#earth 1015

[spider-jaysart]

1: how did Jon and Damian meet in earth 1015?

2: how would they tease each other romantically?

3: how do they cuddle?

4: is the super-sons stories canon? Is so is it exactly the same or is there some difference?

5: who is their arch nemesis? Both together and separate

@pin-crusher2000

1: how did Jon and Damian meet in earth 1015?

The same way as the books, but they were slightly younger instead, like Damian was 10 1/2 and Jon was 9 1/2. Currently in my canon, Damian is now 12 and Jon is 11

2: how would they tease each other romantically?

It's pretty similar to how they used to do it when they were just best friends, but the only difference is that there are plenty of snuck in flirts thrown into it now lol and ends with some kind of affection or them playfully trying to hit eachother. Their love for eachother is too disgustingly cute and it grosses everyone out lmaoooo. It makes them wonder if their old constant fighting was better before this lol/jk

3: how do they cuddle?

Hmmm, the regular position usually. Jon is also the big spoon and initiates them a lot. He is always ready to grab Damian into one lol, even in his sleep, and he doesn't let go so easily when passed out

Despite being annoyed with it way back in the beginning of their friendship, Damian has grown used to them overtime ofc and now loves being in Jon's arms. Sometimes he even initiates them himself too when he's had a bad or long day and just wants peace and comfort to destress and get away from it all in his head, and his boyfriend is the biggest go to for all of that

Sometimes one of them sleeps on top of the other, while the other wraps an arm over them while also playing with their hair. Whenever Jon is laying on Damian, he's listening to his boyfriend's heartbeat, which is his favorite sound out of all things hehe

Other times they just come back from patrol and fall on top of one another and end up in a messy cuddle in their sleep lmao

4: is the super-sons stories canon? Is so is it exactly the same or is there some difference?

Yes, they all stayed the same for my universe, but that only goes for the og books, nothing after those like the age up and Jon solos for example are canon in it. The only thing I would change up though is the way Talia was written, but that's it. What I would rewrite entirely is the after books to fit my version of my universe better, which I already already have kind of done actually lol

5: who is their arch nemesis? Both together and separate

Hmm well, I saw your ask about Jon and a villian Peacock Boy/Man lol and I think it's a very clever and cool idea you came up with, so that's who I pick for him (I haven't answered it yet btw because I have a design that I wanted to put with it lol, so dw). I'm thinking it could be a creepy man who represents Peacocks as something more terrifying then what they are (to Jon at least lol) and happily uses Jon's fear to his advantage as much as he can to overpower him and win in fights between them. But overtime, Jon being forced to deal with this villian a lot of the time only helps him to unexpectedly become stronger against his big phobia so much better, helping him grow the courage to really start kicking this dudes butt and show him who's really boss. But the guy ofc always comes up with new ways to get back at Jon once again until next time, since he is so used to the good old pattern of messing with him as a victim before he learned to finally stand up to him properly, so with this, they still stay arch nemesis no matter what

And then for Damian, hmmmmmm, I got this on the spot tbh, but maybe someone who is just as skilled as him in combat, but with different techniques ofc, and they also have the ability to control the minds of animals they kidnap and makes them commit crimes for them (I'm thinking it should be a girl) and Damian is ofc very against it since he's an animal lover. I have don't have further details to go into rn, but I think it works well as something😅

And then for together, mmmmmm, I feel like this maybe needs more thought since I can't think of much rn, so I'll probably have an idea next time if that's alright

Thanks for the ask, crusher! :)

Hope I answered these well. Send in more if you want

[hauntingblue]

Oden's prophecy of young pirates coming to save wano becoming yamato's hope for his freedom.... and him becoming oden because of it.... it's just so good... on the other side luffy taking ace's spot for liberating yamato... I think I hauve covid

[cottonlemonade]

Plan B

word count: 1015 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, pining

warnings: none

synopsis: he is trying to convince you to go out with him

The café was in its typical morning lull when you came in. After the coffee rush of the business crowd and students on their way to class there were now only a few people seated comfortably around the small round tables, chatting idly and enjoying a piece of quiet in the hustle of a new Monday. This was your favorite time of the day. The early spring sun was shining happily through the large front windows, making the dark wooden walls appear as if dipped in honey. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the soothing scent of cookies, all amidst the faint sound of traffic humming underneath the soft clanking of spoons gave you a deep sense of calm.

After the daily round of hellos and how-are-yous, you put on your black apron and got to work in the kitchen, starting on the preparations for lunch.

“Manager?”, an hour later as you just put the finishing touches on a batch of orange drizzle muffins, one of your baristas poked his head through the door and gave you a look. You sighed and joined him in the front by the cash register. Sure enough the tall man waited for you, a wide grin across his handsome face.

“No.”, you told him before he even got the chance to say anything.

“And good morning to you, too.”

“No.”, you said again, beginning to prepare his usual order of simple green tea.

“Just one cup of coffee, we don’t even have to leave the premises.”

“400 yen, please.”

He counted out a small stack of coins on the counter and crossed his arms.

“Where is your cheer squad today?”, you asked, referring to his usual companions of a broad guy with spiky gray hair and a smaller one whose smile rivaled the sun in brightness. Needlessly supervising the last drops of hot water in the to-go cup, you made sure to add the exact amount of tea leaves to a little bag, just so you didn't have to look at him and his ridiculously confident smirk.

“Eh, I think they got tired of you rejecting me.”

“Interesting, any chance that’ll happen to you, too?”

“Sure, I’ll stop”, he slid over to where you were finishing up his order and lowered his voice, “when you stop blushing whenever I ask you out.”

He accepted his order with a wink. “Thank you. See you tomorrow.”

When the door closed behind him, you found your barista leaning against a counter with a cocked eyebrow.

“That makes seven!”, he announced, pointing to a small blackboard on the back wall where you usually wrote down the groceries needed that week. In the lower left hand corner he and the rest of the staff had begun to keep a tally of how often the guy had asked you out so far.

Seven times in three weeks. You smiled against your better judgment. You knew not to take him too seriously. Knew it was just a game to him. When he came in for the first time you had almost dropped a mug, because how could someone look this casually seductive?!

It wasn’t that you didn’t have the urge to say Yes just for the hell of it. But you weren't in the mood to be a short-lived plaything for a guy who probably only thought chubbies were easy. And thus began a regular routine of rejecting him. You didn’t know whether you actually wanted him to stop or if saying No to him had just become a reflex. A wise one probably.

Kuroo groaned and gently hit his head against his desk. Of course the thought that he might be an actual creep for asking you out so much had occurred to him but when he made his initial attempt, you had said Yes at first before immediately changing your answer to No. How on earth could he prove to you that he wasn‘t kidding when he told you that you were on his mind all day? Your smile, your voice, your exceptionally squishable body all brought new amounts of cute-aggression into his life.

At this point he was running out of options. Maybe… maybe he should just wait until you approached him instead - if you ever would, that was. He needed a new idea.

And so, one misguided day, he listened in on the gossip of his coworkers who talked about what mundane things they found attractive in a guy. And that’s how we got here:

Kuroo sat at a large four seater table in the corner of your café. Papers were strewn about, magazines lay open for references. He had loosened his tie and opened the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt; his reading glasses were pushed back onto his nose in regular intervals. It was warmer today. So warm that he had discarded his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, wristwatch glinting in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. He gave a little frown and absentmindedly bit his bottom lip as he consulted one of the articles, sometimes silently mouthing along to paragraphs he read, twirling the pen in his long fingers. He lifted a page to read the next, making a note on a separate sheet, the muscles in his forearm taut while he wrote.

He looked up at nowhere in particular, then closed his eyes and stretched his tired neck, the open shirt tightening around his broad shoulders, the line of his jaw highlighted by the golden light beaming through the large windows…

"Sir.", a waitress stepped professionally to the table, a towel neatly tucked in the waist cord of her apron, hands politely folded in front of her stomach.

"Yes?"

"The manager isn’t here today."

His cheeks started to burn, "Why- I mean… what?"

"And while we do appreciate what you do for the ambiance", a subtle gesture pointed out the girls, women and the barista staring, some even holding up their phone camera, giggling behind their hands, "this isn’t a library, so please order something or free the table."

"…O-of course."

[part 2]

[hypnoneghoul]

Christmas Ghouls 10/10

WC: 1015

Relationship: Phantom & Rain

Tags: Fluff, gift giving

Notes: For Kenna @urmomghoul <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Rain yawned as he padded, half-asleep, into the common room. He was heading for the kitchen, in a desperate need of a cup of coffee. Something caught his eye, though, from one of the couches in front of the TV. “Phantom?”

“Wh– wha’?” the ghoul in question mumbled from where he was drooling onto the couch cushions. “Rainy…”

“What on earth are you doing? Did you sleep here?” The water ghoul plopped down next to Phantom and watched as he stretched with a purr, not unlike a cat. He’s really been spending too much time with Dewdrop.

“Mhm… yeah… but no…”

“What do you mean ‘yeah but no’?” Rain chuckled.

“I fell asleep in bed–” Phantom started explaining, but got interrupted by a yawn, “and then came here in the middle of the night.”

“For…?”

“I dunno. I know there was a reason but I don’t remember now,” the young ghoul giggled, running a hand through his legendary bedhead. Rain shook his head, laughing too. “Wait… isn’t it Christmas?”

“Yeah,” Rain told him. “It is.”

Phantom shot up at that. He was excited for Christmas—nearly as much as for Halloween—since he found out it existed. He definitely didn’t forget, but sleepiness always sent that ghoul into space.

“Finally!” the quintessence ghoul cheered. “Rainy, can I give you your present!?”

“Uhm… sure? If you want.” As soon as the words left Rain’s mouth Phantom was off the couch and kneeling by their Christmas tree. It wasn’t anything huge and the decorations weren’t very… Christmas themed—mostly thanks to Dew and Swiss—but it was theirs, and all the ghoul’s absolutely loved and cherished it. No one cared they were, quite literally, demons from hell, servants of Lucifer himself. Christmas was fun, they had their own traditions and it was a beautiful time for them.

Phantom fished out a gift bag that was signed ‘For Rainy <3’, in his crooked handwriting, from under the tree and returned to the couch. The water ghoul yawned again and accepted he wouldn’t get his coffee that morning, at least anytime soon.

“Merry Christmas, Rainy!” Phantom shoved the bag into his hands and waited expectantly with a grin and bright eyes. Rain looked inside before pulling out a little box. He looked it over with a smile, it was– “I immediately thought of you when I saw it on the line.”

“Online, baby bat,” Rain giggled.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” The quintessence ghoul shrugged. “I thought you’d like it so I got it for you! Do you like it?”

“I do! It looks awesome, I can’t wait to test it out.” It was a little portable projector that was supposed to make ceilings look like flowing water, making the room look like it was underwater. Rain really did like it, he was considering getting it himself for a few months now. His smile didn’t falter when he pulled Phantom into a hug, the younger ghoul trilling happily as he nuzzled into the other’s neck. “Thank you very much, baby bat. I love it. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he purred, wrapping his arms around Rain’s waist. A few moments passed and Rain really thought Phantom fell back asleep hanging off of him. He even tried to maneuver them both to lay down on the couch properly, but that’s when the ghoul stirred, and Rain got a different idea.

“What about I get you your present too?” he proposed. “And then I get my coffee and hot chocolate for you. With the cream and marshmallows.”

“I… I’d like that… if I can,” Phantom muttered.

“Of course you can! Let me grab the gift.” It was Rain’s turn to dive under the tree, hunting for the right box. Once he got it, he dropped it onto Phantom’s lap and winked encouragingly. The quintessence ghoul trilled excitedly and began unwrapping his gift. The colorful paper wrap ended up all over the floor and Phantom finally got to the highlight.

“Puzzles! I love puzzles,” he beamed, looking up at Rain with a grin impossibly wider than before.

“I know you do, baby bat. But those are not regular puzzles. Open them and look at the card.” Phantom obliged, lifting the top of the box and picking up the loose card.

“Woah… it’s us!” It was; Rain chose a few pictures of him and Phantom to create a collage he later put onto the custom ordered five-thousand-pieces custom puzzles.

“It is,” Rain said. “I know you like puzzles and pictures, so I thought it would be a nice thing for you. You can frame them once you put them together. What do you think?”

“Rainy, I love it! Thank you so much, I love you,” Phantom threw himself at the water ghoul, pushing him into the back of the couch and squeezing him in a hug. “We can build them together!”

“Of course, if you’d like. Merry Christmas, baby bat.”

“Merry Christmas, Rainy,” Phantom repeated, and nuzzled into the other again. He kicked up a purr and it didn’t take long for Rain to join him. The water ghoul started to softly rub Phantom’s back, his eyes closing. They laid like that for something that felt both like minutes and days, basking in each other’s warmth and gentle energy of that quiet Christmas morning.

At some point Phantom stirred, tickling Rain’s cheek with his fluffy hair, “What about that coffee?”

Rain groaned and tightened his hold on the quintessence ghoul, trapping him, “Later, baby bat. Later.”

“You know I’m not gonna complain, I like cuddles,” Phantom giggled, snuggling into him further, “but it was you who desperately wanted that coffee and I know how you–”

“Phantom, please,” Rain yawned. Again. “Let’s just rest.”

“Okay, okay…”

Later, when the rest of the ghouls began piling into the common room, Rain and Phantom were still cuddled up together on that couch. They took a picture, or a few, and made a cup of coffee and hot chocolate—with cream and marshmallows—and waited for the smell to wake the two sleepy ghouls up and celebrate Christmas together.

[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading: Tuesday, August 6, 2024

july 14_august 6

THE HOLY MARTYRS NOBLEBORN PRINCES BORIS AND GLEB, IN HOLY BAPTISM – ROMAN AND DAVID (+ 1015)

Via St Elizabeth Convent

On 15 May, we commemorate at our churches the venerable princes Boris and Gleb, slain in 1015. They were the first saints of the Russian saints. An ancient chronicler thus describes the nature of their exploit: "They allowed themselves to be murdered by their older brother Svyatopolk vying for the princely throne. They suffered, but did not lay their hand on their brother, earning themselves the crown of eternal glory." They died but did not take upon themselves an act of fratricide. They acted with remarkable humility and obedience to their father, Great Prince Vladimir, from whom their older brother Svyatopolk inherited the throne.

Indirectly, they obeyed the commandment of our Lord: “Honour your father and your mother” (Exodus 20, 12). Shortly before his martyrdom, Boris said: "I will not raise my hand to my older brother: my father is dead, so I will honour him as my father." He continues: "If he, my brother Svyatopolk sheds my blood and dares to slay me, so I will be a martyr before my Lord. I will not resist, for the Lord says: “God opposes the proud but shows favour to the humble.” (1 Peter 5:5). Boris and his brother Gleb did not shed the blood of their older brother for the sake of worldly glory, power or other finite gains. They both likened themselves to Christ, emulating His meekness and humility, and earned glory in heaven. They chose not to hold on to their life on this earth at any cost, but to live in eternity, and become an example for Christians of all generations.

Passion-bearers are righteous Christians who faced their death in a Christ-like manner. Saint Andrey Bogolubsky, Prince Mikhail of Tver and Tsarevich Dmitry of Uglich are some other notable examples of Russian passion-bearers. The last Russian Tsar Nicholas II was also glorified by the Russian Church as a passion bearer. Their virtue was not in dying without guilt, but in facing their killers with dignity, serenity and calm, and submitting themselves unreservedly to God's Holy and Righteous will. They died as Christ did on the Cross. He had all the means to stop his execution, but He took death from His killers.

God's truth and His eternal justice do not rule out the use of force on earth. When Yaroslav - later named the wise and glorified by the Church - went to war with the murderous Svyatopolk to bring him his rightful retribution, he was also obeying the will of God. He received glory in heaven for doing so. God wills some to become passion-bearers, but it is not His will that evil would reign in our world. Evil-doers must know that they may begin to pay for their deeds in this life, even before they are condemned to eternal torment in hell.

Hieromonk Silouan (Mezhinsky) of Optina Pustyn

Astrakhan (1667) VENERABLE BOGOLEP CHILD SCHEMAMONK OF BLACK RAVINE NEAR ASTRAKHAN (1667)

The Child Schemamonk Bogolep was the son of a Moscow nobleman Iakov Lukich Ushakov and his wife Katherine. He was born in 1660 at Moscow. At Baptism they gave him the name Boris, in honor of the holy Passion-Bearer Boris (July 24).

Ushakov was appointed voevoda (military-commander) in the city of Chernyi Yar (Black Ravine), situated 250 versts from Astrakhan. He was known for his integrity. From infancy Boris displayed unusual traits. On Wednesdays and Fridays he would not drink milk from his mother’s breasts. When the bells pealed at the church, he began to cry, and became quiet only when they brought him into the church. When they did not take the infant to church, he cried all day and ate nothing.

In 1662 a deadly pestilence spread about in Russia. The child fell ill, and the pestilence afflicted him in the legs. He became lame, but continued to walk to church. The parents prayed for the health of their son and they tried everything in their power to heal him. But no sooner had the one illness gone, than upon his face there appeared another, called scales.

Once during his illness the child saw a wandering monk who visited at their home. The angelic garb so impressed the child, that he began to implore his parents to sew him such clothing and permit him to receive monastic tonsure. The holy child proclaimed: “You will see for yourselves, when you tonsure and grant me the angelic garb, I shall be well.” The parents consented. The child was invested in the schema with the name Bogolep (the Russian version of the Greek name Theoleptos, meaning “similar to God”).

On the next day the child schemamonk was completely healthy, his face was clear and there remained no trace of the illness. But on the third day there was a new illness, he developed a fever, and it struck down the child. He died on August 1, 1667 and was buried at the left wall of the wooden Black Ravine church in honor of the Resurrection of Christ. (This church was built after a great fire in Black Ravine, on July 24, 1652 the Feast of Saint Boris). A chapel was built over the grave of the child.

The Life of the holy Schemamonk Bogolep was compiled under a vow by the Black Ravine merchant Savva Tatarinov during the years 1731-1732.

Icons of the saint, with the Troparion and Kontakion to him, were widely dispersed throughout the Astrakhan region.

In 1750 on the place of the wooden church a stone church was built with a side-altar in honor of the holy Martyr John the Warrior. The grave of the holy schemamonk was enclosed in this side altar.

The bank of the river, where the church of the Resurrection of Christ stood, was constantly eroding. By the mid-nineteenth century the structure of the church was threatened, and they removed all the holy things from it. For a long time the people of Black Ravine did not remove the chief holy object: the grave of the holy schemamonk. Finally, in 1851 when the water had already approached 4 ft. 8 inches, the people petitioned the Most Holy Synod with a request to transfer the holy relics of the Schemamonk Bogolep, and they received permission for this. The small child’s coffin was laid bare, but just when the city head took it into his hands, it slid out of his hands and disappeared into the waters of the Volga.

This disappearance of the relics just at the opening of the grave was accepted as the Will of God, since the holy child had repeatedly appeared to many either in sleep, or awake while walking along the river bank, or coming down the hill. He consoled them, promising that he would be present spiritually with believers.

The simple life of the holy Schemamonk Bogolep, full of the mysteries of God, illustrates the words of the Savior concerning children: “Let the children come unto Me and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of God. Truly I say to you, whosoever shall not receive the Kingdom of God as a little child, shall not enter therein. And He took them up in His arms, put His hands upon them, and blessed them” (Mark 10: 14-16).

We pray to Saint Bogolep for children, and also for protection against lightning.

Source: Orthodox Church in America_OCA

1 CORINTHIANS 6:20-7:12

20 For you were bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God's.

1 Now concerning the things of which you wrote to me: It is good for a man not to touch a woman. 2 Nevertheless, because of sexual immorality, let each man have his own wife, and let each woman have her own husband. 3 Let the husband render to his wife the affection due her, and likewise also the wife to her husband. 4 The wife does not have authority over her own body, but the husband does. And likewise the husband does not have authority over his own body, but the wife does. 5 Do not deprive one another except with consent for a time, that you may give yourselves to fasting and prayer; and come together again so that Satan does not tempt you because of your lack of self-control. 6 But I say this as a concession, not as a commandment. 7 For I wish that all men were even as I myself. But each one has his own gift from God, one in this manner and another in that. 8 But I say to the unmarried and to the widows: It is good for them if they remain even as I am; 9 but if they cannot exercise self-control, let them marry. For it is better to marry than to burn with passion. 10 Now to the married I command, yet not I but the Lord: A wife is not to depart from her husband. 11 But even if she does depart, let her remain unmarried or be reconciled to her husband. And a husband is not to divorce his wife. 12 But to the rest I, not the Lord, say: If any brother has a wife who does not believe, and she is willing to live with him, let him not divorce her.

MATTHEW 14:1-13

1 At that time Herod the tetrarch heard the report about Jesus 2 and said to his servants, "This is John the Baptist; he is risen from the dead, and therefore these powers are at work in him." 3 For Herod had laid hold of John and bound him, and put him in prison for the sake of Herodias, his brother Philip's wife. 4 Because John had said to him, "It is not lawful for you to have her." 5 And although he wanted to put him to death, he feared the multitude, because they counted him as a prophet. 6 But when Herod's birthday was celebrated, the daughter of Herodias danced before them and pleased Herod. 7 Therefore he promised with an oath to give her whatever she might ask. 8 So she, having been prompted by her mother, said, "Give me John the Baptist's head here on a platter." 9 And the king was sorry; nevertheless, because of the oaths and because of those who sat with him, he commanded it to be given to her. 10 So he sent and had John beheaded in prison. 11 And his head was brought on a platter and given to the girl, and she brought it to her mother. 12 Then his disciples came and took away the body and buried it, and went and told Jesus. 13 When Jesus heard it, He departed from there by boat to a deserted place by Himself. But when the multitudes heard it, they followed Him on foot from the cities.

[silent-raven13]

The Punks meet Sunflowers! 2

(Part 1)

Three Miles stood in front of the punks, Miles 1016 chuckles: Come on, boys. Your mouths are hanging a bit too low.

Gwen looks at the three Miles variant: Oh wow, you're a girl. -seeing one Miles being a woman.

Miles variant giggles: Yup, well... I'm actually trans. trangirlie! I'm still working on a name for myself, so I still go by Miles. -She smiles at the group- I'm Miles Morales from Earth 1015! -She had on a Magenta and black Spider-woman suit, wearing long braids with pink tips at the end, and have big doe like honey eyes.-

The other variant said: I'm Miles from Earth 43! I'm a transman! -The other Miles stood being the same height as Miles 42, with green eyes and thick box braids hair. His Spider-man suit is more edgy with black and blue with cargo pants, thick shoes, and black sweater over his spider-man suit.-

Gwen gawks: Wow! You guys look freakin' cool! -She saw Miles 43 wearing some space lookin' shoes-

Miles 42: I was checking those shoes out too! They look mad dope!

Miles 43 smirks: These are my anti-gravity kicks! Makes me float in the air -He jumps showing off his kicks- I made them from a special metal called Vibranium.

The group: Whoa, that's so cool!

Miles 1016 looks over at the third Miles: Hey, man. You been quiet. That's pretty weird of you.

Hobie 138b notice the third Miles, who is dressed in all black, with piercings and had a tattoo of sunflowers showing on his neck: Darling, is that a Punk Miles? -The other Punks looks over noticing the other Miles-

Miles variant scowls: Excuse you, man. I don't like labels! I am, ME!

Miles 1016: Technically.... he hates labels. So you don-

Punk Miles: I'm Miles Morales from Earth 1019, I fucking hate the system, the government fucking fascist assholes. I believe in Black Lives Matter, Gay Rights, Fuck the pigs and Free Congo, Free Palestine, Free Yemen, Free all the oppressed countries from greedy hungry pencil dicks white men!

Hobie 138b being awestruck until his boyfriend nudge him in the rib getting jealous: Hobie!

Hobie 138b: Huh, what? No, it's just... -he looks at his Sunflower- Sunflower, please get a tongue piercing.

Miles 1016: Pfft!

Hobie 138e already looming over at Punk Miles: You know, I bashed a DICK-tator's head once... -his voice deep-

Miles 1019 smirks being interested in him: You did? Mmm, I actually blow up the NYPD!

The Punks seem to spread to their Miles, being already interested in them. Hobie 138c flock to Miles 43 and Hobie 138d went with Miles 1015. Gwen saw how bashful the Punks acted around their Miles, which is cute and funny. Seeing cool tough punkers being all shy, casually trying to flirt while their Miles are so sweet, and naive.

Hobie 138d to Miles 1015: So in your world... what do you do for fun?

Miles 1015 smiles brightly at him: I take care of my baby brother! I go skate with my best friend... um... hmmm, I really really love Pickles! I know a bit weird but it's been my favorite snack to eat while reading manga! -She saw the way he nodded, then he got close to him trying to meet his eye- What about you?

Hobie 138d blushes: Me! Oh, you know, starting Mayhem, breaking shit, fighting off CEOS and their unethical practices!

Miles 1015: Ohh sounds fun!

Miles 42 rolled his eyes: Oh brother...

Gwen laughs: This is so fun to watch.

Miles 43 talking with Hobie 138c: Hahaha, yeah. I beat up a few bad cops recently. They really hate me being around.

Hobie 138c: Really? Need help from an expert. I'm always free. I'll take you out in my world. I know a great place that sells the best fish n' chips!

Miles 43 chuckles: I would like that!

Hobie 138b look at his Miles: Darling, did you just hook them up.

Miles 1016 smiles at him: Maybe... I thought The Punks would like their own Sunflower. Besides, I see the way you always held back, my poor baby. -He got his boyfriends face to make him lean over so he can kiss him on the cheek!-

Miles 42 grunts: Gross.

Gwen: Awe, that's cute. You gotta admit, Miles.

Miles 42: Say where's Mariana?

The Hobies left their head up: Who?

A Spider-woman in pastel blue and pink: Hey guys, sorry I'm late and- Whoa so many Spider-punk! -She took off her mask revealing to be woman but with Miles' features. Her long hair tied into two thick long braids-

Miles 1016: This is Mariana! She's the female version of me or I'm the male version of her...

Mariana giggles: Right! Variants is so confusing, because who's is who in the multiverses! -She saw how Spider Punks were close to their Miles- Looks like I missed the match making. Shame, I thought I was gonna get a Spider Punk -she jokes-

Miles 42: I know a Ganke that's single!

Miles 1016: You really want a variant of us dating a Ganke huh?

Miles 1015: Well there was a few Miles that were... you know multi-verses. It never ends!

Mariana nodded: Oh for sure! -then turns to Miles 42- I'm fine just teasing. I'm not into dating.

Miles 43: There's another cute punker walking around.

Hobie 138b: As long as he stay away from my Sunflower. -he pulls Miles close to him-

Miles 1016: Bae, chill. I'm not going anywhere.

Mariana giggles: So this is your famous bf! He loves you too much! -She turns to Gwen- I've seen the male variant of you. Are you a flirt like him?

Gwen: Oh nonono. I'm not.

Miles 42: Wait, Mariana? -Looking at Miles 1015- Why not names yourself that?

Miles 1015: Me as Mariana? Hmmm... I was thinking of Mila.

Miles 43: Mila? -He did not like that name-

Miles 1019: Ew, sounds too fanfic to me. It's like okay we get it, your boy name is Miles and girl went to Mila!

Miles 1015: When you put it like that... it is fucking weird. huh?

Hobie 138d hugs protectively at his Miles: Shh, darling. Don't listen to them! They are just jealous at your beautiful name!

Miles 1015 giggles: Thanks, Hobie! Maybe Marina? Still thinking about it.

Mariana: Marina is a cute name.

Miles 1016: What about Star? You mention you wanted something with piz-zazzs!

Miles 43: My birth name was Mariana and changed it to Miles, because my dad would've name me, Miles.

Miles 1015: I want a name that's me! Star would be cute but sounds a bit too common too. -She sighs- I'll wait and see.

Hobie 138e: Patience is a skill. Name whatever your comfortable with.

Mariana nodded: Yeah! It will come.

Gwen asked Miles 1016: So are they all like you? Like doing their own thing?

Miles 1016: Umm, not really. 43 and 1019 lost their dad from being shot by a dirty cop. Mariana's and Miles 1015's parents are alive but they lost their friend. I think Mari's was Ganke and 1015 was her Peter Parker... I think.

Gwen: Oh wow.

Miles 42: Mariana' and Miles 1015 have younger sibling too.

Miles 1016: Yeah, it's crazy how multi-verses work. -They watch the Miles and Hobies interacting. Mariana happily taking with them being so bright and bubbly. Then Miles 1016 felt a tap on his shoulder, he looks over to find Punk Miguel!- Oh hey, Miguel!

Punk Miguel, from Earth 970 and younger version of Miguel 2099. He's much nicer and mostly speak Spanish, since he grew and live in Mexico. In his world, Mexico won the American-Spanish War, so states like California didn't exist, but remain part of Mexico. USA Is a small country that leader was taken over by Mexico: Compa, qué le parece esa morra? -His Auburn red eyes on Mariana- Hmm?

Hobie 138b looks at the lad: Oi, I'm watching you.

Miles 1016 said: That's Mariana. Go talk to her.

Miguel 970 shyly didn't want to speak to her by himself: Amigo, please... help me? -having a thick Mexican accent-

Miles 1016 chuckles: Alright. -He turns to Mariana- Hey, Mari. I want you to meet someone.

Mariana head to them after excusing herself with the her variants and the Punks: What's up? -then noticed a tall big guy in front of her- Oh wow, man! You are huge! I feel so small! -she's six foot, too.-

Miguel 970 blushes being shy. Miles chuckles: He wants to meet you but he's shy.

Mariana: Oh I don't bite, unless you want me too! -she jokes and saw Miguel 970 with sharp fangs- Ohh, but I bet you bite! -She got a good look at him, dark hair, piercings and red eyes with fangs! He's like a sexy vampire!-

Miguel 970: I... I don't speak.... English too good...

Mariana: Oh, puedo hablar español! Yo soy Mariana! -she stuck her hand out.

Miguel 970's eyes lit up: Hola, Mariana! Soy Miguel. Es un placer conocerte.

Mariana giggles: So proper.

Miles 1016 laughs too: Yeah, give a Punk a Miles and they suddenly become a gentlemen. -He saw all the other Punks being super nice and well-mannered with his other variants.-

Miles 42 was eyeing Miguel 970: He's low-key fine. Why not him?

Hobie 138b: Oi, back off, mate. Sunflower is mine. I'll never let him go.

Miles 42: Ugh, fine. Whatever, man.

Gwen: I love match making. Too bad, Pav isn't here. He would've fangirl and be doing a whole love show.

Miles 1016: He really did miss out, huh? -His eyes one Miguel 970 happily talking with Mariana-

Hobie 138b: Ain't it a bit weird for a Miguel to date a version of you?

Miles: Not really. She's her own person... just because their a variant of me, doesn't mean they are me, you know?

Hobie: And that's why I love you, Sunflower. -He picks up his partner to kiss him-

Miles: I love you, too, baby!

[magic-is-something-we-create]

TIELING OF NIMIA - The Millennium Saga [Firebreathers ; Echoseers ; Goddess-Touched]

They told me I was Chosen on the day I turned thirteen. On the day I turn twenty one, they take me to a field and stab me through the heart.

Basics:

He/him - Cis Man Gay - 1015 [~1116 on Earth; can look anywhere from early-30s to mid-40s] Nimian Ehlf - Allmage (Air Mage origins)

Where he begins:

Tieling of Nimia is as much a figure of legend and religion as he is the current, past, and future King of the Mae Ehlves, for he was Chosen long ago to save the world from the promises of the Great Decay.

And in return for saving their most beloved creation, the Goddesses granted him, his beloved, and his closest friend Immortality.

They granted this, and in exchange, they smote the city of Fahrial from the face of Ehl, taking all 80,000 other lives therein with it.

That never sat right with Ember, but they never had the words for why.

Not until they met him and shattered his worldview just by existing.

What he finds himself confronting:

Tieling was raised in the Temple of Nimia by Priestesses and holy devotees a thousand years ago, and even then, he was sheltered, odd, and learned many outdated things that were never contested due to his status as Chosen.

Being an immortal King whom everyone wants to please has meant he hasn't been pushed to question any of what he was taught.

It also means he has grown complacent, and his Court has figured out just how to go behind his back and skirt the rules he's set in place.

When Ember shows up, they are the first in centuries to openly question him to his face, and the only one he can't bring himself to ignore. For they are like him, in a way, and it has been so, so long since there has been anyone like him.

The only one he wanted to keep decided enough was enough decades ago.

Not to mention the fact that, well... he's gotten very good at hiding failure, and if he can't act fast enough, all of his will be exposed to the entirety of Ehl.

Important connections:

Friends: Rillmother Veratrum, Arthur Shieldstone (it's complicated, when you only have two other people to turn to for Eternity)

Enemies: [REDACTED] (They can't kill him, but they do know how to get close to it. And they know doing so to Arthur would hurt him more than anything.), Ember Timber (Yes, they're helpful in changing his perspective, but by the Goddesses does he not want to fail.), Actaea K'Ron (Once he realizes what exactly has been going on)

MUSIC

Themes - Pathway by Kevin Penkin, Ballad of the Goddess by ROZEN, The Power of Balance Rearranged by Rush Garcia

Vibes - The King by Rosendale, Hero by Elizaveta, Butterfly Water by Pastelle and My City Glory

[hieromonkcharbel]

The Holy Equal to the Apostles Vladimir - July 15

In his early life St. Vladimir was a devout pagan. He was a great conqueror who had many wives and erected many pagan statues in the lands that he ruled over. Upon finding out that other faiths existed beyond his own paganism, he decided to send his envoys out into the world to find out what was the true faith on earth.

His envoys met with Muslims, but felt that there was no joy among them, and that their faith was very mechanical. The envoys also met with Jews and Latin Catholics but were still unimpressed.

Everything changed, however, when the envoys arrived in Constantinople. Upon attending Divine Liturgy in Hagia Sophia, the envoys said, “We no longer knew whether we were in heaven or on earth.”

Taking the word of his envoys, St. Vladimir had himself baptized in Cherson and his nation baptized in the river Dnipro by missionary fathers from Constantinople. Being newly illumined St. Vladimir changed completely after his baptism. His spiritual ascension was marked with a miracle like God’s calling of Saul (Paul) on the road to Damascus – the Prince of Kyiv physically and spiritually recovered his sight: through encouragement by his blessed fiancée, a Byzantine Princess Anna, he regained his physical sight and gained spiritual insight in the baptismal font. Following his baptism, he destroyed all the pagan statues that stood in Kyivan Rus’ and replaced them with Churches. He also attempted to live in peace as much as possible with his neighbors and had only one wife.

People called Vladimir “the Beautiful Sun” for his generosity to poor people, for providing clothing and food to cripples and needy persons. He required teaching children the Law of God, built schools and organized orphanages. He departed on July 15th, 1015 and was buried next to his mother Saint Olga’s incorruptible relics.

[hedgewitchgarden]

There are seven primordial gods in Slavic mythology, and only one of them is female: Mokosh. In the pantheon in the Kievan Rus' state, she is the only goddess at all, and so her specific role in Slavic mythology is vast and varied, and, more aptly perhaps, foggy and damp. Mother earth and house spirit, tender of sheep and spinner of fate, Mokosh is the supreme Slavic goddess. 

Key Takeaways: Mokosh

Associated Deities: Tellus, Ziva (Siva), Rusalki (water nixies), Lada 

Equivalents: St. Paraskeva Pianitsa (Christian Orthodox); loosely comparable to the Greek Titan Gaia, Hera (Greek), Juno (Roman), Astarte (Semitic)

Epithets: Goddess Who Spins Wool, Mother Moist Earth, Flax Woman

Culture/Country: Slavonic Culture, Eastern and Central Europe

Primary Sources: Nestor Chronicle (a.k.a. Primary Chronicle), Christian-recorded Slavic tales

Realms and Powers: Power over the earth, water, and death. Protector of spinning, fertility, grain, cattle, sheep, and wool; fisherman and merchants. 

Family: Wife to Perun, lover to Veles and Jarilo

Mokosh in Slavic Mythology

In Slavic mythology, Mokosh, sometimes transliterated as Mokoš and meaning "Friday," is Moist Mother Earth and thus the most important (or sometimes only) goddess in the religion. As a creator, she is said to have been discovered sleeping in a cave by a flowering spring by the spring god Jarilo, with whom she created the fruits of the earth. She is also the protector of spinning, tending sheep, and wool, patron of merchants and fishermen, who protects cattle from plague and people from drought, disease, drowning, and unclean spirits. 

The origins of Mokosh as mother earth may date to pre-Indo-European times (Cuceteni or Tripolye culture, 6th–5th millennia BCE) when a near-global woman-centered religion is thought to have been in place. Some scholars suggest she may be a version of Finno-Ugric sun goddess Jumala.

In 980 CE, Kievan Rus emperor Vladimir I (died 1015) erected six idols to Slavic gods and included Mokosh in 980 CE, although he took them down when he converted to Christianity. Nestor the Chronicler (11th century CE), a monk at the Monastery of the Caves in Kyiv, mentions her as the only female in his list of seven gods of the Slavs. Versions of her are included in the tales of many different Slavic countries. 

Appearance and Reputation 

Surviving images of Mokosh are rare—although there were stone monuments to her beginning at least as long ago as the 7th century. A wooden cult figure in a wooded area in the Czech Republic is said to be a figure of her. Historical references say she had a large head and long arms, a reference to her connection with spiders and spinning. Symbols associated with her include spindles and cloth, the rhombus (a nearly global reference to women's genitals for at least 20,000 years), and the Sacred Tree or Pillar.

There are many goddesses in the various Indo-European pantheons who reference spiders and spinning. Historian Mary Kilbourne Matossian has pointed out that the Latin word for tissue "textere" means "to weave," and in several derivative languages such as Old French, "tissue" means "something woven." 

The act of spinning, suggests Matossian, is to create body tissue. The umbilical cord is the thread of life, transmitting moisture from the mother to the infant, twisted and coiled like the thread around a spindle. The final cloth of life is represented by the shroud or "winding sheet," wrapped around a corpse in a spiral, as thread loops around a spindle.

Role in Mythology

Although the Great Goddess has a variety of consorts, both human and animal, in her role as a primary Slavic goddess, Mokosh is the moist earth goddess and is set against (and married to) Perun as the dry sky god. She is also linked to Veles, in an adulterous manner; and Jarilo, the spring god. 

Some Slavic peasants felt it was wrong to spit on the earth or beat it. During the Spring, practitioners considered the earth pregnant: before March 25 ("Lady Day"), they would neither construct a building or a fence, drive a stake into the ground or sow seed. When peasant women gathered herbs they first lay prone and prayed to Mother Earth to bless any medicinal herbs. 

Mokosh in Modern Usage

With the coming of Christianity into the Slavic countries in the 11th century CE, Mokosh was converted to a saint, St. Paraskeva Pyanitsa (or possibly the Virgin Mary), who is sometimes defined as the personification of the day of Christ's crucifixion, and others a Christian martyr. Described as tall and thin with loose hair, St. Paraskeva Pyanitsa is known as "l'nianisa" (flax woman), connecting her to spinning. She is the patroness of merchants and traders and marriage, and she defends her followers from a range of diseases.

In common with many Indo-European religions (Paraskevi is Friday in modern Greek; Freya = Friday; Venus=Vendredi), Friday is associated with Mokosh and St. Paraskeva Pyanitsa, especially Fridays before important holidays. Her feast day is October 28; and no one may spin, weave, or mend on that day. 

Sources

Detelic, Mirjana. "St. Paraskeve in the Balkan Context." Folklore 121.1 (2010): 94–105. 

Dragnea, Mihai. "Slavic and Greek-Roman Mythology, Comparative Mythology." Brukenthalia: Romanian Cultural History Review 3 (2007): 20–27. 

Marjanic, Suzana. "The Dyadic Goddess and Duotheism in Nodilo’s the Ancient Faith of the Serbs and the Croats." Studia Mythologica Slavica 6 (2003): 181–204. 

Matossian, Mary Kilbourne. "In the Beginning, God Was a Woman." Journal of Social History 6.3 (1973): 325–43. 

Monaghan, Patricia. "Encyclopedia of Goddesses & Heroines." Novato CA: New World Library, 2014. 

Zaroff, Roman. "Organized Pagan Cult in Kievan Rus’. The Invention of Foreign Elite or Evolution of Local Tradition?" Studia Mythologica Slavica (1999). 

[spider-jaysart]

For your earth 1015 AU….

Actually idk if she exist in your AU but if so what’s Nadja’s relationship to her cousins?

Ex: Mar’i and Jake

Does Nadja admire/idolize them?

Does she have a favorite cousin of the two?

Have the trio ever teamed up together when it comes to their superhero-ing and what’s the dynamic of that?

Oh she does exist in the future of my universe actually!! :D

What’s Nadja’s relationship to her cousins? Ex: Mar’i and Jake

She gets along with both well and is always excited whenever getting to see them when they visit, she visits them, when they go hang out with her and both her Dad's, or happen to be joining certain missions that she's also on

Mar'i:

Despite being her cousin, she gives off the vibes of an older, mature sister to Nadja who can always give some kind of advice, make her feel comfort, and boost her up when needed in times where she's feeling down on herself and hasn't been able to confide it to both her Dad's yet first. Nadja appreciates her a lot and some of Mar'i's wonderful behavior is a good influence on her

Jake:

He's kind of cool to her. He reminds her a little of her Uncle Timmy in some ways, due to being a bit of a similar dork himself lol. He can be fun to chill around, which she likes, and he likes keeping up a connection with her, always showing interest in how she's doing and usually getting into plenty of conversations with her, even speaking with her of things that she enjoys, while also sharing his own types of interests with her too. So with this way of being of his, he's pretty welcoming towards her and really likes having her around, especially since he sees her as a good kid in his eyes

Does Nadja admire/idolize them?

I would say she really admires them both as the hardworking heroes they are, always feeling impressed by what they can do and how they handle things out on the field

For the things she likes most about them:

Mar'i:

How she usually has her mind set on things in a plan and has such determination built into her to get it done and fast too. She also really likes how protective she is of her teammates and how she always makes sure to handle things in ways that don't put them in jeopardy, caring about their safety

Jake:

How well he uses and also mixes both his skills and abilities together so well and with no sweat either, balancing the two nicely. Since Nadja has abilities of her own due to being half Kryptonian and does her best to be as well trained as Damian is with normal combat, it's something that totally inspires her to keep gaining the hang of that whole kind of thing even further

Does she have a favorite cousin of the two?

She loves both equally actually and enjoys spending time with both too

Aside from them though, there is one cousin that she's the most closest to, and that's her second cousin, Jake and Meredith's son, Richard Grayson (Dick II). He's this little guy right here (he's a canon character who was born at the end of the comic book series Nightwing: New Order)

They are the best of friends, hang out a lot, and are the type to always have eachothers backs. They are two years apart from one another in age and also go to the same school too, because Richard surprisingly happens to be a very clever kid who's gotten passed up to a couple of grades, thanks to his academic intelligence

Have the trio ever teamed up together when it comes to their superhero-ing and what’s the dynamic of that?

Yes, and it happens commonly during missions that Damian and Jon let her go on with them, since they trust their Nephew and Niece enough to take care of her well when put under their care. Other times that make them have to team up are when the three of them are out together in civilian form, having a fun cousin day for themselves, and then a crime happens near by, making them all immediately suit up to handle it together

For the dynamics:

Mar'i, with her fierce and confident self, is like the leader who gives her teammates orders on what needs to be done on their part, while she's making sure the most important things get taken of on hers (she gets it from her Dad lol)

Jake is the quick one who's constantly on his feet and makes sure to keep track of things during fights. He's also pretty good at quickly spotting sudden problems during battles and helpfully informs his teammates of these issues in case they didn't get to realize or see it for themselves yet, so that they can resolve it quickly now that do or know now to find other ways to handle what they need to do instead

Najda is the clever one who can also be pretty speedy with her combat against enemies in battles. She can be great at listening to orders but sometimes she will also do her own thing if she believes it will give better results to the situation. And since she's the honest kind, she discusses about the plans that she doesn't think will do good enough and also always shares whatever possible working new ideas she has in mind with the group to defeat and take down the enemies together more easily

Thank you for the ask, anon!! :)

I really enjoyed answering about my oc! Feel free to ask more stuff about Nadja if you want! I also have other next gen oc's too if you're ever curious to learn about them

[succubunsvent2]

20 fullbodies for a slot is wild as fuck, since my “high effort” 🙄 fullbodies can take between 7-10 hours each, so that’s like 140 hours minimum for a slot. Going by minimum wage of $7.25, that’s still a whopping $1015 of Art??? And it’s not like the Team doesn’t want artists to price themselves below their “value” (I will never forget the 4K AB2 which is still so fucking funny), so why on EARTH is this something they thought would be acceptable. The only goddamn reason why the carat slot is priced that way is to prevent people from buying slots, and force them to buy the adopts because look at the fucking calculations lmao

And i s2g if i see Yves or whoever Go on about not accepting “low effort” art or whatever again, I’m going to scream

$1000+ worth of art is never worth a slot. That’s crazy. 🐰

[xsunsetinmyveinsx]

4.22-23.24 happy earth day 🌱

2050: coffee 35kcal • 0010: 1/2t pb 10.5kcal 0.38gp chia protein yogurt 92.5kcal 9.34gp apple 74kcal .484gp 1T peanut butter 95kcal 3.5gp 1/2c chex 50kcal 1gp 1t dried berries 10.8kcal 1/2t mini choc chips 11.7kcal • 1015: 42g spinach 10kcal 1gp 170g broccoli 60kcal 4.8gp 40g sweet potato 34.4kcal .64gp 9g feta 25.5kcal 30g salsa 10kcal fuji apple!! 80kcal .5gp 27g peanut butter 155kcal 5.727gp 25g chex 91kcal 1.83gp 5g mini choc 23kcal 60g strawberries 19.8kcal 0.42gp

run: 9.66km/6mi 53:23 520kcal • gym: 30min 140kcal • steps (corrected for run): 18332 steps 409.5kcal

888.2kcal in 29.621g protein -1069.5kcal burned -181.3kcal net

(my scale not long after i woke up, but since im on one night off in between night shifts i kept a night schedule and had to wait until morning to get a new one 🙃)

[jaiminiofficial]

What is Latitude and longitude | The universe scale

What is Latitude and longitude of world | The universe scale What is Latitude and longitude of world What is Latitude and longitude – The Universe Scale » This Distance Is Equal To 9.46 X 1015 M Or 9500 Billion Km. Light Year Is The Unit Of Distance. 1 Parsec = 3.26 Light Years The Globe Is A True And Small Image Of The Earth.  To Indicate A Place On The Globe, We Need Certain Points And…

[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&reading: Thursday, August 8, 2024

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THE MONK MOSES THE HUNGARIAN OF THE KIEV CAVE (1043)

Venerable Moses of the Kiev Caves, a Hungarian by birth, was the brother of Venerable Ephraim of Novy Torg (+ January 28, 1053) and George. Together with them he entered the service of the holy Prince Boris (+ July 24, 1015). After the murder of Saint Boris in 1015 on the Alta River, with whom George died, Saint Moses fled and hid himself in Kiev with Predislava, the sister of Prince Yaroslav. In 1018, the Polish king Bolesław captured Kiev, and Saint Moses, along with others, went to Poland as a prisoner.

A tall and slender handsome man, Saint Moses attracted the attention of a wealthy Polish widow who was aflame with passion for him, and wanted to make him her husband, after she ransomed him from captivity. Saint Moses firmly refused to exchange captivity for slavery to a woman. His long cherished dream was to receive the angelic Schema. The Polish woman, however, ransomed the prisoner despite his refusal.

She tried in every possible way to seduce the young man, but he preferred pangs of hunger to magnificent feasts. Then the Polish woman rode with Saint Moses through her lands, thinking that he would be impressed by her power and wealth. Saint Moses told her that he would not exchange spiritual riches for the perishable things of this world, and that he would become a monk.

An Athonite Hieromonk who was passing through the area tonsured Saint Moses in secret. He spoke to him and taught him many things about spiritual and physical purity. When the woman found out about this she had Moses tortured. Father Moses was stretched on the ground, and he was beaten with iron rods until the earth was saturated with his blood. She obtained permission from Bolesław to do whatever she wished with her prisoner. The shameless woman ordered that the Saint be placed in bed with her by force. Then she kissed and embraced him, but she achieved nothing by this. Saint Moses said, "Out of the fear of God I despise you as unclean." Hearing this, the Polish woman commanded that the Saint be given a hundred blows every day, and then to be emasculated. Soon Bolesław began a persecution against all the monks in the country, but unexpectedly he died. A rebellion broke out in Poland, during which the widow was also killed.

After recovering from his ordeal Venerable Moses came to the Monastery of the Caves, bearing the wounds of a Martyr and the crown of a Confessor, as a brave and victorious soldier of Christ. The Lord also gave him strength against the passions. A certain brother was possessed by an unclean passion and came to Saint Moses, begging for his help saying: "I promise to keep until death everything you tell me to do.” Saint Moses said: “As long as you live, do not speak a word to any woman.” The brother promised to obey the Saint's counsel. Father Moses had a staff in his hand, without which he was unable to walk, because of the wounds which he had received. With this staff Saint Moses struck the chest of the brother who had come to him, and immediately he was delivered from temptation.

Saint Moses engaged in ascetical contests (podvigs) in the Monastery of the Caves for ten years. He reposed around 1043 and was buried in the Near Caves. By venerating the holy relics of Saint Moses and praying fervently to him, the monks of the Kiev Caves were delivered from their carnal temptations.

VENERABLE GERÓNTIOS, THE FOUNDER OF THE SKḖTĒ OF SAINT ANNA ON MOUNT ATHOS (13th.c.)

Saint Geróntios was the Igoumen of the old Bouleuterίon Monastery on Mount Athos. But since this Monastery was near the seashore and was subject to many barbarian raids, it was abandoned by the monks, who moved to other inaccessible places on Mount Athos. So Saint Geróntios and his disciple settled in the upper part of the Skḗtē of Saint Anna, where he built a hesychastḗrion and a church dedicated to Saint Panteleimon. Thus, Saint Geróntios is the first founder of the Skḗtē of Saint Anna. Nearby, through a revelation of the Panagίa, he found water in a completely arid place, which continues to flow today and the monks use it as holy water (agiasmós).

Saint Geróntios lived a most wondrous life and reposed at an advanced age. He was associated in spiritual friendship with Saint Maximus Kavsokalybίtēs (January 13), as seen in his Life. The Skḗtē founded by Saint Geróntios produced about fifteen Saints and many great and virtuous Fathers.

The Church Service in honor of Saint Geróntios was composed by the monk Gerásimos of the Skḗtē of Little Saint Anna.

Source: Orthodox Church in America_OCA

1 CORINTHIANS 7:24-35

24 Brethren, let each one remain with God in that state in which he was called. 25 Now concerning virgins: I have no commandment from the Lord; yet I give judgment as one whom the Lord in His mercy has made trustworthy. 26 I suppose, therefore that this is good because of the present distress-that it is good for a man to remain as he is: 27 Are you bound to a wife? Do not seek to be loosed. Are you loosed from a wife? Do not seek a wife. 28 But even if you do marry, you have not sinned; and if a virgin marries, she has not sinned. Nevertheless, such will have trouble in the flesh, but I would spare you. 29 But this I say, brethren, the time is short, so that from now on even those who have wives should be as though they had none, 30 those who weep as though they did not weep, those who rejoice as though they did not rejoice, those who buy as though they did not possess, 31 and those who use this world as not misusing it. For the form of this world is passing away. 32 But I want you to be without care. He who is unmarried cares for the things of the Lord-how he may please the Lord. 33 But he who is married cares about the things of the world-how he may please his wife. 34 There is a difference between a wife and a virgin. The unmarried woman cares about the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and in spirit. But she who is married cares about the things of the world-how she may please her husband. 35 And this I say for your own profit, not that I may put a leash on you, but for what is proper, and that you may serve the Lord without distraction.

Commentary of the Church Father, John Chrysostom AD 407: And this I say for your own profit, not that I may cast a snare upon you, but for that which is seemly, and that you may attend upon the Lord without distraction. Let the virgins hear that not by that one point is virginity defined; for she that is careful about the things of the world cannot be a virgin, nor seemly. Thus, when he said, There is difference between a wife and a virgin, he added this as the difference, and that wherein they are distinguished from each other. And laying down the definition of a virgin and her that is not a virgin, he names, not marriage nor continence but leisure from engagements and multiplicity of engagements. For the evil is not in the cohabitation but in the impediment to the strictness of life.

MATTHEW 15:29-31

29 Jesus departed from there, skirted the Sea of Galilee, and went up on the mountain and sat down there. 30 Then great multitudes came to Him, having with them the lame, blind, mute, maimed, and many others; and they laid them down at Jesus' feet, and He healed them. 31 So the multitude marveled when they saw the mute speaking, the maimed made whole, the lame walking, and the blind seeing; and they glorified the God of Israel.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Cosmotellurian

by IdlyWoolgathering

“I'm sending you to the living realm and you two will remain there, without me or my help, until I deem you responsible enough to come back.” As Phil finishes, his children look at each other with wide eyes.

“When- when will you come for us?” Techno's voice sounds so small that Phil is tempted to retract his punishment right then and there, but- no, his children won't be spoiled. Clearly, he's rescinded far too many punishments in the past, protected them from too many consequences. It's time for them to learn.

“When you've stopped all the foolish fighting and can have a fucking conversation without being at each other's throats,” Phil snaps, sick to death of the war between his sons. Techno and Wilbur blink, the temple silent. Wilbur swallows hard.

“But Dad-”

“My word is final,” Phil interrupts, leaning back and picking up his cold tea. “I will see you two in more favorable circumstances.” His heart hurts at the way Wilbur looks like he'll cry, at how terrified Techno seems. But this will be good for them. He knows it will.

Phil snaps his fingers and his children vanish before they can speak again.

~

OR, twins duo gets stuck on earth and suffer.

Words: 1015, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza

Additional Tags: Technoblade-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot-centric, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade-centric, this is a twinsduo fic first and foremost, pov hops between a few people but mostly them, Twins Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), God of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Cults, Torture, Psychological Torture, Psychological Trauma, Mental Breakdown, Mental Instability, due to the torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Wilbur Soot, Hurt/Comfort, but like a lot of hurt first, A lot - Freeform

[magic-is-something-we-create]

ETERNAL ARTHUR SHIELDSTONE - The Millennium Saga [Firebreathers ; Echoseers ; Goddess-Touched]

They tell me he is Holy as they comb through my hair and titter over my presentation. They say he is sent to save us from the Great Decay, hand-picked by the Goddesses when his mother gave birth. That he is powerful in voice and mind, but needs a protector, and though the King wishes goodwill to the Ehlves, he does not want to risk his own guards to the perils the Chosen may face. So he has decided to send me, instead. Arthur the Defender, knight of House Shieldstone. Lowest in the social hierarchy, and newest to knighthood in all the kingdom.

Basics:

He/him - Cis man

Gay - 1015 [~1116 on Earth; appears anywhere from late 30s to late 50s]

Human - Allmage, Runesman, Alchemist (pioneered the discovery of alchemy)

Massively depressed, suffers from survivor's guilt.

Where he begins:

Arthur Shieldstone's impact on the world is forever tied with that of Tieling of Nimia - they were lovers, after all, when the world was supposed to end. Stories still circle of Sir Shieldstone, the bravest knight of Avatica and the best king who ever ruled.

But he is not a king; he never wanted to be. He is not a knight, either; he only became one because it was expected.

The only significance he ever wanted was to be a part of Tieling's life, and now he regrets even that.

When we meet him at the University of Avatica, a place he helped build many long centuries ago and has taught in ever since, he refuses to even look at Tieling in the flesh. He is deep in regret for things no one else knows, and though he clearly wishes to die, it is no longer an option.

So he will wallow instead.

What he finds himself confronting:

As much as he wishes to never again face what the Three have done, there are some things that cannot be escaped. And when those he invited to recover under his care are attacked, he comes close to being responsible for even more death than he can carry.

It is just one straw, but it is the one that breaks him.

It's just one, but there were eighty thousand lives he could have saved.

There are millions more now. And if he does not say something, they will be lost too.

And he will still remain.

Important connections:

Friends: Rillmother Veratrum, Penn Fleetwater, Carnelian Aster, Noah Torrent, Marie Trueheart, Rosalind Quickhand.

Enemies: Tieling of Nimia (not wholly, but it's complicated), the Highpriestess Delta of his youth (oh, how many things he would've said to her if he knew what he did now)

MUSIC

Themes - Where Do We Go From Here by Njord, Kingdom of Silence by Fractal Dreamers, Ode to Earth by Kamikaze Kitty

Vibes - Sirensong by Rosendale, Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths, Rilke Song by aeseaes