulled Carlisle from the ground and restrained him with impossibly strong arms; Carlisle thought he heard a rib or two crack, but the hellfire of the demon’s bites made it impossible to feel any other pain. Carlisle resigned himself to certain death and turned his thoughts to God, reciting the Lord's Prayer over and over in his mind as the demon tore into his throat. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name. The world grew hazy, distant, as if Carlisle were already no longer a part of it. He became too weak to struggle any further. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Through the haze he made out a few sounds.   Frantic, pounding footsteps on the worn cobblestone. . . followed by gasps of unfathomable horror. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. "Carlisle!!" The monster tensed and then released him, letting Carlisle crumple to the ground like a heap of discarded rags as it turned its attention to the others. Carlisle wanted to cry out to them, to tell them to leave him and save themselves, but he couldn't find his voice.  Instead he pressed a hand to his throat to try and stop the bleeding.  It was difficult: each movement he made, however slight, was excruciating.  Fire was spreading from every wound the demon had inflicted; Carlisle could feel it pulsing through his veins. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from Evil . . . "My God! Carlisle!  We have to help him!" "'Tis too late for him, John--he's been bitten.  May God have mercy on his soul." Carlisle watched, horrified, as the monster snapped the neck of one of the men, killing him instantly.  His body fell to lie near Carlisle's and he could see it was John Rogers--a dear friend since childhood.  With what little strength Carlisle had, he reached out and closed his dead eyes. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen. William Ackworth fell next, and Carlisle found himself, rather wickedly, envying the ease and speed of their deaths. Why was it that the monster should torture and toy with him and dispatch the others so quickly?  As the demon effortlessly slung the unconscious body of Giles Glover over its shoulder, it turned to glance at Carlisle. He once again prepared himself for death, but instead of putting him out of his misery the creature smiled and then vanished into the night, leaving the son of Pastor Cullen bleeding on the cold street.

PART 2

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Shying Away

Pairing: Crowley x Female Angel!Reader

Word Count: 1239

Requested: Yes

Description: A couple of incidents in which Crowley flirts and because of your chronic shyness and overall awkwardness you divert his advances.

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“Y/n, what are the odds that I’d run into you here?” Crowley asked as he leaned up against the bookshelf you were trying to restock.

“Oh, I’d say the odds are pretty good, Crowley,” you rolled your eyes at him, “This is Aziraphale’ bookshop and I just so happen to work here.”

“Good point,” Crowley said, “what do you say we get out of here?”

“What did you have in mind?” you asked without looking at him as you slid another book into place.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Crowley shrugged, “Maybe a romantic stroll through the park?”

The entire stack of books you held in your arms clattered to the ground and when you knelt down to regather them, Crowley leaned down to help.

“It seems you’ve got butter fingers, love,” Crowley chuckled as he picked a couple of the weathered tomes.

“S-sorry,” you stammered as a blush crept up your cheeks, “They just, uh, slipped.”

“Right,” Crowley smiled knowingly, “Here you are.”

“Th-thanks,” your hand shook slightly as you took the book back.

Crowley smirked when your hands brushed slightly and the slight blush tinging your cheeks deepened furiously.

“So, how about that walk in the park?” Crowley asked.

“I actually have to, um, do a different activity,” you said lamely.

“An activity?” Crowley’s eyebrows arched skeptically.

“Yeah, I’ve had it planned awhile,” you explained as you hastily placed the remaining books in their places, “and, oh, look at the time! I’m actually running late for that activity, so if you’ll excuse me!”

“Wait, angel-,” Crowley tried to get you to slow down but you cut him off.

“I’ll, um, talk to you later, Crowley,” you said before you popped out of existence on your way anywhere that wasn’t the bookshop.

“Crowley is that you?” Aziraphale called as he descended from the flat upstairs.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Crowley shook his head as he stared where you had been standing only moments before.

“Where’s Y/n?” Aziraphale frowned when he noticed your absence.

“Apparently she had an activity to do elsewhere,” Crowley replied.

“Oh lord,” Aziraphale sighed, “you did it again, didn’t you?”

“Did what?” Crowley asked innocently.

“You tried flirting with her,” Aziraphale said, “You know that she’s much to shy for that.”

“All I did was ask her to accompany me on a walk through the park,” Crowley defended himself.

“I highly doubt that you phrased it so lightly if she popped out of the shop so quickly,” Aziraphale said skeptically as he examined the shelf you had been working on, “She didn’t put these back in their proper places.”

“So?” Crowley asked, “What do a few books matter?”

“She would never store the books so carelessly,” Aziraphale explained as he removed the books and put them back in their proper places, “She’s the one who set up this filing system. She knows where every single book goes and would never leave a book out of place. Unless you had flustered her.”

“Okay, fine,” Crowley relented, “I may have asked her out for a romantic walk in the park.”

“Crowley,” Aziraphale groaned, “You know better.”

“It’s not my fault that she is so shy,” Crowley argued.

“No, but after 6000 years you should know better,” Aziraphale chastised him, “She’s always been quite delicate.”

“And I love that about her,” Crowley admitted, “and Satan knows she’s such a perfectionist that it’s hard to get her to do anything that puts a toe out of line but I’ve been trying to be subtle for centuries and it’s gotten me nowhere. It’s now or never Aziraphale. The end of the world is less than 11 years away now.”

“Subtle?” Aziraphale scoffed, “Is that what you call the incident at the globe?”

“Well,” Crowley considered as he recalled that day, “maybe that time wasn’t so subtle.”

*flashback*

“Aziraphale,” you groaned as you watched the lone performer on the stage deliver his lines, “why are we here?”

“I thought you liked Shakespeare?” Aziraphale asked.

“I do but I much prefer his funny ones,” you replied as you struggled to ignore the travesty occurring on such a magnificent stage, “This is just… not good.”

“Oh, give it a chance,” Aziraphale pleaded.

“I’ve been trying,” you said petulantly, “but it’s so dull.”

“Maybe I can make things more interesting,” Crowley whispered in your ear.

“Crowley!” you yelped and stumbled away startled by his sudden appearance.

“Careful!” Crowley exclaimed when you tripped over your skirt.

He quickly caught you and when you looked up at him you blushed furiously, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, angel,” Crowley smiled as he guided you back into a fully upright position.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you struggled to hide how flustered you were.

“Heard you two were in the area,” Crowley shrugged, “Thought I would drop by but I hate to see such a pretty face so distraught.”

“I am some pretty face, Crowley,” you mumbled, “and I am not distraught.”

“Oh, it’s alright to admit it,” Crowley patted your cheek lightly, “Why don’t I liven things up a bit?”

You were so tongue-tied from Crowley’s actions that it was up to Aziraphale to protest when Crowley sauntered up to the stage and climbed up.

“Crowley, what do you think you’re doing?!” Aziraphale watched in horror as Crowley shooed the actor off the stage.

Before anyone could stop him, Crowley cleared his throat and began delivering a speech,

“O my angel, wherefore art thou an angel?

Deny thy mother and refuse thy name.

Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love

And I’ll no longer be a demon.

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy:

Thou art thyself, though not an angel.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet;

So Angel would, were she not an angel call’d,

Retain that dear perfection which she owes

Without that title. Angel, doff thy name,

And for that name, which is no part of thee,

Take all myself.”

Once he was done, Crowley hopped off the stage and sauntered confidently back over to you, where you were trying to hide behind Aziraphale.

“How was that, angel?” Crowley asked grinning broadly, “I know it hardly followed all the rules but I was inspired by your beauty.”

“I-I’ve got to go,” you squeaked before you vanished into thin air.

“Well done, Crowley,” Aziraphale sighed dramatically, “You’ve gone and embarrassed the poor girl.”

“Where do you think she went?” Crowley asked, mildly disappointed by your reaction.

“Oh, if I know her she probably popped away to our living quarters,” Aziraphale considered, “She’ll need to calm down and process being put on the spot like that.”

“Where is that then?” Crowley asked.

“Oh no, you wily serpent,” Aziraphale wagged his finger at Crowley crossly, “You will not be going and bothering her anymore today.”

“Come on, Aziraphale,” Crowley begged, “I just want to-,”

Before Crowley could continue he was interrupted, “Excuse me, gents,” Shakespeare said, “That was quite the performance would you mind if I borrowed some of it?”

“Not at all,” Crowley said dismissively, “Now would you mind leaving my friend and me alone?”

*end flashback*

“She was not happy when Romeo and Juliet was released,” Crowley laughed, “She didn’t speak to me for over a century.”

“That’s the closest I’ve ever come to murder,” Crowley and Aziraphale spun around when they heard your voice behind them.

“You came back!” Crowley was shocked.

“Yes, well,” you said timidly and blushed, “I am a bit tired after nearly 6000 years of running.”

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Note: Hope you enjoyed, @owba-chan! Thank you for the request! Also, the flashback scene isn’t the scene from the show. Not a 100% sure where in history it would fit but I thought the stage bit was a cute idea, so I went with it anyway. Have a great week, everyone! ~M

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flaw·less/ˈflôləs/ adjective without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect. example: Choi Seungcheol is flawless

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My Thoughts While Watching S2 E2 of “Twin Peaks”

I was totally gonna do a summary but:

1. THAT KID IS A DEMON. DEMON. MAGIC MY EMPTY WATER BOTTLE. THAT AIN’T SLIGHT OF HAND. HE SACRIFICED SOMEONE WHY HASN’T HE POPPED UP UNTIL NOW?!

2. The kid’s the dwarf ain’t ‘e?

3. A lot of people were Laura’s ‘friend’

4. Yo why this demon French? “I have a solitary” so “I’m very lonely” or something to that effect

5. Them fighting with the chair has me crying. I feel like that was unscripted

6. Why are they toasting marshmallows in cute footie socks? No cute bois allowed

7. OMG ANDY THE TAPE

8. Bobby’s dad is so sweetly tolerant of Log Lady

9. Oh, poor Andy. 

10. HANK USED TO BE A BOOKHOUSE BOY?!

11. Surprised her dad even noticed

12. I SWEAR LEO

13. Audrey is my goddess, my queen, ahhhhhhhhhhhh

14. LAURA IS A SUCCUBUS

15. AUDREY IS A SUCCUBUS

16. Dude, Bobby, she just got out of the hospital, calm thyself

17. I’m screaaaaaaaaming, he’s a freaking UFO dude

18. DO YOU HEAR THAT? “THE OWLS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM”

19. And he sings. HE SINGS GUYS JAMES IS MY BF NOW

20. Guys James looks sooooooo cuddly