Microfic: Bones
100 words written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt 'Bones' by Imagine Dragons.
The piece of Voldemort’s soul had been a dampener.
No one had realized the sheer amount of power that resided in Harry’s body, ‘I can feel it in my bones,’ he'd confessed to Draco when he was wrapped around him in bed one night.
And power like that was meant to burn iniquity from the world.
Draco stood in awe, watching raw magic crackling around Harry as he gave an impassioned speech on the Ministry’s front steps. Watching as the aurors who’d come to kill him were disarmed with a flick of the wrist.
Harry was saving the world. Again.
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Album Art for:
Lingua Ignota - Let the Evil of His Own Lips Cover Him (Perpetual Flame Ministries, 2023)
Originally (self) released in 2017 as cdr & digital
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Victory Over the Power of Evil (Luke 4:31-37)
Even though our thinking is important and critical, there is more to it than that: Orthodoxy (right belief) requires orthopraxy (right actions).
He went down to Capernaum, a village in Galilee. He was teaching the people on the Sabbath. They were surprised and impressed—his teaching was so forthright, so confident, so authoritative, not the quibbling and quoting they were used to.
In the meeting place that day there was a man demonically disturbed. He screamed, “Stop! What business do you have here with us, Jesus? Nazarene! I know what…
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What about au where smiler was partially marmalised and works for the ministry and is trying to manipulate Victor and Alice into getting marmalised and becoming advocates
*waggles hand* So, not opposed to such an AU, but it would have to end with Alice and Victor getting Smiler out of the Ministry instead of Smiler successfully getting them to become Advocates. Reason being is, well, a Smiler working for the Ministry and trying to manipulate Victor and Alice is an unethical mind controller! And we know what Alice does to unethical mind controllers:
[ID: Animated gif by thedestinysunknown of the moment in A:MR when Alice, in her Wonderland form, shoves Bumby off the platform of the Underground station and into the path of an oncoming train]
Yeaaah, if you've ever thought my Smiler seems a little nice when compared to the coaster's actual theme, that's the reason. I had to give them ethics, otherwise they were going to get stabbed. So yeah, an AU like that would have to be along the lines of Smiler trying to get Victor and Alice to join up, only for Victor and Alice to instead show THEM how the Ministry is actually not really interested in happiness and is pretty evil honestly and get them out of there. (Which is actually not dissimilar to what happens in my Londerland Bloodlines AU (after the events of the game), where Smiler THINKS they've joined a group interested in making people happy and helping them through rough patches in their lives, but in fact the Ministry they've fallen in with is Ministry as in "Formerly The Followers of Set," and THEY'RE more interested in corrupting people with false joy...awful shame that they end up targeting Victor...)
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@perditos || from [x]
He can both see and feel when she relaxes. No, relaxes is the wrong word. She’s not relaxed. (Neither is he.) She’s just not as ready to fight. He understands. He’s still wary, too. Still ready, but testing out the tentative peace-time between them.
He still didn’t know what to think. Who was she? What was she? Did that matter? … Well, yes, it mattered. She could be a monster. (He already was one.) She could be dangerous. (He knows he is.) He might have to deal with her if he is not cautious. … But she is a child. (And if she isn’t, it’s a convincing illusion.) And she is alone. And she seems afraid. And how can he turn her away? (Easily. She is a liability. She is vermin. And you? You are so much more–)
It’s these thoughts that plague him as he walks. They circle his mind like vultures, incessantly screeching until he gives them attention. He neglects them regardless. He can hear the grass crunching as her footfalls trail after his own. They’re lighter, smaller, a bit quicker even with the drag of exhaustion. That’s a good sign; they sound like they actually belong to her. (So she is small. She is vulnerable. She is a trespasser-)
“Xion, huh.” He says. His tone is neutral. He doesn’t recognize that name. Of course, that doesn’t mean much. It could come from anywhere, from anything. (Could be a lie. A trick. Names have power. Do not make her mistake.) His brow furrowed against the incessant buzzing in his head. Shut up. He doesn’t even have a name, anyway. So it doesn’t matter.
“Undertaker.” He says simply. It’s all she needs. It’s all he uses. He pauses a moment, then opens the locks, iron, silver, gold, opens the gate, waits for her to pass through, and closes them in reverse order. A part of him, an old part, a stubborn part, tells him his mother might call him reckless for not asking her to touch the locks first. Another part of him, a newer part, twisted and jagged, wondered why it mattered what she would think. She wasn’t here. (Because of you. You did this. Didn’t it make you feel better? Didn’t the sight of her charred corpse make you feel powerful?) As he turned to the stream, he caught another glimpse of her. This close, she looked even smaller, more ragged. There was still baby-fat in her cheeks, but the line of her jaw was sharp, indicating a lack of food. The bags under her eyes were either from dehydration, lack of sleep, or both. The dried-out nature of her hair, likely a glossy black if she were healthy, wasn’t a clear indicator as to which. But her brown eyes were sharp, chased every movement of his hands.
She was running from something, or had been running - likely for a very long time. She was probably gonna keep running after she left. Callouses on her knuckles meant she was used to fighting. The air crackling around her belied a deep magic lurking beneath the surface.
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It’s interesting. He files it away to keep an eye on. The boards are nudged into place and he crosses, once again waiting for her to make it past the threshold before he moved them back. A good sign. The running water hadn’t slowed her down. (Might mean something. Might mean nothing.) (You’re getting soft.) (Kill her.) Up the steps, one, two, three. (A longer process than snapping her neck.) He kicks the mud off his boots and heads to the kitchen.
“Take a seat.”
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I found someone else's echo on what is believed to be referencing Marx's work.
I dont personally think it confirms death, but it does confirm censorship at the minimum
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A Warning Against Bad Company
Do not be deceived: Evil companionships corrupt good morals.
— 1 Corinthians 15:33 | Recovery Version (REC)
The Recovery Version of the Holy Bible © 2009 Living Stream Ministry. All rights reserved.
Cross References: Proverbs 22:25; 1 Corinthians 6:9
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Now I just learned about someone mom knew who was a missionary and then she was raped by one of the people she was ministering to and she got pregnant and gave away the baby. She was engaged to a rich guy, of some big corporation, but he broke it off because of this
For something that wasn't her fault. Just when she needed support the most.
How much more of this horrible stuff happens and ppl tell no one! Or they do and they're not believed!! Not helped!! Making the trauma worse!! This has to stop!!!!!!
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