#that if worship and devotion ever existed that it was in our hearts

[dragons1re]

What if I were an angel and you were a demon and we loved eachother so much it changed everything??

[appleblueberry-pie]

I need a guy that isn’t “I almost lose my mind when I’m with you” but actually does. Like get lost in the sauce of our love fr fr. Go crazy go stupid. On GOD I need a pet boyfriend 😔 a devoted, all worshipful, loyal servant. Like please bae glare at everyone.

Anyway- can we have some feral obsessed hcs for Yuuta, Gojo, and Geto? I have an actual obsession problem with uninterested reader so that’s the plot. Just a couple of besties with one who wants to not just be besties 🫶😔

ok lightwork.

Yuuta

Everyone you're close with gets in the crossfire.

He doesn't give a damn. If they know you, he knows about them with or without their consent. It's uncomfortable, the amount of information he knows about every single person that you know. If you have enough knowledge to remember at least one significant thing about them, he will find a way to find out who they are, where they life, how they know you and other important things. Like age, sex, where they work and live.

Will fight people. Just not in front of you because you don't deserve to see that. When you're not there, he will not be seen by anyone in the public eye. People that hit on him get ignored completely or told off in a very rude way.

When you give him attention? He's soaking up every single piece of it and even tries to pull so much more out of you. Worships your body, every single action you take, every word that leaves your lips and even just loves when you're just being. You being present is enough to send him over the edge. Period.

Gojo

No one else matters but you. Only you and him exist in his universe. Where you live, what you've done in your life and what you two plan to do together later in life are the only things that matter to him. Don't ever mention hypothetical scenarios where you and him break up because it will never ever fucking happen, don't even try it.

When someone breaks the space between the two of you, he will not hesitate to intimidate him. That american type of angry. Stare them down, size them up, back them into a corner type of pissed. Won't give a fuck. If he has to eradicate someone in front of everyone, so be it.

Loves to stare at you. You're all he sees. If you're mad at someone, don't worry. They'll be gone by the time you wake up tomorrow. Everything revolves around what you want, what you need, and what can become possible with him at your side.

Geto

Him and Yuuta are the most similar at what type of worship they bring to the table. Please. He will give you all of his body, time, soul, every damn thing. Just take it. He doesn't care. Have eeeevery piece of him.

Wake up and he's there asking what you need, and he's there at night cradling you to sleep. Hates taking you outside because of those monkeys surrounding you, ruining your personal bubble and stinking the air. It's so easy for you to calm him down when he gets riled up. Just the thought of you being taken away from him by a monkey just pisses him off to no end.

He loves seeing you with his girls. It really makes his heart light and his stomach bubble with happiness. You are everything he's ever hoped for. So strong, so smart, so caring and selfless. You deserve the sun and moon being put in your arms just to keep you happy.

You deserve everything. He'll find a way to get you everything you deserve and more. Just give him a little time to do so.

[thatnonameuser]

MC 🤝 Vil

Sabotaged by platonic yans

At least they'll have something to relate about in quiet moments during the VDC breaks; "you get type cast a lot? But it's always with this one other person? Nah. In this world? No such coincidences, he wants you so bad." ~ MC after being hardened by being in yanverse for too long.

Being a celebrity IS hard. In our world, you already have to deal with so much.. but in a world where obsession is normal? How crazy does it get? Vil would have so many platonic yanderes and even delusional yanderes that believes him to be their soulmate even if he's not a darling. (Same as Neige) So how would he (Vil )or you (author) go about this in the story? (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

Fame comes with a heavy price. All the prestige and wealth comes with terrible prices to pay. If you think darlings have it bad, they have it so much worse. They never, ever have privacy, there’s always someone watching even if you’re at the edge of the earth. 

Fans are deluded, either you’re the perfect angel that should never be hurt or you’re their one true love. 

The parasocial relationships are ramped up by a thousand. Every one screen “I love you” is printed out and placed in a shrine, recorded into asmr for them to fall asleep to and hear over and over till they meet face to face. 

Instead of seeking riches, paparazzi seek pictures for their shrines. To capture the famous in their cameras lenses, and then kiss, love and adore the photographs. They also steal what little they can take, strands of hair, anything their lips or fingers touch. 

Going in public without bodyguards or something to protect yourself is a terrible risk. So many celebrities are nearly kidnapped, some actually kidnapped, so the deluded can live out their fantasies. Of wedding arches, of families being born and made….

Word to the wise, never read or open your fan mail. Sometimes it’s something sweet like letters or poetry. But there’s also hearts carved from flesh, sometimes animals, sometimes human. Explosives, meant to kill the people whoever tries to steal the eye of their favored one.

Celebrity feuds usually shed blood. If they were bad in our world, smear campaigns and cancellation attempts grow to near murders and torture in the yandereverse. All news is good news doesn’t apply here. All bad news could lead to the most devoted and obsessed killing the celeb in their sadism and delusion. 

Every mildly invasive thing turns into something so much worse. 

If you’re a darling celebrity….then you’re loved all the more. Such innocence, such fragility. Meant to be loved and protected. And stolen away to be set on a pedestal. Their fans are extremely protective, willing to attack and kill whoever their romantic partner is, yandere or not, to protect that sweet innocence. 

Yandere celebrities have the luxury of more freedom. Their fans want to be snatched up, to be tormented and degraded, willing to do anything if it means they're with them. They’re completely obsessive, worshiping the ground the yanderes walk on. They stuck on the attachment, believing the yandere has an equal obsession for them, platonically or romantically.

(Vil has an entourage of incredibly obsessive followers. Rook is a primary example. They would gut themselves for the chance to meet eyes with him. Vil doesn't respond to anyone of his fanbase but Rook, mostly because he enjoys their friendship.)

And if they were a yandere once considered to be a darling, well that innocence is maintained and protective and obsessive mixes together. They’re protective over their innocence, and obsessed with their existence. What makes the good bad? What makes the fairy tale a real life fantasy? That’s the thought process that goes through the fans’ minds. It’s what enraptures them.

(Neige’s fans adore his innocence and are obsessed with his life. And, his fans would die for him. His interaction with them purposely stokes the fire. Only a fool would ever do that, but Neige isn’t a fool. It benefits him after all.)

Vil is used to his fan base. His father’s a famous actor, he’s seen the people in wedding dresses outside his house trying to marry his father. Then the frankly, unsettling gifts his security team went through when he was starting out. He avoids them almost at all cost, never goes out in public alone and if he does it’s disguised.

Neige. in the opposite end of the spectrum, doesn’t do what Vil does. With the exception of the disguises, because sometimes he wants some privacy. He answers every letter, hugs every fan. He doesn’t need to go out in public with protection because his fans practically kill anyone who touches him. 

Either way, both don't have the luxury of privacy. It's just their school's protections that let them live in relative peace for a while.

What a world celebrities live in…

[macsimagines]

can you do a kakucho babytrap please

YAAAAAAS ITS FIRST INSTINCT WITH THIS GUY

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW, BABY TRAPPING, DUBCON , Y/ngettingwrecked

Yandere!Kakucho (howtfdoeshenothavealastname)

You're everything. No, you don't understand; you're everything. The reason the sun rises and falls, the reason flowers will bloom, you're why music exists and why art has meaning and purpose. You are everything.

Kakucho loves hard and he loves DEEP, and you are caught in the ever crushing weight of it all, because HE LOVES YOU. He needs and worships you and he would do utmost anything for you.

You've accepted him as he is and have let him into the wonderful world that is you and now he can't leave, it would crush him. And the thought of you leaving? Would kill him.

Usually he takes your words like its gospel. Whatever you say is fact and unshakable to him. But for whatever reason... He can't stop the doubt. This never ending hell of his own mind that you're going to realize that you deserve so much more than him.

It's killing him, you even know his insecurities are consuming him and no matter how much you tell him that his devotion is equally reciprocated he knows there is no way.

Would you kill for him like he would for you? Would you burn cities to the ground like he would at your behest? All you have to do is ask and he'd do anything without a second thought, but how could he ever expect that same dedication?

So he starts getting...careless. Forgetting the condom, not pulling out, accidentally throwing out your birth control. He does it enough times that you don't think it's an accident... Its officially a pattern...

Tonight is no different... "B-baby!" you whine, tears falling while he just keeps you pulling you back down onto his cock, eyes focused where you two are connected almost entranced by it, "P-puh-pull out! N-not inside! You pr-promised!"

And suddenly he's growling, a sound that makes your heart stop and your pussy clench tighter because fuck- you love it when he gets scary, and he's flipped you so you're folded in half underneath him while he pistons into you like a man on a mission.

"I said I'd take care of it," he hisses, hips never losing momentum and hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave some bruises, "And I will, love. I'll take care of you, of us, our baby. Don't worry, lemme handle this."

You want to cry out what baby, but he's fucking you too dumb for you to think about anything other than the way he's absolutely bruising your cervix with every thrust, imprinting every inch and vein of his inside you.

When you cum its a wet mess, you're squirting out so much and he's not even stopping to let you breath, just shoving himself right back in your pussy where he belongs, and filling you up to the point that his cum is just too much, and there isn't enough room in you for all of it.

But today, Kakucho is mean. He's going to force you keep every single drop and not waste an ounce. "That's it. Good girl, take it all."

[foundheavenly]

“I've returned”

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice :)

Words: 750

Plot: You have been married to Sukuna for centuries until the moment you had find your end. But you're back, reincarnated in a different body, and it's now modern time.

Pairing: sukuna x reader

Theme: angst, comfort, worship, devotion, reincarnation

You had been his wife for years and even if Sukuna hadn't really liked you at the first place, looking down at you only as a pathetic and annoying human being, he had learned to get along with you. And with time, the king of curses had learned to love. You had find a way to get underneath his skin and cold attitude. At first, he even hated you for it. He never truly understood how you could do that.

But then you had died and he had been left lonely for the very first time. With your loss, he had become crueler than ever.

A century have passed and he is now back as the strongest curse, possessing the body of a teenager, Yuji Itadori. Sukuna just wants destruction and murder for Jujutsu Society. However, he wasn't ready to see you, in the crowded streets of Tokyo, reborn.

You have awaken in a world far different from the one you remembered. The air was different, the sounds unfamiliar, and the surroundings alien. As you gathered your bearings, you realized that you were in a new body, a vessel that felt both strange and yet strangely familiar. And you didn't know how it could even possible.

Memories from centuries past flooded your mind. You were once known as the queen of curses, and you had shared a love that transcended time and death with Sukuna. You had been inseparable, bound by a connection that defied the mortal coil. Until the day you met your end by the hands of one of the strongest sorcerer from your time.

But you had been given a second chance at life. As you navigated this new existence, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. It was then that the memories of Sukuna and your centuries-long bond resurfaced.

Driven by an inexplicable force, you sought him out. In this bustling city of skyscrapers and technology, you knew you had to find the one who had been left alone for so long. The one who had showed you unconditionnal love and devotion. Your heart, now beating in a mortal chest, quickened with anticipation. Because you could feel him around, his loneliness and rage echoed through the surroundings.

It didn't take long to sense his presence. Sukuna, the ancient being you had loved for eons, was still there. As the wind blew through your hair, you felt a strange yet strong sensation down your spine. You felt like someone was watching you. You looked around quickly and, to your surprise, it was him. You frowned as you became aware of this new, young body he was in, but you didn't care. You could feel it in the depths of your being. You felt an overwhelming sense of affection coming through. You wanted to rush to his side but you control yourself.

As your eyes met, recognition flickered in his red gaze. Time seemed to stand still as the weight of centuries bore down on you. There was a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and a spark of something deeper—something that transcended the boundaries of time.

He continued to stare at you, his expression unchanging as always. But you could feel it. He was relieved to have you back. Then he titled his head.

"Sukuna" You whispered as you were quite shocked, the name carrying the echoes of your past. "It's me. I've returned."

His eyes softened with a mix of emotions, and a slow, genuine smile spread across his face. The void of loneliness that had haunted him for so long began to dissipate. In that moment, you knew that your love, forged through centuries, had endured and would continue to defy the constraints of time.

A sly grin played on his lips as he looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. "My queen" He uttered, his voice a rich resonance that sent shivers down your spine. "Time may have changed our forms, but my devotion to you remains unchanged."

He extended a hand, and you took it without hesitation. As your fingers interlocked, the familiar warmth of his touch enveloped you and you couldn't be more relieved to have find your home again.

[canis4christ]

i have 2 christen dis blawg with plf shigaraki but i forgot how 2 put thoughts into txt after tumblr sabbatical buhhh give me a minute -_-;

yes, ok—

Shigaraki and his harem of beautiful little lambs who worship the ground he walks on because their grand commander is so brave, so smart; so handsome, so kind.

Following him around the mountain villa, hands intertwined, nervously mouthing locks of their hair and shushing each other’s giggle fits and excited whispers just to scamper off like skittish foals when he turns to see them all watching him from behind fluted columns and newly-erected statues that have been chiseled in his likeness.

Sitting together at assemblies (that feel to them closer to sermons), writing his name in their journals and sealing it with penciled hearts, doodling his noble features and tired eyes while they eagerly await what scant wisdom he’ll provide that day.

Embroidered emblems and flowers from the garden. Trinkets and cards that wish for him to ‘Get Well Soon’ and letters of reverence and gratitude that read more like billets-doux all neatly arranged in a small shrine outside his bedroom door.

'You’ve touched our hearts, and soon, very soon, we all hope to be wholly liberated, just as you are and always will be.'

Sometimes—not often, but certainly sometimes—one of them will muster up enough courage to approach him, trembling and stumbling over her words, offering clumsy praise or a hesitant question while the others look on nervously, jealously, from across the dining hall.

What remains of the now-defunct League of Villains finds their fixation on him amusing, if not entirely bewildering. Some find it so, though not all. Others find it uncomfortable, and when discussed at length and in confidence, they might even find it worrisome.

It’s a strangely warm welcome to give to a new age conqueror—an overnight man who doubles as the murderer of their foolhardy friends and family who tried to put an end to him and his. The blood on his hands hasn't even dried, and yet, he's revered as their champion, their savior. It's all grossly unnecessary, he thinks, but…

“—the girls have taken a shine to you especially.”

“Yeah, well… whatever. As long as they stay out of my way.”

not unappreciated.

He tried to brush it off at first, dismissing their devotion as naive. Pathetic, even.

What do they take me for? he wonders. Their savior? Some kind of second-rate messiah?

But the word he's looking for, the word he knows very well, is far less righteous, though it seems to stir something far greater in him than any spiritual designation ever could. That word is hero. And to him, to his soul—if such a thing exists—that word has always felt right.

Fear is something he understands, something he’s comfortable with. But being feared is a fleeting kind of control. With enough time and exposure, anyone, yes, even the weak, can rise above their paranoias and phobias, shake it off like stressed dogs after a tangle, and go about their miserable little lives in a kind of pseudo-peace—a kind of willful ignorance.

And that's what he wants is it not? To feel in control? Is that not what it means to be wholly liberated?

The word for what he wants doesn't come as easily as the word for what he is. Can't. Because what he wants is to be loved for reasons other than personal gain and psychological warfare, and you just don't know what you don't know. Can't.

He takes to the girls like a shepherd to his flock.

And they swarm him like flies.

Because it isn’t enough to just have his attention, not when any girl with lashes long enough to bat can get that much from him. And his hesitant smiles and awkward thank-yous feel closer to bread crumbs when you're starving for his touch and his grace.

There has to be more. You have to be more.

Special. Singular.

A sort of... cold war begins. The girls, still unified by their devotion to him, grow to resent one another. After all, does anybody really want to share? If it upsets your tummy to picture another girl holding his hand, and it breaks your heart to watch another lean too close and press her soft, pliant body against his firm one, can that be considered fair? Or is it just another line drawn in the sand? Separating the enslaved from the liberated.

How quickly chaste pecks on the cheek become desperate tongue kisses when emboldened by jealousy and competition.

Why present him with gifts when you yourself can be presented—expose your body to him, sell your soul, proffer your maidenhood to be claimed and conquered.

His inexperience with attention of this nature is evident in his hesitancy. The behavior isn't reciprocated, but… it isn't discouraged, not anymore, anyway. If anything, he's noticeably more submissive, paralyzed by what’s familiar—phantom touches, wanted-unwanted advances—succumbing to the whims of his nymphettes as they suckle his tongue and pet the tension from his muscles—neck to groin, chest and back, groin again. And again. And again.

Petting, rubbing, squeezing. Greedy for approval and exception. Greedy for him, for the pulse of his cock in hand, on tongue, down a painfully small throat that feels as good as it does wrong. Lusting for a glimpse of his sharp, princely face squished between plush thighs, his tongue and lips, without practice, dog-bowling whatever makes you squeal the loudest and suffocate him silent.

Brutish in approach. Fucking too quick and too hard. Sweating and humping, awkward and insistent. Groaning with every “I love you!” and tug at his powder-white roots, climaxing with promises of total destruction and salvation from false idols and hollowness.

And so, the former leader—now exalted as Grand Commander, as God—spends what little time he has left on this earth, indulging in what he's never had. Allowing himself to be swept up in affection and praise, believing it to be an exercise in control, when all he's done is all he's ever done—

given himself up.

[lycoryspreachin]

barty is a narcissist. is it surprising? prehaps not, but what it is is very telling of his behaviour and upbringing.

narcissistic personality disorder is of course a difficult thing to describe or analyse over such short and relatively lighthearted writing but i will attempt my best.

barty's character takes various forms of materialisation in my mind and subconscious, however, there are specific traits i never fail to assign him. he is insecure, with no sense of self, has dramatic delusions of grandiosity and out of all the people who viscerally hate him he does the most. if we consider this hypothesis, we are swiftly presented with the scaffolding of what we can imagine barty's childhood to have been. we can easily paint in our minds the crouch's family situation. in the center of the canvas is an unattentive man, careless for nothing but his own grand ambitions. on his right, is a sick but beautiful woman, who heart only beat for barty's own, whose life has been sold and whose future holds only despair. her present, however, lies between her frail and pale hands, her only son. around the gracious trio nothing but high grey walls with cloudy and mighty windows giving out on a large and empty, dull, green land. with no stable structure on which to climb, the lonely child grabs on the unsteady and burning one, his mother. I'm fairly certain barty hates her, so much that he can only ever love her. she the poison in his veins, threatening his life and she is the very organ keeping him alive. her death was the death of his soul, he was sure of it. it left him wondering whether climbing that shaky rock to avoid the flood was worth the fall once it yeld under the stream. it was a humiliation to be alive and he would do all he could to never feel shame ever again.

younger in order to not distress and unleash his mother’s distorted bursts of emotions, he learned to observe her every move, and then everyone every move, he grew paranoid, until he couldn’t trust anyone, until he couldn’t value people anymore, except for his harem of gods of course. he had a very simplistic view of people, you were either absolute scum or absolutely divine and his view of himself often fluctuated between the former and the latter. he lies, he deceives, and he wants, he wants to be seen and heard and considered. he preys on those around him, and he will catch them because he always succeeds in everything he does.

the way he grew up greatly shaped him, or rather, his identity was never shaped due to it. he doesn't exist, he isn't anything and i would go as far as saying he views himself as dead. he devotes his life to the worship of gods he sees around. the god of knowledge, of beauty, of evil and voldemort ( maybe he saw him as the manifestation of all of the deities he followed for so long ). he had gone mad, and maybe he allowed himself to go mad, to be liberated and exist, freely, shamelessly, boundlessly. he sacrificed a life for eternity, an entire existence for a unique remembrance.

and i think within the context of his life he is somewhat dearly and betwitchingly admirable

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Devotional Hours Within the Bible by J.R. Miller

Some Laws of the Kingdom (Matthew 5:17-26, Matthew 5:38-48)

We are not to think of Christianity as a new religion, distinct from that of the Old Testament. Rather, the one is a development from the other. Jesus was careful to say, “I came not to destroy but to fulfill .” Then He added, “Truly I say unto you, until heaven and earth pass away, not one jot or one tittle shall pass away from the law, until all things be accomplished.”

This is the law of all life. No particle of matter is ever destroyed. It form may be changed but nothing of it passes out of existence. A log of wood may be burned in the fire but it is not destroyed. Some of it lies in ashes and some of it escapes into the air in the form of smoke and steam and chemical elements but not a jot or a tittle of the wood has been destroyed. All the wisdom of the ages still exists in the world. The songs men have sung, the words they have spoken, are living in the hearts and lives of our race. Our age is the inheritor of all past ages. Christianity holds all that was good and true and beautiful in Judaism. Jesus destroyed nothing of the religion of Moses. He was the fulfillment of all the prophecies. What went before Him was blossom ; in Him the fruit appeared. The blossom was not destroyed it only fell off because it had fulfilled its purpose.

The Old Testament is not antiquated and outgrown. It, too, is the Word of God. Wherever we find Divine truth we are to accept it. Of course, there is a difference in the relative importance of Scripture words there are least and there are greatest commandments but he who breaks the least has grieved God and sinned against Him. He who obeys every Word of God, however small it may seem has lifted himself up in the rank of God’s children.

The Sermon on the Mount teaches the spirituality of all true obedience. The scribes and Pharisees were great sticklers for the letter of the law but they went little farther. They missed its spirit. They interpreted “You shall not kill” literally as condemning murder but they did not think of applying it to murderous thoughts. Jesus spoke startlingly, “But I say unto you, that every one who is angry with his brother shall be in danger of the judgment.” That is, anger is murder. So serious is this interpretation of the law, that Jesus says we cannot truly worship God while we have bitterness dwelling in our heart. Hatred must give place to love, when we stand before God. If we have wronged another, and the hour of prayer comes with the wronged yet unrighted we must stop before the altar, interrupting our worship until we have gone to the one we have wronged and confessed and been forgiven. Perhaps we do not always think how serious an offense to God an unforgiving spirit is. Quarreling is not only ethically unlovely; it is also wickedly and spiritually evil.

Acts are bad but thoughts are taken note of, in the presence of God. There is sin in a lustful look as well as in an unchaste act. Our thoughts have moral quality. Jesus enters into particulars and names certain sins which His disciples should carefully avoid. The Christian life should be without spot or blemish. One lesson He taught, was reverence in speech. “I say unto you, Swear not at all.” He does not refer to oaths taken in the courts of law but to profanity in speech. There is much irreverence in the conversation of many people in our day. Those who indulge in it often do it almost unconsciously. Some people far too many are recklessly profane. The profanity one hears in many places, even from the mouths of boys, is shocking. But there are any who think they never use profanity, whose speech is full of such forms of oaths as Jesus here refers to. We need to guard against every form of profanity in our speech, however veiled it may be.

“Hallowed by Your name,” we say in the Lord’s Prayer; we should be careful that God’s name is always hallowed in our thought and in our conversation also, that it is never used lightly or irreverently.

Jesus made a plea also for simplicity of speech. “Simply let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes,’ and your ‘No,’ ‘No’; anything beyond this comes from the evil one.” There is a common tendency to exaggeration and over - emphasis in speech. Many people always try to say things in a strong and emphatic way. They are not content to say yes or no and stop with that. They rarely tell anything precisely according to the bare facts but color even the most common happenings. It would be a great deal better if we would learn to use simple words, without exaggeration of any kind. Someone says, “The more swearing, the more lying.” It would be well if we would remember that in speaking we are always overheard by One to whom the least shade of dishonesty is repulsive, and who is grieved by any profanity .

It was the custom in the old days to return evil for evil, hurt for hurt, injury for injury. “An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth,” was the law. It is the common law yet with too many people. Our hearts urge us to seek revenge, and forgiving injuries is not natural with us. It is a law of the kingdom of heaven, which we are slow in learning. Even many who call themselves Christians, claim that they have a right to return evil for evil. A person who returns kindness for unkindness, who does an obliging act for one that was disobliging, is not commended as a manly man. The almost universal feeling, is that an offense must be retaliated. But that is not the way Jesus teaches us to do, when we have been wronged. “I say unto you, resist not him that is evil: but whoever smites you on your right cheek, turn to him the other also.” We are to endure wrong patiently. We are to forgive those who have injured us.

This is one of the hardest lessons we have to learn in becoming Christians, and in the cultivation of the Christian graces. It is hard when others treat us unjustly, to keep on loving them and to be ready any moment to do them good. Yet that is what Jesus did, and He wants us to be like Him. He suffered wrongfully, and went on loving. He taught that we should forgive those who have injured us. When one of His disciples asked Him how often they should forgive others, and suggested seven times as a fair number; Jesus told him that not seven times but seventy times seven, they should forgive. That is, they should never cease to forgive.

The word of Jesus which tell us that when one compels us to go a mile with him to show him the way and give him help on his journey we should go two miles, is suggestive of the spirit of all true Christian life. Some people do the best they possibly can do for others. They try to carry out the teaching of love in a very literal fashion. But they never go an inch farther than they are required to go; they never pay a penny more than the law demands. Jesus said, however, that we should cultivate this two - mile religion, doing more than we are expected to do, going father in helping others than we are required to go. Love should always abound in us. We are never to measure and calculate our kindness to others, giving just so much and no more. Generosity is to be the law of all our life. Anybody can go one mile with another but we are to do more than others and go two miles.

The law of love to neighbors was taught in the Old Testament but like other Divine teachings which were not easy, the people made their own glosses over the Divine Commandment, changing the sense to suit their own nature feelings. They interpreted this ancient law thus, “You shall love your neighbor, and hate your enemy.” They defined neighbors to include only certain pleasant, congenial people, people who were kind to them, people whom they liked. Jesus taught a higher law. “But I say unto you, Love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you.” According to His teaching, our neighbor is anyone who needs our help.

The parable of the Good Samaritan was Christ’s own illustration and explanation of the meaning of the commandment to love our neighbor. It was a Jew who was hurt, and lay bleeding by the roadside. It was a hated and despised Samaritan who proved neighbor to him, stopping on his way, at much cost to his own interests, caring for the man, nursing him, and providing a place in which he might recover. No matter who it may be that needs any help ministry or comfort from us we are not to ask about his nationality, whether he has been a good friend to us in the past, or not, or whether he belongs to our set we are to help him, because he is ‘our neighbor’.

The Divine example is referred to in enforcing the lesson. God is kind to the sinner as well as to the righteous man. “He makes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the just and the unjust.” When He finds anyone in distress, He does not ask who he is. He imparts blessing to all alike. Since God is patient with those who wrong Him and neglect Him, if we are God’s children we must show the same spirit.

The Master thus sets the highest standard for His followers. It is not enough for them to be as good as other people are they must be better. “And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that?” was His question. Anybody can love those that love him. Anybody will greet those who greet him graciously. The Christian is to do more. “You therefore shall be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” We should keep before us always the question, “ What are you doing more than others ?”

Christian boys among their friends must not be content to live as the world’s boys do they must do more than they do, they must be better than they are. The Christian carpenter must do his work better than the carpenter who does not know Christ and follow Him. The Christian girl must be more gentle, more patient, more thoughtful, and more unselfish, more kind, than worldly girls are, because she belongs to Christ. In all life’s affairs, we must remember that having given ourselves to Christ, there rests upon us an obligation for a more beautiful life, for nobler service, for sweeter living, for larger usefulness, for Christ like helpfulness, because we represent our Master, and are called to be perfect, even as our Father in heaven is perfect.

[asma-al-husna]

Allah calls Himself Al-Baseer— The All-Seeing, The All-Perceiving, The All-Comprehending — on 42 occasions in the Quran. He is the One whose perfect sight encompasses the whole creation. Al-Baseer has insight into all things and Who perceives every detail, every state of existence, and every circumstance!

The All-and-Ever-Seeing, The Comprehending

Baseer comes from the root baa-saad-raa, which points to four main meanings. The first main meaning is to see or notice, and the second to understand. The third main meaning is to have insight or to perceive, and the fourth is to be precisely aware.

This root appears 148 times in the Quran in 10 derived forms. Examples of these forms are al-absaaru (the eyes), al-basaru (the vision), mubsiratan (visible) and absara (sees).

Linguistically, baseer is on the structure of intensification. Al-Baseer refers to the perfection and the totality of Allah’s seeing, which cannot be compared with the seeing of any other created being.

Al-Baseer Himself says: Indeed, He is the Hearing, the Seeing. [Quran, 17:1] . . . There is nothing like unto Him, and He is the Hearing, the Seeing [Quran, 42:11] . . . And Allah judges with truth, while those they invoke besides Him judge not with anything. Indeed, Allah— He is the Hearing, the Seeing. [Quran, 40:20]

Supervision in worship and worldly affairs

An employee will most likely work harder when his manager is watching him; how much stronger is the effect when we know we are being watched by our creator? When we engage in our worldly affairs, like our job or our interactions with others, we should be aware that there is much more at stake than just the supervision of our boss or even our parents. Al-Baseer loves for the believer to do the best in every work we do, and He will recompense us in the Hereafter far beyond whatever worldly profit we might earn.

This is why the Prophet told us about the formula to live by: Allah loves that when you engage in some work, you do so with proficiency. [al-Bayhaqee] This inspires us to engage in our work with honesty and integrity and this is the best quality assurance for everything a believer does in this world.

How Can You Live by This Name?

1. Watch your deeds!

How many times have you watched your deeds when certain people were around? As a Muslim one of your tasks is to mind the acts of your limbs and your heart anytime, anywhere, and in any company. A practical tip is to imagine yourself being watched by a camera which follows you 24/7, whether you are with people or all alone. The sight of Al-Baseer cannot be topped by a hundred million cameras.

2. Trust in Al-Baseer at all times.

He sees every obstacle and sorrow you face and everything others do to you, He is the Only One Who only gives you what is good for you at all times. Therefore submit and put all your trust in Him only. Al-Baseer says: And put your trust in the Mighty, the Merciful, who sees you when you stand up (to pray) and your bowing in prostration with those who bow down. [Quran 26: 217-219]

3. Strive for quality.

Knowing that Allah sees everything you do encourages you to be more devoted in your worship, more righteous in your deeds, and kinder to others. This is why Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said: Excellence in faith is to worship your Lord as if you see Him, and though You do not see Him, know that He sees you. [Al-Bukharee, Muslim] Strive for ehsaan (excellence) in every act you do.

4. Persevere.

Al-Baseer reassured the Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him and says: So wait patiently for your Lord’s decree, for surely you are in Our sight. [Quran, 52: 48] Isn’t it the most comfortable and reassuring feeling for your heart knowing as a believer Your Lord is so close to you and sees and hears everything you go through? When others do injustice to you and no one seems to notice, take strength from the fact that Al-Baseer is seeing them and will recompense them.

5. Believe in the decree of Al-Baseer.

Whenever Allah creates something, grants something, gives life, causes death, guides someone, or allows someone to stray, it is in accordance with His wisdom, His perfect knowledge, and His complete vision that nothing can escape.

Jihaad is ordained for you (Muslims) though you dislike it, and it may be that you dislike a thing which is good for you and that you like a thing which is bad for you. Allah knows but you do not know. [Quran, 2:216] Al-Baseer observes how you respond to His ayaat. Believe that everything Al-Baseer does is a complete tailor-made test for you and only for your own good, even though you might not like it.

6. Seek refuge in Al-Baseer.

Knowing that Allah is the All-Seeing protects the believer from committing sins. Since Allah ‘azza wa jall is taking account of everything we do, there is no escape from Him except to seek refuge with Him. Use the isti’aadhah (saying: a’oodhu billaahi minash-shaytaanir rajeem) a lot in your daily life, in times of anger, fear, and despair.

7. Ask Al-Baseer to bless your sight.

Allah Al-Baseer loves those who use the abilities He gave them for His sake. Did Allah give you eyes to look at forbidden things or to work in unpermitted business? Did He give you the blessing of understanding and having insight, like when you study, for you to be lazy and not care? Ask Him to help you to use your sight and insight only for things pleasing to Him.

8. Make dua to Al-Baseer abundantly.

Al-Baseer sees every hardship you face, so invoke Him and supplicate to Him. Remember at all times; the fact that you are able to make sujood and even say Yaa Allah is a blessing that surpasses all others.

O Allah, Al-Baseer, we know You see every move we make. Aid us to watch our deeds and use our sight and insight for Your sake only, and make us grateful for the blessings of our senses. Protect us from bad deeds, and support us in doing everything we do, in worship and worldly affairs, with excellence, ameen!

And Allah knows best.

[sadistmusings9]

🖤Here's your Dom review, darling!!!🖤

I'm not good at this sort of thing, but here we go!!

☾✟★🧛🦇★✟☾☾✟★🧛🦇★✟☾☾✟★🧛🦇★✟☾☾✟★🧛🦇★✟☾

First Impression?

At first, I thought you were going to be a very sadistic man with a considerable god complex. I saw you as more of a Master than a traditional dom, but your words had very sweet and caring undertones. After talking to you briefly, I found your words lovely and alluring. Every sentence was carefully thought out and made me feel like I was writing to a man from another time.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓

Trust. Was there trust and respect?:

Trust and respect were two things I never had to ask for or wonder if I had. You were always very considerate of my boundaries, limits, and desires. And you trusted me, and I trusted you.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓

Do you feel I earned your submission, or was it more casual?:

I never felt like it was casual or submission was something earned. It never felt like we were working toward a dynamic. It just flowed naturally. Trust was built slowly over time. Nothing ever felt casual, and submission wasn't at the forefront of the relationship we were building together.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓

Did you learn anything?:

I learned how kind and caring even a sadist could be. One who could want to do such intense things and pain but still feel remorse and a need to deeply care for me. I never felt like a slave or submissive. I always felt beside you, even if I chose to be beneath you. You changed the way I saw being a slave to someone could be. Something I'm immensely thankful for. I never felt like I was "serving" or "worshipping" because it always felt like us at the end of the day.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓

Highlights?

Highlights would never do justice to such an incredible man. But if there was anything I could take with me after our time together, I would just say this: I never felt pressured or discomforted.

I learned not to be ashamed to ask for the things I desired and not see them for the pain they were. Asking to be hurt didn't have to be from wanting to feel pain, but it could be something more.

You reminded me that someone is always there to care for me, not just for my pleasure. You reminded me that we're never moving at anyone's pace but my own, and if it meant stopping to look at the scenery together, you'd be just as happy to stop there with me for a while.

But more than any act of devotion or guidance we ever had, I learned that the kind of love I wanted was out there. Someone who spoke to me words of love like they were poetry. Who made me feel like the yearning and the type of love you read about in books or see in movies does, in fact, exist. Who made me want to know what eternity with someone could be like and help me learn to get rid of some of the darkness I keep in my heart.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓

Improvements

While I can hardly find anything but perfection in you, my only feedback would be to have no fear. A creature of the night has fangs for a reason, and it's okay to drink a little blood every once in a while. You shouldn't be shy about your wants and desires either; they're exciting, and I always love hearing about them. How could you do better? Be you! Because that is the man I fell for without ever realizing I was already ready to be at his feet long before.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓

I am truly honored to have been so lucky to experience your ownership and love. You've changed me, darling, for the better. You are everything I could ever ask for, certainly always worthy of worship and devotion, Master.

Love always, Mon Cher,

🖤Dark Heart🖤

This was my idea and yet I still have no idea how to respond to these amazing reviews. Thank you for contributing and allowing me to hopefully grow better as a Dom.

Also such amazing work with the emojis!

[pitaficionado]

Pit Worship III

For most of the following week, I found myself in an inner struggle that would not abate. Each time I thought of Thursday getting closer, my resolve wavered; I wondered if I would actually go through with it again or if last week’s encounter would stay a one-time indulgence. My phone seemed to burn in my pocket, his number saved but untouched, a silent invitation waiting to be answered.

When I was with my husband, things felt different than before. Even as I tried to stay present, flashes of last Thursday would creep in—the roughness of the stud's voice, the thrill of his touch, the tension of those forbidden moments. Guilt mingled with excitement, creating an odd mix of emotions I couldn’t shake. I wanted to reconnect with my husband, to feel that closeness we’d shared for so long, yet my mind kept drifting, my body still feeling the lingering effects of the secret I carried.

Ironically, my lovemaking with my husband became more intense than ever. Every touch, every kiss felt heightened, as my mind kept drifting back to the stud’s scent, the raw power of his body, and the thrill of being with him. It was as if that forbidden memory fueled my passion, igniting something primal within me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. My husband must have noticed, responding to the newfound intensity, pulling me closer, matching the urgency I couldn’t contain. Yet, as much as I was physically with him, my mind couldn’t help but return to the intoxicating memory of the stud’s pits, his scent lingering in my senses like a hidden secret. I wondered if my husband could sense the distraction, or if he simply thought this was a new spark between us. Either way, I was caught in a web of desire and deception, balancing on the edge between two worlds that felt both thrilling and dangerous.

In those moments of intimate disconnection, my resolve to quench my thirst for the stud grew more resolute. Each time I tried to redirect the passion I felt toward my husband, the contrast between our encounters became painfully clear. The thrill of the stud’s scent, the raw energy of his presence, and the excitement of our secret rendezvous filled my thoughts, igniting a longing I couldn’t ignore. The frustration of unreciprocated desires left me restless, stirring a deeper craving for what I had briefly tasted and desperately wanted to explore further.

On Wednesday night, I stared at my reflection, questioning whether I was ready to cross that line again. In the end, desire won over doubt. I found myself texting him, confirming the time for the next morning. His reply was instant, short and direct, a simple "See you then." The routine of anticipation returned with even greater intensity, knowing what to expect this time—and craving it all the more. By the time Thursday morning arrived, I was ready, anticipation electrifying every nerve. As I waited for him to arrive, the thrill of it all heightened, and I knew that, for better or worse, this secret part of my life was just beginning.

After that second meeting, I quickly surrendered to my desire for the stud and his pits. I coveted every session I could schedule with him, eager to consume every bit of his scent and musk. With every meeting, I felt like he was pulling me deeper into his orbit, the gravity of his presence becoming impossible to resist. While our first couple of encounters had been solely devoted to the intoxicating pleasure of his pits, it wasn’t long before he began introducing me to other practices that expanded the boundaries of my desires. He would casually suggest new things, teasingly guiding me to explore sensations that made my heart race and my cheeks flush. Each time I surrendered to his suggestions, I felt a mix of exhilaration and trepidation; it was as if he was unlocking parts of me I hadn’t known existed.

When the stud casually floated the idea of fucking me in our married bed, I hardly hesitated. His words hung in the air, electrifying the moment, and I was so deeply buried in the crevice of his pits that the suggestion felt like an irresistible command. The scent enveloped me, intoxicating and primal, and in that vulnerable state, my mind raced with possibilities. The thrill of breaking boundaries, of taking this secret to a place that was so intimately mine, sent shivers down my spine.

There was something both exhilarating and dangerous about the notion, a rush that amplified the connection between us. I could almost envision the contrast of his powerful form against the soft sheets of my bed, a collision of worlds that heightened my desire. In that moment, I surrendered completely, swept away by the excitement of what lay ahead, ready to embrace the thrill of living out my fantasies in the most forbidden of settings. It felt like a line had been crossed, and I was eager to see just how far we would go.

After his tantalizing suggestion, the atmosphere between us shifted, thick with unspoken possibilities. I could feel my pulse quicken, heart racing as I considered the audacity of it all. I took a deep breath, inhaling his intoxicating scent once more, letting it fuel my excitement. In a moment of boldness, I nodded, my voice barely a whisper as I replied, “Let’s do it.”

Once we were in the bedroom, the stud wasted no time, pinning me to the bed, his strong hands gripping my wrists as he held me in place. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the palpable energy making my heart race even faster. He leaned in closer, and I was overwhelmed by the scent of his skin—the heady aroma of his sweat mixed with the lingering notes of his cologne, sending waves of desire coursing through me.

He took his time, teasing me as he moved in and out, ensuring that I was fully aware of every sensation. I felt myself becoming increasingly lost in the moment, every thrust igniting a fire within me. But it was when he shifted his position, raising his arms to flex his biceps that I felt completely undone. The sight of his muscular pits, glistening with sweat, drew me in, consuming my senses. The warmth enveloped me, and I instinctively leaned forward, burying my face deep into the recesses of his pits, inhaling that intoxicating scent that had become my obsession.

For what felt like an eternity, he alternated between powerful thrusts and teasing moments, guiding me to the edge repeatedly. Each time I felt myself getting close, he would flex, showcasing those beautiful pits, coaxing me to surrender completely. The way he dominated the moment, balancing pleasure with teasing restraint, was exhilarating. I felt myself spiraling deeper into bliss, the combination of his strength and scent sending me into a frenzy.

As the climax built within me, I lost track of time, completely absorbed in the experience. The world outside ceased to exist; all that mattered was the intoxicating blend of physical pleasure and the raw, heady aroma of his body. Each moment was a thrilling dance between domination and surrender.

[grimmswan]

Love Bites (But So Do I) part 2

For Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 23

Once Upon a Time : Captain Swan : Supernatural Steampunk AU

“This situation seems dodgy to me.” Killian observed, looking over the file. “These attacks seem too well planned. Too calculated. The residents, as well as the staff, were never in the house during an attack.”

Emma agreed with her partner.

“The beast destroys the door getting inside the home. Overturns and breaks several pieces of furniture. But is careful opening up cabinets?” She looked at Killian. “When we’ve had to force our way into places, you’ve never needed to splinter the entryway door. It’s like this beast is going out of its way to prove its wild and violent.”

Sensing there was more to this case than simply a werewolf on a rampage, the two thought it wise to go undercover.

By blending in and mingling with the types of people who were targeted, they hoped to discover the truth about the thefts.

But first, they needed to visit a friend who would fit them out with reinforced armor.

Love Bites

“I think you’ll like this.” August, the second finest craftsman in the city, held up a sleeve made up of copper and leather. “It will fit over your arm when you’re in your wolf form. This will give you an advantage over any opponent.”

The leathers would do well to protect Killian from an attack.

Sliding it on, Killian shifted, getting a feel of the fit.

“You look incredibly sexy.” Emma purred, running her hands over his leathers and chest. “You should wear these at home. We can break them in.”

“Not just yet, you two.” August said with a laugh. “We need to make a few more adjustments for the fittings to be perfect. The last thing we want is your armor slipping off during a fight.”

While Killian dealt with his armor, Emma looked around the shop

“Is the werewolf your lover?” Geppetto, August’s father, and the one who taught the second best craftsman everything he knew, asked.

“He is my mate. My husband. My partner in all of the ways that matter.”

“He will be eternally devoted to you. If you should ever take another lover, he would likely go insane, and become savage. He exists solely for you, now. If you grow tired of him, it would be better to kill him, than break his heart. I would advise caution.”

“I’m not foolish enough to ruin my own happiness. I know what I have. And I know I would never find anything better. Anyone who tries to come between my beloved and I should be the one to take caution.”

“No one will take you from me.” Killian growled, coming up behind Emma and wrapping her in his arms. “I have lost too much. I won’t lose you.” He buried his face into her hair, deeply inhaling her scent, seeking comfort.

She lifted her hand and stroked the side of his face. Turning her head toward him, she looked at him in adoration. “My beloved beast. We will destroy whomever is foolish enough to try to come between us.”

They paid the craftsmen for the items, then said their goodbyes. Eager to return home.

Love Bites

Emma sighed happily as she laid naked on the bed. Her lover, in his wolf form, hovered above her with blatant hunger in his eyes.

She widened her legs and stretched out her form, placing her hands above her head, allowing her lover full access to her body.

He licked a long stripe up her body. Starting between her legs and moving over her stomach and breasts.

"Oh Killian," she moaned, "I love your tongue."

That seemed to encourage him to continue licking her.

She loved getting him riled up, so that he would pounce on her and ravage her.

She also loved it when he would take his time and worship her body with his eyes, hands, and tongue.

Emma discovered that the werewolf’s libido increased with the approach of the full moon. Though there was never a night where Killian didn’t want her, he always needed her the week before and the week after a full moon. In the days surrounding the slimmest moon phases, he was not as desperate to have her and Emma was able to play with and tease him for much longer.

There were times he would not be able to control himself. His desire for her would cloud his judgment, making everything disappear save for the urge to press himself to Emma.

She had to laugh at times when she would be doing something as simple as taking a dust rag to a high reaching shelf. Just as she had stretched out her body, Killian would be right behind her, rubbing his prominent organ against her ass.

“Emma” He would groan. Panting heavily as he tore their clothes from their bodies.

Sometimes he would simply wrap his arms around her and hold her to him as he thrust into her. Other times he would carry her somewhere, so he could have more leverage.

Emma was certain that if she hadn’t been a vampire, she would have horrendous bruises all over her body from her werewolf lover.

She could honestly say she had never been happier in all of her existence. Every moment was filled with joy, and immense pleasure.

Well,,,almost.

The one thorn in her side was her ex, and sire, Neal.

They had only known each other a few months when he had turned her.

She had not consented to being turned. He had done it without her permission or informing her.

His motive? He had wanted to keep her young and beautiful forever.

He had assumed that she would stay with him. He had believed that she would be dependent on him.

He had been severely mistaken.

As a human, Emma had always been independent and resourceful. Being turned into a vampire did not change that.

It had not taken her long to figure out everything she needed to.

She had encountered another female vampire who had helped her adjust to her new existence.

Emma was in a junkyard, destroying everything as a way of stress relief.

The two had gotten to talking, and soon Emma had obtained a job dealing with nuisance to society.

Neal hadn’t liked it. Had repeatedly demanded that she quit, and return to him. That she owed him for the eternal life he had given her.

She had repeatedly told him that she wanted nothing to do with him. That she owed him nothing, except for a great deal of pain if he continued to bother her.

Neal had been especially livid when he discovered that she had been partnered up with a werewolf.

He had stormed into Nemo’s office, demanding that he fire Emma.

“As Emma’s sire, I have authority over her.” He stood as straight as possible to make himself appear taller.

He was still much shorter than the water demon.

“You have no power or authority over anyone. Even if I thought there was merit to your concern, I certainly wouldn’t dismiss the lady without reason. Sires only have influence over their progeny if the progeny has feelings for their sire. The laws of the vampires, and of the supernatural council make it clear; if Emma doesn’t want you in her life, then you won’t be in it.”

Neal was forced to leave. Obviously seething with anger.

He regretted turning Emma.

The strength of the mind, will, and spirit often lended to a vampire’s powers.

So though Emma was younger than Neal, she was stronger, faster, and more agile.

To put it simply, she was a more powerful vampire.

If he had kept her human, he would have had the advantage.

But he had feared her losing her beauty.

And now he had lost her.

But he vowed that he would find a way to make Emma obedient to him. 

And kill her werewolf lover.

He often said so right in front of them both.

Usually right before he ran away.

He was no match for Killian or Emma separately. Facing them together would be certain death for him.

They didn’t see Neal as a threat. But they also didn’t put it past him to find something that he could use to gain an advantage.

@cssns

[heyits-milo]

my film teacher rejected my short film idea because it was "unrealistic" so here's the poem that was supposed to be narration for it :D / TW: incel man talking

Dear Cynthia 

A summer's day cannot compare to what I feel around you, a day without your shining presence would throw my world askew. 

A simple glance in my direction can brighten up my day, like a bouquet of roses you're perfect in every way. 

Like petals floating in a bright blue sky, like the vast constellations that swim within your eyes. like birds coming to perch on an old oak tree, oh cynthia my cynthia you were made for me 

You look as if you walked right out of an ethereal dream, an angel sent from heaven who I think about per diem. 

Your beauty knows no bounds, it captivates my every move, my love for you is endless, in my heart is a you shaped groove

You and i are the salt and the sea, the sun and the sky, the flower and the bee

Forever and ever you and me shall be, I love you Cynthia, you were made for me.

Dear Cynthia

You're as beautiful as a meadow, underneath scorching rays, I seek for your everlasting approval, I collapse underneath your praise.

Your presence brings me warmth, like sitting by a hearth. You deserve my everything, your the deity of my earth

A princess you are, proper and prim, and when you smile, oh your smile, the heavens sing a hymn

“How did you get such beauty” everyone shall plea, oh cynthia my cynthia you were made for me 

Like flowers in a field, reeds in a pond, nothing can compare to you, I'd say I'm rather fond.

You an idol, a god, immortal, divine, your existence could spread joy across the entire world, i cant believe your mine.

You and I are the clouds and the rain, red and blue, love and pain.

An intertwined existence of which we can't flee, I love you Cynthia, you were made for me

Dear Cynthia

My love for you was inevitable, displayed within the stars, like Romeo and Juliet, a light of which is ours.

I will never let go of you, forever hold you in my arms, i'm your most devoted follower, i have fallen for all your charms.

You're a goddess, gorgeous, exquisite, sublime, I worship your existence, to not would be a crime.

The world is a cage but with you i'm free, oh cynthia my cynthia you were made for me.

Your eyes tell me you'll love me everyday, no matter what may come you'll be there to stay. 

Yet your action speak more, you leave me alone, ill do anything to please you, anything to be known

You and I are black and white, yin and yang, day and night.

A pair made in heaven we shall be, i love you cynthia you were made for me

Dear Cynthia

Today I saw you cry, I hate to witness the pain you face. I think I'd rather die.

But i'm quick to comfort you, provide what you need, but would you do the same for me, i think you'd let me bleed.

I deserve to feel your admiration, your devotion, your love. Yet you use me like an item, something akin to a lowly glove. 

I'd give my everything to you, my heart, my glee, oh cynthia, my cynthia you were made for me.

Each day without you by my side is a devastating curse, each day you pull away from me will only make it worse. 

I long to gaze at your beauty, to bask in your glow, i will follow you until you end of the earth, you with me in tow

You and I are a cat and a mouse, a shark and a fish, an owl and a grouse

Forever and ever you and me shall be, I love you Cynthia, you were made for me.

Dear cynthia

Why must your betray our love and leave me all alone, without me you are nothing, for your sins you must atone

My love for you was endless as large as the sky, yet yours was clearly fickle, you stung me out to dry.

I gave you my everything yet nothing was returned, I deserve to feel your love, it's exactly what I earned.

I will never not be with you, I don't care about your pleas, oh cynthia, my cynthia you were made for me.

You say you're not ready, that you'd prefer me as a friend. But I am deserving of the role, I'm kinder than other men.

They won't treat you like you need, a queen on a golden throne. My love for you will not desolive it's ingrained within my bones.

You and I are like destiny and fate, a dog and its master, fish and bait.

Despite what you say were destined to be, I love you Cynthia, you were made for me.

[dittydipity]

just finished my pla replay and volo makes me giggle and kick my feet. he is so unwell <3

Ever since I became convinced that Arceus really does exist, there has been one question that consumed my thoughts... How can I meet such a being myself? It was in an attempt to answer this question that I originally sought out Giratina and had it tear open that rift in space and time... After all, Giratina wished to stand against Arceus.

you summoned the devil to your side so you could strike god down together. you know within yourself despite all your self-righteousness and haughtiness that you could never hope to rise to divinity and so you plan and you scheme all this to bring it down to your level.

Why? How?! I've devoted myself to Arceus beyond any other! I worshiped it as the creator of our entire world! I bent all of my passion and interest to its study! All the time I've spent poring over the legends… Everything that I've done—! You outsider! It's almost as if you were spat out of the space-time rift just to get in my way!

and your efforts go unheard. how does it feel to have the only acknowledgement you receive from the deity you so worship be to obstruct your wishes. and by proxy.

How? How could this happen?! Almighty Arceus, if you have any heart within you, then tell me… The blood of the ancient Sinnoh people flows in my veins, does it not?! What is it, then, that you find so lacking in me?!

so now you turn to implore the higher beings once again? your prayers from before may have been answered by the wrong god and that was their mistake. but now even if they are listening, they will not hear you from your place in hell. and that is your mistake.

... and then the azure flute appears in the player's hands right in front of volo gahieojlfaksldg arceus hates his ass SO much volo convinced himself that he was abandoned by arceus and in doing so created the self-fulfilling prophecy

he is simultaneously god's favorite and least favorite plaything frrrr

[feedingtheflockministry]

Living and Dying

By Danny Saavedra

What an interesting dichotomy of thoughts the apostle Paul presents in Philippians 1! First, we’re told that Paul is in prison, but he’s joyful about it because his chains have served to advance the gospel. Then, in verses 18–26, Paul breaks down his thought process concerning his own life. He says that all of this has worked out for his deliverance, giving him “sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death.”

Translation? Paul knew his deliverance would either come in freedom from prison to continue to do the work God had for him or in freedom from this fallen world into the presence of Christ forever! In light of this, Paul makes one of the most powerful statements ever recorded: “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.”

Jesus Christ is our life. He’s everything good, beautiful, and wonderful. In Him, we find our identity, belonging, and purpose. Our chief end and divine design are to know Jesus, enjoy a relationship with Him, and make Him known. Apart from Christ, life cannot exist and is not worth anything. To live in this world is to live fully in Christ and for Christ.

Paul didn’t desire to advance himself, live his best life, or seize the day. He desired to be with Jesus, grow in Jesus, know Jesus as intimately as possible, and glorify Jesus. And if it was God’s will for Paul to best glorify Jesus by laying down his life, then Paul would be well pleased by the opportunity. Because for the Christian, death is not a defeat but graduation to glory! It’s of infinite and ultimate gain (kerdos: profit, advantage, a winning trade). How so? Because then we will have true, eternal union with Christ without our sinful human nature standing in the way. We’ll be free from distractions, sin, perils, pain, decay, and death. Christ will be right before us to behold with our eyes and worship at His feet. As 2 Corinthians 5:8 (NKJV) says, "To be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord.”

Paul’s experience in prison—seeing how Jesus had used his chains to advance the gospel, embolden believers, and grow the kingdom in a way he hadn’t previously considered—had cemented for him the understanding that Christ would be exalted whether by his life or death, giving him the “sufficient courage” to face possible death without hesitation, reservation, or regret.

Friends, I pray Paul’s statement would be on every Christian’s heart and mind as they wake up and go to sleep! In the morning, may we pray, “Thank You for this new day, Lord. May everything I do today be for Your glory. And through it, I pray I grow deeper into a loving and close relationship with You.” And in the evening, may we pray, “Lord, I pray for Your will. If I’m granted a new day tomorrow, may it be to Your glory. If You choose to call me home tonight, I will enter eternity with joy to be in Your presence!”

Pause: As you consider the rest of your life, what do you feel God would want to accomplish through you? What would you like to do in the name of Jesus with the time you have left?

Practice: Begin the simple practice of praying something similar to what’s stated above in the morning and evening. Pray this with gratitude and humility, surrendered to His will and out of loving devotion.

YouVersion Bible plan Philippians Whatever happen

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i think I finally figured out what noco is. it's that one emo guy from that fanfic. he looks funny, i like him.

anyway

"The temple lies in ruins now... Columns cracked and broken... Like pillars now turned into spears, stabbing into the heavens..."

"Well, I detect a distinct lack of Giratina."

"Hmm? Is something bothering you?"

"Ah, I do beg your pardon. I suppose I must seem to be behaving strangely!"

"I daresay you deserve to know what I'm really after by now."

"Ever since I became convinced that Arceus really does exist, there has been one question that consumed my thoughts... How can I meet such a being myself?"

"It was in an attempt to answer this question that I originally sought out Giratina and had it tear open that rift in space and time... After all, Giratina wished to stand against Arceus. But that didn't do the trick..."

"So then I had you gather the fragments of the all-encompassing deity, just as the murals of the ruins directed."

"Eighteen plates said to be the fragments of the all-encompassing deity... You hold in your hands seventeen of them. So, you must be wondering: Where is the last one?"

"Why, it's right here!"

"Now hand over the plates you gathered! I will be the one to bring them all together!"

"My desire to meet Arceus cannot be contained any longer! I need to know what it is! I MUST know what it is!"

"If I can meet Arceus myself, then I may also be able to subjugate its power... And using that, I will attempt to create a new, better world!"

"Of course, if I create a brand-new world, then the Hisui region that we currently exist in will be undone and returned to nothing. You, everyone you know, and all the Pokémon living here will vanish in an instant, as if you'd never been."

"If you want to keep this world from disappearing, then face me in battle! Not that you have a choice. Even if you don't wish to battle me, I'm not above using force to take those plates from you."

"Why? Why you?! Why do you have the blessing of Arceus?!"

"Why? How?!"

"I've devoted myself to Arceus beyond any other! I worshiped it as the creator of our entire world! I bent all of my passion and interest to its study! All the time I've spent poring over the legends... Everything that I've done—!"

"You outsider! It's almost as if you were spat out of the space-time rift just to get in my way!"

"No...no, this isn't finished yet!"

"Can't you feel it? The chill creeping through your veins—the eldritch presence icing your heart?"

"Giratina! Strike them down!"

"Turning tail and running? From this puny HUMAN? Pathetic! I was the one to feed you the power you needed so that you could take on Arceus! I was the one who gave you the chance to claw open that space-time rift, driving the deity of space and time mad so that you could drag the creator out from hiding!"

"How? How could this happen?! Almighty Arceus, if you have any heart within you, then tell me..."

"The blood of the ancient Sinnoh people flows in my veins, does it not?! What is it, then, that you find so lacking in me?!"

"Do you mean to tell me that this world doesn't need to be remade?"

"I can't live with such questions... I can't bear not satisfying this ache to know!"

"Answer me, then, anonymous. Do you have some dream that propels you, as I've had?"

I do!: "So you do... Doubtless that dream of yours would never leave room for the dreams of one like me..."

I don't know.: "You don't even know... Then perhaps the day will come when you will suffer and agonize as I do now..."

"I am the great wielder of Pokémon. And you... You battle alongside your Pokémon. In the end, I was alone... But not you. You will fight together with your Pokémon to seize whatever dreams you have."

"Here. Take it... Take the plate that started me on this path—the plate I once received from Giratina."

"My journey is over. My story ended when I lost to you."

"I suppose now you've gathered all of the plates said to exist in this land of Hisui."

"So that's...that's it... The Azure Flute. Heh. It comes to you."

"So Arceus wishes to meet you... Of all people, you had to be the one... Is that why you were brought to this world?"

"Gah! I've no desire to watch from the sidelines as Arceus comes to you! And I absolutely cannot accept a world in which you would ever manage to defeat Arceus..."

"Someday, I'll solve every riddle in the legends of Hisui's Pokémon. And on that day, I'll stand before Arceus at last—No, I will CONQUER it! No matter how many years, how many decades, how many centuries it takes me!"