#sheep in the midst of wolves

[anastpaul]

One Minute Reflection – 11 June – ' ... Which of the Lord’s examples will we have to follow? ... '

One Minute Reflection – 11 June – “The Month of the Sacred Heart of Jesus” – Feast of St Barnabas the Apostle, Martyr, The “Son of Encouragement” – Acts 11:21-26; 13:1-3; Matthew 10:16-22.– Scripture search here: https://www.drbo.org/ “Behold I send you as sheep in the midst of wolves. Be, therefore, wise as serpents and simple as doves. ” – Matthew – 10:16 REFLECTION – “Christ also suffered…

[darkskiesahead-77]

[peacedomain]

@kingfishered's john  ❝ soap ❞  mactavish

“you cried wolf, so i came running. QUESTION: am i the wolf or the savior? is my smile too sharp or just my teeth? ANSWER: come a little closer.”

— efb | questions & answers, #2

[justana0kguy]

2023 JULY 14 Matariki Friday

“Behold, I am sending you like sheep in the midst of wolves; so be shrewd as serpents and simple as doves. You will be hated by all because of my name, but whoever endures to the end will be saved."

~ Matthew 10:16,22

[misguidedasgardian]

The Hour of the Wolf

MASTERLIST

"The war is over, King Aegon the Usurper is dead but also is Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, now the Kingdom submerges in chaos and uncertainty about who will be the next Targaryen who will sit the iron Throne. All eyes turn to the two survivors, Aegon the young and her older sister. In the midst of chaos, the wolf Cregan Stark takes command to bring justice to his late Queen, and help to put back together the pieces of what was the greatest dynasty this Kingdoms had ever seen, he never realized he was the one who was going to put together the young new Queen as well"

Prologue

The wolf and the sheep

Snakes, wolves and dragons

The Tower

It is you

Fire & Ice

My love, my duty

Pestilence

Your obstacle

Longing

Lurking Shadows

A ray of Sunlight

A Storm brewing

(soon)

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Little Red and Wolves

Warning: General Platonic Yandere nonsense, mostly wholesome fluff, abduction

You’d always been warned of the vicious beasts who supposedly roamed the country side of your prosperous town. Your adoptive father, Lord Keigo had tried making sure that you were safe from the creatures.

But being the naive child you were, you rarely heeded your father’s warnings.

“Bye daddy!” You bid farewell to your dad, who was in the midst of planning another hunt for the wolf men. You were outdoors, where the sun shone brightly and the grass was green.

It had been a plentiful harvest and new livestock had been born. In Keigo’s paranoid mind, the wolves were bound to steal the fruits of their labor. It wasn’t rare to see a few sheep or hens stolen from their pens or produce stolen.

But you remained blissfully unaware. Clad in your favorite red hood and bearing a basket of your necessities, you were ready for a day of adventure! Picking flowers, eating your lunch and maybe having a nap in the flower fields.

Keigo looked up from his plans and gave you a weary but gentle smile.

“Be careful kiddo! Be back before sunset or no dessert today, ‘kay?” You nodded, only to be stopped again by your father’s warnings. “If you see a wolf, scream loudly and yell for help.” You nodded, trotting off to continue your daily activities.

Tomura and Dabi had considered themselves masterful hunters and predators. Both abandoned as pups and learning the harsh ways of survival, they were fearsome, brutish beasts.

Sharp teeth, agile and strong bodies and frightening reputations to boot. But they had a rather simple, sweet desire.

To raise a pup of their own. While the pack they obtained was all well and good, they wanted a little pup. Shigaraki hadn’t considered himself parental by any means but it all changed when he spotted Keigo, that obnoxious lord who would stop at nothing to make them nothing more than fur rugs, reading you a bedtime story.

As inane as it sounded, it struck a chord in the blue-furred beasts. Dabi meanwhile had weirdly dreamt of fatherhood.

His own old man was a cruel, greedy man who stopped at nothing to obtain his “masterpiece.” Even if it meant callous behavior. Dabi was fully on board with his mate’s idea to obtain Lord Keigo’s child. That bastard didn’t deserve you anyway.

They’d caught the familiar scent of buttercups and your favorite scented soap as they slinked out of the dark woods. “Not really wise of the lord to let ‘em out like this.” Dabi grumbled, raising his lips slightly.

“Don’t fret, my ember. This is the perfect opportunity.” Shigaraki practically purred, licking his mate’s muzzle sweetly. “We got their room set up and the pack is ready to meet them. Now’s the perfect time.”

There you were, sleeping soundly. Shigaraki was the first to exit, carefully trotting up to you. He plopped down as he looked down at you. ‘Aww, like a little lamb.’ Shigaraki internally cooed.

His tail thumped happily as he sniffed at your hair, electing a sleepy giggle as you turned.

“Noo, silly puppy..” You whined, pulling your hood farther around your head. Shigaraki let out a low ruff, motioning for Dabi to come closer. Dabi wasted no time, drinking in the sight of you.

“Pup..” He rumbled, giving a gentle lick to your face. Shigaraki was about to ‘scruff’ you and put you on Dabi’s back but you woke up.

“Hmm?” You sat up, rubbing your eyes. Your vision was naturally blurry before you got a closer look. To you, they looked like giant dogs. Keigo had accidentally forgotten to remind you as to what they looked like.

“D-doggie?” You whispered. Shigaraki and Dabi exchanged looks before ultimately playing the part of giant dogs. Shigaraki delivered a few kisses to your face, earning giggles.

“Doggy.” You yawned again. “C-can we play later? I-I’m sleepy..” You whispered, lying back down. “Y-you can stay if you want.” Shigaraki gently placed you on Dabi’s back as you snuggled into the black one’s fur. Gently picking up your basket, Shigaraki and Dabi trotted into the woods.

Leaving nothing behind but the flowers you picked

[kiame-sama]

Sin Eater- (Yandere!Zestial)

Warnings; more of a slow burn, purely platonic yandere for now, can't decide if I would prefer platonic or romantic yandere Zestial at the moment, unnamed overlord death, prior to the events of Hazbin, mention of blood, blackouts and slight missing memories, gender neutral reader, vague cannibalism,

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"Where... Am I?"

Your question was met with silence as you looked around the room at the various surprised figures. Only moments ago you had been standing up at the Heavenly gates with who you assumed to be St. Peter searching for your name. He had found it but when the gates opened, a man wearing a mask with devil horns stopped the two of you. The man didn't say much before he smiled and said you belonged in Heaven but had work to do in Hell. After that there was a flash of bright light before you found yourself where you currently stood.

Outside the sky was red and those standing before you were dressed rather differently from the angelic being you spoke to prior. The colors of the room almost seemed to be steeped in sepia coloration like an old film movie. Those around the long rectangular table seemed surprised and confused by your presence just as you were confused by theirs.

"Great, who's this then? Some cheeky bitch intruding in an overlord meeting."

One of the people sitting at the table stood, their features making them look like some kind of cross between an alligator and a chicken. Their three eyes were focused on you and seemed to be smouldering in their sockets as they approached. You didn't know how to respond as the being loomed over you, hand drawn back as if they intended to slap you.

What felt like seconds later you were suddenly on the other side of the room, warm sticky red blood covered your arms and chest while it dripped from your hands. The sudden change startled you as you tried to wipe away the blood with very little success, becoming panicked and almost frantic. Not only were you confused and lost, you were soaked in blood and somewhere completely new to you.

It was during your panicked attempt at wiping away the blood on you that a slender spider-like hand rest on your shoulder. The weight of the hand drew your attention to the person attached to that hand.

They were an unusual looking being with neon green-yellow eyes set in a dark gray face. Their body was obscured by a long cloak that covered them and came up in a collar that held the design of spider webs. A spider sat located above their collarbone as if it were a bowtie that held the cloak closed on the figure.

"Calm thyself, child. One ought not panic so easily, especially when one finds thyself in Hell. Breathe a moment, for the danger has passed."

Their voice was a soothing rumble that held a faint echo to it, their relaxed demeanor calming you considerably despite your uncertain surroundings. When they saw you had followed their instructions and took a deep breath, a rather patient smile played across their lips.

"Worry not, child. No harm shall befall thee here."

You almost returned the smile before a voice interjected, startling you slightly.

"They won't be harmed, sure, but what about us? They just ate one of the other overlords!"

"Calm thyself, Carmilla. Approach not with violence but an open hand and there will be no trouble. It seems Heaven has set a Sin Eater in our midst once more. A lost lamb ought not stray from thine flock, lest they be consumed by the wolves that doth circle amongst the sheep."

The humanoid circled you slightly, keenly observing you as you watched with unguarded curiosity. You had never seen someone like them before, but despite their appearance you felt calm and almost protected by the unusual being. It was when they stopped and gained an almost pleased smile that you felt the hair on the back of your neck standing ever so slightly.

"Prithee, speak thy name, Child, that I may address thee proper."

"(Y/n) (L/n). What's your name?"

"Zestial. Though many oft remark me to be the oldest overlord in Hell. Tell me, (Y/n), wouldst thou wish to be cast into the populace of Hell, or wouldst thou prefer to be guided through by a more experienced hand?"

"I... Wait, we're in.. Hell? Then that means I'm..."

"Verily, young (Y/n). Life has departed thee and left thee to walk amongst the fallen. As thou may suspect, the populace of Hell will not react kindly to thy presence. Sin Eaters are monsters in Hell and oft are hunted the rare times their presence becomes known. But no more of that, there is still the question at hand. What is thy answer?"

"I... I just want to know what's going on. I don't want to be hunted for something I didn't even choose. Will you help me?"

"Yes, dear confused (y/n). It is within mine own ability to guide and protect thee from the many untrusting eyes in Hell."

It was then the feminine one Zestial addressed as Carmilla spoke up, her brows raised and tone incredulous. Those sitting at the table seemed surprised as well with the current way the conversation was headed. None other than Carmilla seemed brave enough to speak out their concerns on the matter.

"Zestial, I know you are one to keep your plans to yourself, but are you really going to make a deal with that thing?"

"Carmilla, though thy intent is to protect and perhaps defend from the unknown, never forget that none had guessed mine own intentions at first glance. This is to be a deal struck between the Sin Eater and I, it needs no outside interjection."

"I- understood, Zestial."

The spider being turned back to you, their enigmatic smile still present on their face as they spoke in that same even tone.

"Now, (y/n), what say thee? It must be known I shan't do this without proper reparations. Thine soul shall become mine for the taking, but there shall be none who can try to touch thee without repercussions. More importantly, Hell need not control thy heart with fear as I shall walk by thee and shelter thee from the hostile intent of others. Does that sound amenable?"

"You want my soul and in return you're going to stop others from hurting me?"

"Among other things, but yes."

"Okay. I think that's fair."

A contract appeared out of what seemed to be nothing, floating before you. Next to it was a pink and green-yellow feather much like the one that adorned Zestial's hat. With nothing to lose you grabbed the feather quill and signed your name on the dotted line, agreeing to the mysterious being's offer. The second you finished writing your name, a certain weight seemed to now be placed on your shoulders as if the air around you had changed.

"Verily, a wise choice, dear (y/n). Wise indeed."

[onethousandwords]

Christian Elements in Gravity Falls, Part Two

See the first part here

I think we've covered most of the self-sacrificial theme I wanted to cover that occur in Gravity Falls, and I touched briefly on forgiveness. But I want to touch on it again particularly when it comes to Ford Pines.

This character, largely due to his pride (and while there are definitely a whole host of complicated reasons Ford has such issues relating to his father and Bill's manipulations - it can't be argued that this is a major issue for him), burns his bridges. He does it first and repeatedly with Stanley (though, Stan has his own issues, too - I'll acknowledge that - this is not a debate about which sibling is "better" - both of them have their good qualities and their flaws and needed forgiveness at some point), and then with Fiddleford (who is arguably a sweeter character but still flawed himself).

He's really at a point in his life where any forgiveness given to him would be unearned because of the actions he's taken in his life. He refused to talk to Stanley for over ten years over a broken science project, his fight with his brother due to prioritizing his work over his family leads to Stanley being branded (and though he expresses remorse over this - later circumstances lead him unable to make amends), the first thing he does when his brother brings him back is punch him in the face, he threatens to uproot Stan's entire life, he risks the entire world because he has to get in the last word.

And yet, when he reaches out to Stan, Stan forgives him (in all except one instance which also put the world at risk).

Let's go to Fiddleford. We get more insight about this character in Journal 3. We learn, for instance, that he crosses himself while stepping over graves, chastises Ford for saying "what the devil" and would likely disapprove of "black magic." This, and the fact he comes from Tennessee which is in the Bible Belt, would suggest he is Christian (the crossing himself part would suggest Catholicism). We learn that he's very giving and self-sacrificial.

You see this in particular with his relationship with Ford - he sets aside his own personal projects and his business to help Ford with his project, he puts up with traumatizing event after traumatizing event to help him, he works for three days without breaks to help Ford organize his research. He does this with other people as well - in Journal 3, you see him helping the carnival by fixing gears on the ferris wheel and listening to a fearful Ivan Wexler and while he definitely chose the wrong person to help, he also helped Gideon with his Gideon-bot. The lantern bit I mentioned in the first part of this also bears mentioning again.

Fiddleford is a helpful person - exactly the kind of person you'd expect to help a stranger broken down on the side of the road. Hebrews 13:16 - "Do not forget to do good and share with others for with such sacrifices God is pleased."

It sounds like Fiddleford really took that to heart. However, it seems he might have forgotten the part about how he is being sent as "sheep among wolves. So, be as cunning as serpents and as innocent as doves." - Matthew 10:16

It also seems in the midst of his fears and trauma, he didn't turn to his faith for help - instead, he turned to his memory-erasing gun (which has at times been seen as a metaphor for substance abuse) and destroyed much of his life. Ford had a hand in Fiddleford's decline (though, Fiddleford is also ultimately responsible for his own choices).

And yet, when Ford comes to him recognizing the wrong he's done Fiddleford (Ford took Fiddleford's self-sacrifices for granted, continually exposed him to dangerous situations, refused to listen to his warnings, refused his help), he is forgiven.

This unearned forgiveness and love that Stan and Fiddleford display to Ford are barely even a fraction of the unearned forgiveness and love Jesus Christ shows us when we come to him to ask for forgiveness of our sins and believe in his death on the cross and his resurrection and trust in Him to save us from damnation and death.

A couple of more minor things that I thought were interesting in Gravity Falls and pertain to Fiddleford's character. One thing I thought was interesting was how, as Old Man McGucket, he seems to have taken comfort and refuge in a church (broken down as it is). While it's possible he's forgotten a lot of things, maybe there's still a part of him that trusts God and remembers Him.

The next thing, at the end of the show, Fiddleford gets to move into a mansion which is sort of the show's way of making up for the trouble it put him through as well as rewarding him for his part in helping take down the main villain, Bill Cipher.

For some reason, it reminded me of a specific Bible verse:

John 14:2-3 - "In my Father's house, there are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself. That where I am, there you may be also."

So, I thought it was fitting that Fiddleford moved into a mansion at the end.

Though, I will add just as a matter of personal preference, I enjoy the translations of the Bible where rooms is used instead of mansions. Because it puts me in mind of this grand, beautiful house with many rooms, and many people including myself who have our own room, and there's this concept of "family togetherness."

Alex Hirsch put through a concept of people being "honorary members of the Pines family" which is good and sweet and kind. But how much better and sweeter and kinder is it to be a member of God's family? A loving, good, and merciful God who is waiting with open arms to accept anyone who comes to Him.

[poweredinpeace]

Why do wolves hid in sheep covering? Why does the DNC have to produce a movie made for Netflix for their convention? Why does the

Democrats move to the center on election years? Well, the sheep are terrified of wolves.

Ezekiel 22:27 Her princes in its midst are like wolves ravening the prey, to shed blood, [and] to destroy souls, that they may get dishonest gain.

Matthew 7:15 "Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravening wolves.

Matthew 10:16 "Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves. Therefore be wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.

[olivetree-99]

Messenger of Allah ﷺ said,

"Two hungry wolves sent in the midst of a flock of sheep are no more destructive to them than a man's greed for wealth and fame is to his Deen."

[Riyad as-Salihin]

[myremnantarmy]

𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟐, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥

Friday of the Fourteenth Week in Ordinary Time

MT 10:16-23

Jesus said to his Apostles:

“Behold, I am sending you like sheep in the midst of wolves;

so be shrewd as serpents and simple as doves.

But beware of men,

for they will hand you over to courts

and scourge you in their synagogues,

and you will be led before governors and kings for my sake

as a witness before them and the pagans.

When they hand you over,

do not worry about how you are to speak

or what you are to say.

You will be given at that moment what you are to say.

For it will not be you who speak

but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you.

Brother will hand over brother to death,

and the father his child;

children will rise up against parents and have them put to death.

You will be hated by all because of my name,

but whoever endures to the end will be saved.

When they persecute you in one town, flee to another.

Amen, I say to you, you will not finish the towns of Israel

before the Son of Man comes.”

[doyou000me]

All the wips sound really exciting, but I'll try to be less greedy and ask about two that really caught my attention - can you please tell more We Will be Kings One Day and The Black Shepherd?

How you have a really nice day!! 🩷🩷

Thank you for asking about these two!!

For anyone who's curious what else I've got clogging my brain, here's the WIP list!

We Will Be Kings One Day

This story (along with Monique Line) is set in a distant future where humanity has left earth and moved to a new planet (I'm not gonna get into the whole world building here - you'll have to ask about ML and WWBKOD combined for that ;D ). In a walled city, two boys grow up dreaming of making it to the palace and becoming kings one day - but as they grow up and strive to make their dream come true, they realise that the reality of dreams is not quite so easy... and how far would you be willing to go to make your dream come true?

I unearthed a prolog snippet that I wrote years ago:

We were just two kids on a rooftop, sharing a soda and a dream. I’d lie on my back with my head on your back, watching the stars. You’d lie on your front, gazing longingly at the many lights of the city centre.  “Look,” you’d say and point, and I’d turn my head to look over your shoulder. “Can you see it, the palace?” I’d squint and frown and strain my eyes to see. Then I’d nod, rubbing my cheek against your shoulder blade, because maybe, just maybe, the pale shape in the middle of the lights could be it.  You would look at me over your shoulder, and you’d smile and say: “One day, I’m going there. I’m going there, and I’m going to take the king’s crown and sit on his throne.” “You’re gonna be king?”  “Yes.”  “What about me, then? Can I be your knight?” “Of course not!”  You’d grin and I’d pout, and then you’d turn back to look at the city centre and the pale shape that might be the palace. I’d look at your profile in the light from the streetlamp, at the smile that pulled the corners of your lips back and the faraway look in your eyes. I’d feel the soda fizz in my belly when you propped your chin in your hand and sighed and quietly, almost like a whisper, said: “We’d be kings together.”

The Black Shepherd

Oo-ho, this a bit of a drifferent one! So I've got the idea that I one day want to write a story with "old time magic" - magic that is strange, and mystical, and a little bit dangerous and scary. I want a world where there is magic that is undeniably present, if not quite understood.

And then I went into a rabbit hole of reading about sheep eyes and why their pupils are horisontal... while listening to The Hu.

Out of that came The Black Shepherd. It's mostly vibes and lore, so that's what I'll share!

Think a small village of stone houses with large thatched roofs. Think simple folk; farmers and gatherers and hunters - and shepherds. Think a Shearing Festival once a year, where all the villagers gather their sheep and help each other shear them. Think competitions, and music and dance, and a lot of good food.

In the midst of this, a visitor. The Black Shepherd is the shepherd of all the black sheep, and with woolly hair, grey-black skin, hooves and the eyes of a sheep, the villagers say he's something other than a man. He only comes into the village once a year, during the Shearing Festival, for the villagers to shear his sheep. The villagers have used the black wool from the previous year to make the Shepherd a new coat, and they offer it to him along with any new black lambs.

Once the festival is over, the Shepherd will leave, but he'll never be far. Shepherds lost in the mist will hear his flute and follow it to be guided home. Lost sheep will be quietly returned and the herds will stay healty. Snarling wolves in the night will whine and flee, and there are whispers - quiet whispers of reverence mixed with fear - of how the hooves of black sheep can turn to claws, their teeth turn to fangs and their pupils turn to the vertical slits of a predator.

[lblackson19]

WOLF - short story poem

In the night we prowl, noses like bloodhounds & a feline stare. The birth of a werewolf. What are we looking for in this darkness anymore? I feel like a sheep in wolves skin when left to my own advisory on these walks. I wield but one weapon aside from my mental stamina for deep thoughts and reflection, a knife moulded from hard candy that tends to get sticky on my hands.  I can only think so much before  everything gets creepy & I start to run. 

The girl is trying to sleep, despite all that had happened tonight. She sleeps with a night light, odd for a girl her age. Twenty years she’s been burdened with a deeply settled fear of the darkness. I wonder why she drives herself so mad when she knows she has a hard time sleeping with the light on. Perhaps she is the most odd for thinking this night would bring any more promise of rest than the past moons. In the midst of her tossing and turning, a glimpse of the ceiling seems to have caught her attention. In the ceiling, hands are pressing down through the paint but can’t seem to break the barrier. She reached toward the ceilings arms before descending back into her own embrace. 

The girl got up this morning rather early but it seems she didn’t have the time to get ready. I swear she did, but time is not forgiving even to those of us grieving. She talks to the woman working in reception, but she is distracted by something behind me. There is a man trying to break his way through the wall in the hallway, is his goal the warmth of her alive body? if he keeps that up he’ll knock the bulletin board out of place, Does she not notice her reflection in the print to the left of him? Has she also not noticed the tears that have escaped her, they had covered their tracks well under the commotion from the unexpected visitor.  

The girl is most likely a magnet for the strange and unnerving. 

Instead of getting on the train home, she just kept walking. I think it is far too wet outside, she is unaffected by the downpour. There weren’t many lit up buildings left on her night prowl, but there was the church she walked into. She slumped down onto an old wooden pew and disappeared. 

There was nothing strange or unnerving happening in the church, nobody trying to free themself from the girls' walls. I almost forgot about the girl after a while in our shared stillness. I thought she may have been asleep but as I try to get a closer look it appears she is crying quietly. I can't be sure she’s aware she's all alone in this church, but she did open her phone to make a call. Whoever she is calling is not picking up. She clasps her hands in prayer, the phone is laying in her lap. A text message appears, after she reads the message she resumes her silent cry.  

How sad a sight, a young girl pleads for what she thinks is right. Her wings drenched in afterbirth, bursting from the back of her ribs as she asked me to die. Yearning to know why he would do such a thing like leaving her, like promising his return in the event of death. This story is as classical as the music is, with as much class as war has. She says the fresh air on her lungs feels nice.

Hey blog <3 I wrote a short story poem, I think underneath all the imagery and the metaphors or whatever, it's about a break up. Like a psychological thriller imagery thing about going through a break up. It's also up to your interpretation! I hope that makes sense, thanks 4 reading :D

xoxo

[arewordsenough]

Peter Hale - College of Whispers Bard

Most folk are happy to welcome a bard into their midst. Bards of the College of Whispers use this to their advantage. They appear to be like other bards, sharing news, singing songs, and telling tales to the audiences they gather. In truth, the College of Whispers teaches its students that they are wolves among sheep. These bards use their knowledge and magic to uncover secrets and turn them against others through extortion and threats.

Teen Wolf characters as D&D 5e subclasses (17/21)

[lilliths-not-just-httyd-blog]

RttE plays Minecraft but I'm still awake at 7:00 am from insomnia

Snotlout: Screams every time there is creeper

Ryker: Has amassed an army of wolves and is coming for your iron

Astrid: Has full iron on the first night somehow and is currently setting up defense systems against Ryker in her base

Tuffnut: Is making pixel art all over the server but is constantly getting distracted so there's just unfinished pixel art everywhere

Ruff: Making a cow torture pit

Fishlegs: Is on a seperate world on Peaceful mode because mobs are scary

Krogan: "Krogan drowned while trying to fight Drowned" keeps appearing in the chat log every five minutes because he wants a trident so bad and it's starting to become a running joke at this point

Hiccup: Is causing extreme server lag because of how many redstone farms he has operating at once

Viggo: Trying to set up a villager trading hall but the zombies are infecting all the villagers and he is just screaming "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT" over and over

Dagur: Is the one who fucked up Viggo's trading hall and is livestreaming the whole ordeal in a fit of laughter watching Viggo panic

Heather: Finishing Tuff's abandoned pixel art

Johann: Failing miserably to hack the server

Stoick: Is just never online

Gobber: Is on Fishlegs' world building a nice wheat farm and hanging out with the interesting pink sheep he found

Gruffnut: Banned for using x-ray mods

Gustav: Spawned the Wither at spawn like a dumbass

Mala: Trying to kill Viggo in the midst of all the chaos Dagur is causing

Atali: AFKing at the creeper farm because dear Thor she needs gunpowder for these firework rockets

Gothi: Has never played Minecraft but can somehow speak Enchanting Table

[random-xpressions]

Tell me, does the thorn hurt the rose or does the sting harm the bee or does the venom kill the serpent? None of that is true. The truth is that each one have been designed to withstand the nature and to survive. Life is never going to be a peaceful journey. There's definitely going to be predatory attacks that may cause your extinct. Rage, anger, cunningness need not be seen as evil per se. When there are dark forces in play, you may have to adopt greater darkness. You'll have to play by their rules. You have to make them dig their own graves. There's a reason why it is said war is deception. There's a reason why spying is allowed in a state of war. There's a reason why lying is allowed when it comes to confronting the enemies. Start seeing yourself in the larger picture. Stop fighting against your darkness and begin to embrace them by comprehending its reason of existence, to understand its purpose in the greater design of things. What better words could conclude this than the counsel found in Bible: "Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves."

Random Xpressions