#preces

[rinaizumo]

Did you know that “Mysterious boy” of 7 stories actually has a name? Me neither. XD 

But my friends told me that he indeed has one.

His name is ‘Preces’ (as in Christian liturgical worship, preces are short petitions that are said or sung as versicles and responses by the officiant and congregation respectively. It is one of the oldest forms of prayer, rooted in the pre-Christian Hebrew prayers of the Psalms used in Temple worship). So, basically he’s ‘a prayer for something’. It goes well with the fact that he had actually made Sukuna’s wish come true.

Anyway if you’re into K, outside of writing a letter to Santa you can try asking Preces for some holiday miracle. ;)  Made as a joke, but well... Who wouldn’t want a miracle these days?

[estudiodurer]

Descubra as Diferenças entre Oração, Prece e Decreto Espiritual. Muitas vezes usamos as palavras “oração”, “prece” e “decreto” de forma intercambiável, sem perceber que cada uma delas tem um significado e uso específico. Neste artigo, vamos explorar as diferenças entre essas formas de comunicação com a divindade e como cada uma delas pode ser utilizada de forma eficaz em sua jornada espiritual.

[deserthusbands]

cody: ugh, the milk expires tomorrow.

obi-wan, hinting at their anniversary: tomorrow’s a real special day, isn't it, dear?

cosy: not for anyone who drinks milk. :/

[berryless]

"What, want me to ruffle your feathers?" Tav asked with a smirk when she caught him staring, as if she didn't ruffle enough of his feathers prior to this moment—figuratively speaking, most unfortunately.

The owlbear's cub sprawled on its stomach beside her, head on her lap as it was cooing something. Given how eagerly it butted into her hand, rather obvious what it was after.

He took a step back, arms raised as he refused, "I'll abstain for tonight. Afraid the competition's too fierce for me to win this fight without any losses. Tomorrow, though…"

He let some hope into his voice, tone laced thick with promise.

Astarion looked at Tav, waiting for her answer, and she nodded to him with a smile on her lips.

"Wonderful. I'll be awaiting then. Most eagerly."

So easy.

Too easy.

He should've known better, but perhaps he was momentarily blinded that she'd finally given up keeping her distance.

Tav played with his hair for a good part of the evening, and Astarion tolerated it—the experience was quite enjoyable, if he was to be honest, but those weren't headpats that he was after. Finally the time came to take the heavy weapons against her, those that he was most proficient at using. Those that hardly ever betrayed him. And he needed Tav to not betray him either. To protect him, when hardly anyone in the camp was terribly happy about having a vampire in their midst. If Cazador… When Cazador… Even though Astarion didn't need to breathe anymore, the air staled in lungs when he thought about this. He needed Tav—and everyone else she have eating out of the palm of her adorable little hand—to stay on his side when that happens. Because as convenient as it may've been, out of many advantages the worm gave him, making his master forget about his existence wasn't one of them.

Her fingers raked his hair and scratched his scalp, sending him into shivers as Astarion couldn't help but lower his guard a notch. He wasn't an inexperienced youngling, still wet behind his ears. He wouldn't miss the change in her touch when it was most familiar to him. It would be rather convenient for Tav to hold his neck or slide her fingers under the lacing of his shirt, so Astarion expected that. Ears too were a good starting point… Lips, perhaps, if she was feeling adventurous for a sharp touch of his fangs…

He turned to the side, forehead pressed against Tav's stomach to let her get to the back of his head. Then turned again, face buried in her lap.

As tedious the pointless waiting went, this kind of foreplay was not without its pleasures. If she were to continue fondling the rest of him in same manner, Astarion wouldn't mind much. If anything, the thought was getting him rather excited, albeit weary in a similar way any kind of sex did. But it was familiar kind of wear he was most used to, so Astarion was slipping into it with ease like one would into old boots they've long been donning. Perhaps the heels were stooped a bit from years of use, and the laces were frayed and brittle, but those were the boots he'd worn for as long as he could remember. He didn't have a spare, if there even existed a spare the likes of him could afford.

Finally Tav's hand stopped, resting on his neck as she barely moved her big finger against the edge of his hairline.

He knew it was coming, and yet a part of him was strangely disappointed.

Well, no point dwelling on it.

Finally it was his turn to…

"Think I'm spent for the evening. My hand's cramping. Want to lie down for a little while longer, or you'd prefer to rest on something more comfortable than my lap?"

Her question came most unexpectedly. At first Astarion thought he heard it wrong. But when he raised his head to check Tav's face, there was nothing special on it, like she was asking something mundane, barely worth of notice. And it was a rather mundane thing to ask. If you weren't expecting anything else to follow.

She wasn't.

It stunned him when Astarion realized that.

Thankfully it lasted barely a moment, and then his instincts kicked in.

"Why? I find your lap a rather enjoyable place to rest my head on."

'It would be even better if you were to let me put it between your legs, but I suppose I wouldn't get much rest then,' was supposed to follow, but somehow it got stuck in his throat. He couldn't even say why at first.

Because she wasn't flirting. Because it wasn't foreplay. Because she just offered to ruffle his feathers in a most simple, primitive, childish way possible, and never planned to stretch the invitation to something more salacious and titillating.

Ruffled his feathers she did.

With much too fervor.

Astarion hardly remembered the way he traveled back into his tent and what he said in the process. Surely it was something appropriate for the occasion, he could trust the habits beaten into his skull by years of use.

No wonder she agreed so easily. He must've been blind not to notice.

He laid down, curled into a ball, sulking—for what, Astarion couldn't tell.

Perhaps it irked him that his plans fell through, and the cooked duck flew away from his mouth when he was so close to biting into it. What else could've been the issue otherwise?

But most strangely, a tightness in his stomach loosened as soon as he was left alone. He breathed with ease, warm ticklish touch of Tav's fingers lingering on his skin.

Safe.

From what..?

He didn't know.

[veerbles]

one major let down from the trc fandom is that trk (pre-epilogue) ended in november, and yet most post-trk fics take place during the next summer. the potential for spring semester henrietta adventures is well and truly untapped

[vulcanlovetriangles]

Today on Lwaxana Troi Tuesday, what if the Borg assimilated Lwaxana? The woman is a force of nature. The Borg might collapse from that assimilation.

Though Locutus probably warned them and they'll collectively run for the proverbial hills.

[cariocake]

happy "im pure bred corgi" day to all who celebrate

[elejah-verse]

elejah_au

Divination

fanfiction_detective au

*

"We need to catch that obeah witch." Elijah said. "No matter how we do it. She's got the answers."

"Right. Ready then?" Elena checked her gun.

"Are we good?" Elijah gently touched Elena's arm.

Elena swayed her look at the Original, exhaling softly, "Yeah"

"When this is done - we need to talk" Elijah looked at his partner in a very serious manner.

"There's nothing to talk about. It was just one night. That's all it was. Things happen. Let's not make a big deal out of it. Now, can we go and get her. The blue supermoon doesn't happen often." Elena took her jacket.

Elijah nodded, pressing his lips agonizingly and followed her out of the armory.

[bluut00th]

The Tarot club's image of Gehrman Sparrow be like:

“Southern Continent?” Audrey interpreted the sincerity in Dwayne Dantès’s words as she asked in surprise.

Klein laughed and replied, “For business.”

At that instant, the first thought that came to Audrey’s mind was: Which Sequence 5 is about to lose his life?

[cmbdragon98]

Ok, watching Fight Club next-

[deus-e-o-meu-tudo]

Livrai-me de toda mágoa que me impede de sorrir, de todas as más intenções que me impedem de seguir.

Dos maus pensamentos que tiram a paz, das más palavras que levam ao caos. Dos maus corações. Das más sensações. Tudo o que aqui dentro fizer mal.

E que assim eu me faça, livre da falta de fé. Da falta de sonhos. Da falta de PAZ. Livrai-me de tudo que me prende. De tudo o que ofende a minha liberdade de ser. E de sentir....

[annalegend]

[lidia-vasconcelos]

"Eu louvo a Deus, porque Ele não deixou de ouvir a minha oração e nunca me negou o Seu amor." (SALMOS 66:20) 

[sciderman]

can pete and harrys closure be them balls deep in eachother

i... well... i mean, maybe that can contribute to it, sure. i don't think it could do any more harm (sci says, naïvely.)

[ghostlymarcy]

Hai

hello :3