#hide us from the wrath of the lamb

[waokevale]

Introducing Follower gang!

There. Finally did all the Bishops follower designs!

The 7 deadly sins

And some other follower gang, done with lineart this time because the other 2 pieces made me lose my soul for how long they took.

(Also a small HC if I may: Dr. Sozonius is trapped inside the mushroom on Sozos head, while the actual mushroom is controlling his body)

+ some more doodles

Info about the 7 Sins and more doodles below:

Jeg represents Greed - he was one of the first of Lamb's followers. (At first, it was very difficult for Lambert to indoctrinate people, due to their inexperience, this guy was like the 5th or so) Jeg has...a very specific personality to say the least, yet the Lamb can't help but be fond of him. They eventually nominate him the Tax enforcer role and...That might've been the worst decision of their life. But they did not take the role away. Jeg acts smug 24/7 and relishes in his new power, but deep down, dudes pretty insecure, ( but don't tell anyone!) He used to have a huge crush on the lamb, but then Narinder and eventually the other bishops came, and since their leader was for some reason head over heels for the ex god of death, Jeg grew bitter and often got into fights with Nari, as well as charging him and his other siblings more than the average follower. Though he's mostly mellowed out since then.

Brash represents Gluttony They despise Helob, since they used to fight for "food" a lot, and eventually Brash got really injured and was found by the Lamb. She tried to eat them, but was quickly disarmed. Despite this, they decided to spare him and bring his sorry ass back to the cult to indoctrinate. They were very cunning and didn't trust the lamb either, but eventually they cooled off and accepted the new life. She still eats people tho, just not from the cult, otherwise jail or *worse*

Yara represents Pride She is one of the core followers. She's very strict and somewhat self-centered, she likes things done her way, or if not her way, the lambs way. Period. No one else can boss her around or even give a helpful advice. She's actually a pretty stand up deer, and despite being incredibly stubborn still makes a good friend. She gets along with most people though Brash annoys her, since he keeps snatching body parts off corpses. She has always been extremely devoted to the lamb and will be annoyed if any follower dissents and tries to preach against them. She wasn't surprised in the slightest when they eventually took down all the bishops.

Thorn represents Envy He had a pretty terrible life before the cult. When he was brought in, she was bitter about her newfound situation. He wasn't very trusting of the lamb and thought they expected something out of her (which technically they did, but it's just work). He envies the fools who are so oblivious and just do everything as they're told and let their lives be guided by some amateur god. Similar to the other two, he puts on a mask, He often acts overly saccharine to hide his true feelings, but doesn't have any bad intentions. (Most of the time) She does genuinely like some people, but others, he only pretends to like to appease the lamb or to blackmail them. He hates when the people he actually cares about are threatened.

Jermo represents Wrath Jermo absolutely does not trust anyone. Similar to Thorn, and most other followers tbh, their life was absolutely horrible prior to the cult. They trusted some people, they got betrayed, and almost died several times because of it. It was extremely difficult for the lamb to make them stop dissenting. They legit had to give them the loyalty necklace in order for them to finally stop dissenting. Jermo keeps getting into fights with other followers, because they feel as though everyone is always against them or is constantly judging them. (They're technically not wrong) They've died 5 times, because they keep getting into fights with other followers. Lamb strongly considered keeping them dead, but decided to challenge themself with them (also they're too cuddly to just be killed off) Despite their many, *many* flaws, Thorn has a huge crush on them, since he's one of the people who managed to see their soft side. Jermo, deep, deep, deep down actually cares a lot, but they've been hurt too much by everyone, so they retaliate for the same stuff to not repeat.

Herett represents Lust At some point, she passingly heard about the cult and since it seemed like a peaceful place from the rumors (and also had hot people in it) she eagerly joined in. She's usually in the kitchen area, if not hanging around the love tent or babysitting some kids. She crushes on almost everyone, but for some reason she hates Kallamar (legit in my actual game she rejected him so hard, despite having the lustful trait and not caring prior)

Mateo represents Sloth Is perhaps the 1st or 2nd of Lambs followers, so they're absolutely not letting go of him, dudes lived 4 long lives and is tired of it, he keeps switching jobs since with age he's been slacking off more. He's currently stuck as a janitor (he hates it) He's also one of the few people who managed to befriend Jermo, his mellow, don't care attitude is somewhat comforting to them. Aside that, he gets along with almost everyone, as best as he can at least.

Not much else to say about the gang in the third pic but Riley and Dannie are platonic bffs and were forced to babysit kids when the lamb was crusading. The lamb was a little incompetent here to give carnivores children to take care of, but thankfully they actually managed to be good with them and got used to being on nanny duty.

The capybara (Beige) is a retired teacher and adopted a little owlet to take care of (Chip)

While Femur is our below yellow cat, and that's my HC name for him. He's a gatherer here.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl toww #cotl leshy #cotl helet #cotl kallamar #cotl shamura #cotl oc #cotl ocs #cotl sozo #cotl yellow cat #more ocs #cotl fanart

[ghosts-and-glory]

“Fall on us and hide us from the face of him who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb!”

“For the great day of their wrath has come and who can stand?”

Got mad at the thing I was trying to colour and instead did this painting only with the goal of doing something in my comfort zone. One layer painting with gross colours will never let me down.

Plus some progress video thing.

#my post #my art #cult of the lamb #cotl #cult of the lamb the one who waits #cotl the one who waits #cult of the lamb narinder #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb lambert #digital art #art #digital painting #illistration

[little-diable]

Little Lamb - Priest!Tom Riddle (smut)

There's just something about priest!Riddle, I love writing for him. This is a very tame Tom imagine, not nearly as dark as my others. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader helps Priest Riddle with his summer camp, guiding young children through prayers, through talks about God, and religion. She had been tied to him for years, he held her heart and soul hostage, taking her whenever he desires her.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, sex in a church, oral (m), wrong use of rosary prayers, power play, dom!Tom, religious connotations

Pairing: Priest!Tom Riddle x fem!reader (about 3k words)

Incense, a smell so biting, (y/n) had a hard time breathing, hand darting out to grab onto the nearest wooden bench. The smell wandered up her nostrils, clinging to her like the smell of petrichor, so distinct she’d always recognise it. Water filled her eyes, begging her to turn around, to leave this church and the camp she had been forced to join. 

Slowly she took another step, and another, till she finally came to halt in front of the altar. (Y/n) couldn’t remember the last time she had visited this church, nothing more than a hazy memory, a fever dream she had woken from all too suddenly, breaking through the blanket of sweat clinging to her like a veil. 

Her heart was pounding, racing in her chest trying to fight against what she had been forced into. God, how she wanted to take off, running away before her parents could catch up with her plans, and yet she couldn’t, very well knowing that there was no way out. 

“There you are, I was wondering where you were hiding.” His voice echoed through the church as if the Lord himself was speaking to her, booming like thunder rippling through the night, heavy like bricks weighing her drowning frame down. The sound of his shoes meeting the stone ground rang in her ears, one by one, reminiscent of the lives he was praying for. 

(Y/n) didn’t dare look at him, eyes directed forwards, staring at the cross that must weigh a few hundred pounds, heavier than any weight she’d be able to lift. She felt him come to a halt next to her, hands clasped together in front of him, shoulders pulled back to appear even taller.

“Look at me.” It was a soft command, and yet he didn’t offer her any room to pull back. But (y/n) couldn’t move, glassy eyes not daring to blink not even once, scared that she’d mess up on her first day, not ready to face her parents' wrath. “(Y/n).”

Priest Riddle singsang her name, cold fingers finding her chin. Slowly he turned her face towards him, moving as slow as somebody exploring a new piece of art, unsure what to expect, taking their time to admire every inch of the masterpiece. Their eyes met, bound together by the strength he emanated, forcing (y/n) closer and closer. 

“There’s nothing to fear, you’re safe here, with me.” Before she could reply, choking on the quiet gasp leaving her, the door to the church was pushed open, exposing a crowd of excited children. (Y/n)’s insides churned at the sound of laughter, of excitement echoing through the morning, a sound she had once been all too familiar with. 

Years ago she had been one of them, an excited child allowed to spend a weekend at church, learning more about God, about his son, and the fallen angels. She had grown within time, and even as a teenager she had joined the yearly get together, even though her weekends had taken a few unforeseen turns, making her end up with her back pressed against the priest’s mattress, choking on Tom’s name. 

He was a few years older than her, had left the town to study theology, till he finally returned years later. The second he had rejoined the church, taking over from the priest he and (y/n) had been all too familiar with, he had pulled her closer, toying with her body and soul. He was a mysterious man, a man with a soul so dark even Lucifer wouldn’t dare cross paths with him, but he was good at playing this charade, faking the smiles he shot those that were too oblivious for their own good, a facade only (y/n) could see through. 

“C’mon, it’s time for our morning prayer.” 

…… 

“You’ve been here for only a few hours and you already have something to confess?” He clicked his tongue, towering over her sitting frame with a sinister smirk tugging on his lips. The cold floor pressed against her feet, biting through the fabric of her shoes all too easily like poison burning its way through her flesh. She was trembling, not daring to speak up as she got lost in his darkening eyes, wondering if this is how sinners standing in front of Lucifer must feel, forced to spend eternity trapped in the blackest kind of darkness. “Little lamb, what shall I do with you?”

Both knew the answer to that, both knew that he’d do as he pleases, making her body tremble like Noah’s arch had, trapped in a thunderstorm that could rip her body apart. She heavily swallowed as she watched the priest take a step back, eyes ranking over her frame. 

“Kneel, (y/n).” She dropped to her knees without speaking a single word, staring up at the man that held as much power over her as God once had. Oh, how disappointed her parents were, feeling her slip from their and from God’s grasp, forcing her to rejoin this camp as the priest’s helping hand. (Y/n) couldn’t help but wonder how they’d react to seeing this very scene playing out, watching the man undo his black trousers, freeing his hardening cock with skilled movements. “You know what to do, or have you already forgotten your place in this game?”

“Of course not.” (Y/n) felt anger simmering inside of her, how dare he play with her like that, how dare he think that she’d ever forget how to please him. Her desire for him urged her on, wanting to prove to the smirking man that only she could make him feel good, that only she knew how to please him. 

With trembling hands she grasped his cock, spitting into her palm to soften the touch, coaxing a satisfied groan out of him. She swallowed him down all too easily, eyes not daring to break contact, not even as he jerked his hips, making her choke on him. Her tears fell like the ones Mary had cried for her son, for Christ Crucified, one with the sadness his death forced through those that had dared to believe in him and his mission. 

“See, only a sinning woman like you could touch me like this. I should punish you, should fuck you till you pass out, over and over again, till Lucifer loosens his grip on your soul. But, where would be the fun in that, right?” His ringed hand tugged on her hair, forcing her even closer with his tight grip, making another wave of tears well up in her glistening eyes. 

(Y/n) could only hum around his cock, letting the sound vibrate on his skin, making goosebumps rise on his forearms. It was a beautiful sight, the pleasure drunken expression she’d think of whenever her nights felt lonely, needing to take care of the heat flaring up inside of her. 

She’d forever remember the feel of his soft skin pressed against her quick moving tongue, every inch had burned itself into her mind, allowing her to find him even in the darkest nights. He was hers, as much as she was his, a silent promise that kept the two blemished souls tied together, forever, even for the time following the last judgement. 

He kept jerking his hips, fucking her mouth with more pressure, making the corners of her mouth burn. She didn’t dare protest, didn’t even whine as she walked along the line of pleasure and pain, and yet her cunt kept fluttering around nothing, begging to be filled by him. Curses rolled off the priest’s tongue, the cross chain around his neck rested peacefully on his chest, rising and falling with every deep exhale. 

Once again their eyes met as he came down her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop as if he was pouring consecrated wine into her mouth. Her moans left the man smirking, stepping away from her to tug his cock back into his trousers. For a few more seconds he studied her before his eyes flickered to his watch, “Be a good girl for me today, and you’ll be rewarded.” 

……

The fabric of her dress kept stroking her knees with every hurried step (y/n) took, trying to find the still missing kids, calling them to Priest Riddle’s evening prayer. They had just finished their dinner, able to relax after a day filled with summer activities, with a swim (y/n) had gladly joined – simply to tease the man with wandering eyes, taking in her wet appearance, drenched from the cold water. 

“Guys, come on, we don’t want to miss our prayer, do we?” (Y/n) could still remember all these weekends she had spent here, how she had made new friends, how she had shared her first kiss with the man that now fucked her ruthlessly whenever he was dreaming of her, the sweetest kind of relief. 

Priest Riddle towered over the altar, eyes taking in the crowd of excited children, before his eyes finally found hers. He watched her close the door, giving him a small nod to give him the signal, starting the prayer with a satisfied hum. The words he spoke rolled off his tongue all too effortlessly, filling the church with the kind of magic the children found themselves amazed by. 

But (y/n) couldn’t pay any attention to his words, to his prayers, mind set on the things he’d hopefully do to her. She had decided against wearing any panties, begging whoever dared to pick up on her sinful thoughts that Tom would fuck her till she forgets her own name. 

His voice was softer than silk, wrapping itself around her, cradling her closer like a drug blurring out her surroundings. She couldn’t stop watching him, couldn’t stop admiring him as if she was staring at something her human eyes haven’t been fortunate enough to take in before. It was easy, almost too easy, to love him, a sick, toxic relationship she couldn’t flee from, no matter how hard she’d try, he’d always lure her back into his trap. 

“You see, I wonder what goes on inside your pretty little head while you stare at me like that, little lamb.” His voice rang in her ears, breath hitching in her chest as she felt his hands on her waist, toying with the fabric. She couldn’t reply, forced away by the call of her name, eyes flickering back to him before she crouched down to the child begging for her attention. The seconds faded by, and yet (y/n)’s mind was still stuck on his words, on the roughness of his voice, wondering how much longer he’d drag out their back and forth. 

(Y/n) found her way back to the church the second the kids were in bed, finding rest in their rooms, sharing stories of this very day, full of excitement for the days to come. She had stumbled out of the building as fast as she could, called back to him like a lost lamb searching for its flock. He guided her closer, back pressed against the altar he was leaning against with his arms crossed, with his fingers holding onto his wooden rosary and his bible. 

No words were spoken as she came to a halt in front of the man, allowing her eyes to take in his features, wondering how much time God had invested into the man’s creation, sparing extra time on the details she easily picked up on. He reached one hand out for her to take, feeling the wooden pearls pressing into her palm before he pushed the rosary over her head, letting it dangle from her neck. 

Their lips met for a kiss, a kiss so heated (y/n) had to grasp his collar, scared that she’d tumble from his grasp. Their moans filled the church like soft music made to lure those that needed some extra guidance closer, but tonight nobody would dare to interrupt them, unable to open the locked doors. She was turned around, small of her back pressed against the altar as his fingers began moving, disappearing underneath her dress, momentarily freezing as he felt her naked cunt. 

No warning was spoken as he plunged two fingers into her tightness, expectedly curling them against her swollen spot. (Y/n) couldn’t swallow her moans, giving room to the sounds that rumbled through her as her head rolled back, allowing Tom to kiss her throat, teeth grazing her skin. He fucked her with his fingers for a few moments, thumb circling her pulsing clit to push the sweetest feeling of anticipation through her veins. 

“I should punish you for walking around like this, I should punish you for whoring yourself out to me. But you’ve got me bound to you, addicted to the feeling of your cunt clenching my cock.” His words forced another moan to leave her, eyes rolling back as he added more pressure to his touch. Tom pulled away all too quickly, flipping her around to press her front against the top of the altar. She could barely breathe through the excitement filling her, listening to the sounds of Tom undoing his trousers, freeing the cock she had choked on hours ago. 

“Start praying, may He grant you his forgiveness.” His rough voice shot shudders down her spine, momentarily distracting her from the feeling of his cock brushing through her slit, lubing himself up with her arousal. 

“I believe in God the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth.” Her voice trembled, eyes squeezed shut as he pushed into her, taking his time to sink deeper into her tightness. A rough “Keep on” left the priest, forcing a shaky inhale of thin air into (y/n)’s lungs as she kept speaking the Apostles’ Creed, speaking the words she knew by heart. 

(Y/n)’s trembling fingers toyed with the wooden pearls, mind unable to focus on anything but the feeling of Priest Riddle fucking her from behind, sure to leave marks with the way he pushed her hips against the edge of the altar. She struggled to keep on breathing, nails digging into the thin flesh of her sweaty palms, marks so clear as if she had been to one nailed to the cross, letting the rusty metal pierce her flesh. A pain so distinct she’d forever carry it around with her, sticking to her body the way the priest was clinging to her, not daring to let her go. 

“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” The prayer left her in pieces, interrupted by her moans and sighs, supported by his own sounds. It was so sinful, and yet it felt so right, bodies made for one another, made to fit their touch like wax copying their frames.  

One pearl after another was touched by her, followed by the fitting prayers, urged on to keep on speaking as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Soon they’d let go, leaving their stains on one another, hoping that the walls surrounding them would never learn to share their secrets. 

“Tell me, little lamb, how close are you?” Both knew the answer to his question, very well aware of the way she clenched around his cock, how her aching clit pulsed against his thumb. (Y/n) stumbled over her words, eyes squeezed shut in a desperate try to work through the fog of pleasure filling her mind. 

“So close, ‘m so close.” She kept repeating the words, begging that he’d give in, allowing her to cum with his name burning on the tip of her tongue. Priest Riddle gave it a few more thrusts, before he let go of a simple “Cum”, easily pushing (y/n) over the edge. The rosary fell to the ground as she grasped onto the edge of the altar, eyes squeezed shut, teeth buried in her lip, allowing her orgasm to rock through her. 

Was God watching them? Staring down on her with an unfamiliar kind of apathy? Did he remind the sins she has committed numerous times in His holy walls? 

She felt him fill her up, painting her walls white with his relief. Both were heavily panting, needing to give one another a few moments before they parted, taking a few steps away from the altar. No words were spoken as he tucked himself back into his trousers, staring at her with a smirk on his lips and a satisfied gaze filling his dark pupils. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning to take your confessions. Be aware, I won’t hold back on the punishment.” 

And with his release dripping down her thighs, (y/n) was forced to leave the holy halls, stumbling back to her room with her heart racing on.

#Tom Riddle smut #Tom Riddle imagine #priest fic #harry potter imagine

[cannibalovers]

"Hide us from the wrath of the Lamb."

#hannibal quotes out of context #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #my post

[tellodona]

mc that has a panic disorder with Lucifer (can be platonic or romantic) one shot? Just some hurt/comfort and angst 👉🏻👈🏻

i love me some hurt/comfort

also i might be indulgent in this because i used to experience panic attacks everyday like two years ago so yeah that's a heads up

The Shepherd and His Lamb

heads up: gn!mc, romantic or platonic relationship is up for interpretation, spoilers for lesson 16

You have been always some sort of pushover, no matter what. It doesn't matter how or for who, you just couldn't say no. Even if your life depended on it. That measly, little two-letter word barely comes out of your mouth that it's like it isn't in your vocabulary.

Just something about seeking approval fills you with this unexplainable satisfaction. The way someone would be pleased because you always let them borrow your pencil or your power bank, or doing their chores because they were busy, or giving away your answers on an important test you worked so hard to review for days.

Anything, just anything remotely related to someone's approval of you is enough to fill the longing inside your heart. Something that fills that empty hole you wouldn't even acknowledge that exists.

Perhaps it's why you agreed to Levi's request of forcing Mammon into a pact, or how you almost agreed to the pact Satan offered to you before just because he wants to spite Lucifer.

When you let Luke in the House of Lamentation, or when you didn't get angry at Beel for destroying a wall in your room. Choosing to shield them both from Lucifer's wrath because you didn't want them to be hurt. It doesn't matter you got hurt, at least they were okay.

When you let Asmo pamper you like the greatest trophy in the world, or when Diavolo had you in the exchange program in the first place. Like you're some sort of humanified object that someone can easily hold in the palm of their hand.

And maybe when you just let Belphie kill you because he was just upset from the trauma he had millennia ago.

It's something he couldn't control. He was angry at that time, you understand. You understood.

You always understood because that way he'd be able to bond with his family again. That way he didn't have to get stuck in the past where Lilith's death replays in his head over and over again.

Of course, you're in the picture too; the random, defenseless human who served as the bridge to fix the broken bonds between the seven demon brothers.

The human who'd get all smiley because everyone else is happy too.

The human that's somehow the descendant of their fallen sister.

But it just starts to wear you down at some point. Like a pencil that dulls after so much use and after so much sharpens.

Sometimes Mammon's rants get overbearing, sometimes Levi gets too noisy with his games. Asmo's been too pushy lately, Satan's been too angry. Beel's been eating a larger portion of your food, and Belphie's being Belphie, hogging your side to cuddle to because it apparently helps him sleep better.

And then there's Lucifer.

He's not quite distant, but you wouldn't say he's talking to you all the time. He's just... there.

He'd always try to keep everything at bay, you don't know how he gets the motivation to do it, but you'd guess it's because he's the eldest brother.

Then again, where does that put you?

You're a nobody to them. Sure, you're Lilith's descendant by a stretch, but other than that? You're human, your lifetime is just a blink of an eye to them.

You are but a speck of dust in their lives that'll be whisked away in the wind.

Your efforts to put the broken pieces of the family picture frame together? They're acknowledged, but not enough to be hailed as a legacy.

And then you're there on the floor of your room, back leaning on your bed, crying like a tall child whose mother scolded and left alone in the dark.

Your knees to your chest, you bury your face in them. As if to hide from the world. You curl yourself into a ball, something you often find yourself always doing.

You feel sick to your stomach, you feel weird. You feel horrible, you feel everything all at once.

Your hands grasp your hair tightly, pulling them hard, just to calm yourself down. Anything to ground yourself, you'd attempt to do it.

Your breathing is uneven, you choke on a sob too. Hot, salty tears pour down your cheeks that you don't even bother to wipe. Your lungs are restricted, but it wasn't like you're in a position to realize that.

Your legs ache the more tighter the ball you pull yourself in, you feel your feet get cold and shake against the floor. Your body feels numb, you don't feel anything else now, only the tightening of your chest and the hands you have on your head.

One minute, you feel like the world is so small, and the next it feels so big. Like it keeps going back and forth and it's so overwhelming. You're getting dizzy, your head hurts. Like someone banged a hammer on it.

Your nails dig into your scalp, and you swear you feel a tinge of liquid forming beneath your fingers when your hands are gently pried away from your head.

You flinch at the sudden touch, and you cry harder, you try to pull your hands away but the hands holding them are firm, yet they're surprisingly gentle.

The hands gently run smooth circles around the back of yours, massaging them. Running their fingers along the arches of the bones. Trying to make you feel something else rather than numbness and discomfort, and it's working, even for just a tiny bit.

A tiny bit and yet it's still something you could take note of. Something you can focus on.

In turn, your hands tighten their hold onto those instead, finding another thing to use to ground yourself. The hands continue to massage yours, before the left hand puts down your right hand.

It makes its way to your cheek, gently coaxing you to look up.

You continue to cry, squeezing their hand, and then then they wipe away your tears with their thumb. You choke on a sob, and the mysterious person shushes you quietly.

You open your eyes, and you're met with eyes as black as obsidian and as red as fire.

Lucifer.

He sits in front of you, cross-legged, continuing to wipe away your tears even if you finally noticed he's there. He's there, sitting on the floor with you, patient and quiet, and he's, most importantly, comforting you.

It only makes your hold on his hand tighten.

You're embarrassed. He isn't supposed to see this side of you, what is he going to think? You're supposed to be the responsible human he picked out for the program, not some crying, little-

And then he opens his mouth.

"Follow my breathing, won't you?" Lucifer's voice is calm, but there's a hint of tiredness from it. He inhales, "Inhale for me, hold it in for five, four, three, two, one..." You're coherent enough to follow him, "And exhale..." You did so, finding no reason to distrust him on this one.

He isn't wearing any gloves, which is probably why you didn't notice it wasn't him earlier.

His expression doesn't show what he's feeling. Is he mad? Is he annoyed? He shouldn't have, he shouldn't have to be here. Stuck with you, stuck trying to calm you down because you're just upset over not getting enough approval.

All you ever wanted is to feel loved without ever begging for it.

So you didn't, you kept quiet. You never voiced out your worries, your hurt. If it means people will like you enough to keep you around, then you'll let it be.

But tonight is just the night where the tape around your broken soul loosens like the heartstrings that's been pulled mercilessly inside your heart.

Lucifer delicately pulls down your knees from your chest, and they're getting too numb to the point they just plop down on his sides.

He lets go of your hand, and uses both his hands to wipe away your tears. "Why must you cry in such a way?" He whispers softly, a stark contrast to the vision you have of him in your head, "Why must you keep it all to yourself? Hide it from everyone... hide it from me?"

You couldn't bring yourself to reply.

He pulls you to his chest, and you instantly wrap your arms around him, gripping at the shirt on his back. Hiding away your face on his chest, unable to bring yourself to see the disappointment on his face.

His hand rubs circles around your own back, running a hand through your hair.

Disappointment is the last thing you should see on his face.

You did so well, everyday, and he always saw it.

He wanted you to see it too.

Lucifer could sit there on the floor of your room for hours if need be, if it means you'll be in his arms, trusting him to hold you with gentleness. Listening to your breathing to calm down until it turns into the tiniest of sniffles against his shirt.

And maybe, perhaps it's the Shepherd's turn to care for his lamb.

#hes so #love him sm #i love him you guys #i got too indulgent in this one #i dont know if they make sense tbh #anyway there are some quotes inspired from the those tiktok quote slideshows #they never fail to make me bawl #omswd #obey me #obey me lucifer #anon ask

[inuhiime]

:: 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ──── ⪩⪨ 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ; 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢

‘ they’ll crucify you if you stay ’

‘ you have chosen the worst ending for yourself, and one day you will come to terms with that ’

‘ listen to the beating of your heart. what does it tell you in this moment? ’

‘ maybe the hurt would be worth it all in the end ’

‘ your life will end in solace or violence. you would be wise to remember that ’

‘ they are sin themselves, aren’t they? be careful ’

‘ ah, the classic feeling of rejection. i see romance is just as alive as ever ’

‘ you know who you are beneath it all, do you not? ’

‘ one of us has to survive this, don’t we? ’

‘ i hope you’re not thinking about killing me. it won’t end the way you want it to ’

‘ i want to hate you so much. why won’t you let me do this? ’

‘ you cannot distance yourself from this violence ’

‘ i love you ; i will gladly give all of myself to you ’

‘ inside your heart resides a wrath. when will you put it to rest? ’

‘ the life you lived was made of cruelty ’

‘ you should be dead by now. don’t you understand that? ’

‘ do not forget, you are more than a thorn in my side than an ally ’

‘ crying is not a weakness. there’s no need to hide it ’

‘ forgive me for all the things i can’t say ’

‘ it would be so much easier, wouldn’t it? to wake each morning and know that you would not be throwing yourself into the jaws of death ’

‘ you are my home. i will always find my way back to you ’

‘ maybe i’ll see you in my dreams ’

‘ okay, tone down the ego ’

‘ the day of reckoning will come and i’ll kill you a thousand times over ’

‘ you can do this, you know. if anyone can, it’s you ’

‘ something tells me that you aren’t thinking about me right now ’

‘ it is a very sad thing, to meet a downfall you cannot save yourself from ’

‘ you are so desperate to be loved ’

‘ they warned you of holy beings ’

‘ did you forget that you are no longer who you once were before? ’

‘ they will understand, but they won’t understand like you do ’

‘ it’s easier to be numb in the face of war ’

‘ focus on nothing else but what survives in us ’

‘ i am grateful to spend another day with you like this ; may we share many more together ’

‘ have you forgotten the sins i’ve committed? ’

‘ your heart tells you that there is no safe passage here ’

‘ you could come back to us, make this right ’

‘ it’s either them or us. don’t think too hard about it ’

‘ it doesn’t matter where we came from or who we were supposed to be ’

‘ you’ll have to try harder if you want me to feel anything ’

‘ you can be the one to take me out of this misery ’

‘ i’ve never been one to count my blessings, but with you, maybe i should start ’

‘ survival is easiest when you’re alone ’

‘ be careful, time is a merciless being ’

‘ you should have left long ago, foolish little lamb ’

‘ you can put down the knife, you know ’

‘ you’re not calling me weak, are you? ’

‘ it doesn’t do good to overthink ’

‘ another dead body doesn’t mean anything when you’re always wearing black ’

‘ you never knew, but you should have ’

‘ you treat me like you are made of tenderness. that doesn’t exist in you ’

‘ what a fucking coward you are ’

‘ careful. gods are the only ones who determine life and death ’

‘ let go. don’t be frightened ’

‘ keep away. you should not be here with me ’

‘ speak. tell me what is on your mind ’

 ‘ your violence will consume you ’

‘ a single beating heart would not make a difference in the world ’

‘ you can fall if you want. who would i be, after all, if i couldn’t catch you? ’

‘ something is coming. something bad is coming ’

‘ you are not made of holy beings ’

‘ are you worthy, little lamb? ’

‘ those who betray are the most wretched of all ’

‘ surely you cannot love something that is incapable of feeling anything but horrid things, can you? ’

‘ you dreamt of those angels, didn’t you? ’

‘ it will be okay in the end. it has to be ’

‘ i’m sorry, i should have done better to protect you ’

‘ forgive me for doubting myself ’

‘ i’m plenty nice to you. i don’t treat everyone like this, you know ’

‘ didn’t you know the soul was meant for breaking? ’

‘ i love you, i hope you know that ’

‘ stop looking at me, ugly ’

‘ i’m begging you, spare me the embarrassment ’

‘ to be born with a heart is both a curse & a blessing ’

‘ there’s a home to be found everywhere and nowhere ’

‘ i hope you don’t forget me when the time comes ’

‘ what’s so important that you aren’t paying attention to me? ’

‘ wherever you go, i go ’

‘ i will carry you in my heart until we reunite ’

‘ foolish are those deserving of death, and you are no different ’

‘ but it is love, after all, that intertwines us ’

‘ this world frightens you so dearly, but you keep on living anyway ’

‘ you’re such a damn liar ’

‘ are we allowed this? ’

‘ you should not get too attached. this will hurt more than it should if you allow it to ’

‘ i think it’s okay to be selfish now ’

‘ i changed my mind. i don’t like you at all ’

‘ what a foolish god you are ’

‘ it doesn’t matter, anyway, the difference between sinner & saint ’

‘ you are a soldier first and foremost ’

‘ did you survive? ’

‘ look into the mirror. are you there? where have you gone? ’

‘ we’ve got all the time in the world, so let’s wait, okay? ’

‘ the only gods to exist are those who know worship through love ’

‘ i think you care more than you let on ’

‘ so what does it really matter, anyway? ’

‘ you’re not who you were anymore ’

‘ you told me that we’ve met before, so why don’t i remember you? i know you ’

‘ i will love and find you in every lifetime ’

‘ should the nightmares revisit you, i will be here ’

#sentence starter meme #sentence prompts #sentence starters #rp meme #rp starter #⪩⪨ ･･･ lit #⪩⪨ ･･･ original

[sculptorofcrimson]

You speak of the joy of combat, the blood of the scars and the crimson of gore. How foolish. You carrying your master’s banner high in the air, of dying for retribution, for vengeance, for justice, for treachery, for power, for immortality. How naive.

How sweet of you to think your story will matter. How endearing of you to reach for the stars. How foolish, how tempting, how painful for you to dream of oblivion, of avengeance.

How foolish of you to try.

You will die, little lamb, you will die torn apart by our artillery, scorched to the earth beneath our thunder.

Hear me now, you bloodstained filth of the earth, little more than savage hounds thrown upon blades to die. We have come to kill you, and you have come to die. We will herd you into slaughterhouses and butcher you like cattle, and there shall be nothing glorious about your death. There will be only the humiliation of oblivion, of thunder and shells as His glory brings the very sky crashing down upon you. 

We will drown you in lead, and trap you in steel. We will build walls a thousand times higher until you break yourselves upon our bulwark, we will rain death from above as you shall learn of despair.

Children of the dancing pale, abandon your hopes. Shatter your mirrors, and tear your last paintings of age-old glory to dust. You cannot dance forever, and your song has winded down to an end. We will sing you a dirge, a mournful dirge, of springtime lost and wintertime eternal as His machines grind your bones to dust and scatter you beneath their treads. Your artworks will be razed as your empire was razed, your precious stones lost as you have been lost.

Children of the dreaded night, abandon your dreams. Your empire has fallen, your siblings all alone. When you hunger, when you starve, when you waste away into a death you’ve staved off through the blood of our brethren, we will be there. When you crawl back to us to feed, with hungry eyes and hollow skin, we will be there. We will avenge our mothers you ravaged, our fathers you ravished, our sisters you snatched from their beds and our brothers you carved and butchered. We will avenge our soldiers, and the blaze of our storm will be the last thing your monstrous eyes will ever see upon this fetid earth. We are the tide, and we are unending. No matter how gracefully you dance, how horrific your song, we will drown you beneath our screams and the blaze of our guns. The song of our bullets will be the last you ever see, and we can die, happy, knowing we have been avenged. 

Children of the metallic blue, abandon your guns. Shed your mockery of compassion. Blast your boastful taunts to ash. There will be no range you can hide from, no greater good for your lesser evil. We will find you, and we will paint the earth blue with your blood. We will hunt you down, and drag you to death a thousand times over beneath the fingers of ten thousand gloved hands. 

Children of the blackened oblivion, abandon your slumber. You will scream as we have screamed when we crush your bones to oblivion, when we bury you once more in the tombs you have forsaken. Your dynasty will crumble like sands before our unending charge, your dead kings will die thrice more by our infinite hands. And when you gasp your last, the Emperor will gaze upon your broken bones, and smile. 

Children of the bleeding crimson, abandon your axes. Lay down your armor, cast down your stakes and dream of death, eternal and unforgiving. The endless Emperor is with us and we are immortal. Your charges will break upon the bulwark that is humanity. Your blades will shatter upon the armor of our endless regiments, upon the wrath that is His divine fist. You can not win. Our soldiers will cull you from above. Our shells will rend your armor to paper. You will die not like a god, nor like a man, you will die like a rabid beast, screaming in the fires of His wrath. You will die beneath the storm of our guns and the hail of our soldiers. Tonight, there will be no honor in your death, no glory for your false lord. There will only be oblivion. Pray for us, crimson ones, pray for oblivion, pray that your end is swift, and merciful. For we are unbreakable, and our march is unending.

Children of the liar’s blue, abandon your spells. Your tongues are tied, your plots have faltered. We will march resolute, and we will bring you down. Even a treacherous worm like you must kneel before reality itself. Our soldiers’ blood will clog your feathers, their dying grasps will clutch at your wings and talons until bones shatter and you are one of us now, crawling upon the earth, mortal, weak, so incredibly weak, but without our armor of faith, without the eye of the Emperor. Our soldiers’ death grip will tear out your feathers one by one. Our guns will speak the final truth you will ever know as you die like the traitor you are, squirming, helpless, and mortal.

Children of the rotting green, abandon your anguish. Your pain is nothing compared to what we have endured. We have marched through hell, we have died in hell, and we have soldiered on. We are the Astra Militarum, and there is no limit to our wrath. Our barracks will run rampant with the corpses of your infestation, and your poxes will be crushed beneath the bulk of our endless tide, for we are humanity, and we are unending. The Emperor’s light will sear you crimson and pale, His vengeful glare will scald you from that which was and that which shall be. Death will reclaim you, as death has claimed us all, yet we will endure where you will not. 

Children of the fervent purple, abandon your revels. It is we who shall revel in your death throes. You will find no satisfaction here, in the hollowed servants of His light. You will find only death, and the artisans of His wrath. You will be annihilated, your joy tampered by His rage, your dances cut short by incendiaries and blades. There will be nothing tantalizing in your death. There will only be humiliation, as the artillery annihilates your kind and our guns transform your bones to paste. You will be eradicated, completely and utterly obliterated from the face of His light, for that is the death from which no soul can recover. You will die, your song strangled, your dance interrupted, in a symphony of smoke and screaming shrapnel. 

Children of the golden light, embrace your honor. Even in death, we still yet endure. We are humanity, we are the Astra Militarium, we have held the line for eons and we will hold the line for eternity more. We were those who stayed behind, cut to the last, shredded, flayed, burned, we are those who glared down the eyes of gods with men. We are mortals, so weak, so small, yet Chaos has yet to bring us down. The Eldar have yet to break our ranks, the Necrons yet to drain the life from our corpses. We were mortals, weak in flesh and bone, so fragile, so expendable, yet we held the line.

We are mortal, and tonight, we endure. 

#astra militarum #guardsmen #drabble #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #wh40k writing prompts #sculptor of crimson #wh40k #eldar #dark eldar #chaos #khorne #slaanesh #tzeentch #nurgle #necrons #dialogue #imperial guard

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

The Lamb Breaks the Seals

The first rider: conquest

1 Then I watched while the Lamb broke one of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice of thunder, “Come out!”

2 I looked, and before my eyes was a white horse. Its rider carried a bow, and he was given a crown. He rode out conquering and bent on conquest.

The second rider: War

3 Then, when the Lamb broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature, cry, “Come out!”

4 And another horse came forth, red in colour. Its rider was given power to deprive the earth of peace, so that men should kill each other. A huge sword was put into his hand.

The third rider: Famine

5a When the Lamb broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come out!”

5b-6 I looked again and there before my eyes was a black horse. Its rider had a pair of scales in his hand, and I heard a voice which seemed to come from the four living creatures, saying, “A quart of wheat for a shilling, and three quarts of barley for a shilling—but no tampering with the oil or the wine!”

The fourth rider: Death

7 Then, when he broke the fourth seal I heard the voice of the fourth living creature cry, “Come out!”

8 Again I looked, and there appeared a horse sickly green in colour. The name of its rider was death, and the grave followed close behind him. A quarter of the earth was put into their power, to kill with the sword, by famine, by violence, and through the wild beasts of the earth.

The cry of the martyrs in Heaven

9-10 When the Lamb broke the fifth seal, I could see, beneath the altar, the souls of those who had been killed for the sake of the Word of God and because of the faithfulness of their witness. They cried out in a loud voice, saying, “How long, O Lord, holy and true, until you judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”

11 Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to be patient a little longer, until the number of their fellow-servants and of their brethren, who were to die as they had died, should be complete.

The wrath of God

12-17 Then I watched while he broke the sixth seal. There was a tremendous earthquake, the sun turned dark like coarse black cloth, and the full moon was red as blood. The stars of the sky fell upon the earth, just as a fig-tree sheds unripe figs when shaken in a gale. The sky vanished as though it were a scroll being rolled up, and every mountain and island was jolted out of its place. Then the kings of the earth, and the great men, the captains, the wealthy, the powerful, and every man, whether slave or free, hid themselves in caves and among mountain rocks. They called out to the mountains and the rocks, “Fall on us and hide us from the face of him who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb! For the great day of his wrath has come, and who is able to stand against it?” — Revelation 6 | J.B. Phillips New Testament (PHILLIPS) The New Testament in Modern English by J.B Phillips copyright © 1960, 1972 J. B. Phillips. Cross References: Genesis 3:8; Genesis 4:10; Exodus 29:12; Deuteronomy 4:10; Deuteronomy 32:43; 1 Samuel 6:20; Psalm 2:12; Psalm 76:7; Proverbs 5:5; Isaiah 2:10; Isaiah 13:10; Isaiah 34:4; Isaiah 54:10; Jeremiah 4:24; Jeremiah 14:12; Ezekiel 4:16; Hosea 10:8; Joel 2:31; Nahum 3:12; Zechariah 1:8; Zechariah 6:2-3; Zechariah 6:6; Matthew 10:34; Matthew 24:7; Matthew 27:66; Luke 15:22; John 1:29; Acts 20:24; Revelation 4:6,7 and 8

#the white horse #war #famine #terror #cry of the martyrs #Revelation 6 #Book of Revelation #PHILLIPS #J.B. Phillips New Testament Bible #New Testament in Modern English by J.B Phillips

[craqueluring]

Hannibal, 1x01, Aperitif / Hannibal, 3x12, The Number of the Beast is 666

"Will is the lamb of God?" "Hide us from the wrath of the lamb."

#mine #pluto gifs #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibaledit #tvedit #will graham #hannigram #parallels #comparatives #comparisons

[archaiclumina]

nonsense - for the random word generator prompt!

Tysm for this prompt, Sea!! Sorry it took me such a long time to finish with it. But I had a lot of fun with it! I decided to have a crack at writing an in-game version of Revelations with a distinctly Zodiark spin! The passage numbers are of course, wholly arbitrary c': but I kept them for the bible study feel haha. Seemed nonsense-y enough c:

The Book of Lingering Dark; Revelations: 1-14

1 And as I looked upon the spheres in the heavens above me, a voice cried out from everywhere, and all at one.

The one who stands upon the source of the split. Untouched by spirit and light, by darkness and salvation. You, who is from those who is and who was, and who is to come. Listen well and I will tell you how it came to pass. 2 From the fourteen spirits before my throne. Some shall remain faithful witness, the others reborn from the dead. The rulers and guardians of the first. 3 To those who love us and will free us from our sins by their blood. They have made us a kingdom, and become servant and rector to the one true source.

4 Look, she is come with the clouds, every eye will see her and all peoples on all earths will weep because of her. So shall it be. But I am the first and the last. Who is, who was, who is to come. I am he who is both alive and dead. I hold the keys of salvation.

5 Then I saw him. Like one carved from obsidian and ebony and from his eyes shone rainbows and constellations. His throne was a chasm where the moon once burned bright. 6 And surrounding his throne were fourteen, all garbed in dark robes with masks of crimson burning upon their faces and in chorus each intoned the prayer:

"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of the lingering Dark, who was, and is, and will yet return."

7 And in front of the throne was what looked like a sea of flowers turned to glass, clear as crystal, and behind the glass were living creatures. 8 Shades that wept and clawed, and sang and caroused.

And the fourteen ushered others from the shadows forward, and each was given a robe of white and told to wait with patience until the full number of their servants, their sisters and mothers, brothers and fathers, had come to stand. 9 And the fourteen asked thus:

“Is this the number that will return our salvation?”

And the number waited and bleated their fears, like lambs unto slaughter, just as the shades before.

10 Then a voice called out loudly:

“How long? Sovereign of the Dark? How many? Until the truth can be borne?”

And as I turned toward it, I saw the glass was but a mirror. The frozen flowers a reflection of a field of blooms alight behind me. And from out its gleaming circle rose a woman, holding high aloft a sword.

And thus she spoke:

“I birth a world of suffering.”

14 I looked, and there before me, a pale star, burst to life and soared skyward, and behind it followed the threads of time. And each of the fourteen clung to one as to a rope and followed with them. And each of them was given power over a fourth of the stars, to kill by sword and magics, wild beasts and cataclysms.

11 And as she brought down her sword, all the world and all its heavens and hells shook with a great tremble. The sky turned blackened pale with ash and stars fell from the sky like tears. Then the sky itself vanished, every burning sun and milk-white moon become a blot of blackest ink. 12 And every plot of earth and each mountain peak withdrew so that nothing remained but the song from the clouds and mankind stood upon nothing but oblivion. 13 Then the kings and the priests, the rich and the poor, the weak and the mighty, the living and the dead, all cried out to be saved:

“Shelter us, return us to your bounty. Hide us from the face of suffering and her song of culmination. For the great day of her wrath will come, and who among us could withstand it?”

#tysm for the prompt! <3 #it was a lot of fun! #ty for being patient while I worked on it slowly!!! #maybe there's a copy of this text somewhere in the slanted shelves hahaha c': #lorebending

[sixramirez]

“Then everyone—the kings of the earth, the rulers, the generals, the wealthy, the powerful, and every slave and free person—all hid themselves in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains. And they cried to the mountains and the rocks, “Fall on us and hide us from the face of the one who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb. For the great day of their wrath has come, and who is able to survive?””

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭6‬:‭15‬-‭17‬ ‭NLT‬‬

#christian faith #holy bible #verseoftheday #gods protection #godislove #holy spirit #christianity #god the father #christian memes #jesus christ

[romance-club-daily]

You know what reaaaaally bugs me???? In HS2 there are 7 hands on a book. WHAT S UP WITH THAT? WHAT IS HAPPENING THERE? HAND PARTY? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?? everybody talk about the possible twin half brothers of Mc but nobody talks about the HANDS??!! is it obvious what they mean/symbolize and i'm just dumb??? What is happeing with the hands??? If there are 4 horsemen why are there 7 hands?????? What is hoing on man?????

I'm so glad you asked me that! 🤭 Because maybe I have an explanation that makes sense! It's a little longer, but it's here:

In the book of revelation we have a book sealed with seven seals, they are revealed throughout history, and also along with the appearance of the horsemen. In the bible, the only one "worthy" to open these seals is Jesus. They will probably adapt in another form in the story.

In this case, these seals are prophecies of what will happen in these last times.

When the 1st seal is opened, this passage appears:

And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see. And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer. (Revelation 6:1-2).

This is one of the horsemen, not Plague, so probably Alice didn't follow the correct order of the seals, so things can change order.

On the 2nd seal:

And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see. And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword. (Revelation 6:3-4)

This probably Plague's brother, War.

3rd Seal:

And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine. (Revelation 6:5-6)

This is another horsemen 👀

4th Seal:

And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth. (Revelation 6:7-8)

I think this is Plague 👀

5th Seal:

And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth? And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellow servants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.

That probably hasn't happened yet in the story. But I'm curious to know how they'll adapt that.

6th Seal:

And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood; And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places. And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?

In this part the people of the earth are also "sealed" separating who is on the side of "God" who is not. Maybe is a reference to the resistence?

Also, this is probably when Earth will be totally destroyed.

And finally the 7th one:

And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour. And I saw the seven angels which stood before God; and to them were given seven trumpets. And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand. And the angel took the censer, and filled it with fire of the altar, and cast it into the earth: and there were voices, and thunderings, and lightnings, and an earthquake. And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound.

After this the trumpets of the angels are used and each one brings a different judgment, with more plagues and other things.

This is a lot, so I think she'll just adapt some things and change some parts.

#romance club #romance club game #клуб романтики #answered ask #ask anonymous #ask anon #rc heaven's secret 2

[inklings-challenge]

Inklings Challenge 2022: Exploring the Imagery

This year’s Inklings Challenge asks writers to incorporate at least one of seven images that have been used in Christian thought throughout the history of the Church. Each of these symbols ties to several different themes or suggests certain events in the Bible, and this post will list a few of the possible connections.

Light

“Let there be Light”: The first day of creation

God’s grace and guidance

Living openly. “Do not hide your light under a basket.”

Casting off the darkness of sin

Illumination of truth

Tree

The Tree of Life

The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil

Christ’s Cross

Man’s fall and redemption

Tree planted near running water

Tree that bears good fruit

Water

God’s grace

Redemption

Repentance

Cleansing from sin

The waters of the flood

The Red Sea

The River Jordan

Wind

The Holy Spirit

The voice of God

God’s breath creating man

Untamed power that men can’t see or control

Christ commanding the wind

Fire

The Holy Spirit

God’s guiding presence (the pillar of fire)

Destruction

God’s wrath

The fires of hell

The purifying fire of God’s grace

Bread

God’s sustaining life

Manna from heaven

The Eucharist

Hospitality

Community

God providing for his people

Wine

The joys of heaven/the Kingdom of God

God pouring out his goodness and joy to mankind

The wedding at Cana

The Eucharist

The wedding feast of the Lamb

#inklingschallenge #inklings challenge 2022 #inklings challenge imagery #writing help

[terminalfids]

will graham is the lamb of god?

hide us from the wrath of the lamb

graphite + digital, reference image from s1e01 ‘aperitif’

#hannibal #will graham #will graham fanart #my art

[terrytiger]

Revelation 6:15 And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains;

Apocalipsis 6:15 Y los reyes de la tierra, y los grandes, los ricos, los capitanes, los poderosos, y todo siervo y todo libre, se escondieron en las cuevas y entre las peñas de los montes; 

Revelation 6:16 and said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb:

Apocalipsis 6:16 y decían a los montes y a las peñas: Caed sobre nosotros, y escondednos del rostro de aquel que está sentado sobre el trono, y de la ira del Cordero;  

Revelation 6:17 for the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?

Apocalipsis 6:17 porque el gran día de su ira ha llegado; ¿y quién podrá sostenerse en pie?

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[memeingovermemes]

the blackout club -- sentence starters ( i ) :

feel free to change titles / pronouns / places where appropriate !

❝  how much damage could children do?  ❞ ❝  he cannot know. his family cannot know.  ❞ ❝  it can be saved... after it is caught.  ❞ ❝  surrender! and she will be... kind. ❞ ❝  report: the song is weak here.  ❞ ❝  a little noise?  ❞ ❝  children! she hears you now.  ❞ ❝  he knows this game. he always wins.  ❞ ❝  it is a child... they will not believe... give up.  ❞ ❝  he will find, he will forgive!  ❞ ❝  how long can it hold its breath?  ❞ ❝  the fear it feels... can be cured... ❞ ❝  the song is mercy. there are worse things in the dark!  ❞ ❝  too loud! not one of us!  ❞ ❝  voice? he found nothing, but judgement is yours.  ❞ ❝  why hide from the love of a god?  ❞ ❝  a joke at his expense? no one will tell him, as usual.  ❞ ❝  gone. the voice must be told.  ❞ ❝  she has other duties. but she knows what it did!  ❞ ❝  his insecurities! warping the song. unacceptable. ❞ ❝  these wayward children... are they even real?  ❞ ❝  add your voice to the song!  ❞ ❝  but it is safe! why run?  ❞ ❝  it is outnumbered. nowhere to go!  ❞ ❝  let her take your pain!  ❞ ❝  now we know! now we know!  ❞ ❝  they cannot outrun a dream!  ❞ ❝  this is love without the lie!  ❞ ❝  angel. he hears a wayward lamb.  ❞ ❝  she warns you. the angel knows.  ❞ ❝  yes. stay there. await the angel.  ❞ ❝  let go, child.  ❞ ❝  come home.  ❞ ❝  i have you... now.  ❞ ❝  and they shall play, side by side.  ❞ ❝  like us, now.  ❞ ❝  the angel awaits.  ❞ ❝  the voice... will know of -- this!  ❞ ❝  angel... we submit!  ❞ ❝  the wrath is come. what have they done?  ❞ ❝  dead. he cannot... he does not...!  ❞ ❝  rise! please! she needs you!  ❞ ❝  yes? ...new music?  ❞ ❝  he was not chosen, after all.  ❞ ❝  it teases her. why?  ❞

❝  as the world sleeps, i... talk to myself. and frankly, i'm delightful.  ❞ ❝  getting some background static here... could those ridiculous children have their own cell tower?  ❞ ❝  i did miss dreaming, at first. but the other night, i heard the voice repeating my words with countless mouths... that is the dream.  ❞ ❝  and i knew. it was all real. ❞ ❝  i should check the sonic fence, but -- i loathe it. ❞ ❝  maybe... my body remembers being a sleeper. such pain.  ❞ ❝  i want a transfer. maybe the woods. we have eyes on the highway... state border too.. do we have any hyper-vigilant hermits?  ❞ ❝  lots of hours blend together, but 5am has merits. you go home, lie next to her, and... well, pretend to sleep anyway.  ❞ ❝  no, ma'am, i did not meet any magical youth gangs tonight.  ❞ ❝  please, no red doors tonight. i always forget someone i know in there or... remember someone i don't.  ❞ ❝  qui-et. but hey, that's why we moved here. it's not the national radio party zone.  ❞ ❝  there's no way that my daughter's involved with that... 'club'. she tells me everything... ❞ ❝  they say that the... shape you can't see, got her. i wonder what it... does to them?  ❞ ❝  we're actively expected to think aloud, right?  ❞ ❝  ...well, i don't love that we're hunting down kids, even just to detain them. don't care if they are quote unquote 'dangerous'.  ❞ ❝  anyone else hear...?  ❞ ❝  gone, not my affair now.  ❞ ❝  heeeeeyy.  ❞ ❝  hel-looo, kiddo!  ❞ ❝  hey, we can do it this way, i've got all night. or, there's cocoa and a blanket, your call!  ❞ ❝  how did they do that?  ❞ ❝  i can hear you, kids!  ❞ ❝  if someone's here, come out!  ❞ ❝  i grew up here too, pal! i know what alone feels like! there are options!  ❞ ❝  i know how you feel! we can fix that together!  ❞ ❝  i know your parents, okay! in ways you don't. and they want you home safe!  ❞ ❝  i'll find you, then we'll talk.  ❞ ❝  i saw that!  ❞ ❝  is it the possession thing? we all have doubts, but our god can be measured, champ! it's in you, too!  ❞ ❝  is someone playing with me?  ❞ ❝  is that you, kid?  ❞ ❝  it's that damn kid!  ❞ ❝  keep making noise, pal! very helpful. ❞ ❝  lotta' noise there, kids!  ❞ ❝  no! i did not lose you! i...  ❞ ❝  no one cares like we do, okay!  ❞ ❝  no sleeper is that loud.  ❞ ❝  not gonna condescend here, you're a smart kid with some duuumb friends, but i can help.  ❞ ❝  okay, hide! we're your teachers, maybe your family... nowhere to go.  ❞ ❝  okay, kid. hard way it is.  ❞ ❝  sound the horns, old boy. the hunt is on.  ❞ ❝  so you are one of them...  ❞ ❝  so you like to be chased? fine.  ❞ ❝  they were right here!  ❞ ❝  those other kids... they don't care if you get hurt! we do.  ❞ ❝  unbelieveable.  ❞ ❝  was that a test?  ❞ ❝  what are you? 14? 15? you can turn this thing around!  ❞ ❝  who's in here?  ❞ ❝  you can hide from me... but not from them.  ❞ ❝  you got a brother, sister maybe? they know you're out here? maybe i can talk to them...  ❞ ❝  hey, kids? bottom line, we don't care about THINGS. we care about you.  ❞ ❝  really? we're just letting these vandals get away?  ❞ ❝  this looks deliberate. we'll just call you 'exhibit a'.  ❞ ❝  toddlers get frustrated, they break things. and you kids? you need a lit-tle nap.  ❞ ❝  you're young -- destruction is in your blood. i get it. let's talk!  ❞ ❝  damn kids have me shaking.  ❞ ❝  fine, but if i catch you again, i'll... (sighs).  ❞ ❝  my own echo. idiot.  ❞ ❝  no one. i thought... it was that invisible... thing.  ❞ ❝  nothing. i should report myself. i'm officially a risk.  ❞ ❝  report: hallucinations worse. if i could sleep, i'd... do that.  ❞ ❝  working too long, i guess... yeah. back to it.  ❞ ❝  come back, sport! i just wanna' talk!  ❞ ❝  don't run, bud! you could get hurt.  ❞ ❝  hey, come shake my hand!  ❞ ❝  let me take you home!  ❞ ❝  it doesn't have to hurt!  ❞ ❝  i know how you feel! we can fix that together!  ❞ ❝  it's okay! you won't remember this!  ❞ ❝  we are trying to help you!  ❞ ❝  where ya' going? gets mighty cold in the woods, kiddo!  ❞ ❝  where you going? i'm on your side!  ❞ ❝  yes, let's run. find your friends together!  ❞ ❝  you're hurting, but you don't have to!  ❞ ❝  you're in trouble, bud. let's get you out!  ❞ ❝  you are smarter than this! just stop!  ❞ ❝  hello, ma'am? yes. they're here. send it...  ❞ ❝  ma'am. we have them treed. do you happen to know a man with an axe?  ❞ ❝  sir. please send it here. it is needed. they're beyond our reach.  ❞ ❝  we need the uh... the big guns. yes. my position.  ❞ ❝  ah-aahh, you're slipping.  ❞ ❝  come home.  ❞ ❝  it's okay... it's okay.  ❞ ❝  i've got one!  ❞ ❝  let's go, child.  ❞ ❝  ey-ey. look at me. we're friends, right? yes.  ❞ ❝  it's better this way...  ❞ ❝  it's fine! you're not in trouble. you're home.  ❞ ❝  let me take allll that pain, okay, pal?  ❞ ❝  look at my eyes. right there. good.  ❞ ❝  shhh there, there. lucky little one.  ❞ ❝  there, isn't that more relaxing? 'course it is.  ❞ ❝  you're going to feel so much better.  ❞ ❝  you're safe, champ. it's alllll fine now.  ❞ ❝  how long -- can you -- keep this up...?!  ❞ ❝  get off me!  ❞ ❝  i will get free!  ❞ ❝  you can't do this!  ❞ ❝  help me find them. we need a full sweep.  ❞ ❝  here it comes, here it comes... don't look.  ❞ ❝  i'm loyal. the voice knows. please don't hurt me.  ❞ ❝  SPEAK-AS-ONE. SPEAK-AS-ONE. SPEAK-AS-ONE.  ❞ ❝  they're here. kids, yes, but dangerous. c'mon.  ❞ ❝  we are the eyes, they are the voice... and you are the hand.  ❞ ❝  well, kids... i hope it's quick.  ❞ ❝  how could this happen?  ❞ ❝  how! ...murderers. these children are murderers.  ❞ ❝  no, i'm so sorry. i should have been vigilant. i...  ❞ ❝  they killed one of us. they actually... they...  ❞ ❝  voice, as your humble host, i try to be strong, but don't our bodies... matter?  ❞ ❝  a call?  now?  ❞ ❝  huh, strange time for this.  ❞ ❝  hello? is that you, ma'am?  ❞ ❝  how are they getting these numbers?  ❞ ❝  idiocy. time to fire our crypto people.  ❞ ❝  i'll find you, kid. we'll laugh together.  ❞ ❝  what in the blue hell is that shit?  ❞

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