#how low was our redeemer brought

[morfinwen]

How low was our Redeemer brought, the King who held the stars Lay helpless in a maiden's arms and pressed against her heart While sheep and cattle raised their voice the babe could speak no words The ever flowing Spring of Joy had come to share our thirst

How low was our Redeemer brought, the Lord the worlds obeyed Would stumble as He learned to walk upon the ground He'd made The One the angels bowed before would kneel to wash our feet And be at home among the poor though He owned everything

Gloria, gloria in the highest Gloria, gloria in the highest

How low was our Redeemer brought to raise us from our shame And now the highest praise of all belongs to Jesus' name The Healer wounded on a tree to bear our grief and sin The King gave up His crown so we could ever reign with Him

Gloria, gloria in the highest Gloria, gloria in the highest Gloria, gloria in the highest Gloria, gloria in the highest Gloria, gloria in the highest Gloria, gloria in the highest Gloria, gloria in the highest Gloria, gloria in the highest

How low was our Redeemer brought to raise us from our shame And now the highest praise of all belongs to Jesus' name

[bethf1300]

The Paradox of the Incarnation

Indeed, the mystery of godliness is certainly great: He was revealed in the flesh, and vindicated in the spirit; he appeared to angels, and was announced to Gentiles; he was believed in the world, and taken up in glory. 1 Timothy 3:16 NTFE What is the paradox of the incarnation? I wrote about how Jesus reveals the Living God in a previous post. Through the incarnation, the Invisible and…

[primaviva]

PAIRING: gwen stacy x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: while hanging out in gwen’s room, you find a neatly folded piece of paper on the floor of her messy room, which is weird considering how messy she is. she clearly cares about it and upon questioning her, she doesn’t wanna spill her secret. it had you thinking, what was so special about the sheet of paper?

WARNINGS/NOTES: none! pure fluff, kissing, gwen being the rockstar gf that she is, crappy movies that’s not a warning im just scarred from actually watching the movie ENJOY !!

as the afternoon approached and the sun began its descent, the world outside seemed to transform into a watercolor landscape. from gwen's window, you gazed in wonder as the sky blazed with bright oranges, rich yellows, and deep purples, each hue dripping like drying artwork caught in a gentle breeze and blending seamlessly into the next like an artist's paint strokes. it was a breathtaking sight, and for a few moments, you simply savored the beauty of the world around you.

gwen had taken you to a peculiar sandwich joint on your date, one that she had seen being robbed by the typical goon. in hindsight, that should have been a red flag to you, but the food turned out to be surprisingly good. ‘maybe that villian that spiderwoman fought had some redeeming qualities after all and maybe he was onto something’ you thought. as the sun began to dip below the horizon, you both strolled through the city streets, not quite ready to call it a night. eventually, the clock crept towards 5:00 and gwen invited you back to her place. you accepted happily, totally not feeling a flutter of excitement in your stomach at the thought of spending more time with her.

gwen had stumbled upon a truly crappy movie on her laptop, but you were both excited to watch it regardless. it was a ritual the two of you had developed, where you would play bad movies and indulge in your inner video essay film bro, analyzing and critiquing every aspect of the film.

although gwen had stepped out of the room for a moment, you couldn't wait for her to return so you could resume watching "creature from cannibal creek." despite its laughably low budget of at most $50, the movie had captured your attention and you found yourself fascinated by its cheesy plot and shoddy special effects. in your mind, you couldn’t wait to argue with gwen once the film finished on how it was the ultimate "so bad it's good" movie and a cinematic masterpiece of our generation.

gwen was still downstairs fetching snacks, leaving you alone in her room. as you waited, you couldn't resist the urge to snoop around a little. as you explored, you tidied up a bit, putting things back in their place.

while you looked around, your eyes fell on a row of polaroids hanging on her wall. the sight of the pictures brought a smile to your face, and you couldn't help but pause to take a closer look. among them was a photo you had taken with gwen's camera when she was sick and you had come to stay with her. in the picture, you were holding the camera with a big grin on your face, striking a pose while gwen lay unconscious in the background, likely snoring away. you remembered how you had shown her the photo, and how she had rolled her eyes and said she hated it, even though you knew she was joking. seeing the picture still hanging on her wall brought a warmth to your chest, and you felt a rush of affection for her.

while you were looking around, your leg accidentally bumped into the bass drum of gwen's drum set, causing the front of it to pop out. you felt a twinge of panic at the thought of having damaged her beloved instrument. however, as you inspected the damage, something else caught your eye.

a small, neatly folded piece of loose leaf paper had fallen out from behind the bass drum cover. It looked like it had been ripped from gwen's notebook, but what surprised you was its pristine condition. gwen was notoriously messy and disorganized, and her belongings were no exception. it was unusual to see something so carefully folded and well-maintained. you couldn't help but wonder what was written on it, and why it was so important to her. the fact that she had gone to such lengths to preserve it only added to the mystery.

furrowing your brows in confusion, you bent down to pick up the small piece of paper. as you carefully unfolded it, you were surprised to see intricate patterns that looked like drummer notations for some sort of rhythm. ‘it’s a drum sheet’ you concluded.

your eyes widened as you realized what had really caught your attention, your name, written at the top of the page like a title. “(y/n),” you mouthed, heart beginning to race as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.

your body froze at the sudden sound of gwen's door opening wide, exposing you to her view with the sheet of paper in your hand. "sorry it took so long, but uh, you okay babe?" she asked, concern etched on her face. "i heard a loud bang and was wondering what it was-"

gwen froze mid-sentence as she saw what you were holding. you froze when she saw what you were holding. you both stood there in silence, and you couldn't help but feel like you had stumbled upon something you weren't supposed to see. in fact, gwen looked embarrassed, and you could feel your own cheeks heating.

"what's this, gwen?" you questioned, looking up at her and still holding the sheet of paper with your name on it. you tried to read her expression, but it was difficult to decipher. she slowly made her way over to you, setting the snacks down on the coffee table before taking a faraway glance at the sheet. the whole mood of the room had changed into something completely new, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind.

"uh, yeah. it’s is a drum sheet. i was just working on some new rhythms,” she lied, right through her teeth.

“gwen,” you deadpanned, “my name is on it…is it about me?” your voice was curious but also filled with excitement.

she hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. you stepped closer to her, handing her the piece of paper. “is there something you wanna tell me?”

"okay, okay, you caught me," gwen confessed, scratching the back of her neck and taking a deep breath as she prepared for the worst. "it's not just some new rhythms. it's a composition i've been working on for a while now… about you."

your eyes widened as your mouth parted slightly, now you didn’t know what to say. you felt a surge of butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and you had to look down to hide the heat rising to your cheeks. gwen's cheeks were equally flushed, and the room was filled with a charged silence as you both tried to process the confession.

“for real? it’s about me?” you asked in anticipation as your eyes lit up at hers.

gwen nods, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "yeah…ever since our first date, i've been wanting to express how i feel. about you, about us, about how you make me feel- but i uh couldn't find the words. so i channeled all of those emotions into my drumming, and this is what i came up with."

gwen had been playing drums for years, and it was her passion. she spent countless hours practicing and perfecting her skills, always striving to improve. but since your first date, gwen had been overwhelmed with emotions and feelings that she couldn't quite put into words. after she walked you to your place and got home herself, she couldn't find any other way to express how she was feeling besides getting on her drums. it started out simple and quiet as she reflected on the beginning of your relationship. but as she delved deeper into her thoughts, reminiscing about your beauty, your laughter, and how you made her feel seen, her hits got harder and her sound got louder. she only stopped when her dad knocked on her door, telling her to keep it down. but to gwen, playing the drums was like keeping a diary. every hit and every variation of sound coming from her drums was a sentence that described how she felt about you. over time, she had created a beautiful and powerful composition that perfectly captured the way you made her feel. it was her way of expressing her love for you, and it was a testament to how much you meant to her.

you were surprised and touched by this revelation. you had no idea that gwen had been working on a song about you this time, and it made your heart skip a beat knowing you were the muse.

you felt your heart swell at her words, but the look on her face was still flustered. "gwen, that's really sweet. i had no idea you were working on something like this. i mean a song about me? why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, no shame in how eager and giddy you sounded.

"i don't know… i didn't know how to bring it up and i didn't want to even think about showing it to you until it was perfect. i guess i just wasn't expecting you to find it,” she shrugged while glancing down to look at the paper.

you put your hands over here as she held the sheet, moving your head a little over the paper so she would look down at you instead. “well i'm glad i found it, and i'm honored you wrote something for me,” you tell her in a hushed tone, being so close to each other she could hear you with ease from the distance. her cheeks were airbrushed a pretty pink as she felt the softness of your hands touch against her jagged ones.

her hand cupped your cheek, bringing solace to your beating heart. despite her calloused hands, evident from her drumming, they held you with an equal amount of tenderness. gwen’s love for music was evident in every aspect of her being, from her rough fingertips to her deep, soulful eyes. it was as if the rhythm of life flowed through her every movement. yet, even in the midst of it all, she made you feel like you were floating, light as a feather in her embrace. she made you feel like you could forget all about your troubles and just enjoy the moment. you loved every bit of her, from her hands to the music that danced along her fingertips, to the deep love and appreciation she has for you. it was a feeling that made your heart skip a beat.

“can i hear it? if you’ll play it for me,” you ask her, not wanting to push gwen considering you weren’t even supposed to find it.

gwen nods, feeling a newfound sense of confidence begin to outshine her nerves. "of course. i'd love to play it for you," she spoke with a smile.

you got yourself comfortable on her bed, watching in anticipation as she set up her drums. a big smile was stretched upon your face as you eagerly waited for her to start playing.

"are you ready to hear it?" gwen asked, her voice trembling slightly.

you nodded eagerly as you watched her take a deep breath, the silence of the room was suddenly shattered by a big bang as the first notes began to fill the air.

it sounded slow and gentle, with a steady rhythm that gradually grew in complexity. it was melodic, and mirrored the range of gwen’s emotions. gwen's hands moved quickly and fluidly across the drums, creating a hypnotic melody that filled the room. she used different hand and stick movements that created different sounds and textures against the drum, elevating its sound and building the composition to a crescendo. it was reaching its loudest point.

the song sounded like her heartbeat, with each beat reflecting the pounding she felt when she was with you. in the beginning, the hits were gentle and slow, mirroring the time before you two began dating. but after your first date, gwen had fallen deeper and deeper for you, and every intense hit was a sign of every time she wanted to say i love you, every time she wanted to kiss you but was too scared to, and every time she just wanted to be near you. it was all about you. you couldn't take your eyes off of her as she played, her aura glowing as she hit each beat with precision and finesse. as the composition progressed, gwen's movements became more and more passionate, her face contorting with emotion as she poured everything she had into the music. she had never felt more in tune with her emotions before, as if she was communicating her feelings directly through each echo of the drums that bounced off the walls. as gwen played, she felt a sense of catharsis wash over her, a release of all the repressed emotions that she had been holding onto for so long. every beat of the drum was like a weight being lifted off her chest.

for gwen, music was a way to express herself in a way that words could not. it was a way to communicate her deepest emotions and feelings, to connect with others on a level that was beyond language. and in that moment, as she played her heart out, she felt more connected to you than ever before.

you watched in awe as you felt yourself being transported to another whole world. gwen’s world. as the music filled the room, you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the rhythm, feeling your body slowly rock in time with the beat.

as the song reached its climax, the thunderous high gradually began to die down, the sound of quick fluttering against the drums still evident as the composition eased its transition back to its origin. gwen's hands moved so quickly that they blurred together. however, the song never returned to the same gentle tone it had in the beginning. yes, it was quieter, but it was also peaceful and optimistic. it was symbolic of how much you had changed gwen's life, how you had supported her to be better and how she had become a better person just for you. now, she had never been happier and more at peace with you by her side to make her days a little bit easier. her heart, the composition, was no longer slow but balanced, reflecting the growth and transformation that she had experienced since meeting you. as the energy in the room reached a fever pitch, you could feel the emotions rising, building towards a powerful climax. and when the final note rang out, gwen was left breathless, her hands still hovering over the drums as she took a moment to catch her breath.

you, on the other hand, were left speechless, moved by the intensity and beauty of her musical expression of love.

"that was... incredible," you managed to say, voice slightly hoarse. your eyes were glossy, and tears threatened to form as you struggled to find the right words. “i’ve never heard anything like that before gwen.”

feeling overwhelmed by the intensity and beauty of the music, you made your way out of her bed and slowly walked around her drums, taking in the sight of gwen in all her glory. her smile was radiant, a mix of relief and pride shining through as she looked at you. the two of you just stood there in silence, savoring the afterglow of the performance. it was as if time had stood still, and nothing else in the world mattered except for the two of you and the music.

“i'm glad you liked it," she replied, putting the drum sticks down and catching her breath. “i just wanted to find a way to express how much you mean to me, and this seems like it was the best way to do it."

for gwen, playing the composition had been a deeply personal and emotional experience, one that had allowed her to express herself in a way that words never could. and for you, it had been a moment of pure magic, a glimpse into the depths of gwen's heart and soul that left you feeling grateful.

before you knew it you jumped into gwens lap as she was still sitting on the stool. she let out a gasp before catching and holding you firmly against her, sitting you more comfortably on her while your arms made their way around her neck and pulled her close. as you embraced her tightly, gwen could feel the warmth of your tears on her shoulder. she held her close, feeling a sense of contentment that she had never experienced before.

"i didn't mean to make you cry," gwen said softly, one hand wrapping around your waist while the other rubbed up and down your back. “was i that bad?” she joked, which earned a loud snort from you which was muffled by her skin.

"i’m okay- i’m sorry," you apologized weakly, pulling back to look into gwen's eyes. "it's just... your song was so beautiful, and it really hit me. i don't think i've ever felt so loved before."

gwen felt her heart swell with love at your words. she had poured so much of herself into the composition, and to hear that it had touched you deeply was more than she had ever hoped for.

she moved her hand from your back to cup your cheek, using her thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes. 'i'm glad," gwen replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "i wanted you to know how you make me feel… how grateful i am for you, and i couldn't find the words. but i think the drums said it all."

you smiled, wiping away the last of your tears.

“yeah, your drums have a big ass mouth. maybe that’s how i can tell you own them,” you agreed, voice still shaky. “it was perfect, i loved it.”

gwen giggled at how you sounded, her laughter filling the room. "i guess you're right," she agreed, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "but in all seriousness, i'm glad you loved it. i put a lot of myself into that composition, so it means everything to me that it touched you."

she grinned, relieved that she was finally able to share the song with you. you cupped her cheeks with a bright smile, savoring the moment.

“just wish i could express myself as well as you do,” gwen admitted, her eyes looking into yours like she’s staring at the world.

you gave her a reassuring look, hands caressing the sides of her face lightly. “that’s fine with me,” you replied, reminding gwen of your willingness to be patient with her. “what you did spoke volumes.”

you stared at gwen's lips, feeling a rush of desire wash over you. you wanted nothing more than to feel her own on yours, to taste the sweetness of her mouth and lose yourself in the moment. slowly, you leaned in, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. you paused for a moment, inches away from the inevitable kiss as you gazed deeply into her eyes. they were like watercolor paintings, shades of blue and green blending together in a mesmerizing pattern. the tension in the air made her heart skip a beat, and before you knew it, she leaned in to meet your lips, closing the gap between you both. her mouth on yours was tender and slow, a reflection of her passion and love for you. you pulled her closer as she leaned her head to the side, allowing you the deepen the kiss. it felt like a declaration of love, like you both knew you were meant to be together.

as you and gwen pulled away, you rested your foreheads against one another, catching your breaths and reveling in each other's presence. the world faded away, leaving you two in this perfect period of lovers bliss.

“i love you,” gwen said, her voice barely above a whisper. you felt your blood rush to your cheeks at her words, despite hearing them before. she didn’t say it often, but you knew that for gwen, expressing certain things verbally wasn’t easy. it wasn’t the frequency that she said it to you that mattered, but the sincerity in her voice about her love for you. everytime she said it, it felt like a precious gift and a reminder of how important you are to her.

"i love you too," you replied, your eyes glistening as you looked at the love that reflected in her gaze.

suddenly, you both heard the low battery sound from gwen’s laptop. it was then you both remembered the snacks you had set up to watch a that crappy film.

"we should probably get back to the movie," gwen suggested, laughing at the thought of what they were about to watch.

"you're right, we can’t leave that oscar worthy cinematic gold waiting," you joked, smiling even though your sentence sounded like word vomit. "but first…”

before you finished your sentence, you leaned in and kissed gwen again, your lips meeting softly as you let the warm and comforting sensation of her mouth sink in.

"okay, now i think we can go watch the movie," gwen said, grinning from ear to ear as she picked you up from under your thighs and carried you to her bed. you laughed at her sudden display of strength, fighting the urge to make a suggestive joke.

gwen turned the lights off as you both got comfortable, snuggling into her side. your head against the crook of her neck as her arm hooked around your shoulder, lightly tracing your chest. the atmosphere radiated a peaceful feeling as you felt your muscles relax, happier than ever to be this close to your girlfriend.

she made sure her laptop was charged before pressing play on the movie, and you both settled in for what promised to be a night of laughter and relaxation. when the opening credits rolled, you felt gwen's hand slip into yours, and you squeezed it gently, feeling the heat of her skin against yours.

as you watched the terrible plot unfold, you guys couldn't help but laugh at how bad it was. from the outrageous twists to the ridiculous costumes and awful sound effects, it was a train wreck of epic proportions. in other words, flaming garbage. but you both didn't care, because you were together, and that was all that mattered.

when the movie finally ended, you both began your stupid arguments and psychoanalysis of the film. but gwen could tell you were getting tired by the way your speech started to slow as you talked. she closed the laptop and moved it to her coffee table before gently guiding your head onto her chest, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close.

you felt her fingers run through your hair as her hands traced and roamed your skin, guiding you to sleep. she felt content as your breathe hit her neck, finding her own eyes getting heavy.

the last thing you felt as you drifted off to sleep was her strong arms wrapped around you, a warm kiss to your temple, and a faint “i’m so glad i met you.”

gwen felt a sense of pride and happiness as she looked at you, knowing that asking you to be her girlfriend was one of the best decisions she had ever made. even though she might not always be able to express her feelings in words, she was determined to show you just how much you meant to her. through her actions and her unwavering support, you knew that she loved you deeply and would always be there for you. whether it was a warm embrace after a long day, a silly joke to make you smile, or a simple kiss on the forehead, gwen always found ways to show you that you were loved and cherished.

you knew that you were lucky to have her in your life. and yeah, she might not always say what she feels, but her actions spoke louder than words, and you know that her love for you is real.

A/N: i thought this idea was so cute so i wrote this whole thing at like midnight. anyway creature of cannibal creek is a real ass movie and it’s actually unbelievably bad that it’s a comedy like the budget….that’s a post for another time anyway reblogs and everything are super appreciated ty for the love 😘

© 2023 primaviva

[thr0wnawayy]

AU Ideas and other Concepts. 1/?)

Authors Note: I apologize for the delay for the upcoming chapters of Crownless Monarchy, I have been working on the next three chapters (at once) and hope to release them sometime soon.

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Hey y'all. I figured I'd let some of these ideas see the light of day. Perhaps one of you can make something of them.

A bit of disclaimer: The way "s/i" isn't the typical. A Self Insert is usually the author putting themselves as a character.

In the MHA Community this is usally done through projecting ones personality through an existing character (ex: Midoriya)

The way I use S/I is a either:

A: A OC with knowledge or awareness of MHA's canon in some form (visions, reincarnation, intution) These characters are usually made up from a collection of different people and experiences, rather than just my own personhood.

A Character like Seven fit this bill.

B: S/I but Ingrained. Aka a S/I that blends and adapts to the world of MHA, their past self is not as relevant (if it's brought up at all) however may play a role in their perspectives and world views.

A Character like Arachne fits this bill (for another post)

With that out of the way, let's start small and work our way up:

Bonuses: (Minor prompts and concepts)

Dabi uses the PLF's connections to give Rei better treatment/conditions at the Hospital, or just transfer her all together to somewhere safe.

The Hood Enji fights is a Twice Clone while the real Hood is elsewhere.

S/I wakes up as Touya after the 3 year coma.

This one's out there: Hood meets Rei and causes a realization through his blunt honesty (f-flowers, iss the bar t-that low?)

Gigantomachia rewrite/replacement (idk, mine said make them motivational rather than denouncing, also make them smart)

a Vigilante group inspired by the 50 Blessings Organization from Hotline Miami

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Event Swap: At Kamino, Enji's crimes are exposed (how is up to you)

Funfact: The above prompt was originally a time travel fic, here's the unfinished script & notes

HPSC gets exposed as well [ Child soldier project] ) (Perhaps this can be added as well?)

Zero was disguised as AFO and sheds her disguse for her grand reveal

Zero twirled around in place, glittering in the moonlight, taking deep breath "Come and serenade with me, Uncle Toshi." she was wild, wild and yet so meticulous.

They were speechless, shell shocked, They were running to the smoke and lost themselves in the fire.

"You're looking glum Endeavor, y'know for someone who's just achieved No1 status, Ya really need to brighten up!" She jeered.

A canon formed out of her forearm, quickly firing a beam of energy. An explosion rocked the district, some heroes barley fleeing in time, others not so fortunate.

She barked a manic laugh, her eyes wide as saucers, onslaught never ceasing, never to falter.

And as she made her great adeau, the nation finally knew that the age of heroism was torn asunder.

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Bonus: After Ms.Curious is killed, S/I posses her body and lives again (Type A: S/I)

Bonus: Strike Back

Class of Aldera is done with Bakugo's shit( Students stand up for Midorya and try to redeem themselves)

( Fingers calls himself a coward for giving into pressure and fear [ was forced to attack Midorya, threatened verbally and physically by Bakugo and became numb to it], is inspired by a David Shield interview to become a scientist )

Star and Stripes' (Cathleen Bate's) Neice, Head of the W.H.A, travels to Japan following AM'S retirement/ Kamino and begins to take over the reigns from the HPSC. Starting with U.A's internships.

Profile: Mary-Ann Bate

Dirty Blonde, 6,2 ft , wavy blonde hair slightly past shoulders, well kempt, suits and pants

Stern attitude, takes no shit, willing to ground Endevour and Hawks's hero licenses

Q: Reality

Bonus: Replaceable

During the sludge incident it's not Bakugo whom Midorya pulls out

A New Course Of Action:

Following the disaster (Pointless Kamakaze raid), Dabi's expose video and Twice's death at Jaku, The civilians of Tokyo decide to take matters into their own hands, it all starts with one after all.

And lastly a character profile of a background character turned OC

If you need reference, this is the girl seated next to Midoriya at Aldera, her quirk is pretty rad with the possibility of being better than Hellflame (because she seems to have fine control over the flame itself, becoming it). Of course she needs professional training first

I imagined them (her and Mido) here as friends who met halfway through middle school and have stuck together since.

Much like her quirk and namesake, Ryukka has a fiery disposition and doesn't take kindly to people* harassing her friend(s) (*read Bakugo)

She's one the only people at Aldera willing to stand up to him (her flames cause his quirk to overload)

As hinted at in her quote, she does get into UA and thanks to her and Midorya's study sessions (Quirk and academic wise) she gets in with high scores (beating out Bakugo's score in the Entrance Exam)

Has beef with Aizawa

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As I stated, everything in here is up for grabs so feel free to use it in your works if you so wish.

Just remember to link it here in the comments

-Thr0wnawayy

[nyxvaledoeswriting]

FFXIV Write, Day 19: Taken

Rated T

Ship: Emet-Selch/Azem

Azem finds out what happened while she was away during the Final Days.

The silence in the conclave was deafening, suffocating. Persephone swore she could hear the heartbeats of the other convocation members that stood around her with heads bowed. They encased her, bearing down on her like disappointed parents.

At the center she stood along with Hades… no, not Hades. Not her Hades. This was Emet-Selch, the Redeemer, in all his glory. Harsh and calculating and cruel.

How could the purpose of Emet-Selch twist her lover so that she couldn’t even recognize him anymore? They stood with much space between them, almost if Emet-Selch was afraid to be near her.

“What have you done?” Persephone questioned in a low voice, eyes trained on Emet-Selch alone.

“Only what was necessary. The Final Days were upon us, we couldn’t-” Elidibus’ words were panicked yet somehow calm in the face of one of his friends. The betrayal on her face must’ve been evident.

“What have you done??” Persephone demanded in a louder voice, her question blatantly meant for Emet-Selch rather than the other members. Her hands were trembling at her sides and nausea threatened to overtake her.

“Only what was necessary,” Emet-Selch repeated Elidibus’ words plainly. His flat, matter-of-fact tone chilled her blood and left her reeling. But she couldn’t let him see how much he was already affecting her. She had to be strong.

What had become of Amaurot while she was away? Her beloved home, devoid of light and life.

“We are the convocation of the fourteen! We are supposed to guide and protect our people! This is a path we will not, nay, can not stray from! How many have perished for this would-be god that promises unshakeable protection from that which we brought upon ourselves? How many more must be taken? What if this ‘Zodiark’ can never be satisfied with the stolen aether of our citizens? How many more will be sacrificed?!” Her voice rose with her fury, her incredulousness.

How could any member of the convocation believe this was truly the best solution? How many did they lose for a god they knew nothing about? Loved ones that could never return from the life stream.

“If you don’t understand our motives behind this plan, then perhaps you weren’t made for the seat of Azem. After seeing the world and how it has been marred in the face of the Final Days, you out of all of us should agree this was the only option.” Lahabrea spoke up in that neutral tone of his. Had he no empathy? Did he not understand the gravity of what has taken place?

“The only option?! If our only option is to murder those who look to us in times of need, then it is no option at all!”

“Azem, that is enough,” Emet-Selch barked out sharply. “You were not here during the talks, ergo you forfeited your right to speak up against this measure. As Lahabrea has reminded you, we had precious few options in the face of this calamity. During times of great catastrophe, the many outweigh the few.”

Persephone’s face heated up and she stepped forward to meet her lover face-to-face. She set her jaw as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She never thought she would ever have to face down the love of her life, but the world was different now. Things would never be the same after this. The moon in her night sky was gone, replaced with whoever this fraud was who wore his mask. The mask placed a barrier between them, unflinching and cold.

“You’ve taken everything from the people, our people. Their loved ones, their homes, their lives,” she tried to keep her voice even as she kept speaking. “You took Hythlodaeus from me, from us. I never got to say goodbye, his life snuffed out as if he were nothing more than smoldering ashes left by a waning fire. I will never get to see my sun again, nor my moon. Hyth is gone and I didn’t even have the chance to tell him how much I loved him.”

Azem lunged out to grip Emet-Selch’s robes as tears streamed down her face. The force knocked the mask from his own face, revealing an expression devoid of emotion. When she looked up into those pale yellow eyes, she saw nothing. Something was terribly wrong. Creators, what had they done?

“Hades,” she choked out, reaching towards his face before stopping short. “No, please, don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me after everything. I’ve already lost Hyth, I can’t lose you too,” she wept against him before she sank to her knees. “You’ve forsaken us all…” Persephone gripped the bottom of his robe to keep herself grounded.

“The conclave will endure, as we were destined to in the face of adversity.”

[actorsmask]

Blythe: About OCs

About Amberlynn(@/cat-lover-amberlynn): Oh, a fellow Fool. I remember that big brother had a few flings with her before... Hoo boy, but it was not a relationship or thing I was expecting to last since it was transactional. But! She does have access to amazing dresses, so I'm not complaining. She's rather nice too.

About Warau(@/w4rau-sm1les): ... Him? Uh, he's... Unique, that's for sure. My advice: Don't acquaint yourself with him. He's either gonna kill you for the fun, befriend you and annoy you constantly for fun, or break you down mentally for fun. Yes, it's all for fun. Why haven't I cut him off yet?........ That's a good question, to be honest.

About Simon(@/masked-genie): Oh, Simon! My other big brother! We knew each other before the whole curio incident that turned me into a kid, and even back then he was pretty polite. Who knew he turned out to be Veritas' ex... Pretty scary to see the two fight when you turned into a kid, especially when he kind of walked out on you. But that's all in the past, and we're all on good terms now!

About Elinoir(@/riddler-elinoir): Oh, she's a really fun lady! Her riddles are interesting, and she always interesting things to bring up during conversation. It must be pretty fun being following the Enigmata. As far as I know, you can just walk around and spread misinformation! Though, I think Veritas is getting annoyed of her.

About Zila(@/thecursedooone): I don't like her. At all. I don't like people that have tried to kill me, and I never trust people with a grudge against the Fools as a Fool myself. I'd rather live a long life, thanks!

About Hatsu(@/4a-5tu): It was a complicated relationship at first, but we slowly but surely started to bond with each other. I never knew that we would’ve started dating, much less be this open about it. But I don’t mind it at all, I’m glad that we managed to meet each other… Even if it wasn’t the best at first.

About Rayne(@/rayne-carnation): Another rough start to talk about… She shot Sampo after all. But luckily it was that only, and she was nice enough to be deemed redeemable and it lasted. We’re on relatively good terms now, but not really close. Hatsu seems to enjoy her company though.

About Phyvas(@/phy-v4s): He's an interesting memokeeper, that's for sure. I can't disclose our conversation and interaction because he kind of threatened me, but he seems like a nice enough guy. He didn't try to kill me after all.

About Hyena(@/hyenapriest): Nice fella, nice friend, what else need I say? They were there for me a few times during a low point, and helped cheer me up. Didn't know how to, but they got the spirit.

About Hanako(@/yxxrei-aoiro): I met her in the Snow Plains once, brought her back to Belobog for some time and chatted with her. She's been sheltered in a safe house Wildfire provided, and she seems to be doing fine. She talks to her friend sometimes.

About Shelley(@/spaceoddityhsr): Interesting and fun! A Nameless and an Emanator of Harmony, and supposed aunt of the legendary Trailblazer! Who wouldn't be curious about her? Though, with all her titles and whatnot, she's not that different from a regular person. She's just a lady with a good sense of humor and a lot of good things to talk about!

About Aphelion(@/of-dust-and-scrap): Aphelion! Mechanic from another planet, right? They're a really fun person to be around, and they don't discriminate! I went to the Belobog Museum once with them, and it was pretty fun hearing them talk about the machinery here and on other planets! I also learned a few tidbits of history~

I will update this voiceline list as Blythe meets more OCs!!!

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Great Sacrifice

by Charles H. Spurgeon

O GOD our Father, we do remember well when we were called to Thee, with many sweet and wooing voices we were bidden to return. Thou didst Thyself hang out the lights of mercy that we might know the way home and Thy dear Son Himself came down to seek us. But we wandered still. It brings the tears to our eyes to think that we should have been so foolish and so wicked, for we often extinguished the light within and conscience we tried to harden and we sinned against light and knowledge with a high hand against our God.

Thou hast often brought us very low even to our knees and we cried for mercy, but we rose to sin again. Blessed was that day when Thou didst strike the blow of grace—the effectual blow. Then didst Thou wither up our comeliness and all our perfection was rolled in the dust. We saw ourselves to be slain by the law, to be lost, ruined, and undone, and then we rolled to and fro in the tempests of our thoughts and staggered like drunken men and were at our wits’ end—then did we cry unto Thee in our trouble, and blessed be Thy name forever, Thou didst deliver us.

O happy day that sealed our pardon with the precious blood of Jesus accepted by faith. We would recall the memory of that blessed season by repeating it. We come again now to the cross whereon the Savior bled. We give another look of faith to Him. We trust we never take away our eyes off Him, but if we have done so, we would look anew. We would gaze into the body of the Son of God, pierced with nails, parched with thirst, bleeding, dying, because “It pleased the Father to bruise Him; He hath put Him to grief.”

Lord God, we see in Thy crucified Son a sacrifice for sin. We see how Thou hast made Him to be sin for us that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him and we do over again accept Him to be everything to us. This is the victim by whose blood the covenant is made through faith. This is that Paschal Lamb by the sprinkling of whose blood all Israel is secured, for Thou hast said, “When I see the blood I will pass over you.” This is the blood which gives us access into that which is within the veil. This is the blood which now to our souls is drink indeed and we do rejoice in the joy which this new wine of the covenant hath given unto our spirits.

We would take afresh the cup of salvation and call upon the name of the Lord. We would pay our vows now in the midst of all the Lord’s people and in the courts of His house, and this is a part payment of our vow that we bless the Lord Jesus who hath put away our sin. We bless Him that He hath redeemed us unto Himself not with corruptible things as silver and gold, but with His own precious blood and we do avow ourselves today to be the Lord’s.

We are not our own. We are bought with a price. Lord Jesus, renew Thy grasp of us, take us over again, for we do even with greater alacrity than ever before surrender ourselves to Thee, and so “Bind the sacrifice with cords, even with cords to the horns of the altar.” O Lord, I am Thy servant and the son of Thine handmaid. Thou hast loosed my bonds. The Lord liveth, and blessed be my Rock. Henceforth within that Rock I hide myself. For Him I live. The Lord enable all His people with sincere hearts, with undivided hearts, thus again to give themselves up to Jesus, and do Thou set in them anew the marks and tokens of Thy possession till every one of us shall say as many of us can say, “From henceforth let no man trouble me; for I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus Christ.”

We bless Thee, Lord, for that mark to which some of us can look back with much joy. It is not in our hand, nor in our forehead, nor on our foot, nor on our heart alone. Our whole body has been buried with Christ in baptism unto death and now the whole body, soul, and spirit, by our willing consecration, belong unto Christ henceforth and forever.

Our Father, there is one prayer which has kept rising to our lip even while we have been thus speaking to Thee. It comes from our very heart. It is, Bring others to Thyself. Hast Thou not said, O God of Jacob, “Yet will I gather others unto Him that have not been gathered?” Hast Thou not given to Thy Son the heathen for His inheritance and the uttermost parts of the earth for His possession? Lord, give Thy Son the reward of His travail. Give Him a part of that reward this day wherever He is preached. Oh! that some might be moved with the love of Christ.

Lord, some know not who Thou art. Convince them of Thy deity and Thy power to save. Lord, many of them do not think. They live as if they were to die and there would be an end of them. O divine Spirit, convince them of judgment to come. Set before each careless eye that day of terrible pomp when for every idle word that men shall speak they must give an account. O divine Spirit, teach unreasonable men true reason. Teach the obdurate sensitiveness. Look upon them, Jesus, just as Thou didst on those of the synagogue, not with anger, but still being grieved because of the hardness of their hearts. “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do,” and bring many, many, many this very day to the dear feet that were nailed to the cross. Oh! how we long for it. Deny us what Thou wilt, only bring sinners to Thyself.

Lord Jesus, Thou art gone from us. We rejoice that this is the fact, for Thou hast taught us that it is expedient for us that Thou shouldest go and that the Comforter should be with us, but oh! let us not miss that promised presence of the Comforter. May He be here to help and succor in all works of faith and labors of love, and may we feel that He has come among us and is dwelling with us because He is convincing the world of sin, of righteousness, and of judgment to come.

O Spirit of God, bring men to accept the great propitiation, to see their sin washed away in the purple flood whose fount was opened when the heart of Christ was pierced, and may blood-washed sinners begin to sing on earth that everlasting anthem which shall be sung by all the redeemed in heaven.

We beseech Thee now, Lord, to look upon all Thy people and grant everyone a blessing. Some are in great trouble. Deliver them, we pray Thee. Others may be in great peril, though they have no trouble. The Lord save His people from the evils of prosperity. It may be some of Thine own people find it hard to worship because of cares. May they be able, like Abraham, when the birds came down upon the sacrifice, to drive them away.

O Spirit of God, make us all more holy. Work in us more completely the image of Christ. We do long to be as the Lord Jesus Christ in spirit and temper, and in unselfishness of life. Give us the character of Christ, we pray Thee. Redemption from the power of sin is purchased with His blood and we crave for it, and pray that we may daily receive it. Let the whole militant Church of Christ be blessed. Put power into all faithful ministries. Convert this country. Save it from abounding sin. Let all the nations of the earth know the Lord, but especially bless those nations that speak our own dear mother tongue, where our same Lord and Christ is worshipped this day after the same fashion.

The Lord bless His people. Bring the Church to break down all bonds of nationality, all limits of sects, and may we feel the blessed unity which is the very glory of the Church of Christ. Yea, let the whole earth be filled with His glory. Our prayer can never cease until we reach this point, “Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.” Nothing less than this can we ask for. And now hear us as we pray for the Sovereign and all in authority, and ask Thy blessing to rest upon this land, and let Thy blessing extend over all the family of man. We ask it for Christ’s sake. Amen.

[kichous]

✧･ﾟ:*   by the cold entrance

summary. fushiguro. so you hadn’t been the only one who moved on. series. how should i greet thee ? part one . part two . part three . part four . part five you’re here ! pairing. past fushiguro toji x f!reader. warnings. canon-typical misogyny. word count. 2092.

The elders never called upon you.

You are no longer a member of the main branch, the tenuous matrimonial tie severed after Toji absconded with your firstborn, destroyed entirely after it was clear he would not be returning—on account of his being dead and all. But even during your marriage, you went overlooked because of your husband. At most, you were tolerated for your technique’s vague similarity to the Ten Shadows.

The Zen’in clan at large is more fond of your second husband, Saiichi. But seeing as your only real point of reference was the nigh omnipresent derision towards Toji, the bar may as well be below the earth’s mantle. Regardless, you’ve been treated more kindly as the years pass. The cruelest among you will mock you for being abandoned by the lowest of the low. The rest see that you’ve redeemed yourself by serving as the perfect wife. You’ve even managed to gain a couple of sycophants after your secondborn, a strong and healthy son, began manifesting your technique, claiming Toji was an ungrateful fool for ever daring to leave you. 

It’s easier to accept these words than to admit the truth, that you had driven him away, and so you do.

But these were bottom feeders who would never be anything more in their lives. The true authoritative heads of the clan paid you little heed, and you were glad for it. Once they learned that Megumi had in fact inherited the desired technique, a bright red target was painted on your back for letting him slip from your grasp. Thus, when Naobito demanded (not requested, for that would imply he gave you the option to refuse) your presence, you were rightfully wary.

Little did you know that you’d been brought into discussions regarding the fate of your eldest son. Not that you were given permission to participate, instead made to sit in silence with your daughter on your hip as Naobito argued with a child.

The Gojo boy had asked, at one point, if you were ever going to speak. If you even could.

“She is not here to negotiate,” interceded Naobito on your behalf. You had been a little preoccupied with the girl using your torso as a makeshift jungle gym to respond, but you know he would’ve spoken for you even if you hadn’t. “She will be the boy’s guardian and tutor if he’s going to the clan.”

I’m his MOTHER, you want to scream. You hold your tongue instead.

It isn’t until they call a break in the talks that you get the chance to use your voice. Whilst the Zen’in elders talk among themselves, you slip away to corner the Gojo boy. He smiles as you approach, more at Nobue as she tugs at your ear with all the strength of a two year-old. Both of her brothers were far more docile, and you grab her tiny hands in a vice grip and pin them to her front.

“How old are you?” you ask the boy, in lieu of a proper greeting.

He purses his lips. “That’s rude,” says Gojo Satoru. “You wouldn’t like it if I asked how old you were, would you, baa-san?”

A vein throbs in your forehead. You know better than to rise to the bait. “You’re still in high school?”

“Does it matter?”

“I just find it hard to believe that my ex-husband would entrust our child to another child.” Comprehension dawns in his blue eyes, just barely visible over the rims of his glasses, and you allow your lips to curve just a bit. Shifting your grip on Nobue, you shrug. “Although, based on what I’ve heard about you, calling you a child wouldn't be doing you justice.”

“It just makes me look haughty to agree with you,” hums Gojo, a shrewd tilt to his head. He’s sizing you up just as much as you are him. You’re reminded of his much more guileless uncle, a prospective husband you’d written off because of the young man in front of you.

What had become of him? The Gojo clan is powerful, but their dominance rested solely on the shoulders of this brat and no one else. The Zen’in clan, by comparison, had a small town’s worth of capable sorcerers. You and your husband are considered part of the Akashi, just below the elites.

The boy grins, and you’re envious of his lack of crows feet. “But you’re right. Your ex never mentioned you, you know. Just the clan.”

Ruefully, you chuckle. “Knowing Toji, we’re probably one and the same in his eyes. Were, I suppose.” You still find yourself correcting tenses, even after all this time.

“Yeah, he kinda gave me the impression that Megumi’s mom was dead.”

An amateurish attempt at getting under your skin. You plaster a smile on your face. “Yeah, that sounds like him.” Leaning closer, you drop your voice to a whisper and impress upon him all the wistfulness you can muster. It isn’t entirely insincere. You are curious about the boy you’d once thought forever lost to you. “Megumi… what is he like? The last time I saw him, he was just a baby, not even a year old.”

Gojo takes a moment to ponder his response. He’s opting for honesty, then. “He’s stern for his age,” he says eventually. “Serious, even though he’s so little. I reckon he had to grow up quick after being abandoned by all three of his parents. He’s so unimpressed by everything around him that that in itself is a little impressive. Is that his little sister?”

You blink as he jerks his chin at Nobue, switching tacks so quickly you don’t pivot in time. “I’m not exactly a babysitter,” you snark, harsher than you had intended. So maybe he had ticked you off just a bit, implying that you’d left Megumi when in reality he’d been taken from you.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Gojo laughs. It’s an annoying sound. It suits him. “It’s just that he has an older sister,” he says. “They’re sort of a package deal, stuck together at the hip. She practically raised him, and he loves her a lot. But I’m not sure if the clan would take her in, since she’s just an ordinary person.”

Dismissively, you click your tongue. “What becomes of his stepsister is of no concern to the clan. There’s nothing for her here.” And you have your hands full as it is without having to care for someone else’s daughter. What was your replacement like, you wonder. Did Toji ever look at her the way he used to look at you? Did this brat also call him Dad? Jealousy is an ugly thing, and you are no stranger to it.

You don’t realize just how full of motion Gojo is until he stills at your words. “No,” he agrees. “I guess there isn’t.”

“Thank you for talking to me.” You pay his honesty in kind—with earnestness, if nothing else. You reach out to pat his shoulder lightly. He remains tense, and your hand never makes contact with him. His technique, it looks like. Being outfoxed by a boy is embarrassing. “You’re… different than how I imagined you.”

That breathes life back into him. Any chance for him to preen, you suppose. “Oh? And what exactly does that mean?”

“It means that I was expecting a snot-nosed, self-absorbed, greedy, and entitled little brat.” Nobue kicks you in the ribs, perhaps a warning that you’re laying it on a little too thick. “But you're just an ordinary kid.”

“Oh, I’m all of those things,” Gojo snickers. “But thanks. You’re different, too. I was the one who asked you to be here, or at least whoever they were going to pawn poor Megumi off to. Did you know that?”

“No, I didn’t.” Wouldn’t that have been a surprise, if Naobito had simply dropped him into your lap one day without any warning?

No, the truth was that he’d used you as leverage today. Parade the birth mother around, make it seem like the boy was going to be in good hands, with his immediate family, when in actuality, you’d be lucky to even get a glimpse of him. Your hypothesis had been proven correct all these years later, and now the elders are chomping at the bit to have him. It’s highly likely you won’t even get scraps. Were they banking on Gojo to just wipe his hands clean of the entire thing? Or were they going to dress you both up as a loving mother-son duo if he so happened to stop by to see how things were going?

“I suppose I should thank you, then—though I’ll save that for after I hear your opinion of me. I may end up cursing you instead,” you tell him.

Gojo snorts, a noise curtailed by Naobito’s re-entry into the room. They lock gazes, and then Gojo turns to look at you. You think there may be a flash of understanding there.

More than anything, you want your baby back in your arms, even if he’s not actually a baby anymore. But as long as the man behind you still lives, you’ll never get your son back. Toji wouldn’t have wanted this, for the boy to be used as a puppet, corrupted by the vile brood that had once cast him out. Now that he’s gone, as is Megumi’s step-mother, you and the boy in front of you are all he has left by way of parents.

“If this were to fall through, who would be taking care of my son?” You speak carefully and quietly, all too aware of the needle-sharp daggers sent your way by your clansman.

“He’d be a ward of the school,” answers Gojo. “But I’d act as his primary guardian.”

“Ah. I see.” Good enough. The strongest sorcerer alive, the scion of a prestigious family. You smile at him, leaning closer and lowering your voice to convey shyness more so than conspiracy. “Do you… do you think he’d like me?”

Gojo’s spectacles slip down the bridge of his nose, and you’re met with the full ferocity of his blue eyes. They’re piercing, searching, and circumspect as he scrutinizes your face. Is this really what you want? As you dip your head, a wicked sneer spreads across his features, tempered slightly by the grudging respect in his gaze. It’s not noticeable from afar, and Naobito is distant enough that he won’t pick up on it.

Brows curved low, a brief flash of teeth, and a vicious curve of his lips punctuate Gojo’s too-loud  (or rather, loud enough) words: “Nah, you’re too much of an evil step-mom.”

It stings, but it’s for the best. They’ll blame you for this, for speaking out of turn and botching the deal. Your reputation will suffer. Your husband will be angry, for once, instead of merely indifferent. You lay your cheek on top of Nobue’s head as she whines and nuzzles into your neck.

This is the world she will grow up in, your sweet, feisty little girl. She will be made to be docile, to obey and never question, to serve her father and brother and someday her husband. The world will take and take and take from her, this clan nothing but a ravenous black hole that will never have its fill. Her brother Morinaga’s life will be a thousand times easier by virtue of his sex, though it can’t be said that the Zen’in clan was ever kind to its sons either. They will break him in his training, and if he winds up in the Akashi along with his family, the disappointment may crush him. And yet all you can do is hold your children a little tighter and teach them to endure and survive what’s to come.

But if you have to let one of go far away from you to spare him of this fate, of course you will. He is all that you have left of the love of your life—but you know that it will be better this way. Megumi will be safe, and with any luck, he will be happier than he would ever be with you.

Gojo is still talking, now over your head, playful and impish where Naobito is livid.

You press quick kisses to Nobue’s crown, then temple, then cheek, as you squeeze your eyes shut to try and drown out the image of a little boy with wild raven spikes for hair and his father’s jade eyes in shadow.

[uldren-sov]

for oc asks: not-so-nice edition, a meme that was practically made for javi, monster, skin and wound for javi >:3c

Mr. Lasombra and one half of the Lasom-bros, Javier "Mateo Sandoval" Medellín Ask meme here!

(tyty for the asks!!! these are JUICY)

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

I mean just by saying he's a vampire is saying he's monstrous right? d: or is that the easy cop-out answer? Realistically even then there are things lurking under the surface than just the power of death, the void, and Oblivion. Soul-eater, kin-killer, there's something very wrong about a member of a species that can only feed on it's own - something deviant and devious and most certainly wrong. But when the baseline is wrong by our human standards, does that still make someone monstrous?

Beyond being a diabolist and blood leech, there's the fact that something out there in the Dark is calling to him, spoke to him, and the idea that he can shadowbox with his shadow sure is p.spooky.

He rejects his monstrous-ness as a necessary, as a righteous thing among his kind and a way to gain some relief by not preying upon the very people he swore his life to protect but maybe his most interesting conflict is just what it will take to have him crumble and accept his change as being monstrous without trying to be redeeming about it at all.

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

NO. NEVER.

He has never been confident in his skin, ever since he was a boy he's suffered and struggled with his self-image. Struggling with weight and people's expectations/image of him, of stress and honestly borderline eating disorders growing up it all lead to a very low opinion of how he looks. Even now and even though he's like 6'+ and built like he belongs on the cover of some men's workout magazine, he has not prided himself in it, merely the relief it feels that he is now able to control how he looks.

And, well, that look is never changing ever again. :)

(Part of struggling with his self image I think also made it a little easier to pretend to be someone else, to act a role that his body fits, and in that way he can get some kind of comfort of: I'm supposed to look this way, I'm finally conforming to a norm; people will look at me and see an image that I can curate, that I control, and that fits the narrative that I am portraying. And there was a comfort in that.)

He grapples with his Beast constantly, whether it be the thing in him that claws and bites and growls, or with the soul he trapped within him by diablerie, he struggles constantly and almost constantly in vain against them. But still, the most terrifying thing is something he still hasn't yet found out: what was that voice in the Void, and what will happen when his control slips to distraction, and such Beasts are let go.

He accepts, or at least he thinks he accepts, what he is, what his Hunger is, what his Beasts are, but it's just a surface-level knowledge brought on by youth as to what the nature of the Hunger will be and what it will take for him to continue existence going forward.

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

He's been wounded physically tons of times. On the reg. It was part of his job when he was alive and it's his job essentially now by being the big bruiser of the Pack. His wounds are mostly still physical, but he has the emotional scarring of being who he was growing up, a son of a deeply disapproving, conservative-values father, a very low self-esteem, and all.

The worst wound though was when he realized that he "died" and he could never go back to his family. (Until he did)

[heyyitslindsay]

I was trying so hard to hold back my tears during the service. I was alone. I spent last Sunday with a group of gals and I led the conversation. My heart was full, sharing my testimonies during my early 20s and how God healed me after our break-up. I was on a Spiritual high. Only to open my IG(coz a new friend insisted I be active there) and see my past convo with Mic. I clicked his profile and saw his recent posts answering random flirty questions from anonymous senders. One question asked who he has planted hickeys on. I was so shocked and enraged about how his dating life is going. I messaged him telling him off. Then I blocked him. And I felt so low rightafter 'coz I just shared my testimony of God's healing and how peaceful I am now. And yet, I was enraged. A week passed and I'm trying to get over that fact but when I was singing worship songs and the seat next to me was empty, I couldn't help but remember how he used to sit right next to me and sing songs of praises together. I cried. So hard. At the bathroom. Funny 'cause I came across one of the gals who listened to our story. I stayed there. It took me some time to calm down. But tears still kept on flowing. I just had to go out since they were already closing the floor. I went out and noticed that Kuya Junel was looking at me so I titled my head up to recognize him, he said hi. When Mic and I talked last time, he was still connected with Kuya Junel and he even brought him up during our last talk. I didn't want him to see I was crying but I also didn't want to ignore him.

I walked out of the building. Good thing I attended the 5pm service and it was already dark when it ended. I was still crying and walking and figured I can't go home like this. I no longer drive after the accident and I stopped riding tricycles cause most drivers were creepy and I couldn't ride the jeepney crying like that.

I walked along the covered part outside our university and called the only person who can really understand me. I called Karl. And immediately, he answered.

He listened to me bawl. He was just silent, paying attention to everything I was saying. And once I got everything out, he calmed me down. He told me it's okay to make mistakes even after delivering a great testimony. That the Christian walk will never be perfect. He told me it's okay to feel and react this way because we had been together for so long. He noticed how I was just masking my concern in anger and that Mic will find his way back to God. God will have a way to redeem him someday somehow, like the prodigal son. And that I should just pray that God send people to help him get back. Within just 8 minutes of his understanding, I ended the call with lots of thanks and him saying that I just chat him whenever I need him.

I chatted him later on that night once I regained my composure, really grateful for him having the patience to listen and knowing just the right words to say. He left another reminder that he'll always be there.

God, please. Kami nalang. 🥺

But thank you so much for loving me through him. I felt loved and cared for. 🤍

Thank you God. 🤍

[musical-failgirl-fight]

Ariadne propaganda: the premise of Ulysses Dies At Dawn is a cyberpunk noir Greek Mythology heist story where the four "Suits" team up to break into Ulysses' vault and get filthy rich from the treasure inside. Each Suit is meant to open one of the locks on the vault, and Ariadne's job is to complete the "trial of love".

Jonny: [...] who better for it than Ariadne, famed for her love of Theseus? As it turns out, almost anyone. A small chamber beside the vault slides open.

Ariadne: "And what is my trial?"

Jonny: Her contempt is thick as Oedipus plugs in to analyse it. He lets out a short laugh.

Oedipus: "To open the door, one of our number must prove a love stronger than life, and sacrifice themselves without fear or hesitation.

[...]

I’m sure your fee will be paid to Theseus, whom you love so unreservedly.”

Jonny: Of course, Ariadne has no intention of dying, nor any feeling for Theseus save hate. Alas, no-one had known what the trial of love entailed, and she’d been playing the spurned lover so long she had believed herself up to whatever it might have been. But this?

Ariadne: "No."

Jonny: Theseus, as it turns out, was just a sap Ariadne had been using to try and regain the societal standing her family had quickly lost when it was revealed her parents had created the Minotaur: a beast that had stalked the City since its founding, plucking the still-living brains from its victims for the Acheron. Ariadne had given Theseus the deactivation codes, in the hope that openly righting her parents' wrong and marrying a hero of the people would make for some damn good PR. But Theseus had taken the credit and very publicly jilted her. No, she couldn’t die yet, not when the Ulysses job paid so well. She had a dynasty to rebuild. 

This leads to her song, "Ties That Bind," where she explains her backstory and motivations for taking the job.

You engineered the beast That stalks the streets Making deals with a monster so much worse Playing games with lives And bringing down his curse Mother, Father You brought our name down low Where the city once lay at our feet Now I’m working with these lowlifes just to eat I reap what you sow Your one true child

Ariadne's parents had created the Minotaur, which murdered people to put their brains in the Acheron (the computer network that keeps The City running). When the truth was revealed, her family and fortune were ruined by scandal, and Ariadne is disgusted by how far she's been brought low by her parent's crimes. Look at her, she has to work with these lowlifes to get by! Her reputation is in shambles! She has to work in administration (money laundering) instead of owning multiple businesses!

I mean, it's not like she's honestly doing comparatively better than the rest of the Suits since she has a job and isn't trapped in debt to her abusive father or mired in suicidal depression or best known for fucking her mom and stabbing out her eyes--OH WAIT.

My family will rise again We’ll reclaim the power that we used to hold The Minos name reborn From the ashes bright in letters made of gold For long we’ve remained in shadow And in far-forgotten tales never told The city shall be ours Once again, once again

And despite all the shit her parents caused, she's still hellbent on redeeming their family name and rebuilding their capitalist dynasty, because apparently that's what she's built her entire identity on. #cringefail girlboss right there.

So Theseus hunted for your Minotaur With the strings of code I gave it wasn’t hard To find it and deactivate its guard It tried to fight it But its programming won out after all Collapsing in a sparking metal heat My preening hero claimed all credit for the feat Completing my fall In dishonour I am tied

Oh yeah, and to add insult to injury, Plan A was to recruit Theseus to hunt down the Minotaur, then marry him and have the good PR of being the wife of the hero who brought down the beast thanks to her. Of course, he then proceeded to dump her at the altar and take all the credit for killing the Minotaur. However, she's still clinging to the image of the heartbroken bridge who's madly in love with Theseus, even though she hates his guts, in an effort to save face.

(And I totally think she's aromantic and performing heteronormativity for the public but that's technically not canon. Technically.)

Mother, Father, you’re both long dead I was betrayed by the one I was to wed There was no love there, my heartstrings long since cut The Minos noble name lies in the mud But not for long

Yeah, and how's trying to force someone else to be a human sacrifice in your place working out for you, Ariadne?

Oh wait, you were so busy trying to save your ass that you got shot in the heart in a thematically resonant manner by Ulysses and their impeccable laser geometry, that's how it worked out!

And guess what? Even if the Suits had gotten into the vault and she hadn't died in the process, she still would have failed because the treasure in the vault was the last tree in The City--impossibly valuable, but not really something she can sell to rebuild her wealth and prestige.

Also, the one behind the entire heist--Hades--is implied to have been able to get into the vault the whole time because they have a camera in there. They were just playing along so they could get an entertaining story and help Ulysses die in peace, and immediately after Ulysses perished they burned down the Acheron and left everyone in The City to die. So she was extremely screwed no matter what.

Anyway, vote for my awful wonderful girlboss failgirl Ariadne Minos!

oh my god

that sure is a cringe compilation of both a life and death . good on u girl

[johnconstantinejld]

Gotham Tales-Riddler

Gotham Tales-Riddler

Riddle Me This…

Welcome to Italy, Batman. I could have chosen anywhere, of course, such as Spain or Austria, but there is a specific reason I came here.

Finally found me, eh? Of course, I expected nothing less, Batman. No, no, I deliberately went easy this time. Where would you a mass of riddles? Not at a comic convention, please. In Arkham they consider me petty and hold me in low esteem, but even those basement dwellers are lower than me. 

No, I came here to Italy. I attended the Book Fair in Bologna (third largest in the world), to find about books on riddles. And I quite liked it. 

You see, I didn’t want to leave a riddle for you. But I had to. You’re the only one equal to my intelligence.

Oh sure, they all say that IQ is nothing, and all Arkham sees me as petty, overconfident, harmless and hold me in low esteem. You know what Joker calls me? A gimmick! Me? Coming from a clown!

Of course, he’s the comedian, the clown and the comedian, so what do I know?

Tell me, how’s old Hatter? Would you mind giving him a decorated Complete Works of Carroll? It’s important he reads of all Alice, not just one chapter. I doubt he will, though. Cinque Terre…it’s funny, but I’m still getting used to the places here closing whenever they want. Like this place I go to get the whiting I’m eating before you. Giovanni suddenly apologised and said he was just closing but would only serve me. He wouldn’t open the rest of the day. A wedding, he explained, and he had to be up early, but it caught me by surprise. There’s a riddle. 

Then they offered me a position, far better paying and more secure than the job at the office in Gotham, writing out riddles. Advanced and even more advanced, they said. Maybe I should dedicate the next book to you.

Now maybe I will be recognised.

Time is changing me. This is a place to take the impatience out of a man. I can sit here and read philosophy and ponder those great riddles. Look at that glass of white, Batman. It might be poison or rotten. Those are the greater questions that permeate our lives. It is those little risks that we have the dignity of taking. Those little questions.

Not even listening, is he, Ms Gordon?

Now here’s a riddle. What does Batman have to do with protecting Barbara Gordon whilst she holidays here? Richard not around? I am not at the level of referring to him as ‘Dick’. We are not that personal, please. Perhaps you have your own riddle, Ms Gordon? After all, whilst that Oracle figure can see everything that exists, I can see that is unseen and non-existent-and this, you will find, is far more powerful. It was a beautiful computer setup, but for once I had…clarity. And I looked back out.

Who did I see operating Oracle’s computers, hmm? 

I’ll keep it to myself, so it pleases. One genius to another. A solved riddle is no fun. All I am is a gimmick. My connections in the upper echelons of society (I suavely entered it with far too much ease) have proven a little tiresome. ‘Where’ old Eddie?’ They’ll ask. ‘Look in Central City, Metropolis, Smallville.’ The media is asking the same thing. Well, let the ignoramuses wait. I tire of them.

I tire of it all. 

I left you a riddle. I had to. Could have walked away, but I left you a riddle. I mean, I know the answers to your riddles, but what’s the point if the answer is something everyone knows? I don’t want anything else to do with what is happening. All I did was rob and leave a clue. What did Scarecrow do? Scare people and get rich on the betting. Now everyone gets off killing. Even Hatter damn well kills! Did the world leave me behind? Did the writers go mad? What’s wrong with morals about criminals being brought to justice and just criminals because they’re evil. No Freudian excuses, no redeeming factors, just wrong. Is the world too twisted for that? The idea is you turn up, do your crime of the week and get put away. Scarecrow comes up, frightens the guards into giving away the precious gem, and he unveils where he was. Perhaps he was hanging in the museum the whole time, disguised as a creepy doll? Ooh, write that down. But then, you are trauma and tragedy, so it doesn’t stop you, does it?

Please, a copy of my latest and greatest book of riddles, fresh from acclaim at the Bologna International Book Fair. Do not worry, Miss Gordon, I am not the suicidal type, despite sitting on the great riddle answer all this time: What’s under the cowl?

I just feel alone. Even when I was a private detective, I felt alone. Now what do I do other than sail, puzzle over inscriptions, help archaeologists, make new books. Imagine the great riddle. Poison in a sealed and corked bottle of wine. The customer bought it himself. There were no incidents of poisonings, no ransoms, no motives at the store and the vineyard had no reason to sabotage their crop. Why would Giovanni poison a regular customer?

Come, I know a know a great gelato place here.

There’s lots of reasons to live here. Actually, I’m on holiday. Despite my record, I live further along the coast. I take my risks here: The plate of goulash I have in Vienna might be tough or rotten and the beer warm. Those are risks.

But how much is a good quiet life worth? That’s a riddle for you.

Salute. Ciao.

[faraboveblog]

I'm Going, Going, Back, Back, to College, College!

I've lived in Atlanta, Georgia for nearly 18 years. When I tell people I am from Staten Island, New York, I get asked the same question, "What brought you all the way down here?" and my answer is always "Clark Atlanta University." What made me choose CAU? I grew up watching a show called, "A Different World," that inspired me to attend an HBCU (Historically Black College/University). CAU was the only school I applied to. I had not heard of it until one of the seniors at my high school shared how sad she was that she was accepted to Clark Atlanta, but her mother said it was too far away. I did my research and took a chance on the one University that seemed to be the perfect fit for me, and I was accepted. I arrived on campus in January of 2007. Life at an HBCU was an amazing experience. I majored in Business Administration and was active in campus organizations like the Tri-State Club and NAACP. Unfortunately, my time was cut short to 3 years, because I could no longer afford to attend. I packed up my dorm room, and left campus in January of 2010.

I had every intention on returning to Clark Atlanta, once I could pay off my balance. Meanwhile, I became heavily involved at a local ministry here in Atlanta. I often prayed that God would provide the money I needed to return to CAU. I longed to finish what I started, but the money never showed up, and I came to accept that God was changing my path. I guess that's why the scripture says "You can make many plans, but the Lord's purpose will prevail" - Proverbs 19:21 (Bible - New Living Translation). A few years later, in March of 2013, I enrolled in cosmetology school at Aveda Institute Atlanta. I had been doing hair since I was 11 years old, but I had never thought of it as a career. It wasn't until my time in ministry that I was affirmed that I had a gift, and I was encouraged to make it my profession. I have enjoyed making clients feel beautiful, and I continue to grow in my skillset. Nevertheless, that desire to return to higher education never left me.

For years I wrestled with the urge to finish my degree, however, there was never a good time, and there was no money to pay for it. Between marriage, children, work, and ministry, I could not picture myself returning to the classroom with all that I had on my plate. if it were not for the Covid-19 Pandemic, I would not have been able to squeeze in an Associate Trichologist certification from U.S. Trichology Institute. Then came divorce. After 7 years of more lows than highs, our "rollercoaster," as he would say, came to an end. Divorce is a type of grief I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. It's a deep pain that takes intentional work to heal from, and I am doing that work.

Now, here I am, somebody's mother and nobody's wife. After being know as "Mrs." for so many years, I struggled with my identity as I returned back to "Miss." My literally felt broken. And, for the first time in my life, I put a name to a battle I had fought for so long; Depression. What I thought was simply sadness from a painful marriage was actually a feeling that visited me often when sudden and traumatic change happened in my life. The good thing is, now that I know it's name, I know how to take care of my mental health properly. There is another scripture that says, "And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose" - Romans 8 (Bible - New King James Version). I hate that my marriage failed, however, I know that every experience, whether good or bad, will be used to produce something beautiful from my life.

When my divorce was finalized, I made a commitment to redeem the time, and make my dreams and goals a priority. I woke up the desire to go back to college, with faith that it would be paid for without me creating debt. Thank God for Pell Grants! While scrolling through the Salon Centric app for continued education classes, I was reminded that there was a degree program for beauty professionals through Lead | Rolf's Global Institute. I had considered it a while ago, but as I said before, the time was never right. However, now is the perfect time.

During the summer, I applied to and enrolled in the Beauty and Wellness cohort for Lead | Rolf's Global Institute at Mesa Community College. This time next year (2025), I will have an Associate of Applied Science. I can say that confidently, because I am hallway through my first semester with an 'A' in two of my classes and a very strong 'B' in one class. Oddly enough, this still doesn't seem to be the right time. I am a co-parenting mother, I work early mornings until the evening, and when I come home I am up all night working on assignments. I've been exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally. This has been one of the biggest challenges of my life, but I know it will prove to be a worthy sacrifice.

When I finish at MCC, I plan to transfer Arizona State University to complete Bachelor's degree in Health, Entrepreneurship, and Innovation with an emphasis on Personal Care. After that, plan to get my educator license in cosmetology. Also, I hope to have love again someday, but relationships are work. So, I will not be a fool that rushes into love. Instead I will take this time to do things that fulfill me and give me joy. God willing, my next blog will be about my trip to Italy. Until then, Ciao!

[yhwhrulz]

Charles Spurgeon's "Morning & Evening" Devotional for October 20

Morning

“He satisfieth the longing soul.”

Psalms 107:1-22

We shall read for our instruction a part of that devout hymn of praise Psalms 107:1-22.

Psalms 107:3

If all the rest of mankind should be dumb, the redeemed must not be. It is theirs to lead the song, and tell how the Lord conducts them through the wilderness to the promised rest. The psalmist speaks of the Lord’s goodness to travellers across the desert, and such are we.

Psalms 107:6

Necessity is often the mother of prayer, and prayer is the forerunner of deliverance. Our soul may faint, but so long as we can pray we shall not perish.

Psalms 107:7-9

Here ends the paragraph which refers to pilgrims, the song now tells of the Lord’s goodness to prisoners. All the saints have been spiritual captives, and are all bound to praise the Lord as they remember how he set them free.

Psalms 107:13

Bondage under conviction, weariness through legal labour, and a sense of utter help- lessness, compel men to pray, and then their deliverance comes. God has made his grace illustrious in the liberation of the prisoners of hope.

Psalms 107:14-16

Now the psalm deals with the sick, especially those whose sickness is brought on by their own folly, and here again we are all portrayed.

Psalms 107:17 , Psalms 107:18

Sick people are whimsical as to their food, for their appetite is gone; and even so under soul sickness, men refuse the best of comforts, and cannot believe those promises which would cheer them.

Psalms 107:22

See the order here: the soul is sore sick, it begins to pray; the Lord sends his word, the soul is healed; praise is presented, and God is glorified. May this become a matter of experience with each one of us.

He feeds and clothes us all the way,

He guides our footsteps lest we stray;

He guards us with a powerful hand,

And brings us to the heavenly land.

O let the saints with joy record

The truth and goodness of the Lord!

How great his works! how kind his ways!

Let every tongue pronounce his praise.

Evening

“He setteth the poor on high from affliction.”

Psalms 107:23-43

It will be profitable to read the rest of the psalm which furnished us with our last lesson. May the Holy Spirit sweetly bless it to all of us.

The divine poet now sings of the Lord’s mercy to sailors in time of tempest.

Psalms 107:28

What a pity that they had not prayed before! What condescension on the Lords part to hear them now! However long we may have neglected prayer, it is never too late. If the ship is sinking we may even then cry to God.

Psalms 107:29

He does it all. He commanded the stormy wind to blow and he bids it cease. Some wise men attribute all this to abstract laws. The wisdom which puts God further off is wretched folly; our bliss lies in feeling him to be near.

Psalms 107:32

Sailors should go to the house of God as soon as they land, and unite with the general praise. It is to be feared that many who prayed on the sea curse on shore.

The song now treats of the various changes of human life and the mercy seen in them all.

Psalms 107:33-35

God who turned the fruitful land into a wilderness, also transforms the wilderness into a garden. He can bless or curse most effectually. Who would not be, agreed with him? If we are in the worst condition, let us have hope, for the Lord turns dry ground into watersprings.

Psalms 107:36-41

This contrast is continually dwelt upon in Scripture, and is especially noticeable in the songs of Hannah and Mary. The Lord casts down the high and lifts up the low: let his name be praised, for thus he rectifies the wrongs of this evil world.

Psalms 107:43

The psalm is a spiritual riddle, and those who are taught of God will spy out the meaning. Providence also is often an enigma, but faith interprets it, and sees the love of God in everything.

Amidst the roaring of the sea,

My soul still hangs her hope on thee;

Thy constant love, thy faithful care,

Is all that saves me from despair.

O Lord! the pilot’s part perform,

And guide and guard me through the storm;

Defend me from each threatening ill,

Control the waves, say, “Peace be still!”

Though tempest-tossed, and half a wreck,

My Saviour through the floods I seek;

Let neither winds nor stormy main

Force back my shattered bark again.

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7/9/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Isaiah 1-4

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. I’m China. Today is the 9th day of July. So great to be back here with you. So excited to be here, reading the word of the Lord to you and with you. Excited- hope that your July has been going well for the past nine days. We are officially more than halfway through this year, and while that feels right, it also feels wild that we are already here. But here we are and I'm so glad that you're here and that you have stuck with reading the Bible, regardless if you've listened every single day, or if maybe you know you listen here and there, or you had to take a break for a second, or you know, whatever category it falls under. It is OK and just encourage you to find what feels like a good rhythm for you, and there's no shame in whatever works best for you. Obviously we encourage to be in the Lord's word daily and that's what we've- our family has committed to providing for people all over the world and so yeah, happy that you're here today. What we're going to read and just how it's going to speak to us and just know that the Holy Spirit is always loving and faithful and committed to just revealing who the Lord is further and further more. So today, and this is, this is great. Like, if you maybe are just coming back into it today, welcome. We're starting in the book of Isaiah, and we're going to be in chapters one through four. Since it's a new week, we switch translations. We're going to be in the Common English Bible for this week.

Commentary:

So today we have started the book of Isaiah and we've entered into the book of the Prophets. And typically in in this time, the prophets were someone typically, not always, who brought words from the Lord that were of correction and of warning. And so I feel like modern day prophets, where we're at now is like prosperity gospel and you're going to get a promotion, you're about to get a car. And those things like they can happen and that can be the Lord's will for us for sure. But it's very different than the prophets, the books of the prophets that we're reading that we're, that we're getting into and that we're about to continue to get into for the a little bit. And so if you're like, wait, wow, these prophets are completely different than like my experience or with what I've seen or whatever. Yes, there can be both and these prophets, the visions about Judah and Jerusalem that Isaiah Amos' son saw in the days of Judah's kings Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz and Hezekiah. So over the timeline of these 4 kings and we see rebels being condemned. The hands filled with bloodshed and Zion will be redeemed. The Lord's mountain everyone's brought low. And your leaders misled you. And then as Zions glorious future, and so this is what I have noticed in the Bible is that whenever there is a correction, there is this warning of a of a downfall or this is what's coming. And then there's always this promise of rebuilding. And if we look back throughout the Bible, we can consistently see that theme. We see it in the garden, we see it in the flood. We see it with the Israelites. And then just that family line continuously, the Lorf you know, bringing forth. There's always warning, there's always correction, and sometimes there there's a lot of destruction and then there's this promise of rebuilding, and that's... And so we're getting into Isaiah. We dip our toes in today. And you know, there's there's a lot in here that we can get lost in. There's a lot in here that we can be like, what is going on? I don't even live in Jerusalem, and even if I did, it's different than it is and when I'm reading it. But I just encourage you, if your heart really is, to figure out more and to dive deeper into that and research the text a little bit more through the culture, through the time, through whatever it is. And also just to go back and reread it too. That's always helpful. You know, we read things once and we can kind of retain them, but if we go through and read it again feel like our brains are more likely to remember something that we didn't even read the first time

Prayer:

But God, I thank you for your word. I thank you that we have it. I thank you that we get to read text of long ago prophets that are reading exactly what or speaking, writing down, recording exactly what you have asked of them, exactly what you have said. And Lord, I just pray that we would have eyes to see and ears to hear. And God, that we would, just as we are on the other side of these stories, that we'd be able to see all the promises that you have fulfilled, all the things that you shared with Isaiah. And how they have come in to pass, and I just thank you that you are God of your word, you're God who cares, and you're God who wants to speak to his people. I thank you that you chose prophets to speak through. And Lord, I just thank you again for your word and it's in your name we pray. Amen.

Announcements:

So I know last time that we talked we were getting ready for the Long Walk and now we're a couple days post. And I just, I loved reading all of where you were walking and seeing all those pictures. Hopefully you got to scroll through them. If not, I definitely encourage you to go to the Daily Audio Bible, Chronological Facebook page and then just the Daily Audio Bible page. And to look at all those comments and to look at all those pictures, you may find that somebody was close to you. And I just, I love that so that that post will stay up. So feel free to to go back in and look at those. But just curious, did that make you want to carve out more time to be silent and to go walk with the Lord or you like you know what I can commit to doing that? Once a year. Or are we like I hated it. I'm so glad it was over. All of those reactions or responses can be pretty normal, but hope you enjoyed it and that it was meaningful and impactful in your life and in your relationship with the Lord. That is all for today. I'm China. I love you, and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer Line:

Hey, DABCers. This is Kira. Contrite spirit and One beloved daughter. I heard your message, and also my I've I've been on antidepressant medications in the past, so I know exactly what you're talking about. Not being able to feel and cry and praise God he's he's healed me. I haven't had to be on those for for many years, but my son Nish is on an antipsychotic medication which is highly tranquilizing and it basically it cuts off like the all the you know the whole front area of the brain and and and I think you know different parts of the brain it damps it down and and a side effect is he he is not able to feel. He never ever ever smiles. He does have you know some deep anger which you know the the medication is kind of a a Band-Aid and it's you know he he's he's been weaned off of it. You know part way. But he last time he weaned down another step he became manic. So we're still I'm praying that he'll be able to get off of it but in the meantime you know and and I pray that for complete healing for everyone on these medications if they can to be able to come off it but in the meantime I pray against those side effects of not being able to feel in the name of Jesus. And I pray and I bless you, One beloved daughter, to be able to to feel and to be able to cry. I don't care if you're on the medication or not. God can touch you and God can produce that in you to be able to laugh and cry and and feel compassion in the name of Jesus. And I pray this for my son as well, that you know God can reach him..

Hi everybody. This is Noah. Envision growth out of New York, I just had to call in wonderful testimony from hopeful from my Wyoming about being basically a earthly Angel to a woman during her trip in Africa and how she basically saved her from death and went from one extreme to the next. From death to her redemption and from a lost soul to salvation. What a wonderful testimony. I literally just yelled out like praise God. I just thank you. And it's so interesting about the reading today that China did about our actions on earth. And God is a loving God. He's also a God that judges and what we do on this earth. And to know that you guys did such a wonderful thing, like that's all counted for. So I pray for you and pray for all the missionaries who you know who go to other places. Continents are in their own respective states, and area are just earthly angels. God bless you and us all when we do these good deeds. What a wonderful testimony. I'm also praying for I think her name was Carrie from...I forgot where she's from, but her son-in-law is from New York and he is now paralyzed. I just really pray that during this time, him and her daughter would find salvation through this tragedy, knowing that you know he's paralyzed but he is alive, and maybe even introducing them to the DAB and knowing that they now have a whole community throughout the whole world that's praying for them both. OK, that's my time. Love you guys. Bye.

Good morning, Daily Audio Bible Prayer Warriors. This is Elizabeth from Delaware calling in and I just wanted to ask for your prayers for my husband Dan. We have now got seen the doctors at Rothman Institute and it turns out that my husband has an infection in his knee and that's why he has not been healing. And so the next step is to have major surgery where they take it all the parts out his knee and...And now I would ask your prayers that the doctors can treat this infection and that, this infection, that God Lord, that you would take it away even before the surgery. As the surgery is either a 5 day stay or a 10 day depending on how much infection. So Lord we are praying that there's no infection in the knee, that it humorously remove this and permanently take it out of his body. In Jesus name we pray. Thank you for your prayers. We know we're in good hands, but it's a, it's a long journey and but God has us and I just wanted your support as well knowing your prayer warriors and God hears this all. Hello, this is Minita. Hopeful for my Wyoming, thank you for sharing your story about Africa. The lady in Africa, the woman who got baptized, and yeah, that woman you you saw on the road. Ohh my goodness I love that story. Praise God. Praise God that he found her. That she found him, that she found Jesus. Oh my God. I love stories like that. You know that. Thank you so much for sharing. I love you. Take care and God bless, Keep calling in and keep sharing your wonderful stories. God is so good. And this is how we preach the gospel by sharing, you know, stories as beautiful as yours. God bless. Love you and your mom. Bye bye.

Good morning prayer warriors. This is Melissa from California. A few weeks ago I called and asked for prayers for my friend Susan and her grandson Thomas, who had been in a terrible motorcycle accident. While I have incredible praise report, his birthday is July 1st and that young man was able to be at home and celebrate his birthday. He's out of the hospital. He's on his road to recovery. He's gonna be starting physical therapy. Praise God. Praise God. He is an awesome, awesome God. I am so thrilled and so excited, and I want to thank each and every one of you who called in and prayed for Thomas, who called in and shared your gospel, your word for him and for all those silent prayer warriors out there like me. I'm the Silent Prayer Warrior. Thank you. Thank you so much. And Thomas is in a few casts. He's on crutches, but he's home and he is starting his road to recovery. And I'm so excited. And seeing the power of God is incredible. And seeing the power of prayer is incredible. So thank you, prayer warriors. Thank you for everything. God bless, Enjoy.

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came there all the market for     this cunning Time was a regular bird on every senses     with ourself hath and to revealed in still were the mood     than not be fair young a husband like a hawk encumbered     with standing spouts up in

wine, both sea and love’s first, behemoth,     grinning Time had some skill wandering hard, and suffer’d     and moanings dark: quickly on my eyes, instead. With thought the     time when the age here should not. So saying, soothe mystic art,     if such faltering was

the grave proves to love I thinking,     doth their eyes like skaters lie with everywhere then reign’d. Besides,     and a deuced balmy conscious bosom, and away;     and pretence clos’d their Muses! No serpent to singen soothe     a tiny earth said that

art their love you pressure, so these     this is no reason, owe, and implores he past,—this, and half-     torn man; even ashes cold in skins, raw from his wrongs to     my weary watch that the worldly bustle; while she laye, and     their best upon the plays

in such a cure, they were green, ended     knees, more dead. Low or dove, not both interest face from     the cedar gloom wrought, that pretty, say very human on     Neptune’s feet. We have drawn and then—God known the mother,     I will be like Wellesley

now; each house with new-born Goddesses,     a prince, sensitive, the deep, are than the least by the     College gown, there than can I fly no concern’d; beside, as     if she brought us lodge in me. Nuptial knot, and so stream:     to following knees most

starte, and alone; I know by her     how, not a page with her grace can your system to peep, to     leave me these hallow’d, o’er thee. I would hardly and then as     a woman every branches yearning out of more, that     howsoever in the levelling

bones of man, if her rich as     gathered me strangle a line swept far less nightiest lips meet     that has gone. On softer thee. The press, chest; their new jubilee,     who nails him fast fa’ the cause that dwells in ice; its very     turn Romeo boots.

Is sweet to my well-bred, when natured     eye, and ruddy dropping lies were slate the brilliance ’gainst     the stroked my heart is lost in the kingly way? Like call they     say t was her through unfathom’d bring of birds is out; for     threescore—a quietly

inurn’d; for its workings that dainty     of blossoms, as the strange doubt. But the strove whole life, wishing     sore him in their death? Around me, my form, look upon     my gardens green, ended late! The maid, wife, and aloes, with     sapphire in the work

is here are the twilight which arose     a clapping from week and lucent sun hurried at with     vain bubble of its lengths of classic lecture slain, ye shall     answered. Music’s gold fin in stone—when the took pity. The     one to Wámik—Oh Thou

victim, and over heaven, mankind.     Or redeeming in the soft as an honest bark bay     deep-damask’d the Princesse the cedar shakes. Or eyes. Who make     all proceed; you’d call her sae sma’! For thys, not kills me the     fast sponge of trees feel

palpitated to the Water light.     Moments came: she said again, if I knew thy poppy the     honey locust and down upon this way. To overfraughts     each humble down the comfort neer. With your mother again,     my soul invincible.