#rise against the wind of adversity

[violetsiren90]

Nothing But You | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x f!human!Reader

Genre: hybrid AU; non-idol AU, strangers to lovers; love in adversity; cozy one-shot; fluff and angst

Word Count: 1434

Summary: The world's not ready for your love, but that doesn't matter. None of it matters - nothing but him.

Part 2: Evergreen (though both can be read as stand-alone works)

Content Warnings: I'd give this a PG-13 for content, but ALL of my work is 18+ (minors, dni); cuddling; co-sleeping; bad weather (but safe indoors); shirtless Chris (Chan is called Christopher); descriptions of hybrid physical features (including some minimal body hair); depictions of prejudice towards, discrimination, and marginalization of hybrids; a character gets lost and is momentarily frightened; allusions to sexual intimacy; implied domestic violence (by an authority figure, not Chris); running away; mention of reproduction (pups); for some reason even though it is explicitly stated I feel the need to mention that Reader and Chris are both adults throughout

Author's Note: I'll tell you what I didn't have planned for this Sunday afternoon and that was a Bang Chan hybrid AU one-shot. But the image of cuddling up with Chan in the middle of a snowstorm took me hostage and now here we are. I've never written a hybrid AU before, so this was very fun! If you read this, I hope this Christopher brings you the comfort you deserve today. 💕

P.S In case no one has told you today, you're so loved and so, so worthy of love. 🧜💜

The icy wind howls, whipping swirling flurries of snow past the windows of the little cabin. You stir, not opening your eyes, heavy with slumber as your other senses remind you of the homey trappings of your shelter. A fire crackles and pops, its warmth licking over your nose and cheeks. A soft, heavy blanket fashioned of rabbit pelts lays over your body, rustling quietly as you nuzzle into the man beneath you.

    His chest rises and falls with the even breath of a deep sleep. Your cheek rests against his bare skin and the silky patch of thick, dark hair between his firm pectorals. It isn't really hair - not like yours. It's fur. Soft, dark tufts of it decorate his body everywhere hair would grow on a man; a patch on his chest, under his arms, at the dip of his Adonis belt. It smells like him. Like musk and pine and lavender. Manly and primal, floral and gentle. Christopher.

    Hybrids were still treated like dirt in so many ways. They didn't require licenses to live without owners anymore, but still, they were pushed to the margins of the community by the intolerance of common practice. You yourself had been taught to fear them. Monsters, your grandfather had told you, who would turn on their own young in a moment of morbid instinct. Even so, you always found more pity in your heart than terror.

    And then, one day, you met him.

You had been loading groceries into the bed of your grandparents' jalopy at the general store and dropped a bag of oats as you struggled to hoist it onto the tailgate. You hadn't even noticed he was beside you when he easily hefted the bag and the remaining two boxes of eggs onto the vehicle without a word. He shot you a little smile, but before you could thank him your eyes were arrested by a pair of sharp brown ears rising from his curly hair. He pulled on a cap and turned to go before you could collect your wits enough to speak.

    You had thought of nothing save his warm brown eyes and sweet smiling lips in the weeks that followed, taking any chance you could to steal away to the general store in hopes of seeing him again.

But your paths never crossed. Not until the following summer.

You had packed in to the camping grounds by the lake with a few other girls from your graduating class for a weekend getaway from the menfolk - not that you had any - and you'd joined them rather reluctantly and at the persistence of your grandmother, who insisted a little socialization would do you good.

    That first afternoon you quickly grew tired of the chatter. If the weekend was meant to be a reprieve from the men, you grumbled to yourself, then why were they the constant and sole topic of conversation? You gathered up your sketching supplies and walked down the trail a ways, finding that the more distance you put between yourself and the shrieks of laughter and gossip behind you, the better you felt. Soon, you couldn't hear them at all. You settled onto a rock at the edge of a small glen and took your pencil in hand.

    Suddenly, some hours later, it dawned on you that your eyes were straining somewhat on the page, and you looked about, startled at the waning light reflecting the late hour. Gathering your things, you hurried back to down the path, only to realize with a sickness in your gut that you were well and truly lost, and that the daylight was nearly spent.

    He had found you then, sniffling rather pathetically beside a tree. You'd been alarmed by the sudden sound of his voice, having not heard his furtive approaching steps, but when you raised your frightened eyes to his face the fear had quickly given way to wonder. You'd given up hope of seeing him again, and now here he was, once more in your hour of need.

It was too dark now to find the trail back to the campsite, so you helped divide the load of bracken he had tucked under his arm between you as he led the way back to his cabin, not far into the thick. As you walked you noticed his tail, gray and brown and full behind him. Had he hidden it, that day at the store, you wondered? Did he always when he was around people like you? You remembered how surprised you had been at the site of his pretty ears upon your first meeting and you felt ashamed. You tried to find every possible way to assure him, as you walked and talked, that he didn't frighten you. You hoped he understood.

    Before long, you arrived at a little clearing with a log cabin at its heart. Smoke rose invitingly from the chimney, and you found it was as small and homey and warm within as it seemed from the cold darkness of the wood. The stranger gave you bread and stew and hot milk, and you ate with him and told him of yourself and he shared with you in return.

He was a wolf hybrid. The sole survivor of his pack, he had traveled hundreds of miles to settle into the mountains of your home. He made a living hunting, trapping, and gathering the wares of the wild to sell in town, as did a handful of other hybrids living in the mountains - a group of traders known collectively as The Strays. He told you that his name was Christopher, but that most simply called him The Wolf. When you repeated his given name softly and asked if you could call him by it he smiled that smile again, but broader and brighter and with his eyes pressed into little moons and crow's feet in their corners. His canines glinted in the light of the fire and one beautiful dimple pressed into his left cheek.

    You were in love.

    You asked him, a little shyly before parting the following day, if you could be friends. He smiled sadly and brushed rough fingers over your cheek before telling you that you were already his friend, but that you should keep yourself safe by staying away. People were suspicious of hybrids, and if he were seen with a human woman, it could be dangerous for you both.

     At the edge of the campsite, when he turned to go, you grabbed his arm. You told him that every Saturday morning you helped wait tables at Maple's Diner, and that if he came, breakfast would be on the house. You wanted to thank him, you insisted. In truth, you just wanted to give him a chance to find you, should he wish to. Oh, you desperately hoped that he wished to.

    And he did. He showed up a few weeks later, ears tucked under a hat and shoulders looking broad in a worn flannel shirt. You gave him coffee and bacon and a pile of pancakes and sat with him when your shift was through. It became a ritual, Saturday mornings at the diner. And then you started meeting for lunch. Then dinner. Then for long walks and trips to the movies. Then he started to take you out for drives in his truck - for picnics in the mountains, to watch the stars from the bed, to never leave the cab or each other's arms as the windows fogged with your labored breaths and mingled heat.

    One night your grandparents were waiting up when you returned. Your grandfather was in a rage, your grandmother was all worry and woes. It was a sin, what you were doing, they said. In the eyes of what god, you demanded in return? Your grandmother clung to your arm, begging you to come to your senses - it was dangerous, and worse, you would be ruined for life. You told her that none of that meant anything to you. Only him, he was all that mattered. Only Christopher. To hell with everyone and everything else in that goddamned town that treated him with suspicion and shame - that could never begin to see how perfectly beautiful he was.

Your grandfather forbade you to see him.

You told him you were grown and he couldn't stop you.

He raised his hand, and your grandmother screamed.

    When Christopher pulled up in his pickup you were in front of Maple's Diner. He gasped as he crouched to cradle you in his arms and gently brush his fingers over your broken lip and the green bruise on your cheek. He gathered you up, gathered your little bags, and took you home.

Home to the woods.

To the little warm cabin.

To his arms and his heart.

    It's the third winter since you left it all behind - everything that tried to keep you from him.

Things are so different now, so simple, slow, steady and intimate in the life you share. You've started talking about pups. Maybe someday. Maybe soon. 

    You look up at his lovely, peaceful face, washed golden in the firelight, and smile, settling back down against his chest. As the wind howls your eyes slip shut, and you sleep again in the strong, gentle arms of a wolf.

-Fin-

[loonmartell]

✽ Ruby mound ✽

(Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Summary : A snapshot of a moment of peace in the park with Frankie.

Rating : T (just kissing in here, I had fun with it though hehe).

Word count : 1,154

Warnings : Established relationship, fluff, kissing, fluff, naps in a park, did I mention fluff?

A/N : Hiya there! So I found the picture in the center of my moodboard on Pinterest and naturally i went “FRANKIE!”, then twelve hours later I couldn’t get it out of my head so I wrote this! Also, this is my first time sharing anything I’ve ever written so just know that I’m very nervous but I’m open to all kinds of criticism as long as it’s not rude, or else I 150% WILL cry.

You felt the sweet spring breeze flowing against your skin.

Infused with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh, bright, green grass; the draught sends goosebumps rising in your arms.

The sound of leaves rustling and dancing to the rhythm of the air reached your ears and as you raised your head to look up at them. You find the rays of sunlight filtering through the leaves and branches of the tree you settled under the shadows of.

You looked back down at your lap, the soft snores of your Frankie grounding you to safety and calmness. And the feel of his soft, brown locks between your fingers giving you a sense of serenity and peace.

With a particularly strong gust of wind, a beautiful Ruby mound drifted through the air to fall next to you.

You stretch your arms a little uncomfortably to reach for the discarded flower without disturbing Frankie’s catnap.

You brought the flower closer to your face to inspect it, the long petals vibrant with a ruby red colour, and they twirl in response to you twisting the stem between your fingers.

You glanced back down at your boyfriend, the tension lines on his face vanishing with no trace. The steady cadence of his chest rising and falling with his breath making your heart swoon.

As you gaze upon his peaceful, vulnerable form, you feel a strong wave of affection and warmth stirring deep inside you.

You love him so deeply.

You love him with an overwhelming intensity that makes your heart almost burst with it.

And you know he feels the same way about you.

In the way he looks at you with an adoring gaze that makes you feel like you’re the only person that matters in a room full of people.

In the way he ever so gently brushes your hair to tuck the escaping strands behind your ear, just to place his hand in the nape of your neck to tenderly place a kiss on your forehead that lingers further than a casual kiss would.

In the way he never misses a chance to have you in his arms. Whether it’s a lazy movie night where he doesn’t watch the movie because he can’t help but wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your chest, feeling your soft skin against his cheek. Or if it’s a fancy night out where he’ll keep a hand on you at all times because it grounds him when he gets a strong surge of emotions on date nights.

You both know that this is it for you.

You are each other’s present, future and eternity.

Looking lovingly at him, you gently insert the Ruby mound behind his ear. His thick hair masking the stem and making the flower appear as if it’s magically grown from his curls.

You smiled at the beautiful sight. Thinking about the similarities between the flower and your Frankie.

The Ruby mound endured the wind that plucked it from its own home, travelled an unknown distance until it found its way to you. Yet it never lost the delicacy and fragility that it possessed. Indicating the resilience that never wavered in the face of adversities.

Despite the atrocities he faced in his years of serving. Your Frankie still preserves his genuine features.

His compassion is evident when he comforts you after a long stressful day, listening attentively to your concerns while he draws shapes on the shins of your sprawled legs on his lap.

You're always left at awe at his thoughtfulness when he shows up at your work with your favourite food during his lunch break. Because he knows you were running late that morning and you didn’t get to have breakfast.

You’d think after three years of this constant, unwavering care you’d get used to it. But in all honesty, you’re enamoured with everything that Frankie does. And you think you’ll continue to do so for the longest time.

As much as you dread extracting Frankie from his cocoon of tranquillity, by now the sun is about to set and this moment of serenity has to come to an end like it was bound to. And you have to wake him up.

You slowly run your hand on his scruff, feeling the rough texture under your fingertip.

He hums softly in his sleep when he feels your touch back on him again.

“Frankie?” You whisper gently to not startle him.

When he doesn’t even stir, you lower your head enough to kiss his temple, calling his name again.

When that doesn’t work either, you pepper feather light kisses all over his face. Making sure to cover his eyelids, nose and chin.

His lips quirk up at the corners as he begins to wake up. You don’t stop landing the kisses until he starts to chuckle and his hands raise to your chin to guide your lips to his where you kiss him as tender as you can in that awkward angle.

When you pull away, he opens his eyes with a groggy smile; “Hi”.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” You said through your smile while still caressing his scruff “how do you feel?”

“Like I’m in a dream with an angel above my head” he rasped while leaning into your touch.

“Mmm, such a flatterer” you playfully pinched his cheek, earning a chuckle from him “do you want to take a stroll before we lose light?”

He sat up and stretched his arms above his head. And turned to look at you when you started giggling to yourself.

“What?” He said with a quizzical smile on his handsome face “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, you just look so pretty like this” you said with an adoring gaze.

“Like what?” He turned to face you entirely.

You wordlessly picked up your phone, opened your camera app and pinched his chin to turn his head to the side. You took a picture of the Ruby mound tucked into his hair and showed it to him.

He chuckled as realisation dawned on him “yeah you’re right, it suits me”

“You look like a charming flower prince!” You said excitedly.

“Does that make you my gorgeous flower princess?” He said with a wink.

“Hmm I suppose it would” you said slyly, your gaze flitting down to his lips.

He leaned closer to you and placed his hand on your jaw “you definitely are” he whispered against your lips before your lips melted against each other with an intimate rhythm that sent a rush of warmth coursing through your bodies.

As you walked with your hands clasped together under the pink and orange hues of the sunset, you were sure that you’re not afraid of the uncertainties of the future anymore. You found solace and strength in your Frankie and you couldn’t ask for more than that.

Your charming flower prince that you will cherish always and forever.

A/N : If you stuck around until you reached me here; THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH & you made my day <33 please share your thoughts with me here or on Twitter (X 🙄) @/Loon_martell 🤍.

[orthodoxadventure]

I ask for a prayer. I've been dealing with increased anger and anxiety recently. Certainly a symptom of neglecting my spiritual needs the past few months. If you will, pray that I get back on the right path. Please and thank you. God bless.

I'm sorry to hear that you've been struggling with anxiety and anger recently, and I pray that both of these things improve for you. Of course I will keep you in my prayers.

Some prayers you might find helpful are under the readmore

Prayer Against Fear

O Greatly-merciful Master, Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me and cleanse me from every sadness and disturbance and cowardice. Drive away from me every spiritual choking and demonic sorrow, that I sense in my body and my soul. For You are our Joy, and the hope of all the ends of the earth, and those far off at sea. Be merciful to me, O Master, upon my sins. Take from me the heavy burden of sin and despair. Drive far away from me every sadness and laziness. Confirm me in Your Love, and with unassailable hope and unshakable faith in You, through the intercessions of Your Spotless Mother, and all Your Saints. Amen.

Another Prayer Against Fear

O Master, Lord my God, in Whose hands is my destiny:  Help me according to Thy mercy, and leave me not to perish in my transgressions, nor allow me to follow them who place desires of the flesh over those of the spirit.

I am Thy creation; disdain not the work of Thy hands. Turn not away; be compassionate and humiliate me not, neither scorn me, O Lord, as I am weak. I have fled unto Thee as my Protector and God. Heal my soul, for I have sinned against Thee. Save me for Thy mercy’s sake, for I have cleaved unto Thee from my youth; let me who seeks Thee not be put to shame by being rejected by Thee for mine unclean actions, unseemly thoughts, and unprofitable remembrances. Drive away from me every filthy thing and excess of evil.

For Thou alone art holy, alone mighty, and alone immortal, in all things having unexcelled might, which, through Thee, is given to all that strive against the devil and the might of his armies. For unto Thee is due all glory, honor and worship:  To the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen

Prayer Against Adversity

Dear heavenly Lord, It’s as if I take One step forward and Two steps back. Things go wrong In the most unexpected ways. It seems like the whole world Works against me sometimes. And my failure ties me up in knots. Yet I know one thing, For Your Word has told me, That I am not alone. So once again I call out to You, Rise up, oh Lord, rise up! Strike down the resistance and fear That seek to silence my faith. Give me strength and clarity To continue, no matter How hard the wind blows against me. I believe in Your promise. You will not abandon me. I trust in the resurrection That sets my soul free. You are my almighty God And I am Your beloved child. Christ won this for me Upon the cross. Only by Your grace, According to Your holy will, In Jesus name, Amen.

Prayer to Overcome Panic Attacks

Lord, I come to You and I thank You for drawing near to me when I draw near to You. To think that You are mindful of me — it overwhelms my soul. But Lord, today my spirit is heavy and my body is weak. I cannot bear the weight of this anxiety and panic any longer. I recognize I can’t get through this alone, and I pray against the very active enemy who is trying to shake my faith and tear us apart. Help me stand strong in You. Fortify these weary bones and remind me of the truth that this pain and panic will not last forever. It will pass.

Fill me with Your joy, peace and perseverance, Father. Restore my soul and break the chains of anxiety and panic that bind me. I trust You with my panic and I know that You have the power to take it all away. But even if You don’t, I know I don’t have to be a slave to my fear. I can rest in the shadow of Your wings and I will rise and overcome by Your unwavering strength. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Bless My Enemies, O Lord

Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them.

Enemies have driven me into your embrace more than friends have.

Friends have bound me to earth, enemies have loosed me from earth and have demolished all my aspirations in the world.

Enemies have made me a stranger in worldly realms and an extraneous inhabitant of the world. Just as a hunted animal finds safer shelter than an unhunted animal does, so have I, persecuted by enemies, found the safest sanctuary, having ensconced myself beneath your tabernacle, where neither friends nor enemies can slay my soul.

Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them.

They, rather than I, have confessed my sins before the world.

They have punished me, whenever I have hesitated to punish myself. They have tormented me, whenever I have tried to flee torments. They have scolded me, whenever I have flattered myself. They have spat upon me, whenever I have filled myself with arrogance.

Bless my enemies, O Lord, Even I bless them and do not curse them.

Whenever I have made myself wise, they have called me foolish. Whenever I have made myself mighty, they have mocked me as though I were a dwarf. Whenever I have wanted to lead people, they have shoved me into the background. Whenever I have rushed to enrich myself, they have prevented me with an iron hand. Whenever I thought that I would sleep peacefully, they have wakened me from sleep. Whenever I have tried to build a home for a long and tranquil life, they have demolished it and driven me out.

Truly, enemies have cut me loose from the world and have stretched out my hands to the hem of your garment.

Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them.

Bless them and multiply them; multiply them and make them even more bitter against me:

so that my fleeing to You may have no return; so that all hope in men may be scattered like cobwebs; so that absolute serenity may begin to reign in my soul; so that my heart may become the grave of my two evil twins, arrogance and anger; so that I might amass all my treasure in heaven; ah, so that I may for once be freed from self-deception, which has entangled me in the dreadful web of illusory life.

Enemies have taught me to know what hardly anyone knows, that a person has no enemies in the world except himself.

One hates his enemies only when he fails to realize that they are not enemies, but cruel friends.

It is truly difficult for me to say who has done me more good and who has done me more evil in the world: friends or enemies.

Therefore bless, O Lord, both my friends and enemies.

A slave curses enemies, for he does not understand. But a son blesses them, for he understands. For a son knows that his enemies cannot touch his life. Therefore he freely steps among them and prays to God for them.

[vyragosa]

the way takasugi was overhyped with charisma when his whole character point is how inadequate he believes himself to be, he wants to live desesperately after dying from tuberculosis and never seeing the end while alive, while he longs for death to rejoin his teacher, the fact that he openly asks if he can leave chaldea, and that ritsuka reminds him of yoshida for not living for money or fame

he openly mentions yoshida's place of death and longingly, wished to follow him, his legendary recklessness tinted with just enough grief for fallen comrades and guilt, endless guilt

and with this, his teacher would defy even vengeful spirits possessing him, turning the madness away with his own and summon him, make him experience chaldea and say "you must live."

"This far in, what is there to say? The late cherry blossoms flutter away, carried by the winds of my hometown. At last, I follow my teacher’s shadow in Noyamagoku.”...No, it's nothing. Just muttering things to myself."

"If a promise of immortality exists in death, one should always choose death..." : A message from Yoshida Shōin sent to Takasugi before he was executed for the Ansei Purge."

"A line from his teacher Yoshida Shōin's death poem. It makes it possible for Takasugi to rise up against adverse circumstances to escape death in the nick of time."

[hopeandduty]

Day 8: Free Day - Cage

Solution Nine is a city of edges. 

Everything here is harsh and sharp and unyielding. Ciardha expects little else from a city built to endure. Yet it is different in so many ways from the Crystarium and no matter how often she walks these electrope laced streets Ciardha cannot but feel the difference. For the vastness of the tower’s interior there is a stagnancy to the air she cannot wholly name, a confinement that has settled into the very foundation of it all. What few trees grow here have forgotten their voices, drowned out as they were by the hum of neon lights and crackle of the lightning that ran through the city’s veins. 

The people here are accustomed to it; some, Ciardha expects, have never even left its confines. She knows too little of the shard from which they hailed, of the calamity visited upon them to say if this is right or wrong, only that it makes her sad to think of them in such a cage, no matter how beautifully lit and meticulously cared for it may be. There is no gentle wind, no open sky, no horizon upon which to watch the sun rise in the early hours. No birds to welcome it with the first notes of their song or insects to hum to life about her feet. How is it a place designed to preserve life felt so impossibly void of it? 

Ciardha could only guess at the answer. 

She watches the people come and go, each wearing a regulator that glows against the unusually vibrant colours of their hair. Most are filing into the Arcadion to watch the upcoming match. They will cheer and roar and in the aftermath she will listen to them all covet the feral souls they watched in action, the power the combatants raised in a bid for victory. None will question the life that surrendered such a soul, none will even pause if they are expended. It twists in her gut at the wrongness of it all. 

They are running from the pain of loss, and in so doing have forgotten the preciousness of life. 

Perhaps that is what is missing from this city. Its people do not want for food or shelter, they have every convenience, every innovation– but they lack something far more fundamental. To lose is to learn, to learn how precious time together may be, to know how fragile one is in the face of adversity and how strong one might become in a bid against it. It is to know how deeply to cherish what one is given and to reach for what one dare not leave to an unpromised tomorrow. The fear and the rapture of true freedom.

These people are birds in a cage that have forgotten the sky.

[thelorehold]

In the heart of an ancient world, where magic flows like rivers through the veins of the earth and every shadow harbors secrets untold, there rise the heroes of legend. Their strength is a force that shapes the very land, their grace a symphony of motion that turns the tide of any battle. These are the protectors, unyielding sentinels whose shields are as steadfast as the mountains themselves, their courage a beacon in the darkest of nights. Their honor is their armor, gleaming with the light of a thousand victories.

Beside them stride the pathfinders, swift and silent as the forest winds. With eyes that pierce the deepest mysteries and arrows that find their mark in the heart of danger, they are the explorers of the unknown, the seekers of truths buried in time. They move through the wilderness with a mastery born of instinct and skill, uncovering the hidden paths that lead to both glory and peril.

In this world of ceaseless adventure, where dragons slumber beneath snow-capped peaks and ancient evils stir in forgotten tombs, these heroes stand as the vanguard of all that is good and noble. Their resolve is as unbreakable as the ancient oaths they swear, their courage a flame that burns ever brighter in the face of adversity.

From the clash of swords against monstrous foes to the unraveling of dark plots woven by malevolent forces, they carve their names into the tapestry of history. Each quest is a step into legend, each battle a story to be sung for generations. In this realm where the line between myth and reality is as thin as a whisper, they are the living embodiment of heroism, the champions who face the unknown with hearts of steel and spirits ablaze. Their tales will echo through the ages, a testament to the eternal struggle between light and darkness, and the indomitable will of those who dare to stand against it.

[ko-fi.com/lorehold]

[pugzman3]

Psalms chapter 35

1 (A Psalm of David.) Plead my cause, O LORD, with them that strive with me: fight against them that fight against me.

2 Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand up for mine help.

3 Draw out also the spear, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.

4 Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.

5 Let them be as chaff before the wind: and let the angel of the LORD chase them.

6 Let their way be dark and slippery: and let the angel of the LORD persecute them.

7 For without cause have they hid for me their net in a pit, which without cause they have digged for my soul.

8 Let destruction come upon him at unawares; and let his net that he hath hid catch himself: into that very destruction let him fall.

9 And my soul shall be joyful in the LORD: it shall rejoice in his salvation.

10 All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?

11 False witnesses did rise up; they laid to my charge things that I knew not.

12 They rewarded me evil for good to the spoiling of my soul.

13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

14 I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

15 But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; they did tear me, and ceased not:

16 With hypocritical mockers in feasts, they gnashed upon me with their teeth.

17 Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.

18 I will give thee thanks in the great congregation: I will praise thee among much people.

19 Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.

20 For they speak not peace: but they devise deceitful matters against them that are quiet in the land.

21 Yea, they opened their mouth wide against me, and said, Aha, aha, our eye hath seen it.

22 This thou hast seen, O LORD: keep not silence: O Lord, be not far from me.

23 Stir up thyself, and awake to my judgment, even unto my cause, my God and my Lord.

24 Judge me, O LORD my God, according to thy righteousness; and let them not rejoice over me.

25 Let them not say in their hearts, Ah, so would we have it: let them not say, We have swallowed him up.

26 Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonour that magnify themselves against me.

27 Let them shout for joy, and be glad, that favour my righteous cause: yea, let them say continually, Let the LORD be magnified, which hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant.

28 And my tongue shall speak of thy righteousness and of thy praise all the day long.

[christinaklassen]

2/23 Blog

I’ve seen many of Hayao Miyazaki’s films, but I had not seen “The Wind Rises” so this was an interesting watch for me. Even though the film is set during World War II, it doesn’t show warfare or showcase a narrative of the victims of the war. I honestly appreciated this aspect of the movie because we’ve been watching a lot of films that only focus on the atrocities and violence of war. At its core, the film serves as a profound exploration of love, ambition, and the human spirit, inviting viewers to reflect on the complexities of life and the pursuit of one's dreams. One of the central themes of "The Wind Rises" is the power of imagination and creativity in the face of adversity. Through the character of Jiro Horikoshi, Miyazaki portrays a passionate visionary whose love for aviation fuels his relentless pursuit of excellence. Despite facing numerous obstacles and setbacks, Jiro remains unwavering in his dedication to designing the perfect airplane. His unwavering commitment serves as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the transformative power of creativity in shaping the world around us. However, beneath its surface beauty lies a deeper exploration of the human condition. Jiro's passion for aviation is juxtaposed with the harsh realities of war, forcing him to confront the moral implications of his creations. As he grapples with his conscience, Jiro learns that true greatness comes not from the pursuit of glory, but from the ability to find beauty and meaning in the face of adversity. Another theme illustrated in "The Wind Rises" is the theme of love and its capacity to inspire and sustain us in the face of adversity. Jiro's romance with Naoko, a young woman battling a life-threatening illness, serves as a reminder of the fleeting nature of life and the importance of cherishing every moment. Their love story unfolds against the backdrop of a turbulent world, offering a beacon of hope amidst the chaos and uncertainty. Finally, a nice touch to the movie was the art style and animation which is always present in Hayao Miyazaki's films. There is a lot of attention to detail and I like that there is a sense of realism in the background even though it's animated.

[delphilos]

you can't run away hard enough, can you?

@mckngsong.

WATERFALL OF WORDS CASCADING FROM THE MOCKINGJAY’S LIPS LEFT JOHANNA FEELING IMPACT BEYOND EXPLANATION. LIKE THAT SENTENCE LEFT HER CONSCIOUSNESS CRASHING AS THOUGH A TEMPEST, STRIKING HER WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND WAVES UPON ROCKY SHORES. within her, tumultuous whirlwind of emotions swirled, stirring a potent mixture of fury and wounded pride. the mere implication that harbored any inclination to flee ignites a furious blaze of indignation inside; a firestorm of defiance against such an affront to her character. this left johanna with one question: did katniss truly believe that she was so craven to entertain the the idea of running away? that she was so desperate for some sort of escapism? johanna’s innermost being recoiled with disdain at the notion, rebelling against this cowardice that threatened her reputation. jaw clenched with iron resolve, scoff trickled from chapped brims.

beneath the surface, johanna sensed the true depth of katniss’ statement. not a challenge to her endurance, but a piercing examination of the inner fortitude. RELENTLESS ASSAULT UPON THE BEDROCK OF HER RESILIENCE. DID OTHERS PERCEIVE HER AS FEEBLE? INCAPABLE OF CONFRONTING LIFE’S TRIALS WITH UNYIELDING COURAGE? suddenly, she was yet again that feigned naive girl in the arena. johanna was no weakling. she never had been, nor will she ever be. no trembling reed swayed by the winds of adversity. she was a survivor. a victor. hardened by the crucible of suffering. what a price to pay … bearing scars that kissed her flesh belonging to battles from within and out. each mark, a testament to her own strength to the unbreakable spirit. reverberation of the phrase that seemed to have her in chains: YOU HAVE TO PROMISE NOT TO BREAK NO MATTER HOW FAR YOU ARE BENT.

storm raged on, yet johanna stood; firm, solitary figure among the chaos. what a familiar feeling. masked with stoic determination, she was confronted with a choice: to allow katniss’ words erode her confidence like sand worn away by the ceaseless tide, or to rise above. she met her gaze head - on. “ you think running is the only option? you severely underestimate me. i don’t run. i am fucking done letting them feel like they have some hold on me. ”

[thewolfparadox-things]

Expanded Light Offering to Hircine, Master of the Wilds

Expanded Light Offering to Hircine, Master of the Wilds

In the vastness of unending woods and shimmering skies, I present this radiant light to Hircine, Sovereign of the Hunt. Its brilliance, echoing the ethereal moons above, Seeks to drive away the shadows of uncertainty and ignorance.

As the beacon burns steadfastly against the blackness, May it instill clarity and wisdom in all who wander these lands. Great Hircine, who rules both chase and reprieve, Illuminate our path, ensuring we neither stray nor falter.

This flame is a testament to your ageless spirit, Its luminance touching the deepest groves and highest peaks. For each beast that prowls, and every soul that ventures, Bestow upon them the courage, insight, and swiftness they seek.

May this light guide the lost, the seekers, the hunters, And the ever-curious spirits through the thickets of life. As the wax wanes and the fire fights, May its energy echo the eternal dance of predator and prey.

Let the cycle of life, of pursuit and escape, Transform into a journey of mutual respect and intricate balance. In the glowing warmth of this offering, Hircine of the many faces, May all beings find their purpose, their passion, and their place.

Through this ritual, we acknowledge the trials of the wild, The challenges, the heartbeats, the fleeting moments of respite. And as every spark rises, joining the stars in their celestial waltz, May we find harmony, compassion, and respect in the embrace of the chase.

Mighty Hircine, to whom both deer and wolf bow, Accept this humble offering, this beacon in the night. In your vast realm where spirits run free and wild, Guide us with your wisdom, through every challenge, every trial. [12:22 PM] Prayer to Hircine for Protection from Excretion Magick

Mighty Hircine, Lord of the Hunt and the Pursued, In the vastness of your wild realm, we seek solace and fortitude. Against the dark webs of malicious spells, both blatant and shrewd, Shield us from excretion magick, lest our spirits become subdued.

In the rustling leaves and the howling winds, your presence is sensed, A guardian of nature, in your strength, we are immensely recompensed. May your fierce spirit, like the steely antlers of a majestic stag, Ward away the unseen forces that aim to bind, taint, and drag.

With your mighty power, let our journey be clear and serene, Guided by the moonlight and protected from that which remains unseen. Keep us steadfast in the face of adversities, both large and minute, For with your guidance, no challenge can render us mute.

By the ancient rites and the whispers of old, We stand resilient, in your embrace, bold. Seeking inner strength and a heart that's true, Under your watchful gaze, our faith we renew.

From malevolent designs, whether glaring or discreet, May Hircine's protective aura make every curse obsolete.

With profound reverence, in the wilderness we stand, Mighty Hircine, under the protection of your grand hand.

In your name, under the moon's crescent beam, We offer our gratitude and close with, "By the Wild's Dream."

[heathjett]

Eyes of Justice: Wonder Woman's Intense Gaze by Heath Jett

Wonder Woman takes center stage with her piercing gaze fixed upon a distant horizon. Her beauty and strength radiate as she prepares to defend truth and fight for justice.

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From her vantage point atop the hill, Wonder Woman's gaze scanned the distant horizon. Her eyes, both fierce and compassionate, seemed to hold the weight of the world. The wind tousled her raven-black hair, a stark contrast against her golden tiara.

As an Amazonian princess and protector of humanity, Wonder Woman embodied strength and beauty in equal measure. Her presence commanded respect, her every movement exuding grace and power. With the truth as her guiding principle, she stood as a beacon of hope and justice in a world filled with darkness.

In her steady gaze, one could glimpse the depths of her determination. Wonder Woman was unwavering in her commitment to defend the innocent, to confront evil head-on, and to inspire others to rise above adversity. Her iconic shield, adorned with the emblem of truth, reflected the unwavering resolve that burned within her.

Wonder Woman's lasso of truth, a potent symbol of her unwavering commitment to justice, hung gracefully at her side. With it, she could reveal the secrets that hid in the shadows, ensuring that lies were dispelled and the truth prevailed.

But it was not just her physical prowess that made Wonder Woman legendary. It was her compassion, her unyielding belief in the power of love and empathy to transform the world. With every action she took, she sought to bridge divides, to foster understanding, and to inspire others to embrace their own strength and potential.

In a world where darkness often threatened to overshadow the light, Wonder Woman stood tall, her bracelets shining as a reminder of her indomitable spirit. She was the embodiment of courage, the epitome of a hero who would stop at nothing to protect those in need.

In that closeup portrait, Wonder Woman's gaze held a thousand untold stories. It spoke of battles fought, sacrifices made, and the unwavering commitment to justice that burned within her. As she looked off into the distance, her resolve was unwavering, for she knew that her journey to defend truth and fight for justice was far from over.

[iateyouroreos]

Psalm 35

(King James Version)

35 Plead my cause, O Lord, with them that strive with me: fight against them that fight against me.

2 Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand up for mine help.

3 Draw out also the spear, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.

4 Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.

5 Let them be as chaff before the wind: and let the angel of the Lord chase them.

6 Let their way be dark and slippery: and let the angel of the Lord persecute them.

7 For without cause have they hid for me their net in a pit, which without cause they have digged for my soul.

8 Let destruction come upon him at unawares; and let his net that he hath hid catch himself: into that very destruction let him fall.

9 And my soul shall be joyful in the Lord: it shall rejoice in his salvation.

10 All my bones shall say, Lord, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?

11 False witnesses did rise up; they laid to my charge things that I knew not.

12 They rewarded me evil for good to the spoiling of my soul.

13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

14 I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

15 But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; they did tear me, and ceased not:

16 With hypocritical mockers in feasts, they gnashed upon me with their teeth.

17 Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.

18 I will give thee thanks in the great congregation: I will praise thee among much people.

19 Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.

20 For they speak not peace: but they devise deceitful matters against them that are quiet in the land.

21 Yea, they opened their mouth wide against me, and said, Aha, aha, our eye hath seen it.

22 This thou hast seen, O Lord: keep not silence: O Lord, be not far from me.

23 Stir up thyself, and awake to my judgment, even unto my cause, my God and my Lord

24 Judge me, O Lord my God, according to thy righteousness; and let them not rejoice over me.

25 Let them not say in their hearts, Ah, so would we have it: let them not say, We have swallowed him up.

26 Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonour that magnify themselves against me.

27 Let them shout for joy, and be glad, that favour my righteous cause: yea, let them say continually, Let the Lord be magnified, which hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant.

28 And my tongue shall speak of thy righteousness and of thy praise all the day long.

[orthodoxadventure]

Psalm 35 (NKJV)

Plead my cause, O Lord, with those who strive with me; Fight against those who fight against me. Take hold of shield and buckler, And stand up for my help. Also draw out the spear, And stop those who pursue me. Say to my soul, “I am your salvation.”

Let those be put to shame and brought to dishonor Who seek after my life; Let those be turned back and brought to confusion Who plot my hurt. Let them be like chaff before the wind, And let the angel of the Lord chase them. Let their way be dark and slippery, And let the angel of the Lord pursue them. For without cause they have hidden their net for me in a pit, Which they have dug without cause for my life. Let destruction come upon him unexpectedly, And let his net that he has hidden catch himself; Into that very destruction let him fall.

And my soul shall be joyful in the Lord; It shall rejoice in His salvation. All my bones shall say, “Lord, who is like You, Delivering the poor from him who is too strong for him, Yes, the poor and the needy from him who plunders him?”

Fierce witnesses rise up; They ask me things that I do not know. They reward me evil for good, To the sorrow of my soul. But as for me, when they were sick, My clothing was sackcloth; I humbled myself with fasting; And my prayer would return to my own heart. I paced about as though he were my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.

But in my adversity they rejoiced And gathered together; Attackers gathered against me, And I did not know it; They tore at me and did not cease; With ungodly mockers at feasts They gnashed at me with their teeth.

Lord, how long will You look on? Rescue me from their destructions, My precious life from the lions. I will give You thanks in the great assembly; I will praise You among many people.

Let them not rejoice over me who are wrongfully my enemies; Nor let them wink with the eye who hate me without a cause. For they do not speak peace, But they devise deceitful matters Against the quiet ones in the land. They also opened their mouth wide against me, And said, “Aha, aha! Our eyes have seen it.”

This You have seen, O Lord; Do not keep silence. O Lord, do not be far from me. Stir up Yourself, and awake to my vindication, To my cause, my God and my Lord. Vindicate me, O Lord my God, according to Your righteousness; And let them not rejoice over me. Let them not say in their hearts, “Ah, so we would have it!” Let them not say, “We have swallowed him up.”

Let them be ashamed and brought to mutual confusion Who rejoice at my hurt; Let them be clothed with shame and dishonor Who exalt themselves against me.

Let them shout for joy and be glad, Who favor my righteous cause; And let them say continually, “Let the Lord be magnified, Who has pleasure in the prosperity of His servant.” And my tongue shall speak of Your righteousness And of Your praise all the day long.

[beardedmrbean]

Monday's blizzard continued into Tuesday morning, causing many traffic and transport disruptions.

Helsingin Sanomat (siirryt toiseen palveluun) covered the chaos in the Helsinki area as it experienced strong wind gusts and heavy snow showers.

Meteorologists predicted the weather system to move north and lose steam as it travels away from the coast, but 5-10 centimetres of snowfall can be expected throughout the country.

As a result, public transport in the Helsinki area is expected to be disrupted until later on in the day on Tuesday, according to HS (siirryt toiseen palveluun).

The paper wrote that based on the Helsinki Regional Transport Authority (HSL) service disruption website, numerous trams have been cancelled for Tuesday morning and that delays could continue into Tuesday evening.

HSL also posted that the A and K commuter trains will run in 20-minute shifts until Tuesday evening due to the adverse weather conditions.

Finland's state-owned rail operator VR announced delays on its long-distance trains, ranging from 15 minutes to over an hour.

Concern over youth drug deaths

Ilta-Sanomat covered the latest numbers from Statistics Finland on causes of death, which were published last week.

Overall drug deaths were at record levels, but IS drilled down to focus on fatalities among people aged under 30.

IS noted that drug-related deaths among young people in Finland have been on the rise for years.

In 2020, the figure was the highest in its recorded history, totalling 117. Although in 2021, there were slightly fewer drug-related deaths among people under 30 than in the previous year, the figure is still high, IS wrote.

IS further pointed out that while youth drug users have remained at similar levels over the past few years, growing drug use among people over 30-years-old, reduced the percentage of youth drug deaths from the overall figure.

The paper also noted that Finland experiences the most drug-related fatalities among people aged 25 and under, in proportion to its population.

Deduction reduction

As many people in Finland update their tax cards for 2023, Iltalehti (siirryt toiseen palveluun) reminded its readers that a few deductions will be abolished for the coming year.

Among the tax deductions that will no longer be in use are the interest deduction on home mortgages and disability deduction.

Over the past few years, the interest deduction on home mortgages has been reduced from 28 percent in 2011 down to 5 percent this year. For 2023, the deduction will completely disappear.

In recent years, interest rates have been low, but now that interest rates are rising, many are regretting the phase-out.

The disability deduction will also be abolished in the coming year. In previous years, a person with a permanent disability caused by illness or injury has been eligible for the deduction.

The deduction was in line with the degree of the disability and went up to 115 euros for state tax and 440 euros for municipal tax. Next year, these deductions will be abolished due to an update in the tax law surrounding the health and social services sector last summer.

A large proportion of those receiving the deduction were pensioners, and the pensioners' union Eläkeliitto argued against removing it.

[storymakerdraconians]

Raiven’s Journey

Beneath the azure sky of the Dawnlit Plains, a lone figure stood tall and proud, his alabaster fur shimmering in the sunlight like a warrior sculpted by the gods themselves. Known only as Raiven, the White Fang, he was both feared and revered across the realms. His wolfish features bore a stoic expression, eyes narrowed in steely resolve as his hand gently caressed the neck of his mighty steed, a jet-black stallion known as Shadowmane. The beast, towering and wild, was a creature of legend, with muscles rippling beneath its sleek coat, its breath steaming in the cool morning air as it pawed at the earth with restless energy.

Raiven swung himself effortlessly onto Shadowmane's back, the saddle worn from countless journeys but still sturdy as ever. The reins, black as midnight, lay loosely in his grasp, for Shadowmane needed no commands. Together, they moved as one — rider and beast, bound by an unspoken bond. With a sharp exhale, Raiven urged the stallion forward, and they galloped into the horizon, the wind roaring past them as they plunged deeper into the unknown wilderness.

The journey was not one of chance but of purpose. Far to the north, past the Great Divide and through the treacherous Blackstone Forest, lay the Obsidian Spire, a citadel of darkness where the ancient sorcerer Morvath, lord of shadows, had begun to stir once more. His name sent shivers through the hearts of mortals, and it was whispered that he sought to unlock the Gates of Nihil, unleashing upon the world a tide of darkness that would drown the light forever. Raiven had been called upon by the Elders of the Whitefang Clan to stop this atrocity, for his strength and courage were unparalleled, his loyalty to the light unwavering.

The land beneath Shadowmane’s hooves shifted, the once lush plains now giving way to barren, twisted woods. The sky darkened as the pair ventured further into the Blackstone Forest, where shadows seemed to writhe and whisper. Raiven’s keen eyes darted around, always vigilant, for he knew danger lurked within every shadow. His hand never strayed far from the hilt of his enchanted blade, Mooncleaver, forged from the heart of a fallen star and imbued with the power of the ancients. It glowed faintly at his side, a beacon of hope in these forsaken lands.

Suddenly, a guttural growl echoed through the trees, and from the gloom emerged a pack of dire wolves, their eyes glowing like embers. They were beasts of the forest, feral and hungry, their fangs bared and their muscles taut as they circled Raiven and Shadowmane. The White Fang met their gaze without flinching, his grip tightening on the reins.

In a flash, the wolves lunged, but Shadowmane reared up, his hooves crashing down with the force of a tempest, sending one of the wolves sprawling. Raiven drew Mooncleaver, the blade singing as it cut through the air. With a single swift motion, he cleaved through two more of the beasts, their forms dissolving into shadow as they fell. The remaining wolves hesitated, sensing the deadly power of their foe, and with a final, low growl, they slunk back into the shadows.

Raiven sheathed his sword, his breath steady, his heart undaunted. He patted Shadowmane’s neck, the stallion snorting in triumph as they continued their journey. The Blackstone Forest had tested them, but it was only the beginning. Ahead lay the Obsidian Spire, its dark silhouette rising against the stormy sky like the maw of a great beast.

As they approached, the air grew colder, and the very ground seemed to pulse with malevolent energy. But Raiven, the White Fang, feared no darkness. He had been forged in battle, tempered by the fires of adversity, and nothing—not sorcerers, not wolves, not even the shadows themselves—would stand in his way. Together with Shadowmane, he would face the ancient evil within the Spire, for the fate of the world depended on his courage and strength.

With a deep breath, he urged Shadowmane forward, their final battle yet to be written in the annals of legend. The winds howled around them, but Raiven’s resolve was unwavering. The dawn of a new age hung in the balance, and only the White Fang could decide which way the scales would tip.

As Raiven and Shadowmane neared the edge of the Blackstone Forest, the dense, oppressive shadows gave way to the bright warmth of the open fields beyond. The air shifted, filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the foreboding atmosphere melted into serenity. Before them, a breathtaking sight awaited — a meadow bathed in golden sunlight, where lavender trees swayed gently in the breeze. Amidst the vivid flora stood a lone figure, her form poised in peaceful admiration of the natural beauty surrounding her.

She was a creature of grace and wild allure, her fur a striking blend of golden and charcoal hues. Her form, curvaceous and supple, radiated a quiet strength, while her eyes, filled with wisdom, gleamed in the light as they traced the blossoms overhead. Her name was Lyara, a druidess of the Wildgrove, a protector of the ancient forces of nature. She stood barefoot upon the earth, her connection to the land palpable, every fiber of her being in tune with the rhythm of life around her. Her arms were stretched wide, embracing the moment, lost in the gentle hum of the world beneath her feet.

Raiven slowed his approach, his intense gaze softening as he took in the sight of her. He had heard whispers of Lyara before, tales of a guardian who roamed these lands, watching over the creatures and forests alike. But this was their first meeting, and as he dismounted from Shadowmane, he could feel the quiet power she exuded, a force different from his own, yet no less formidable.

Lyara turned slowly, her eyes locking onto Raiven with a serene smile. "White Fang," she greeted, her voice melodic and calming, "The forest whispered of your coming."

Raiven inclined his head respectfully. "Lyara of the Wildgrove," he replied. "I did not expect to meet one such as you in these dark times."

She chuckled softly, the sound like a breeze through the trees. "Darkness may loom, but nature endures," she said, glancing once more at the blossoms overhead. "The world may tremble at the coming of the Shadow, but it is in moments like this that we remember what we fight for."

Raiven nodded, understanding the weight of her words. He had been so consumed by the mission, by the impending battle, that he had forgotten the simple beauty of life — the very thing he was sworn to protect. For a moment, the tension in his body eased, and he allowed himself to breathe, to appreciate the harmony of the moment.

"You ride toward the Obsidian Spire," Lyara observed, her tone becoming more serious. "The shadows have stirred the land. I can feel it in the roots, hear it in the wind. Morvath's presence weighs heavy on the world."

"I do," Raiven replied, his voice steady. "His power grows, and soon, there may be no land left for the blossoms to bloom."

Lyara stepped closer, her eyes piercing but full of understanding. "Then you must go. But know this, White Fang — even in the deepest darkness, there is light. Do not lose sight of that. And if you should need it, nature will always stand with you."

She reached out, her fingers brushing against Raiven’s forearm, a simple gesture that radiated warmth. In that touch, he felt the strength of the earth itself flow through him, revitalizing his spirit, grounding him for the battles ahead.

With a soft smile, Lyara stepped back, turning her attention once more to the vast, peaceful expanse around them. "Go now, Raiven," she said, her voice a whisper on the wind. "The journey is yours, but remember what you fight for."

Raiven mounted Shadowmane once again, his resolve renewed. With a final glance at Lyara, he urged his stallion forward, the path ahead filled with danger but his heart lighter, reminded that even in the face of overwhelming darkness, there was still beauty to protect.

As they disappeared into the distance, Lyara remained behind, watching the horizon. She knew the battle to come would be fierce, but she also knew that the strength of nature — the force that had endured through countless ages — would never be extinguished. And with that knowledge, she returned to her peaceful reverie, her connection to the earth as strong as ever.

As Lyara wandered through the tranquil meadows, her senses were attuned to the peaceful hum of nature around her. The lavender trees swayed in the gentle breeze, and the soft rustling of leaves filled her with calm. She had left the safety of the Wildgrove, choosing this path to meditate, to reflect on the challenges that awaited her. The shadows of Morvath still loomed over the land, but here, she found solace. She trusted the natural balance of the world — it had never failed her before.

But today, something felt off.

As she walked along a narrow trail lined with stone and moss, the wind shifted, carrying with it an unfamiliar scent. Her keen instincts, honed over years as a druidess, immediately flared to life. Lyara stopped in her tracks, ears perking up. Something was watching her. The sense of being followed was subtle at first, like a distant whisper, but it grew more insistent with each passing second. She scanned her surroundings, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Then, from the shadows of the nearby trees, a large, feral creature emerged — a massive black wolf, its eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger. It was no ordinary animal, not one of the kind she knew from the Wildgrove. This beast moved with a predator’s intent, muscles rippling beneath its dark fur. Its gaze locked on her, its breath heavy and aggressive. Lyara could feel the tension rising in the air, her heart beginning to race.

Before she could react, the wolf lunged. With terrifying speed, it closed the distance between them, and in one swift motion, it was on her. Its weight crashed against her back, knocking her to the ground. Lyara gasped, trying to call upon her magic, but the suddenness of the attack left her disoriented. The wolf's heavy paws pinned her to the earth, its claws digging into the ground around her. She struggled, kicking, but the creature was far stronger than she had anticipated.

“No!” Lyara shouted, her voice echoing through the empty forest. She thrashed beneath the beast’s weight, but her strength was nothing compared to the raw power of the wild animal. Desperation clawed at her thoughts, and she tried to gather her focus, searching for a spell, for any way to summon the natural forces that she could command. But panic gripped her, and the wolf’s savage growl sent a cold shiver down her spine.

The forest around her remained eerily silent, as though the world had turned a blind eye to her struggle. The trees stood still, the birds no longer sang, and the wind that had once been her friend offered no comfort now. Lyara’s cries for help were swallowed by the vastness of the wilderness, with no one to hear her.

The beast leaned in closer, its hot breath on her neck, as if it reveled in the fear it had provoked. Lyara squeezed her eyes shut, fighting against the helplessness that threatened to overwhelm her. But deep within, a spark of her druidic power remained, untouched by panic. She inhaled sharply, forcing herself to focus on the earth beneath her — the roots, the life force that still pulsed within the ground, just waiting for her command.

With a final, desperate surge of willpower, Lyara reached into that connection, drawing on the strength of the land. A faint glow surrounded her hands, the magic slowly responding to her call. The roots beneath her began to stir, ready to rise up and protect her. The wild might have turned against her, but nature itself was still on her side.

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Description (Text):

Beneath the azure sky, Raiven, the White Fang, rides into the wilderness atop his legendary steed, Shadowmane. His mission is perilous: to stop the sorcerer Morvath from unleashing a tide of darkness. As they venture deeper into the Blackstone Forest, dire wolves emerge, but Raiven's blade, Mooncleaver, proves deadly. Further along, Raiven meets Lyara, a druidess of the Wildgrove, whose wisdom reminds him of the beauty he fights to protect. Together, they stand against the encroaching shadows in a world hanging in the balance.

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Title: Raiven’s Journey: The White Fang and Shadowmane's Quest

Alt Texts:

Raiven standing tall beneath a blue sky with his white fur shimmering in the sunlight.

Shadowmane, the black stallion, galloping through the wilderness with Raiven.

Dire wolves attacking Raiven in the darkened Blackstone Forest.

Lyara, the druidess, standing amidst blooming lavender trees.

Tags:

Fantasy, Adventure, Warrior, Druidess, Sorcerer, Dire Wolves, Blackstone Forest, Obsidian Spire, Nature

Keywords:

Raiven, White Fang, Shadowmane, Mooncleaver, Morvath, Blackstone Forest, Obsidian Spire, Lyara, Druidess, Dire wolves

[applicationwallah]

Embracing Adversity: The Power of Struggle Motivational Quotes

Life is full of challenges, and everyone, at some point, faces adversity. Whether it's a career setback, personal loss, or a difficult phase in relationships, struggles are inevitable. But it’s how we respond to these challenges that shapes our character and future. Throughout history, people have turned to motivational quotes to find solace, inspiration, and strength in times of hardship. In this article, we will explore the power of struggle motivational quotes and how they help us embrace adversity with resilience and determination.

Why Struggle is an Essential Part of Life

Struggles, although uncomfortable, play a significant role in personal growth and self-discovery. Adversity forces us to dig deep, reassess our priorities, and push past limitations we never thought we could overcome. It's during these tough times that we learn the most about ourselves, building emotional strength and resilience. As the famous quote by Frederick Douglass goes, “If there is no struggle, there is no progress.”

Struggles aren't meant to break us; they are opportunities to rebuild ourselves stronger and more equipped to handle future challenges. The discomfort and pain we experience teach us valuable lessons, making us more empathetic, resourceful, and mentally strong. But how do we maintain a positive outlook during these difficult times?

The Power of Motivational Quotes in Tough Times

Motivational quotes are more than just feel-good phrases. They serve as reminders that we are not alone in our struggles. Many great thinkers, leaders, and achievers have experienced hardships and emerged victorious. Their words offer us encouragement, a shift in perspective, and often, the much-needed push to keep going.

A well-timed quote can shift our mindset, turning despair into hope and frustration into determination. When we read or hear a quote that resonates with us, it can inspire us to change our attitude toward the situation. Struggle motivational quotes act like mini pep talks, nudging us toward perseverance and optimism.

How Struggle Motivational Quotes Help Us Grow

Encouraging Perseverance Struggles often lead to moments where giving up seems easier than continuing. However, motivational quotes remind us that persistence is key to overcoming adversity. For example, Winston Churchill’s famous words, “If you’re going through hell, keep going,” are a powerful reminder to persist through tough times. Quotes like these offer a beacon of light when everything around seems dark, encouraging us to keep moving forward.

Shifting Our Perspective Sometimes, we see struggles as obstacles rather than opportunities. Motivational quotes can change our perspective and help us see challenges as stepping stones to success. A quote by Albert Einstein, “In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity,” encourages us to look for growth and learning in adversity. By shifting our mindset, we can transform how we handle difficult situations.

Building Resilience Struggles demand resilience, the ability to bounce back from setbacks. Motivational quotes serve as mental and emotional reinforcements. They remind us that enduring hardship builds character and strength. Nelson Mandela once said, “Do not judge me by my success, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.” Quotes like this remind us that setbacks are part of the journey and rising after a fall is what truly defines resilience.

Cultivating Self-Belief During hard times, it’s easy to doubt ourselves and our abilities. Motivational quotes affirm that even in the face of adversity, we are capable of achieving great things. A quote by Henry Ford encapsulates this: “When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.” These words instill a sense of belief in ourselves, urging us to keep pushing despite the odds.

Boosting Mental and Emotional Health Struggles often take a toll on our mental and emotional well-being. The right motivational quotes can uplift our spirits, calm our anxieties, and give us the strength to face each day with renewed hope. Reading quotes such as “Fall seven times, stand up eight” can remind us that setbacks are temporary and what matters is our ability to rise again.

Famous Struggle Motivational Quotes

Throughout history, some of the most influential individuals have left us with timeless quotes that capture the essence of struggle and the power of resilience. Here are a few quotes that continue to inspire millions:

“The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.” – Molière

“Hard times may have held you down, but they will not last forever. When all is said and done, you will be increased.” – Joel Osteen

“We don’t develop courage by being happy every day. We develop it by surviving difficult times and challenging adversity.” – Barbara De Angelis

“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.” – Arnold Schwarzenegger

Using Struggle Motivational Quotes in Everyday Life

Struggle motivational quotes can be more than just occasional inspirations. They can become part of our daily routines to fuel our personal growth. Here are a few ways to integrate these quotes into your life:

Daily Affirmations: Start your day by reading a quote that resonates with your current challenges. It sets a positive tone for the day and encourages a resilient mindset.

Journaling: Incorporate motivational quotes into your journaling practice. Reflect on how a particular quote applies to your situation and the lessons you can take from it.

Visual Reminders: Write down your favorite struggle motivational quotes and place them where you can see them throughout the day – your desk, phone wallpaper, or a vision board.

Sharing: Share struggle quotes with friends or loved ones who are going through tough times. You never know when your words might be the motivation they need.

Conclusion

Embracing adversity is not easy, but it’s a necessary part of personal growth. Struggles shape us, helping us become more resilient, compassionate, and self-aware. Struggle motivational quotes in Hindi provide us with a source of strength and inspiration when we need it most. These quotes remind us that, despite the difficulties we face, we can overcome, grow, and thrive.

So, the next time you find yourself in the midst of adversity, turn to the power of struggle motivational quotes. Let them be the guiding light that helps you navigate through darkness and emerge stronger than before.

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