#nearness (God's presence)

[hanzajesthanza]

a book with geralt 😃

a book with geralt without ciri 😐

a book with geralt without yennefer 😔

a book with geralt without dandelion 💀

[dramoor]

[duckmine]

i headcanon louise takes it the hardest once tina moves out for college. i always assumed tina would eventually get good enough grades and credit to get a scholarship to a good school and would plan to move into a dorm or her own apartment; meanwhile louise gets to take her old room, but she realizes it’s not worth the space if her older sister isn’t gonna be with her anymore.

[makkapakka-212]

The Shelter tiktok account hasn't posted anything since October 5th. We are in the dark ages it's so over

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

God, the Fortress

1 GOD is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. 2 Thou hast been with us always; therefore will we not fear when the earth quakes and mountains are shaken into the heart of the sea, 3 Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the force thereof. — Psalm 46:1-3 | Lamsa Bible (LAMB) Holy Bible From The Ancient Eastern Texts: Aramaic Of The Peshitta by George M. Lamsa (1933) Cross References: Deuteronomy 33:27; 2 Samuel 22:31; Psalm 9:9; Psalm 18:2; Psalm 27:1; Proverbs 18:10; Isaiah 25:4; Isaiah 43:2; Nahum 1:7; 2 Corinthians 12:9-10; Philippians 4:13; Hebrews 13:6

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What does it mean that God is our refuge and strength and an ever-present help in trouble?

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

hot new* Dragonstorm bug let's go

ended the intro cutscene to find myself randomly teleported into Primordus's lava, taking no damage. so I ran away and immediately burst into flames and just... started taking continuous damage, the fire overlay stuck on my screen. Just Permanently On Fire.

and then the grand twist: attacking Jormag finally put me out so I guess the dragons really do neutralize each other! wild

* DISCLAIMER: I have no idea if this bug is actually new, this is just the first time I've ever experienced it so it's new to ME specifically

[mythicalartisttm]

the shinji in a folding chair picture

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Allora part 13)

Allora: *chuckling with Davidicus over an oopsie Lucien had made with his magick once, feeling far more at ease than she did before* ...It took a while for that patch to regrow on Inigo's tail.

Lucien: *grumbling* I apologized!

Allora: By offering him a Sweetroll.

Davidicus: *laughs, patting his leg* Ever still difficult to master the arts versus reading them, hm, Lucien?

Lucien: *sighs, setting down his tea cup* That happened ages ago! I have far better control now.

Allora: You genuinely did just fine on your own after I explained some things.

Davidicus: Oh? I suppose with your abilities, it was only natural.

Allora: *weakly smiles* Ah, I'd say I was given more of an... advantage.

Davidicus: Certainly being Dragonborn is an advantage.

Allora: Well... there's also my knowledge on the fundamentals of magick that differ compared to your understanding- potentially- as well as my divine gifts.

Davidicus: Ah, yes, Lucien had mentioned those. I can only presume your eye is a conduit?

Allora: More of a means of escape for the power- showing my divine spark and that I was god touched.

Davidicus: Remarkable.

Lucien: *eager to move on from his earlier failures, perking up at the ability to talk about his partner's powers* It's quite fascinating, really! Her soul is the basis for her abilities, and she uses them when she sings!

Davidicus: *nods* Yes, I recall you mentioning that as well.

Lucia: Mama makes pretty pictures appear when she sings to me at bedtime! *tugs on Allora's dress* You should show him!

Allora: *gently taking her hand from her dress, kissing her knuckles* Maybe later, little bug. I don't think he wants me to perform right now.

Davidicus: I would never say no! But whatever you're most comfortable with; I do not wish to press. *smiles*

Allora: Ah... well...

Lucia: *tugs on Lucia's sleeve* Papa! Help me convince mama!

Lucien: *chuckles* I'm afraid I have no power to do that, Lucia. Your mother is quite, ah... *sweats, feeling Allora's heavy stare on him* ...independent?

Allora: *huffs, picking up her cider to sip to avoid saying anything* Mm...

Lucia: *pouts, curling up* Pretty please, mama? I want to hear the pretty moon song!

Allora: *melting at her daughter's pleas, sighing and setting down her cup* All right, all right. Pictures?

Lucia: *squeals* Yes!

Allora: *chuckles, the room filling with the sound of a guitar as she sways slowly side to side, a golden image of a moon hidden slightly behind a few clouds lifting up in front of Lucia's eyes* "Days seems sometimes as if they'll never end..."

Davidicus: *watching, astounded, at the amount if magicka radiating off this woman, feeling... soothed* My...

[imfromthemiddlekingdom]

Why are you, as a Twitter refugee, bringing up shit we’ve settled in 2016. Legit like if you want to have petty arguments do it in the dms, I don’t want to see a rehash of 2016 tumblrs 10 top discourse(!!!) in 2023. If I see anyone of y’all rehashing bs that’s been discussed to death and resolved I’m going to increase my block list from 1k to 10k and blocking every single one of you who’ve came from Twitter and do not understand why most of us do not want to participate in your Twitter drama circle jerk.

[mickstart]

I visited a nuclear plant with my school when I was 15 and walking through those rooms felt like the way I imagine my great-grandparents must have felt walking into a church.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

It’s wild hearing someone say “Oh you’d like this person they’re really cool!” and then not five minutes later proceed to describe in detail a whole bunch of things they did that prove they are, in fact, so uncool that it’s as if Satan shat them out of his infernal asshole. Blegh.

[itsfarmerphil]

W19D4: Attraction or Draws together, what is the cause?

Is it opposites attract like magnets North and South poles? Is it birds of a feather flock together type of thing? Could it be something like misery loves company? How about a bond of brothers who stick together to stay strong in the midst of a battle, struggle, or challenge? What comes to your mind when you think of what attracts people together or draws them together? The Power of Unity in…

[kmac4him1st]

Yet I Know

Sometimes we need that little "bump" of God strength infused in our human condition. This Mid Day Manna munch should be perfect for that. Enjoy Psalm 22! God bless ya.

Sometimes by the Mid-Day hour there are those days, in the midst of sorrowful, soul gutting times, that we feel we can’t make it through the day. Psalm 22 has the wisdom that says the opposite, that not only can we make it through, but we can make it through finishing well. Let’s take a look at it, so we can finish well too.  Hope This Mid Day Manna Munch Nourishes Your Soul. Kimberly Mac,…

[sttoru]

ahh i just cant stop thinking of sukuna's fav concubine getting injured from the other concubines but she hides it because shes scared of being weak (in sukuna's eyes) and/or a burden ☹️☹️

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. fluff, sprinkle of angst n comfort. size difference. reader gets called ‘brat, woman, little one’ — ig this is a bit early in their relationship

“i’ve arrived, my lord,” you announce your presence once you step into sukuna’s quarters. the dimly lit room removed all the stress you currently had in your system—the knowledge that you’re safe in his space causes your shoulders to drop.

sukuna turns his head to look at you while he’s laid back on his bed, topless. all four of his eyes roam over your body, which isn’t anything unusual for you. he always does that.

“tch. took ya long enough,” the king of curses scoffs before gesturing for you to come closer, making that familiar motion with his fingers, “when i order y’ to come, you’re supposed to drop everything and rush to be at my service, woman.”

you hurry over to his side of the bed with a nod. “my apologies,” you mutter. you can’t tell him why you’re late, because hell would break loose within these walls. and also because you’re scared of what his reaction would be.

before being called over, you were in the kitchen, peacefully trying to get a snack, when two other concubines entered the room. you tried ignoring them, but that didn’t seem to be the smartest move. it wasn’t long before they threw derogatory remarks at you.

of course, you stood up for yourself and yelled some back. that’s when one of them pushed you backwards, causing the skin near your hand to get slightly burned by the fire on the stove.

if it weren’t for the maids around that went to report the ruckus to uraume, god knows what more would have went down in that kitchen.

“oi,” sukuna grabs your jaw and lifts your head up. he can immediately notice the vacant look in your eyes, which is unusual for you. you snap out of your trance and set the nasty memories aside—ignoring the impulse to scratch the injury on your wrist.

“i’m sorry, my lord,” you say again before slowly undoing your obi. you figure that is why sukuna had called you over, to do your job as his concubine. you halt your movements when you realise that undressing meant that he’s going to see the wound on your skin.

you hesitate. that same instant of hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed by the king of curses. a large hand of his moves to stop both of your wrists from pulling off your robes.

“. . .i’m giving y’ three seconds of my time,” sukuna narrows his eyes after allowing you to speak up and tell him what’s on your mind. he hears you whimper in pain when he holds onto your wrist, your facial expression clearly uncomfortable. “spit it out,” he impatiently huffs. he wants to hear you say what’s wrong.

you desperately shake your head, biting your bottom lip. you don’t want to tell him—even though you know you’re obligated to.

denying an answer to sukuna was your next big mistake.

“fuckin’ brat,” the pink-haired man grunts. he yanks your arms up to his face, harshly pulling down the sleeves of your kimono. all four of his red eyes immediately fall onto the wound on your wrist. you obviously hadn’t treat it yet, even though you should have done so long ago.

there’s tension hanging in the air almost instantly after your little secret gets revealed. sukuna’s grip on your hands tightens which causes you to flinch. you close your eyes and expect the worst. you can already hear the insults he’ll throw at you—how he’ll call you useless, weak, stupid and all that.

“look up at me,” his voice rings out in a firm tone. you don’t want to anger him more than he already is, so you obey. you open your eyes and glance upwards, your worried gaze meeting his.

sukuna takes a deep breath to contain the bubbling rage inside of him; a rare sight indeed. he doesn’t want to unnecessarily lash out at you when it isn’t needed. however, he can’t deny that itching urge in his chest, to get mad at whoever caused your skin to get tainted like that.

sukuna stares at you with an intimidating glare. when you expect him to yell profanities at you, the unexpected happens.

“who did this to you?” he asks, voice strained like he’s trying to hold himself back.

you blink a few times. the king of curses sounds pissed off, and when he’s in that kind of mood, you know he’s not to be played with. you look the other way and try to think of a proper answer.

will you snitch and cause unnecessary bloodbath, or will you spare the lives of the concubines who hurt you and lie?

you’re scared of being seen as useless by sukuna if you tell him the truth. if you lie, he’ll probably call you weak and stupid as well. it’s a lose-lose situation, you conclude.

you swallow the spit that has gathered in your mouth before parting your lips.

“m-miko,” her name echoes in his ears. you decide to be honest, because you know that there’s no fooling the ryomen sukuna. a second of silence follows and when you look up at him, he stares back at you with furrowed brows.

“ah,” you then realise that he doesn’t know his concubines by name. he has way too many women at his disposal and doesn’t find them worthy enough to remember.

however you have heard from uraume and the others that he does know your name—only yours. it makes you feel special.

you try to describe the concubine you’ve tussled with, “s-short blonde hair, uhm, mole under her right eye.. brown colored eyes—“

sukuna thinks for a moment before clicking his tongue once he faintly remembers who that’s supposed to be. without a word, he stands up and wraps one muscular arm around your waist, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you under his armpit like some package.

“uraume!”

his voice is loud enough to make the walls shake and it carries a clear hint of pure rage. everyone in the estate should have heard him by now, which means that they know what is going down in a couple seconds.

sukuna sounding this angry only means one thing; someone is going to die today.

the servants hurriedly scurry around, deeply bowing as he walks past them in the hallway with you still tucked underneath his arms. you let yourself be carried while your heart beats uncontrollably fast in your chest.

you feel your hands shake a bit. seeing someone like sukuna be this mad for your sake—to the point that he’s ready to turn the entire area upside down—is somehow thrilling. though, you can’t help but feel sick because of your own thoughts.

someone is going to die and there you are, cheesing about the king of curses.

you see the white-haired chef appear from a corner, their steps hurried. they glance at you and then back at their master. it’s like they immediately connect the dots.

“treat her in my quarters. don’t let her leave until i come back,” sukuna commands without even looking at uraume. he’s staring ahead, with an ominous aura emitting from his body, one that somebody can sense from miles away.

he puts you down next to uraume before glancing your way one last time. he lets out a deep sigh as he sees the worried expression you’re making. he lowers his head to your level so you’d be face to face.

“and you,” his warm breath hits your cheeks and sends a shiver down your spine. you gulp as sukuna’s hand reaches up to firmly tug at your earlobe, “i’ll deal with your ass later, yeah? i’ll make you feel what it means to hide stuff from me, little one.”

that sentence makes you even more nervous. you know you won’t be able to avoid the punishment sukuna has in mind, so you simply nod. “understood,” you reply in a squeaky voice. you don’t have the guts to disobey him—he’s already out to kill someone and you don’t want to be the next victim.

sukuna straightens his back again and continues his journey towards the concubines’ quarters. every heavy step makes the floors and walls shake, a sign of his unstoppable rage that’s about to be unleashed.

you feel slightly puzzled. you didn’t expect this outcome when you revealed your injury to the ruthless man. you expected to be belittled and mocked for not being able to prevent a wound from being inflicted on your body.

instead, there he goes, off to get revenge in your stead. you feel a twisted sense of satisfaction after seeing sukuna be this protective over you. actions like these demonstrate more than his dull words can do, even if it may seem like he doesn’t care about what could happen to a human like you.

[khioneee]

simon’s voice makes you weak.

there was something about simon’s voice that shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was. maybe it was the way it lingered—deep, gravelly, rough around the edges, like it had been sanded down by years of use and silence. or maybe it was the calm confidence behind it, steady and controlled, sending shivers down your spine with every word.

hearing him speak felt like a drug you hadn’t known you needed until it was too late. the moment that low rumble slipped past his lips, it hooked you—completely and utterly.

you didn’t even care what he was saying half the time. tactical orders, a grumble under his breath, or a sarcastic jab at soap—it didn’t matter. the sound of his voice hit something deep inside you, stirring heat low in your belly.

‘you’re not listening, love,’ simon muttered, the rough edge of his voice curling through the words.

you blinked, realizing you’d been staring too long, completely lost in the cadence of his voice. ‘sorry, what was that?’ you asked, your heart racing, heat creeping up your neck.

he took a step closer. his presence loomed, warm and steady, filling the small space between you. you swore you could feel the smirk beneath the mask, and the sound of his next words pulled a whimper from your throat. ‘filthy thing, getting turned on just from hearing me talk.’

your breath caught as his hand ghosted near your waist, the barest brush of contact, sending sparks dancing across your skin.

‘my good girl,’ he whispered, his voice low and deliberate, wrapping around you like a sin you didn’t mind indulging in.

his words, so simple and devastating, made your thighs clench instinctively, and the look in his eyes behind the mask told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

‘thought so,’ he muttered, amusement curling at the edge of his voice like smoke.

he leaned in just enough that you could feel his breath against your ear, your whole body buzzing under the weight of his closeness. and god help you, you wanted more—more of his voice, more of the heat simmering beneath his words.

keep talking, baby, you thought, heart pounding in your chest. just keep talking.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Do Not Be Afraid or Discouraged

The LORD is the one who is going ahead of you. He will be with you. He won't abandon you or leave you. So don't be afraid or terrified. — Deuteronomy 31:8 | God's Word Translation (GWT) The Holy Bible, GOD’S WORD® Translation Copyright 1995 by God’s Word to the Nations. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 28:15; Exodus 13:21; Exodus 33:14; Deuteronomy 4:31; Deuteronomy 20:1; Deuteronomy 31:6; Hebrews 13:5