Ok so I was tagged by @quinndecker214 thank uu ❤❤
Ship name Edham? Abragar? Maybe both
Abraham x Edgar
height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were room mates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts
And Abraham tooooo 😭😭😭😭
This is literally the best & just what I wanted to do !!! THANK YOU for this ask!!! You guys never bother me!!
SO!! Here are a few random HC’s!:
- Once they’re officially together, Ray and Pete are pretty open and honest with each other. Their relationship is founded on the pure adoration they each carry for the other. AND the fact that they take care of each other; No matter which of them needs the care or if it’s both. They stand by each other through all life problems.
- Pete took painting backup when he & Ray got together. More of a therapeutic way of expressing himself. He found a genuine love for the art again.
- Ray likes to knit as his little hobby. Makes him feel productive and useful to make things for his friends. He also likes to dance a little just because he feels good doing things he knows he posses the ability for lol!
- Ray tried to teach Pete some skills in the way of dance BUT Pete wasn’t so great at it. THOUGH it provided their friends with a fun night when Pete gave up and Ray ended up dancing to ‘I Love a Rainy Night’ with Art Baker across the apartment.
- Art Baker is a HUGE fan of Neil Young, Kenny Rogers, Crosby Stills & Nash, Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, Glen Campbell, The Eagles…etc. You can find his young face sitting out in the sun, probably whistling a tune while his golden hair shines.
- Stebbins is a mysterious eccentric BUT he’s also someone who cares deeply for his friends. He seems a little odd but he’s actually always there to support his friends no matter what. He’s got his quirks and he’s a little reserved but that’s just what makes him Stebbins! Nobody does life like Stebbins.
- Pete is fascinated with Stebbins. He kinda admires the weird-o. He is aware that the guy once had a crush on Ray and kinda still does BUT he has made his peace with that. Stebbins is a good pal.
- Ray and Pete’s apartment somehow became the designated party spot. They always end up hosting all their friends!!! But they LOVE it.
- Their place is crowded with Art, Stebbins, Olson, Scramm, Parker, Abraham, Pearson, Harkness, and sometimes more!!
I just am amazed at the characters my little cousins and little brother made.
First we have a human monk soldier, Abraham, who is probably the most normal party member
Second we have a old enough to die of old age incredibly light dwarf rogue criminal, Jeff. Which is borderline an oxymoron
Third and forth(yes this is two characters with two players) we have a sibling pair of gold dragonborn barbarian guild artisans(calligraphers), Jeoni and Katface, the younger of which(the sister, Katface) was originally statted out to be a druid. Extra amusing is the brother’s player(who is my brother) originally was only wanting to be a dragonborn if the sister’s character wasn’t going to be a dragonborn until I said they could be different types of dragonborns(them deciding there characters were siblings happened between that and them picking the type of dragonborn)
Fifth and last we have a five foot tall(I talked her down from 6) five year old dark elf death cleric criminal,Elfy, who has wisdom as one of her lowest stats
This will be interesting, once we finish actually making these characters. We just need to do class stuff and the background features (I forgot my bad)for the human and dwarf, the first level spell for the cleric(thank goodness for the minimum number of prepped spells), and the none mechanical bits like traits and bonds and flaws for everyone. Then we can be off to chult were I hope not to tpk them instantly
The memory which made Abraham who he is now was the one that changed his life forever. After his claiming ceremony, he was invited round for dinner from his Girlfriend, Luciana and her Father, Christian (Coven leader). Little did Abraham know, Christian had planned to kill him by poisoning his food; he believed Abraham was not good enough for Luciana. However, the catering staff mixed the meals round, and unfortunately Luciana received the poisoned meal and consequently died. Christian was quick to point fingers and blame Abraham for the death of his daughter; Abe was then sentenced to prison. Years and years went by, and his life in Prison was by no means angelic - powers were stripped but he soon became well known in the prison for his dominating presence; violence etc.
The Maddox family eventually won the battle and got him out of the system, and he got his freedom back; yet he knows that he is being tracked, Christian wants him dead.
The death of Luciana will always stick with him, and is the push that he needs to try and break the communication barrier with the dead; he doesn’t want to bring her back to life, but simply wants to be able to speak with her.
You have heard, O Virgin, that you will conceive and bear a son; you have heard that it will not be by man but by the Holy Spirit. The angel awaits an answer; it is time for him to return to God who sent him. We too are waiting, O Lady, for your word of compassion; the sentence of condemnation weighs heavily upon us.
The price of our salvation is offered to you. We shall be set free at once if you consent. In the eternal Word of God we all came to be, and behold, we die. In your brief response we are to be remade in order to be recalled to life.
Tearful Adam with his sorrowing family begs this of you, O loving Virgin, in their exile from Paradise. Abraham begs it, David begs it. All the other holy patriarchs, your ancestors, ask it of you, as they dwell in the country of the shadow of death.
This is what the whole earth waits for, prostrate at your feet. It is right in doing so, for on your word depends comfort for the wretched, ransom for the captive, freedom for the condemned, indeed, salvation for all the sons of Adam, the whole of your race.
I never understood why God would tell Abraham to sacrifice Isaac. It always seemed cruel - but isn’t God supposed to be a loving father and a just ruler? How could telling a righteous man to kill his own child be fair?
And then you go back and read the story. Abraham, a righteous follower of God, had failed. He and Sarah couldn’t tolerate the presence of their slave Hagar since Isaac had been born. They hated her child Ishmael. (Abraham’s child too, remember. Just as much as Isaac was.) Abraham gave Hagar a death sentence - he sent her out into the desert with her son and left her to die there. To die of thirst, of heat, of exhaustion, of hunger, of fear.
Yet God saw Hagar. A slave, a foreigner, a mother to an illegitimate child, an imposter - those were human words for her. God looked down and said My Daughter, My Beloved, You Brave and Selfless Mother - I see you. He overturned the sentence Abraham had set and not only provided water to save the lives of Hagar and Ishmael but whispered the same promise in Hagar’s ear that He had whispered in Abraham’s. Maybe He took her to a hill and showed her the stars too. Maybe He sent a soft breeze across the desert to stir the sand and say to Hagar - your children will outnumber these. The God of living water has seen you.
And then God turned to Abraham and said your turn. Take your son, your beloved son, Abraham, the promise for your future, and take the life from his lungs. You had no remorse to do the same thing to Ishmael - Ishmael, your son. And Abraham felt the sun burning his face and his body faint from thirst and walking through the wilderness, and he felt the pain in his heart at the fear of losing his child. For a moment, he sees through Hagar’s eyes, squinting from the sun and sting of sand. And this time Abraham listens. This time he obeys God - and obedience comes in the form of the sun glinting off a knife, of Isaac’s terrified sobs. God does not need to say this act is justice. No words could make Abraham understand deeper than the terror and grief in his chest.
Mercy comes for Abraham as it came for Hagar first.
Ishmael and Isaac are both spared, both protected, both children of the same promise.
The sacrifice was never just a test. It was not some story to confuse or contradict the character of God.
It was justice for Hagar, justice from the God who sees.
Brothers and sisters,
“No one is master of the breath of life so as to retain it, and none has mastery of the day of death.” (Eccl. 8:8)
For the first time, really—and I do not mean to sound like an alarmist or to sound melodramatic—I am grappling with my own mortality. I am a twenty-one year-old man; I am in relatively decent health of body, aside from a couple of pre-existing conditions. Conventional wisdom has it that I have little about which to be concerned. But, for the first time, I feel as though I am truly coming to terms with the ever-present thought: what if, for some reason, I actually die from this pandemic?
Now, many will say, “Oh, you have no need to be concerned about death! No harm will come your way! Be of good cheer, for the day of death is far from you!” But we are not God, and, just as “it is appointed that human beings die once” (Heb. 9:27), it “is not for you to know the times or seasons that the Father has established by his own authority” (Acts 1:7), for “you have no idea what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a puff of smoke that appears briefly and then disappears.” (Jas. 4:14)
Likewise, the Psalmist tells us: “As for man, his days are like the grass; he blossoms like a flower in the field. A wind sweeps over it and it is gone; its place knows it no more. But the LORD’s mercy is from age to age, toward those who fear him.” (Ps. 103:15-17)
It is true that I have no fear of death, for better is “the day of death than the day of birth” (Eccl. 7:1). As it is written: “I sought the LORD, and he answered me, delivered me from all my fears.” (Ps. 34:5) And, elsewhere: “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff comfort me.” (Ps. 23:4) Because “the LORD is my shepherd,” there “is nothing I lack.” (Ps. 23:1)
But it is a curious thing to stare death so closely in the face and for the prospect to be so near.
Indeed, it is not something of which I am afraid; rather, the prospect brings me much excitement. For I have sought only Him “whom my soul loves” (Sg. 3:1) “as the deer longs for streams of water” (Ps. 42:2), for “my soul thirsts for God, the living God.” (Ps. 42:3) For it is written: “O God, you are my God—it is you I seek! For you my body yearns; for you my soul thirsts, in a land parched, lifeless, and without water.” (Ps. 63:2)
The only thing I seek is to see the face of the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Jacob. If it is His will, then I will. If not, then I will not. If, however, I am to die, I would like you all to know how profoundly I love each and every one of you from the depths of my poor heart.
Even more than this, however, I desire only to leave one potential parting word: “This is the time of fulfillment. The kingdom of God is at hand. Repent, and believe in the gospel.” (Mk. 1:15) “Produce good fruit as evidence of your repentance.” (Mt. 3:8) “In whatever you do, remember your last days, and you will never sin.” (Sir. 7:36)
If I die, call to mind the deeds of the pious Maccabee, and please offer prayers and sacrifices for my poor soul: “He then took up a collection among all his soldiers, amounting to two thousand silver drachmas, which he sent to Jerusalem to provide for an expiatory sacrifice. In doing this he acted in a very excellent and noble way, inasmuch as he had the resurrection in mind; for if he were not expecting the fallen to rise again, it would have been superfluous and foolish to pray for the dead. But if he did this with a view to the splendid reward that awaits those who had gone to rest in godliness, it was a holy and pious thought. Thus he made atonement for the dead that they might be absolved from their sin.” (2 Macc. 12:43-46)
Say this with me, beloved brothers and sisters: “Have mercy on me, God, in accord with your merciful love; in your abundant compassion blot out my transgressions. Thoroughly wash away my guilt; and from my sin cleanse me.” (Ps. 51:3-4)
“Peace upon Israel!” (Ps. 128:6)