#trust his timing. Stay prayed up and keep the faith

[venusjeon]

faith

a rock god drabble

jungkook drags you back to the convent after having some drinks.

♔ PAIRING: rockstar!jungkook x novice!reader

♔ GENRE: 80s au, angst, fluff, humour

♔ WORD COUNT: 1k

♔ WARNINGS: religious themes, drinking, swearing, referenced non-consensual sex

♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: 16.3k wasn't enough for these two so they're back! i actually planned this for the main fic but bc i felt it was getting too long i discarded it. here it is though<3 it takes place sometime before that fateful mass...

1986

The cloister looked so beautiful at night with the moonlight raining down on the grass, the crickets singing, the columns’ shadows dancing on the floor… Wait, how were they dancing if they were the columns’? Oh! That shadow was yours, and that one Jungkook’s.

You pointed at them, slurred, “They’re ours!”

Jungkook chuckled, “Nothing gets past you, Sherlock. But keep your voice down and let’s go.”

He was dragging you by the hand through the convent, having previously dragged you from the car and before that from the venue where he performed hours ago. Jungkook had insisted you snuck out to see him again, and you had to say, this time the show had been nothing short of stellar.

“I think I tolerate your music better like this.”

“What, wasted?”

“Let’s go with merry.”

It was your first time getting drunk. The venue had stayed open after the concert—drinks on the house for Bangtan since they’d lured in so much clientele—and when your face expressed hesitance Jungkook promised fun, that he wouldn’t take a single sip to drunksit you and later drive you to the convent. Accepting had proved to be a good decision, even if right now you couldn’t remember half of the night. The one clear thing in the mist of your mind was the seductive way that guitar player had eyed you through Rock God.

“Y/N? Jungkook?” A voice made him halt and curse under his breath.

“Is it Father Jimin?” you asked in what you’d intended as a whisper. Jungkook shook his head, so you turned around to be met with Sister Daeun walking over, and started giggling at the fact that you’d confused her voice with the abbot’s. Obvious you were drunk, the shock on her face at the two of you being out of bed at such hour turned into outrage.

“What in God’s name is going on?!”

You gasped. “Oh my god, I’ve never thought about that... What is God’s name?”

Jungkook would’ve normally laughed, but this time led you to the stone base between the columns some footsteps away and had you sit, lean on one. “Stay here,” he ordered calmly and you nodded, then watched him return to Sister Daeun. “I can explain, aunty.”

“How can you possibly? You took her out and got her drunk!”

“She’s fine, she just had a few drinks. I monitored.”

“Have you forgotten she’s a novice? And what if it had been Father Jimin that woke up for a glass of milk and not me?”

“Father Jimin is not a glass of milk man.” Jungkook assured her, and you burst into giggles again.

“Tell me the truth, Jungkook.” Sister Daeun hugged herself. “Where were you taking her?”

“Well, to her cell. Where else would I–” He saw in her eyes a glimpse of the apprehension she was trying to suppress, and it took him aback. “Nice to know you think me capable of that. What, is it because I have tattoos? Because I’m in a rock band? I guess I was fucking stupid to believe you’re any different to mum and dad.”

Half of Sister Daeun felt ashamed, but the other half jumped to argue, “I see you dragging a drunk girl in the dead of the night, what do you want me to think?”

“That I’m looking out for her!” Jungkook shouted without thinking, his voice echoing across the cloister. Sister Daeun closed her eyes and prayed he hadn’t been as loud as to wake anyone up, but he didn’t care, scoffed at the lack of a response. “If you don’t trust me, take her to her cell yourself, then.”

He turned to leave and with a sigh, his aunt held out a hand to you. “Come with me.”

“No, I want Jungkook…” you whined like a kid, rushing to his side to curl your arms around his left one. Despite how mad he was, he didn’t shake you off or snap at you, instead stopped walking not to pull you into tripping.

“Y/N…” It didn’t take her long to realise separating you from Jungkook would take at least three nuns. “Fine. But we’ll have a word tomorrow.”

She left and Jungkook led you away, hands held softly but a tension lingering in the air—and not the fun one he so liked to summon. You wanted to make him feel better, but it was hard to think straight, and before you knew it you were entering your cell in pitch-black darkness.

“Goodnight,” he whispered once he’d found the bed by touch and helped you lie on it. You reached for his hand in time and pulled, forcing him to sit down.

“Don’t go yet…”

He chuckled lowly, “Scared of the dark?” and you giggled again. Gosh, why was everything so funny when drunk? Well, if you thought about it, you always found Jungkook funny. Sometimes it seemed he went out of his way to make you laugh. He was so nice to you… “Hey, YN…”

“Huh?”

It was dark, but you didn’t need light to see he was nervous. “Listen, I’m sorry about before. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed you to drink. I’m not the best influence…”

You started playing with his hand. “You didn’t push me. I had lots of fun with you and Bangtan.” Especially when Hoseok and Taehyung kept insisting you sainted them, and you kept explaining that it was sadly not in your power to do so. “I’m glad you were watching over me, because I trust you.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything else, just caressed your hands back. Only once you’d fallen asleep did he leave, the pain in his heart from earlier somewhat lessened.

Hopping into his bed, he thought it was crazy that you had that effect on him. Well… not so crazy. He’d allowed you to have it, given it to you, the one person who seemed to have faith in him. It made him scoff, how ridiculously head over heels he was, and as he thought of that he finally drifted into sleep, a comfortable smile settled on his lips.

#bts au #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #bts #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bangtan imagine #bts fic #jeon jungkook scenarios #bangtan #bts x you #jeongguk #rockstar jungkook

[baby-jaguar]

Meeting Johnny

Western AU; Mail Order Spouse Trope

WC: 2,726 CW: None

AN: I'm alive! Sorry this is so short, this was a good stopping point and I need to work on my world-building for Soap before getting to the next part. Just know- I haven't given up on this AU (It's literally my firstborn, blood, and soul, but I will be a bit slow until my brain juices stay flowing. I hope ye enjoy <3

Please see the Introduction for the explanation and precursors to the scene.

Introduction, Biography

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Johnny’s proposal to you was quick in terms of a few letters exchanged; three letters in, he invited you to come out and sent you enough money to figure out accommodations to get to him. As soon as you read those words at the post office, you ran home high on endorphins and adrenaline began packing your bags without grandiose care in the world. The fire inside you licked at the bottom of your heart, anger at staying in this shithole for far too long and feeling a sense of belonging- the sense of feeling wanted to make you have an ulterior purpose in life as if a phoenix reborn and spreading its wings while nose-diving into the unknown. When your parents came home as you zipped your bags, you sincerely couldn’t give a flying fuck as you shoved past them and began berating your parents with a grand show of a public yelling match for the neighbors to hear. 

Good for you! 

You had already planned how to get to him after receiving his first letter back; First step, buying a train ticket that led you to Santa Fe, New Mexico. From there, you had to embark on the Gila Trail, before having to buy your horse and head out on the San Diego Crossings wagon road by yourself. 

This trip was a long haul, and you prayed that Johnny would trust in your quickly established faith to wait out for you. The promise of a strong and loving man is all you could think about...

While in your adrenaline-filled escape, you hadn’t plucked the book in your room that hid his photo as a bookmark, but thankfully had grabbed the letter that gave you his directions. While you scavenge your mind to have a solid image of him, you think over his features and re-read the letters countless times.

Johnny has a background of all sorts, having grown up in a family that held their bond strong, especially after his father had passed in a mining cave-in, which rendered him the man of the house from a young age. Even in his brief telling of these events, you could tell he’s moved out to California to find a deeper meaning of himself, create the line in concrete for it to harden as he ages. 

That isn’t to say that he has lost his sense of boyishness, not at all in fact. His stories that he wrote even contained small doodles along the borders to better depict what he was writing about, and it was half your mind to cut them out and keep them as little bookmarks or place them in your wallet as a keepsake. He was playful, writing jokes about the smallest things, even letting you in on some secrets about the people in his town before you got there.

While the sense of his flame burned hot in multiple directions, deep in his hearth was a passionate man. Just as he seemed so sweet, with a flick of his wrist the writing would turn into something hot enough to make you blush, averting your eyes as your mind ran wild with his thoughts. He seems to enjoy a bubble bath… but maybe only when you’re in it with him. Even writing about the future and him stating he wants a family by any means, you could only imagine a deep possessiveness inside of him to claim you as such. Even if you were able to have his biological children or not, he’d still make sure you felt like you did.

But back to your journey. 

The course of the trains provided you an oversight of the new lands you had yet to ever see, as it was the beginning stages of territories turning into states. The rides were long, and adjusting to the set time zones was a large throw-off to your circadian rhythm. Having already traveled two states west, it was difficult to decide on which line would grant you the fastest access to Johnny. Luckily enough, a kind person in the Denver station helped point out that taking the route from northern Nevadah into California would grant you the fastest time, and ease your solo traveling. 

The kind person stated that they were in a similar situation and now waiting for the train, having a bit of time to offer some advice while making it toward their end goal. Thanking them with bountiful wishes and good luck’s in their journey, you were on your way.

It took four more days to find yourself in Temecula, California. An astonishing change from the desert lands that reflected the sun so brightly now showed the capabilities of a plush environment of greenery and clouds. The train station was reached as the sunlight began pouring in over the mountains; being quick on your feet, and from the other settlers being far too tired, you found a deal on the last remaining horse available. 

Traveling by horseback prompted challenges with reading Johnny's directions, and you did not want to admit that you were lost. The lack of directory and signage left you getting flustered already by noon and being left alone in such a rural area in between towns felt far more daunting than any part of this trip. Passing by stagecoaches who all seemed to know their way around, you filed in line through a secondary road filled with houses in the valley of the small mountains.

Three hours later and a small urge to cry while having given up on re-reading the letter, you accepted defeat when you saw someone sitting on their porch down a dirt road with his house being the only one there.

“Hi! Excuse me, sir?” The sound of your voice breaks through the stillness of the settling valley, enough to make the man look up from the table he is currently hunched over.

“Would you mind helping me out by giving me directions?” Willing yourself to not blush or shrink into your large coat, embarrassment running through your chest while in the new environment.

For a moment, the man doesn't seem to acknowledge you, having to do a double take before his eyes widen in surprise. The toothpick that was delicately hanging on his lip falls to the ground, less he even notices before he sits up straight readjusting his hat, and clears his throat.

“‘Course, my dear. How can I be of service.” His accent is rich, leading you to believe that he’s been raised in the West, and has a perfectly smooth twang to his speech as it leaves his side smile.

“I’m looking for the country store… There’s supposed to be an old Coke sign on it.” The words leave you in a higher pitch than you’d normally speak, having a handsome stranger stare at you with a wide-eyed stare as he watches your lips move. “And to be honest- I wouldn’t know if I’m in the right place to begin with.” 

As if snapped back to reality again, eye contact cut short as he blinks before looking down the road and then back to you. “Ah, store’ way down yonder with a crossing sign. If yer’ headed west then a left will take you to the interstate,” A nod confirms his sense of confidence in his directions, explaining it plain and simple as the roads that his house lies on.

The smile that crosses your face lights your eyes, and it's the most relief you’ve gotten ever since getting on horseback. “Thank you, I really do appreciate it.” Your hands pull on the reigns of the horse, already turning around to try and beat sunset before it's too dark to ride alone.

Before you’re out of earshot, “When you’re in, you gotta stop and ask Ms. Bell for somma’ her sweet tea. But remember, take a right, and you’ll end up right back here to me.” The wink that leaves him makes you question if you’re seeing things in the late light of the day, but you’re sure he can see the blush that burns your cheeks.

A laugh leaves you before nodding in response, now clicking your horse into a quick trot while you’re high on the adrenaline from the interaction. Well… at least you have a backup plan in case your bachelor doesn't work out.

Arriving far too quickly than you’d expect, the store was only a few minutes down the road and concealed by a line of trees. Hitching your horse and walking into the store on stiff legs, you plan on following the stranger's advice to get some sweet tea.

The bell above the door jingles as you walk in, catching the attention of the older woman behind the counter. Here eyes take in your form, surprised such a fresh-faced person has arrived this late into the day. “How can I help you, sweetheart?” Her voice rings out a bit rough, someone who knows how to pull her weight if trouble would arrive.

“I’m actually looking to get to someone's home near town, but I was told to make my way from this store to not get lost.” A pause as your eyes take in the scenery of the rustic store; A layer of dust settled onto the wooden floors as shelves are stocked with an assortment of canned goods, spices, and a few refrigerators labeled as eggs and milk. “Met a stranger on the way and was told I should get some sweet tea here, too.”

Her eyes, still studying you as you speak and noting your accent, or lack thereof, bring a small quirk to her face. “Well, lemme get you some of my tea while you get yourself found.” Leaving her seat she makes her way to a wall in the back, pulling out two large mason jars with a light brown liquid. 

“That stranger you met- was he small ways up north fr’mere?” The smile on her face grows as she walks back to her seat at the register as you walk forward to meet her.

“Yes… A lone house down a single road. Blue eyes, brown hair, and some stubble.” The answer is pulled from you automatically, reciting the mental image of him.

“Toothpick in his mouth?”

The question is almost absurd in how spot-on she is, but then again this is a very small town. “Yes.”

The answer makes her laugh, somewhat un-ladylike when compared to the women from your home, and the noise makes you startle in place for a second.

“That damn Johnny makes me work my ass off to keep this tea in stock. He’s been so stressed waiting for his person to come ‘nd has been drinking me straight out of this stuff.” She levels when calming down for a moment, now placing the jars in bags.

She has yet to look back up at you and fails to notice your limbs seemingly frozen in place as the air leaves your lungs. That was Johnny?

“I’m so sorry ma’am. Did you say that was Johnny? As in MacTavish?”

The rustle of the brown paper bags stops, her eyes darting up to find yours. “Well, I’ll be damned.” She murmurs lowly before a sly smile takes over her face. “You’re here, and you’re damned too good from what you made yourself out to be, sweetheart.” 

Still frozen with your mind reeling, adrenaline begins to pump back into your bloodstream while a jolt alights your muscles. “Oh- I’m so sorry ma’am, I must get going its getting late and-”

The sliding of the jars on her counter interrupts your rambling, “Ah ah, its Ms. Bell dear, and you best be taking this with you to him. Don’t worry bout nothin’ but I’m happy to welcome you to the town.” 

If you looked now, you could notice the tremor in your hands. Nodding and taking the bag, a rush of endless ‘thank you’s’ and an elated smile seats itself permanently before loading the bags on the saddle and turning back around to start galloping forward back towards where you once were.

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The sound of horses and wagons isn’t a constant to Santa Ysabel during the night hours, usually only occurring after the dayshift ends. As Johnny sits on his porch, his mind muddled with confusion as he stews over his soon-to-be partner arrives, thoughts of the stranger asking for directions makes him confused.

Fresh toothpick in his mouth as he widdles away at a bar of tallow, working to pull off glycerine for work. Surely that wasn’t a coincidence, right? The picture you sent was muddled down with water stains, and he blamed it on the damn train that sent your envelopes out this way. It was beginning sunset, and though he couldn't make out most of your features because of the coat you concealed yourself in- 

The bar of soap drops to the ground and he curses, now jumping out of his mind and into the present. 

The sound of hooves beating and approaching make him look up.

There, Here, you’re back again and the whites of your teeth are illuminated by the fading sun to show your smile.

Slowing down your horse to a stop, breathing in a slight pant as compared to your horses, the smile never leaves you.

“Figure you need some more directions, sweetheart?” His drawl leaves him, standing to make his way towards you. 

“Take off your hat.” The response is curt, and demanding in a way, but that glimmer of excitement makes it sound so sweet.

Johnny himself is befuddled for a moment, eyebrow cocked but complies anyway. Now raising the hat off of his head and holding it to his chest, his eyes answer for him. This what you wanted?

A small sound of excitement leaves you, nodding before your leg swings over your saddle, dismounting with a small jump and walking forward.

“Johnny, it's me.”

A swear leaves his mouth, accompanied by a rush of air before he drops his hat to the side and plucks hit toothpick out with it. The smile that coats his face makes him appear so young and boyish at heart as he moves forward with arms open to wrap around your hips with a low growl, “C’mere you,”

You could be embarrassed by the small squeal that leaves you, but you couldn’t give a rat's ass on anything right now. He spins you around for a quick moment, arms around your body as he lifts you easily with his strength.

Staring down into his eyes, you grab a shoulder while the other hand cups his jaw. “Didn’t know it was you until Ms. Bell said something.”

He laughs, head tilting back in bewilderment at the situation and excitement. “Talkin bout her sweet tea?” He asks while setting you down on your feet, hands never straying as he pulls you against him and traverses over your body.

“Yes, gave me some to bring home.”

The use of home sparks his heart with a bright thrum, butterflies encasing his stomach while he rumbles out a laugh. The texture of his hands is both soft and ruff, his thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones before one hand moves to brush over your hair, cupping the back of your neck.

“Well, in that case, welcome home, sweety.” The rumble sends a shiver down your spine, eyes darting over his face before settling on his lips. A breath settles before you look back into his sharp blue eyes, as he looks at you seemingly waiting for permission.

A small nod of your head and gently pulling him towards you, the band on the back of your head pulls you forward as he brings your lips together. The taste of him has a spice to it, the favor of cinnamon cotes his lips and brings a slow burn over yours while his body’s warmth brings another wave.

The stubble of his beard rubs your face- and it's a welcome feeling as compared to the winds of the valleys whipping past you. Something you’d gladly leave your skin bright red and raw from hours of the feeling.

Before growing too heated, you part with a small gasp and trail him slightly before blinking to find his smirk growing as a low rumble vibrates against you. “Let's get you settled in, then we can celebrate s’more.”

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[Who do you all think the reader met at the train station? If you get the song reference for their meeting you get two gold stars! I hope yall enjoy.]

#cod mw2 #task force 141 #call of duty #tf141 #call of duty modern warfare #captain john mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #tf141 x reader #john mactavish

[digenerate-trash]

False safety:

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Jordan -

Jordan has a desire to save you. When he first lays eyes on you you're so close to being lost in the darkness of this town and it's up to them to save you. 

Jordan knows that it's wrong to play favorites but you're new to the temple. And who better to show you around but his best and purest initiate? He sends you to Sydney right away.

You're oh so sweet when you tend to the church. Organizing books and helping other initiates clean the rooms. Though Jordan likes seeing you tend to the garden the most. The care you put into it. The sweat on your brow as you work. Your face flushes red as you admire your work. He's happy to see you doing everything you can to help.

When someone offers you a cup of wine he quickly intervenes. Nothing can happen to you on his watch. Nothing can ever happen to you...

Jordan finds himself offering you lodging. Make sure to prepare your meals. 

Even steering away your caretaker when he comes around looking for you. 

Jordan keeps you safe. He likes it better that way. Even when the day has been rough he talks to you. Long hours neglecting his duty to care for you and your needs.

Jordan wants to keep you pure and safe. It becomes an obsession. 

He removes you from school. He hides you away deep in the temple. The other initiates barely see you. 

Jordan even gives you a new name. He calls you "lamb" and the other temple members quickly adopt it for you as well. 

You barely see Sydney anymore... only during service or special occasions. 

Jordan of course keeps you entertained and happy. Even if you aren't allowed to leave anymore he grabs you whatever you need. 

Jordan Even gets you little gifts woven items gold jewelry trinkets and rare things. He presents them to you carefully. He loves how you examine each piece. 

Jordan shares his prayers with you. He whispers them in your ear and holds you close as he wishes for the future. His life. The temple. All good things- he could never pray for harm... 

But he also confesses things to you. Things you wish you could un-hear Jordan's worries and fears. His faith and how it shakes when he sees you. How much his love has changed him. How he fears he's wasted years worshiping the wrong God. 

Jordan only knows the temple and the love he feels for his God. 

But now that God is you.

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Charlie -

Charlie likes you pure! He does. He prefers it when you're not all over him. Because he's a closet weirdo. 

Charlie likes it when you show up on time. Neat and clean and happy. 

In class always professional. Keeps up his reputation. He helps you with your posture and keeps his distance nothing too intimate. He doesn't play favorites or make anything awkward. You trust him. 

He gets you well-paying jobs. He treats you nicely. He even replaces your dancing shoes when he finds out your old ones are improper. 

He's your coach. And your friend. 

But at night he's entirely different. He pays Bailey for shots of you. He heads to the brothel on his off days and wears a mask as he watches you. Of course, you would waste your talents here... 

He even pays for a room with you just to blindfold and fuck you ruthlessly. 

He thought that would be it. But stalking you in his off time becomes a bit of a habit. 

Charlie won't outright say he has an obsession with you. He won't even admit it's a crush. But he does end up staying longer nights at the brothel when he knows you working. ✦•····················································•✦•···················································•✦

Darryl -

Darryl wants you safe. They always wanted you safe ever since they met you. 

Darryl becomes protective and frightened for you as soon as they meet you. They cling to you like nothing else and keep your working hours long but not particularly hard.

Darryl keeps creeps away from you. Even banning them from the strip club if they go too far

The dancers consider you Darrl's little sibling. They're always beside you while you tend the bar and work together 

Darryl even slips you their tips as well. They don't want you to head to Bailey empty-handed.

Darryl never wants anything to happen to you. So they keep you so close it's a bit suffocating.

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Sam -

Sam knows. 

Sam knows it's your "cream" that keeps the bakery running but is in deep denial. 

Sam licks the bowl and knows the taste. He's no stranger to this freakish town. He's bought from Remy before he knows the taste...

But you? You're so innocent. You would never...

So Sam stays in denial. But he still eats the cream buns. He still licks the bowl he still looks over you as you try to act innocent. Face blushing your heart beating out of your chest. He'll look over the kitchen before leaving you to do your work again. 

Sam loves that you're so dedicated. You work so hard that you make sure to clean up after yourself. And you always come to work happy. 

Sam loves that for you but once you decide to let the secret out. He can't deny it anymore. He can't pretend you're just some talented baker... he has to face what you are. 

At first, it seems like he takes it well. "The secrets out" he laughs before steadily moving on. But it bothers him. 

He still keeps you around... he lets you work how you like. He doesn't want to hurt his business after all. 

Eventually, Sam get more hands-on with your baking. He wants the best product after all. He helps you get off he pushes you far beyond your limits just to get everything out of you. 

He starts calling you a cash cow as a nickname. 

It's a little mean-spirited but he says you owe him this. 

Sam thinks you owe him a lot... ✦•····················································•✦•···················································•✦

Niki -

Niki is so happy to have a new muse! And they aren't shy about it either. 

After about two months of mediocre models and no excitement, it's fun to have you around. 

You're full of life and you're beautiful. Your body is a marvel and Niki is going to capture every angle of it. 

Niki loves your posters every time they make a new one they are so eager to show it off. They just want the world to know about their little muse. 

they’ve seen creep shots of you. Images where you're passed out. Videos of you being molested or raped. 

they feel for you... but they are also horrified by the lack of artistry put into them

Niki will spend hours with you recreating those horrific photographs and videos to make them more suited to you. Niki is spending hours making sure to get every angle and detail correct 

Of course, sometimes Niki will go too far. If you're not scared enough he'll instruct other models to hurt you. Hold you down more. Or to go rougher than agreed. It's all about getting your emotions on film after all. And everyone knows authenticity shows up much better. 

They never take your complaints seriously. You just don't understand how important this is. When you see the final product you'll be grateful they pushed you. 

At the end of the day though Niki will wrap you up in silk sheets and pet you so sweetly they'll say you were such a good model you did everything right. 

And when Niki shows off their collection of you in their folders you'll see that Niki favors the ones where you're frightened or in pain. 

Niki will show off the album with stars in their eyes. Running their fingers along every photograph outlining your perfect features. 

Niki doesn't think they'll ever get bored of you

#jordan the pious #Charlie the dance coach #darryl the club owner #sam the cafe owner #niki the photographer #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #tw stalking #tw rape #tw molestation #tw body fulids #no i will not do morgan. hes been a terrible boy.

[angelsanarchy]

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TW: Antisemitic verbiage, hate speech

Oystein had gone to work the next few days trying not to smile so much. Y/n called the shop everyday and they talked for almost an hour. The others thought he was jerking off in his office because he kept locking the door. The last thing he needed was any of them getting suspicious or asking him too many questions about his private life.

Today was different though. She walked through the door with a smile on her face and a brown bag in hand, ignoring everyone else in the shop.

"Hey." Oystein couldn't help but smile looking at her.

"Hi, I brought you lunch." She held the bag up and he laughed.

"I didn't even order anything yet." Oystein looked in the bag and she rolled her eyes.

"As if you weren't going to order from us anyway." Y/n leaned on the countertop and Oystein leaned forward to steal a kiss.

"Thank you. You want to stay and eat with me?" He asked extending his hand. She nodded taking it and following him down stairs instead of to his office.

"Let me grab a drink." He had never taken her down to the Black Circle hangout. She waited in the doorway as he retrieved a coke and a beer from the fridge. She doesn't bother talking to any of the others. She keeps her eyes on Oystein but when Varg stands up, both their attention is turned to him.

"Aren't you a Jew?" Varg blurted.

"Excuse me?" Y/n responded.

"I was going to ask what your thoughts were on these church burnings but then I realized how disgustingly Jewish your last name was." Varg's words were dripping with disdain but everyone else remained silent.

"Back off Varg." Oystein crossed the room towards Y/n but she held up her hand letting him know she was okay.

"That's a lot of talk coming from a guy who had to change his name to fit into his own bullshit narrative." Y/n's words made some of the others look at Varg confused.

"You know, you have some nerve coming in here. You aren't one of us. You could never be apart of what we're creating." Varg seethed.

"You're hanging out in the basement of a record shop talking about idiots who burn buildings down as if that's going to overrun the faith of those people. Newsflash, dumbass...they're buildings. No one was praying in them anyway. They were all rundown and considered historical." Y/n argued.

Varg made a move towards Y/n and Oystein put his hand on his chest.

"I'm serious...back off." Oystein was stern making Varg grit his teeth.

"I don't care if you're fucking her or not. She doesn't belong down here. She clearly doesn't agree with things the Black Circle does so she needs to be gone...now." Varg locked eyes with Oystein and he knew how tense the situation was.

"You're fucking a Jewish chick?" One of the others asked.

"Who I fuck has nothing to do with any of you jerkoffs." Oystein spat.

"Then don't bring a kike in here!" Varg challenged.

"Trust me, I don't want to be in your black metal circle jerk-" Varg shoved Oystein and this time the room moved. Hellhammer stepped into Y/n's side and pulled her back into the hallway to get her out of the fray as Oystein and Varg started arguing. He escourted her back upstairs and he told her to stay in the office. When Hellhammer got back to the bottom of the steps, Oystein ran into him.

"Is she okay?" He asked in a rush.

"She's fine man...but he's right." Oystein looked offended but Hellhammer quickly explained.

"She's not safe around Varg. You know that. He's fucking crazy with that Nazi shit. You know I don't have a problem with her at all, just maybe keep her from downstairs." Hellhammer watched Oystein's face soften before giving him a nod. They both could hear the others talking about gassing her just a few steps below but Hellhammer put his hand on his shoulder.

"Fuck them. Just go eat lunch with your girlfriend man." Oystein continued up the steps thinking about what Hellhammer had just said. He hadn't actually talked to Y/n about being exclusive but he knew that he wasn't seeing anyone else. He could only assume she was only talking to him as well. He also made a great point about Varg.

For some reason, Y/n was able to get under his skin like no one he had ever seen before. It was scary. Oystein walked into his office and saw Y/n sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

"Are you okay?" He asked frowning. He sat across from her sitting the drinks down on the table. She nodded her head.

"Are you burning churches down Oystein?" She asked sounding exhausted. He let his head fall slightly and she sighed.

"Please tell me I'm not going to regret getting into this with you. I need to here, out of jail, not dead. I can't handle losing anyone else." She explained reaching out for his hands.

"I know. I don't want you to regret being with me. I want to give you a reason to be a proud girlfriend." Oystein tried making her laugh.

"You just trying to slip that in there huh?" She put her hand on his cheek and he gave her a soft smile.

"I'm sorry that the answer to your question is disappointing but I won't be involved moving forward. You have my word." Kissing her hand.

"Good because I'm not visiting my boyfriend in lock up." She smiled making him laugh.

"Wow you wouldn't visit me? Not even to sneak in some good food?" Oystein teased.

"Not even then. You'll have to tough it out but you'll definetly need to cut all that pretty hair if you have to do an extended stay." She ruffled Oystein's hair and he leaned over kissing her lips. The two of them heard the others being loud downstairs and he walked over to lock the door so they could enjoy their lunch together. This is the life Oystein never expected to love but sitting in a record shop that belonged to him, with the girl he loved, eating his favorite food...this is the life he never dreamed of but was damn happy to have.

In the back of his mind though, the fear of having someone so precious to him near people as violently motivated as Varg put him on edge. He had to keep Y/n safe from this world.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #Alkaline Series #One shot series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #25/35

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Hi! I love your writing and I just wanna request a headcanon where God Vil, Jamil and Rook felling in love with their faithful high priest/priestess? Gender neutral please and have a good night!

I loved writing this prompt :) Also I chose the name acolyte just to keep it gender-neutral.

Here’s the first god post I did

God!Vil, Jamil, and Rook + failing for their faithful acolyte

Vil Schoenheit

Vil noticed how you dedicated yourself to the performances that were held in his name and how reverently you prayed to him. He decided to meet you in a dream to see if you were truly someone worth his attention.

When he spoke to you, he saw how you were so humble and honored to be in his presence. As he kept talking with you, the more he didn’t want your dream to end. He quickly wanted to keep talking with you, learning about you, just being with you.

You woke up with tears in your eyes, but also with newfound love in your heart. For weeks after, you felt a comforting presence where ever you went.

Vil also started to make more appearances to you, some even outside of dreams. He trusted you enough to see him in a physical form; something he has only done a handful of times before.

He guides you to the center of a decaying forest, something that should be a huge red flag and told you of how you made him feel. You touched his very core and he wanted nothing but to have you by his side for all of your days.

“I understand that this is a very unorthodox request, but please at least listen to me. Would you like to spend eternity with me?”

Jamil Viper

Jamil takes note of every person that enters his temples; newcomers are very few and far between, after all. You were someone that he has been watching over for quite a while now; you were one of the few fortunate followers to have been given the title of “head acolyte”.

He’s become comfortable enough with you to make his presence known immediately. Usually he uses snakes as messengers but for you, he lets you see his physical form.

It’s obvious that he cares for you but he wasn’t aware how much he did until you weren’t seen near his temples for a while. Worry completely washed over him as he tried to communicate with you using a mirage. While he was trying to locate you, he found himself unwilling to want to live without you any longer. That he…loved you.

He was able to find that you’ve fallen ill and were unable to leave your home. He went to your side immediately; status be dammed, and nursed you to proper health. Before he removed his presence from your home, he confessed to you the feelings he was making sense of while he stayed with you.

“I never realized that I could harbor such feelings for a mortal. I will always be with you, in this world and the next.”

Rook Hunt

You caught his eye the very first time you had entered his temple. The way you spoke, walked and smiled just made him know that you were a safe person to be around.

That feeling never faded while you climbed the temple ranks. In fact, it seemed to get more intense. Rook started to wonder what life would be like with you next to him, as a partner in the hunt and in everything else.

He realized that these feelings that he had definitely weren’t going away anytime soon, so he thought to find out whether or not you shared his feelings. He gave you small “tests” like answering honestly when asked about your opinion of his temple. He was just trying to see if your pupils dilated when you thought of him.

After confirming that you indeed have feelings for him, he will prepare the best night of your life. In his eyes at least. It was a trip through a meadow that ends with a picnic. Everything was freshly retrieved by yours truly.

“Mon bien-aimé, will you allow me to call you my partner? I promise to stand by you, through all your triumphs and tribulations.”

#twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #vil schoenheit x reader #twst vil #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #jamil viper #twst jamil #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #rook hunt #twst rook #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader

[thewanderer-000]

Sleeping Over Far Cry 5 Edition(fluff)

Another random writing thing. It's somewhat long. Or short, you decide.

(Platonic and romantic)

Adelaide Drubman: strictly platonic, she doesn't want to give Xander a reason to not trust you. But she flirtatious says she can keep a secret if you can, but it's a joke. You think. Nothing happens, honestly she kind of scares you, you're not ready for her brand of frisky.

Romantic: you weren't ready, Adelaide takes lead and you're putty in her hands. Honestly she makes you, her and Xander a throuple, ready or not you'll be putty in her lovely and capable experienced hands. You all sleep cuddling.

Jess Black: she complains about sleeping indoors, till it's actually time to sleep but she's out like a rock once her head hits the pillow. Snores super loud but it's fine so long as you don't have to sleep in the same room as Jess.

Romantic: she isn't particularly fond of closeness with just anyone but when Jess picks you, you can't sleep without her snore in your ears or by you.

Grace Armstrong: quiet, and gets more quiet then she says good night and she is off to do her nightly routine before going to sleeping. But she does have her nights when sleeping isn't capable, especially when she's anxious. Sometimes she and Jess are up late playing cards with Sharky and others.

Romantic: she gets more quiet but rests on you till she wants to sleep. You'll pick up her routine and sleep patterns for the most part, but she definitely will stay by you instead of going and playing cards or talking.

Nick Rye: kinda chatty, gets more chatty as he gets tired, then Grace and Adelaide tells him to go to bed. He does, if they don't Kim usually tells him to go to bed and he will.

Romantic: definitely enjoys the throuple aspect of this arrangement, Kim has someone who is awake when she is or when he's awake. But they just talked about Kim's pregnancy, you all are just excited.

Hurk Drubman Jr.: he can sleep anywhere and will if you let him, sometimes when drunk he can sleep standing up. Sharky and Nick like to stack beer cans on or around him, but it takes quite a bit for that to happen.

Romantic: if you're not joining Nick and Sharky in Hurk Jenga, you are snuggled up with Hurk. Most likely using him as a pillow.

Sharky Boshaw: tries to fight his sleep but gets cranky, Nick offers him a beer and a chair then he's out. But most times he's up late with Grace and Jess, he'll offer to play cards even though he sometimes forgets what they're playing.

Romantic: with you and Sharky, you're listening to him read his furry fanfic in privacy of Boshaw manor. Falling asleep wherever you were, Sharkys sweater covering you like a blanket as he's cuddled up next to you.

...

Faith Seed: makes flower crowns, plays catch with you if she finds a baseball lying around. Knows enough science stuff to do little quick experiments, likes to read anything. If she finds something that would interest you, she'll read it out loud to you, once you're asleep she will go to sleep.

Romantic: any article of your clothing Faith is wearing, except for pants they're too big on her, you're both wearing her flower crowns. She'll sleep same time as you, you both look thrashed because the flower crowns fell apart.

John Seed: after organizing his homemade beauty products he's reading a book enjoying his reads till bed time, does his routine. Once he's done it's time for bed, John doesn't say but he likes being close to someone when asleep. You wouldn't have known if you hadn't woke up with his hand holding yours.

Romantic: almost keeps his routine but with you in the same room, John is more interested in what you are doing. Just asking what your doing as his hand finds your arm or shoulder. Once in bed he's got you in his arms, and you'll mostly stay there, John will sleepily look for you if you roll away. Kind of cute when you intentionally roll away.

Joseph Seed: praying, conversing with God after dinner, will read to you when giving you a private sermon. When you go to sleep you can hear him pray for everyone safety, he'll say you're name as well. Honestly you wonder if he's actually sleep or just doing meditation after the whole prayer. It was pretty long, though you'll just stay where are, no need to disturb Joseph.

Romantic: Somewhat similar to John, essentially does prayer. Uses your pet name in his nightly prayer, likes to sleep close but will move closer. On stormy nights will need to be touching you.

Jacob Seed: he's not sure about sleeping over, but what's another night of not enough sleep. Smokes and observing everything, once he's finished outside he will clean his weapons then reads if he still can't sleep. When you can't sleep either, you join Jacob and you both end up discussing his choice in book. The debate on the book puts you both to sleep.

Romantic: does what needs doin', but still has a tendency to be awake. Even though he gets in bed at the same time as you, he can't sleep, unless you're sleeping on him he will be reading. But doesn't push you away if he wants to read, he's lucky if you can't sleep either. Though likes it better when you both sleep on the hunting stand in the trees.

#Far Cry 5 #FarCry5 #writing #random #Adelaide Drubman #Jess Black #Grace Armstrong #Nick Rye #Hurk Drubman Jr. #Sharky Boshaw #Faith Seed #John Seed #Joseph Seed #Jacob Seed

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

the number 30 “Why have you been hiding this from us?” for the 5th bishop Y/n who they hide the remain lamb from other bishops since Y/n doesn’t believe the prophecy and didn’t betray narinder but didn’t say it, that way when the bishop finish off the Lamb but didn’t know Y/n secretly hide others and the prophecy didn’t work so after narinder revive the lamb for exchange to make a cult after the defeat narinder Y/n shows up explain to lamb and narinder they been helping both of them but lamb didn’t trust Y/n so they show the remaining of the lamb and tell narinder that they didn’t betray him wanna try a happy ending for lamb and hope I didn’t broke any rule

'Screw the prophecy. Narinder would never be a threat to the Old Faith! He simply thought a little different from us..is that a crime? It doesn't make sense.’

Indeed, you couldn’t understand your fellow bishops’ decision to seal away Narinder for eternity. It seemed wrong,..unfair.

They lost their sight, throat, ears, and mind, and sought to slaughter an entire species.

All for what? To ensure some foolish prophecy didn’t come to pass?

You understood them butchering or driving out the weaker gods that once dwelled in these lands to establish their rule, but to murder every single sheep until they went extinct seemed blasphemous at best. In your heart, you knew they were innocent. They’ve done no wrong and just wanted to live in peace as farmers and gatherers--not sacrificial offerings that’ll somehow keep Narinder condemned.

It was wrong. You couldn’t stand by and watch them do this.

What you had done in retaliation was essentially betrayal. One that would surely sentence you to a fate worse than death if they ever found out.

But then again, they were the ones who betrayed Narinder as well. So who was truly in the right?

Being a bishop with a cult that prioritized defensive magic, you were able to cloak a small family of sheep within your realm. They were more or less invisible to the naked eye, and you kept them alive through blessings and immortality necklaces. All of them understood the situation and swore to secrecy, praying to you in exchange for your protection.

Alas, you failed to hide one in particular. And so that lamb was caught, falsely believed to be the final sacrifice that would imprison the ‘heretic” for all eternity.

You joined your fellow bishops at the ritual, pretending like you despised all lambs and hoped to see the prophecy unfulfilled.

But soon after..the Lamb had risen, swinging at their enemies with their crusader’s blade--the Red Crown atop their head.

It was incredible.

Narinder had made them into their vessel.

Which means the plan failed.

As Leshy and the others expressed their dismay, you internally rejoiced.

After that, the Lamb embarked on many crusades, forming a cult that solely worshipped your shackled brother. While they gathered many followers from all the realms of the bishops, yours remained completely hidden. But that wasn’t a problem for you.

In fact, your family urged you to stay in hiding while they dealt with the Lamb--as their realms were holding the chains that kept Narinder down below. 

They could only be broken by their deaths..foreseen by Shamura and witnessed in real-time by you through a crystal ball.

Even with their most terrifying displays of power and monstrous forms, they all fell one by one at the Lamb’s hand. The sheep themselves took great pride in this as they ripped out their hearts, cheers of loyal followers surrounding them as they returned to their cult.

Did you feel anguish for your family? A little. In your heart, they would always be your family in the end..and to see them gone forever was a tragedy in itself. 

But it had to be done.

...................

Even now, Narinder hadn’t noticed you. Nor did he seem aware that your influence resulted in the Lamb being sent straight to him..though for now, that was for the best.

Knowing how greedy for power your brother was, you quickly realized that once his chains were broken..he wanted one last thing.

The Lamb themselves.

As the final sacrifice to free him and reshape the broken Old Faith into his image, you had no idea what would become of the innocent followers of these lands.

Or what would become of this family of sheep you’ve sheltered. But you could imagine it to be a dreadful world that you’d never want to be apart of.

And to defy a god more powerful than you...was a death wish.

You observed Lamb as they entered the afterlife realm, anxious as they chose a weapon and a curse, unsure of why they needed such things. But when they saw Narinder had captured their followers and demanded them to be sacrificed..you could practically feel their anger through the crystal medium.

After being promised that they’ll live as long as their cult remained strong...they learn that they were always meant to be a sacrificial lamb.

Only now was the right time.

They refused and shrieked demonically as they summoned their weapon, readying themselves for the upcoming fight as Narinder scolded them furiously.

And thus, the betrayer had become the betrayed.

You watched as Aym and Baal stood up to protect their master, only to fall at the Lamb’s feet soon after. They fought impressively, but they were no match for the sheep's might.

Then it was Narinder's turn.

Unchained, he attacked them with fireballs and chains, and while he was initially defeated...that wasn't all he was capable of.

He dragged Lamb into the underworld, becoming a horrid behemoth as he raised crucifixes from the ground--a follower attached to each one. Their blood was absorbed by Lamb to use in their final showdown, slashing at their former idol's eyes that floated around them.

Until Narinder himself was finally vulnerable.

He was swiftly beaten into submission at last, reduced to a mortal vessel in the form of a feline---not at all different from the followers Lamb commanded.

Surely, this would have been the moment where they took their revenge and killed him for his betrayal.

But to your surprise, they instead spared his life..in exchange for his indoctrination. Despite his protests, he was sent back to the cult through the portal, and the kidnapped followers were finally freed.

What irony: a god becoming a humble servant to the cult created to worship him.

You didn't expect this outcome, though you welcomed it nevertheless.

Maybe it was meant to end this way.

Since Narinder was no longer a threat, you figured now was the right time to reveal the truth to both of them. You owe it to him and to the family of sheep who also became aware of Lamb's actions.

But you couldn't simply show up in the cult. uninvited. And you certainly didn't want to reveal your realm's door to Lamb. They couldn't come here alone; you needed them both.

So you did the next best thing:

Kidnapping Narinder to lure Lamb to you.

............

Narinder yelled as he was whisked away from the temple grounds and deposited right into another realm. He tumbled at your feet, but he immediately got up and glared at his kidnapper.

Only to realize it was...

“Wha..[y/n]?! You’ve been here this whole time?” He blinked with disbelief as he dusted off his robe. “I..I don’t understand..”

“I’ve missed you, brother. I have a lot to tell you and the Lamb.” You smiled fondly at his small form. Crouching down would seem patronizing, so you just kept your gaze on him instead. “I know you must think I betrayed you..but I never did. That’s why I’m still here.”

As you could see the gradual distraught in his expression, you frowned slightly. “I never wanted to see you exiled, but speaking out would’ve spelled doom for me, too. So I had to hide my true feelings. Forgive me for-”

“You were here all this time..and did nothing to help me..”

“Brother, I-”

“YOUR SILENCE WAS COMPLIANCE WITH THEIR HERESY!” Narinder sudden shouted. “It makes you no different from them! You did nothing to free me!! You let me them take me away!! YOU LEFT ME TO ROT, COWARD!!!” Furious tears welled in his eyes as he stormed closer to you, claws drawn out to swipe-

Only for you to pick him up by the scruff of his neck, holding him away from your face. “I understand your anger,” you sighed sadly. “But I had to ensure they couldn’t halt the prophecy--the true prophecy of the Lamb freeing you, not this nonsense of you being in eternal captivity.”

Slowly, he started to calm down, his anger replaced with confusion as he blinked. “You..You brought that prophecy to fruition? But they were the last Lamb in the world..weren’t they?”

“Not exactly, you see I---ah, just in time.” You noticed the arrival of the Lamb themselves and saw their alarmed expression.

Immediately they had their weapon drawn and demons flanked at their sides, but you calmly set Narinder down. “Be still, little Lamb.” You hushed. “I am not your enemy. I’m the reason you were able to come back to life and fulfill the true prophecy.”

Blinking, they looked to the feline in confusion, before glaring back at you. Obviously, they weren’t going to easily trust a Bishop’s words, so you knew now was the time to show them both the truth.

“My brethren thought they found the last Lamb in all the Old Faith, but they were wrong and failed in their goal. I’ve hidden a small flock in my realm..because I didn’t believe an entire slaughter of one’s species was fair. I risked certain death by doing so..but they are still here, alive and well.”

Both of them were astonished by the revelation, especially Lamb. But they seemed frustrated as well, which made you tilt your head. “I’m telling you the truth-”

“W-Why..?”

“...pardon?” 

“Why have you been hiding this from us?” They whispered, tears in their eyes as their hands shook. “I-I wasn’t the last of my kind? I grieved for my friends..a-and family..for nothing?”

Your heart ached for them, knowing you’ve withheld this information for years and felt guilty about it every day. “I couldn’t let them into your cult until all the other bishops were slain. They would’ve had them killed in front of you just to see you crumble..it simply wasn’t safe yet. I’m sorry.”

"I get why you had to do it, but..if this is some sick joke-”

“Lamb, I’ve known [y/n] for many things...” Narinder spoke up, for once in your defense. “A liar or jokester isn’t among them.” Then he glanced at you, his gaze much softer. “I see what you had to do..and why it had to be done that way. I suppose I owe you an apology.”

“All is forgiven, brother.” Your smile returned as you looked to Lamb, offering your hand to them. “I can take you to them right now. They’re waiting for you, my friend.”

With a smile on their own face, and tears running down their cheeks, Lamb finally withdrew their weapon. And they decided to take one more leap of faith and grasp your hand.

“Please..I want to see them.”

#this took longer than expected hahd #clanask #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #bishop reader #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #platonic #angst/horror prompt

[goodnewstimelesstruths]

the picture of the old woman with a cane

Some time ago, while praying, a picture came to my mind of an old woman, weak and decrepit, leaning on a cane for support. She limped along, managing to press on little by little, but with great difficulty. Then a man, Jesus, stepped forward. His presence immediately flooded the space around them both with the warm light. She looked up and, recognizing him, broke into a smile that shone of delight and relief. She dropped her cane and leapt into his arms. As soon as Jesus embraced her, the woman became young. Her back straightened, her wrinkles disappeared. The vitality in her body and face revived. Although I cannot say for certain this picture came from God, I think it does illustrate something important that can be supported by Scripture. All of us were created by God in his image. We were created to be in relationship and fellowship with Him. If we are not walking with God—if we are relying on something else to help us stay upright, to keep pushing forward—then we will not get very far, and eventually whatever that 'something else' is will fail us. Like the old woman’s cane, it’ll crack and rot. It cannot hold up forever. Only God, who always is and will be, and who is the ultimate source of goodness and love, can grant us the strength that endures, that can hold us up through the uncertainties and trials of life.

Only by trusting in Jesus and following him can we find true hope, purpose, and fulfillment. No amount of money or validation or success will ever feel like enough. But the salvation offered to us through faith in Jesus is enough. Jesus is always ready to welcome you into his arms, for in him is life, and life in abundance. 

Matthew 11:28-30 CSB

“Come to me, all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, because I am lowly and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Isaiah 40:31 CSB

but those who trust in the LORD will renew their strength; they will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not become weary, they will walk and not faint.

#God #jesus #christianity #faith #Christ #hope #Bible #gospel #salvation #goodnewstimelesstruths

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere leshy hehe

Murder child. His wiki doesn't give a personality so I just pulled one from his voicelines/dialogue.

Yandere! Leshy Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Religion, Cults, Isolation, Murder, Sacrifice, Jealousy, Forced affection, Forced worship, Abuse of power, Violence.

Leshy is the youngest of the Bishops.

He is overly eager and easily annoyed.

The worm is also childish at times.

He believes himself as strong and sometimes overly confident.

Like a child, he believes himself to be capable even when he isn't.

Leshy has also been blinded by TOWW, his senses are enhanced around him.

The Green Crown sees for him at times, but his hearing is even better.

Leshy, out of all the Bishops, seems the most likely to throw tantrums.

Heket is moody but not childish, Kallamar is skittish and barely has any rage, and Shamura is too mature to be enraged so easily.

Even with Narinder, he too never had childish tantrums

Leshy would, like the other Bishops, fall for a darling of his territory.

You live in the lush forest of Darkwood, the region ruled by Leshy.

You could follow his teachings or not.

If you do, he commends you for being so faithful to him.

He loves your loyalty to The Old Faith.

He'll spare your execution and try to convert you.

If you don't entirely believe him but aren't opposed to the Old Faith...

He likes the idea of more followers.

Leshy is probably a Bishop who'd promise you blessings if you swear loyalty to him.

He'd also get frustrated and easily jealous over his darling.

Leshy would probably make something up about you being his chosen one.

The follower that shines above the others in a way.

It's more of an excuse for several reasons.

He wants his siblings to allow him to keep you close.

He's also trying to rationalize this fondness he has towards you.

Lastly, he wants you to believe and trust him.

Your loyalty and faith is what gives him strength.

When Leshy manages to meet with you alone, among the gardens of flowers in his region, he likes affection.

The worm is so much larger than you due to the crown on his head, but he loves the feeling of your smaller hands touching his head.

The feeling against his leaves makes him realize even more that he adores you.

Leshy has hands/arms despite being worm-based.

He mutters praises towards you, using hearing and touch to sense you.

He looks scary due to being a Bishop and the bloody bandages, but he's so gentle with you.

Leshy is similar to Kallamar in terms of affection, he leans into it like it's the best thing he's ever felt.

Unlike Kallamar, he's less submissive to you despite you being his most important follower.

Leshy's behavior would probably be Affectionate, Temperamental, Obsessive, Manipulative, and Demanding.

Most of your time is being summoned by Leshy to either his temple or a garden he made in your honor.

The garden is filled with pretty crystals that Kallamar gave him and flowers coat the area.

Leshy felt his most precious disciple needed a precious space to flee to.

This is your most common spot to meet at.

Leshy often comments how the area accents your looks....

His siblings find his fondness towards you a bit strange.

He sacrifices other followers, but never you?

You also have a garden?

They ask for what his plans are and Leshy hates that they're so nosey.

"They are mine, that is all."

Leshy definitely dislikes it when other followers cozy-up-to you.

They wonder how you became their Bishop's favorite.

Leshy's response? Hiding you in your garden and calling for their sacrifice.

"They do not understand us... no one does. Pay them no mind. Just stay faithful to me."

Jealousy makes him upset.

To keep him in a good mood, he likes feeling you beside him.

It calms him greatly.

Just you and him... in your garden... sitting amongst the flowers.

The Bishop is also obsessive about keeping you loyal.

Even in your garden, a statue of him looms over you.

One you are expected to pray to....

You are easily manipulated as a follower.

Propaganda from other followers spreads like a disease.

If you even think about dissenting, Leshy corrects you.

He sits you in his temple and lectures you.

He says he's done so much for you.

The garden was made for you, by his order...

Why would you want to leave Darkwood?

Do you not trust him?

He's demanding, like a child not taught proper manners.

He demands affection and praise...

He demands you to worship him...

He demands you not to leave.

Leshy, in my HC, would probably be able to manipulate the flora somewhat in Darkwood.

Think about it... Leshy holds you in your garden by vines, his personal form of chains.

Until you're loyal and allow him in your heart, you can stay right there...

Don't be so sad!

He thinks you're even more beautiful than the garden he keeps you in... like a flower meant for him.

#yandere cult of the lamb #yandere cotl #yandere leshy #yandere bishop leshy #yandere cotl leshy

[soliloquy-dawn]

soul

Jegulus microfic - prompt: swear (august 1st), 827 words, @jegulus-microfic

Part 2, 3, 4, 5

CW: explicit, cheating

Regulus takes his shoes off before slipping soundlessly into the flat. His boots are heavy, their soles thick and black, covered in grime from trudging through the muddy field. The gig ended in a flash of lights and amidst blaring screams and whistles. The air smelled damp and the rain was thick, bucketing down relentlessly as they ran back into town and headed straight for the nearest pub.

Recklessly, he downed his first shot of tequila and hadn’t looked at the time since.

The clock hanging in the hall strikes 5 in the morning when he clicks the door shut, praying the sound doesn’t travel.

Wishful thinking.

Regulus is soaking wet. His black locks are plastered to his cheeks and forehead, but not as a result of last night’s deluge - that ended hours ago. This morning was crisp and fresh, not a cloud in sight.

He did take a quick shower at Barty’s place before leaving in haste.

Regulus gingerly places the shoes on the rack, fingers trembling in a weak grip, and tries to shimmy out of his jacket. The leather squeaks and rustles, no matter how he manoeuvres his body to avoid it.

“Where have you been?”

Regulus’ heart comes to a screeching halt, and then, it’s plummeting down to his stomach and lands at his feet. Or maybe he doesn’t have a heart. Blood rushes through his veins, screaming into the void left in his chest.

Contain yourself, he thinks. Don’t let it slip. Don’t.

He turns around, slowly, licking his lips. They taste of salt.

James is standing in the door to their bedroom, gripping the frame and swaying. There are bags under his eyes. Regulus knows he stayed up, keeping vigil. The last message James sent arrived at 2 AM. Reg saw it much later, when Barty went to get them a snack and a glass of water, and Regulus locked himself in the bathroom to wash come stains off his shirt.

“The gig, and then we were out,” he eventually responds, coughing into his clenched fist, throat tight as a string.

“It’s 5 in the bloody morning. I thought you were meant to come back-”

“I got a bit tipsy, stayed over at Panda’s.” Regulus shuffles on his feet, pulling the jacket off in one swift motion. No need to walk on eggshells anymore - James is already here, gaze piercing and pleading. Scared. Doubtful.

“Oh,” James hums, crossing his arms over his chest. He swallows, eyes tracking Reg’s every movement, searching for inconsistencies wedged between his words, or veiled by his actions. “Why are you soaking wet?”

“I showered,” Regulus huffs and shrugs dismissively. “Did you see the weather last night? We were absolutely minging after the gig, you should have seen it. Some girl pushed Panda over by accident and she decked it, landed face first in the mud, it was hilarious.”

James lets out a laboured sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The silence that follows is stifling.

“Why are you up, babe?” Regulus tries tentatively. He starts picking on his cuticles. A nervous tic, nothing else. James won’t clock it. Regulus is a nervous person by nature.

“I couldn’t sleep till late. I was worried.”

“Worried about what?” Regulus prods, even though he knows the answer. He’s no fool.

“You know very well what, Reg.”

He hums in acknowledgment, brows slightly furrowed. He has to play out the part, acting disgruntled - it’s been months now. Hasn’t James regained some of the lost faith he had in him? Hasn’t he proven, consistently, that he can spend time with Barty and not end up on his knees, worshipping at another man's feet?

Or is it a lost cause? James will never fully trust him again and will monitor his every step and misstep alike. A tragic ending to an equally woeful story. Regulus has the answer to these questions at the tip of his tongue. His actions from last night speak for themselves.

“James.” His inner turmoil does not show on his fine features. James stares at him, eyes wide and gleaming in the morning light. “Nothing happened, all right? We were out, got a bit sloshed and then ended up in Panda’s loft listening to records.”

“You swear?”

Regulus shivers, fist clenching at his side. A beat of silence follows and he thinks James will suffocate - he’s been holding his breath, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes pleading. It’s a sight to behold. James Potter, begging. Begging Regulus not to ruin his life, once again.

“Yeah, Jamie, I swear.”

James lets out a ragged gasp, leaning on the doorframe heavily. The tension that built up in the air, layer after excruciating layer, dissipates like morning dew.

Regulus feels a hollowness in his chest, one that eats at his soul with jagged teeth. It hurts, but only a little. It’s a flesh wound, a scratch, a gentle prodding. A guiltless guilt.

Then, the teeth chip away at nothing.

#jegulus #jegulus angst #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanfiction #James Potter #regulus black #marauders fanfiction #jegulus microfic #prompt fic #soul by soliloquy_dawn

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Hidden Wisdom

“But we speak the wisdom of God in a mystery, even the hidden wisdom, which God ordained before the world unto our glory: Which none of the princes of this world knew: for had they known it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.” 1Corinthians 2:7-8KJV

Do we know that God has set in order for us to know things which satan has no idea about? Let me give you an example from David Herzog, pastor, missionary, evangelist from Arizona. Taken from a sermon, as he talked with a native pastor in an area of high persecution and death of Christians? — Herzog— How have you managed to survive without persecution and death in your churches. — Pastor— We pray in tongues to receive the secret wisdom of God of when and where to meet. Those persecuted churches meet at regular times and places. Holy Spirit shows us what to do as we pray in tongues.

A few years back, a group of Believers were killed for not renouncing Jesus. Another group of new Believers were told their children would all be killed in the morning if they didn’t renounce Christ. These new Believers didn’t even have a Bible to read. They asked God to protect them and their children. He sent angels to care for the entire situation. I can’t remember exactly, but I believe the intended murders left them alone.

Another local pastor sought God as to why the one group was murdered and the other group was safe. I will never forget Yahweh’s answer, (not word for word but close). ‘The group which died had My Word. My Words would’ve saved them. This other group were new Believers with no Holy Scriptures only faith in Me.’

One group lived because of faith in Yahweh. Another group lived because of faith in God’s gift of tongues. They trusted the mysteries of God, “hidden wisdom.”

My parents had gone to California to stay a few months with my brother. Dad fell and went to the hospital. He had congestive heart failure. Doctors didn’t know if he would live the night. Brother was scared. He called telling me to get out there asap to see him before he died. We didn’t have money for an emergency airline ticket unless I was positive I knew I had to go. I began to pray in tongues, seeking God’s wisdom for the situation. Three hours passed when a thought came into my mind— ‘where does your dad want to die?’ I responded, ‘at home.’ Another thought came into my mind— ‘I give My children the desires of their hearts.’ When I called my brother, he was incredulous. How could I be so sure? Dad didn’t die for another ten years. He didn’t die at his house but he died in his hometown.

What we’re entering into in this country will take the “hidden wisdom” of God to navigate. Yahweh Adonai wants to supply His children with this knowledge, but He has to circumvent satan out of the radar of knowing what is going on. Think it is not so? Remember— “had they known it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory,” meaning the realms of satan’s rule were clueless to what God was up to through the crucifixion of Jesus.

Friend, if you’ve never sought the baptism of Holy Spirit before, listen to John Bevere’s five lessons on speaking in tongues on youtube. He can best instruct you as to how and why to receive. God’s gift is free for everyone who asks…. “If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him!” Luke 11:13ESV. It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: LORD God awaken Your children who have not received to the delights and wonders of having more of You through Holy Spirit indwelling them and empowering them, in the name of Jesus the Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2024 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.

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[marshmallowprotection]

Does Saeran believe in God?

I don't think there's any evidence in canon that would confirm that he believes in God. Even as I'm racking my brain for answers, I just can't think of a single moment where he says he believes in God. You may think he would given the fact that he was helped by the church, but I don't think that aligns with Saeran as a person.

Much like how he's so clear with Rika when he says, "I didn't see you or V as parents. You're no different than the people at the church to me. You helped me, but I wasn't close to any of you like you think. I was indifferent to all of you."

Why would he put faith in God if he's so willing to admit that even though everyone was helping him, he was always wary and afraid of their intentions? How can he have faith in people, much less God, if he's afraid? Better yet, for a kid like him who would wonder so hard why God would put him into an abusive home... put yourself in his shoes.

Why believe in that God if that God allows cruelty?

Why let him believe in someone who thinks it's okay to torture a child like that? He wouldn't feel good about God... even more so after he'd gone through Mint Eye. Can you imagine being in recovery after going through Mint Eye? Do you think you would ever trust a faith-based group ever again? Even if it's an "accepted" religion? Especially if it's a brand of Christianity since Rika based everything on her trauma from Catholicism?

Rika put herself in the position of a speaker for God as if the crass words of salvation and prosperity she spoke were a way to survive on this planet "the right way". That's why Ray lived in fear of screwing up! He was afraid of being damned.

Not only because he would be denied his eternal happiness in 'paradise' if he failed his Savior since her selling point is how the Eternal Party will never end, but because he knew the earthly torture for his sins was sickening. The basement was no better for him than Hell would be. The idea that salvation will always shift and change according to Rika, not stay the same, is no good for him. How can he stay on a path of righteousness if what he knows isn't going to be the same the next day?

The cleansing ceremony is like a twisted version of praying and counting your Hail Marys. Repent, beg for forgiveness, and cry like you mean it. Religion in general would be traumatizing for Saeran Choi, but once you start to consider the weight of all the tiny details that go beyond just believing in a God?

It's personal.

Being in Mint Eye wouldn't have done anything for Saeran in the way of believing in organized religion. If anything, it's going to sway him a long way away from it. I say one thing, when he talks about living and dying in his After Ending, it's not about Heaven and Hell. It's more in line with living with the person who loved you in your heart.

Like... his memory lives on in you, and maybe he lingers with you, but he's not sure what he believes about life and death. He mentions believing in the idea of guardian angels and love keeping someone alive.

I think Saeran's feelings about religion are incredibly complicated and hard to pin down for a reason. So, we can only navigate the things Saeran's mentioned here and there to gauge what faith looks like to him. His faith is about life and love. He needs more time to navigate life before he decides what feels right for him. For now, he needs to live an average life to enjoy himself. Religion might not be part of his life now, but who knows? The future isn't set in stone but I can't say that I expect him to believe in things anytime soon.

He isn't faithful to Christianity like Saeyoung, but he might be better considered as agnostic if we need to use a label for him for the sake of convenience. He can't deny something without being able to have the facts but he isn't going to put his blind faith into something, either.

Not again.

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[mariamlovesyou]

salam. i hope you are holding up ok w everything that is going on. i wanted to ask how you deal w being muslim and gay? i don't know anybody like me so it feels like i am a lonely unicorn. feel alienated by both my own community and the LGBT (i live in the west). i feel angry, lost etc. at both communities and i am often reluctant to practice my religion when i hear homophobic remarks etc. somehow i am too resigned to pray and then that feeling goes away and i go back to worshipping, esp when in crisis. i want to wear hijab as well but i realize that's only a response to my anger at westerners and one of the reasons i do not wear hijab is obv to avoid discrimination (i'm passing) in the professional field & also bc i think no gay woman will like me if i wear it. sorry if this question is too much, you don't have to answer, but if you have any experience or advice to share i would be grateful. thank you ❤️

hi angel .. im sorry for the late reply i had to run to an inspection when i got this i really hope u see it even though i dont know that i can offer much i just want to say im here for u.

i hope u are okay, the world is shaky and scary. im really happy u reached out to me and i think if u take anything from this it’s that reaching out is the first step. i wouldn’t say im at all entrenched in any community or fully at peace w who i am, that’s lifelong work, but it does get easier and sometimes u find little blessings in the people who show up. i feel the exact same way you do rn - alienated, angry, lost, at a crossroads. i often feel there’s no space for me anywhere and many lgbt muslims/religious gays in general feel the same especially when we’re young. i’ve also experienced periods where my faith slipped and i felt too defeated and betrayed to practice my religion fully or even in the smallest most private ways (until a few days ago i had not prayed for months since some very distressing things happened to me) but i always find myself coming back to it bc for me personally islam brings me immense comfort and grounds me, even or maybe especially after long periods of not being a “good muslim”. religion is a deeply personal thing no matter what everyone has told and will keep trying to tell u. the question is does it soothe you? does it bring you peace and comfort? away from everyone else’s eyes, do you feel connected to something higher when you take the time to do these designated rituals? i really think that’s the only thing that matters. and you might not have an answer for that rn or for a long time and that’s ok too, no one has everything figured out. stay away as much as you can from ppl u aren’t forced to be around who try to tell you how to be lgbt how to be muslim how you can’t be both etc. they’re just parroting what they think to be true and they don’t realise how draining it can be for others. protect yourself and listen to yourself. be careful what u share with whom. those r the biggest lessons i’ve learned and the only thing that’s helped make the burden feel lighter is finding other people like you and trust me when i tell u they exist!!! u just have to be a little braver and more intentional in seeking them out, if u can do so safely, bc like you they probably feel that they are alone and there’s no one else who will understand. (and when u find them, hear them out, share a little bit, but remember they are there for a sense of shared community, a delicate connection, not as a strict guide on how YOU need to be; only you decide that and that becomes easier w time)

now depending on where u are it may not be feasible to do so - i spent most of my life as an immigrant in qatar, a very small country w a death penalty or best case scenario deportation “solution” for people like us, where the idea of finding community was not only unthinkable but also seemed straight up ridiculous to me. i never tried looking, i wouldnt encourage doing so if ur in a western country that is similarly rigid unless u know what ur doing and have a support network. in this case all i can recommend is to reach out to organisations that sympathise if there are any, and hang on until ur in a safe space. BUT if there is no such threat to ur daily life, i really really urge u to seek out others like u.. and it’s likely you’ll have to look outside ur immediate circle. at first you won’t know where to look, i didn’t, i tried looking through uni, through apps, through meetups, groups specifically run by lgbt people of colour/marginalised lgbt ppl, and it will take time and a lot of trial and error and at times even ‘desperate’ or embarrassing attempts, at least it did for me. i got lucky by finding friends through friends and then friends of friends of friends etc who were like me and while i definitely wouldn’t say i connected w all of them or even liked all of them or that i have a stable network of other lgbt muslims (most of the ones i met live really far away and meetups are extremely rare but whenever i do talk to them it’s really healing) it really does help to know that somewhere not too far, u have someone who understands. so reach out. it’s hard and gruelling and isolating work but that’s the first and main thing to do to combat these unpleasant feelings of loneliness and anger. i wrestle w very complicated and conflicting things on a daily basis that most of my immediate circle couldn’t even begin to understand, so don’t do the mistake of sitting on it forever.

as for other people, gay women, muslims, whoever, i don’t have much experience here w the latter because im mostly focused on sorting myself out first before trying to fully integrate into like, being w other women in that capacity, and maybe im taking a little longer than i’d like but the good that comes out of this is im a lot less concerned about what other people have to say to me abt my identity. if gay women don’t like me bc of my hijab or my religion i really don’t gaf, they’re obviously not meant for me. don’t cater yourself to anyone but yourself, this goes for both sides. u don’t need to appease the gays by shutting down your religion and u don’t need to appease the muslims by believing u are wrong and an abomination. u were created this way, gay and it seems like u have a sort of tether to ur religion, how is that ur fault or something for u to adjust? the right people will come and the wrong ones will make it obvious (inshallah very quickly). and sometimes in our situation we find ourselves loving and deeply caring for people who just really don’t get it. that’s not ur fault either or something to resent! im starting to enjoy thinking of it as a variety. just do ur best to make sure these ppl are looking out for u and genuinely care for ur well-being even if they don’t really “get” you. and if u have no choice in the matter, hold on to the hope that people who DO get you are coming. islam is the connection between you and allah - that’s it. drown out everything else and don’t let noises distract you from that. i personally wear a hijab because it’s a part of who i am and makes me feel more protected (in a spiritual sense, i am of course very aware now that i live in australia that on a social level it can make me more of a target but i have not been threatened yet to the point of where im forced to remove it. u are not a bad muslim for choosing not to wear it, whatever ur reasoning is).

god gave us a tricky life, one can only theorise why, but what i do know is there are very few people on this earth who will understand u completely, even other lgbt muslims, and even fewer who will have ur best interest at heart. inshallah u find those few sooner rather than later, and remember the point is to let others lighten the load because this is a heavy thing to carry all by yourself. even online ppl in the same position will help. u have me 🧡 i am not experienced or developed enough to offer much more beyond this but i hope you can find some clarity and peace and i hope this helps in even a tiny way. i feel for you

#long post

[childofchrist1983]

Sometimes, we are so overwhelmed by a bad situation that all we can do is weep and mourn. Sometimes, our losses are so great, we wonder if our sorrow will ever end. We serve a God who will not turn away our weeping and mourning. He patiently bears with us as we pray through the pain, leading us in His time to comfort, to healing, and to new action.

May God Almighty and Jesus Christ give us peace knowing He is with us and that He a plan for our lives. May our belief in Him and His Holy Word and in His endless power and possibilities draw us and others to Him daily.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time daily to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful Lord, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in the Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

Father God Almighty, LORD Jesus, I bring You my pain, my sorrow, and my grief. Under the weight of loss, I come to You seeing comfort and rest. I want this pain to go away, but I don’t know how to make it stop. Thank you, Lord, for hearing me through the crying, and giving me refuge. Bind my wounds and give me new strength to rise up and keep going.

You are all-powerful and all-knowing and ever-present. You are sovereign over Your creation. You know our needs, our ailments, our struggles. We trust all of these things to Your loving care. With confidence, O Lord, we lean on You, Your Word and Your power as we ask for healing, strength, and provision, for You are more than able to meet all of our needs, even the impossible. Thank you for loving me enough to die on the cross for my salvation. Help me to live a life that honors You and Your Word and will, forever and always.

Help me to build my relationship with You and to live a life that honors You and Your Word and will always. For You have taught me the importance of developing a relationship with You. You have shown me the proper path to developing this relationship, and what You ask is simple: That I love You with all of my heart, mind, soul and strength (Mark 12:30, Matthew 22:37). Forgive me, Father God and Lord Jesus! I know that I can do better. I vow that with Your help, I shall do better and draw closer to You and praise You, good times and bad. I pray this in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

You and Your Holy Word and Spirit give us hope, peace, salvation, and so much more! Let our relationship with You be the foundation and pleasing in Your eyes, so that we may hear Your praise as we gaze upon Your face and enter Your Kingdom. Lift our spirits and our hearts. Light up our lives, O Lord. May we abide in You for all our days and beyond!

You are Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End! We know Your promises are true and we place our hope in You! May we continue to pray and seek You. Present us with daily opportunities to go to others with Your message of eternal salvation. May we live our lives with a spirit of thankfulness and may we always magnify You, O Lord. Allow our praises to You encourage others to seek Your face. Help us all to be humble and obedient to You. And help us to be courageous enough to seek You daily and to humbly and faithfully do our duty to You, spreading the truth of Your Gospel to all in all nations, as You commanded before You ascended back to Heaven (Mark 16:15-16). May our lives show the world Your light and Truth and that You are a loving God and Heavenly Father who delights in showing love and mercy. May we all be humbly and faithfully honored and excited to worship, glorify and serve You daily and to do Your will. You have been so good to us, far more than we as wretched sinners deserve. You are so good! So wonderful! Forever and always!

Thank you for keeping me and helping me in times where I am tempted to go astray. Praise be to You today and every day of my life and let me never forget all of the blessings that are given me by You. As much as the enemy will try, he will never be able to successful breed doubt about who You are, in the minds of anyone who truly believes and follows You. And I will follow and serve You all the days of my life and beyond! Thank you for the connection with You that we are given through Your Holy Word and Spirit. Thank you, O Lord, for all Your creation and Your miraculous ways. Thank you for being our stronghold and my refuge. Thank you for seeing us as worth the sacrifice. Thank you for sustaining us, loving us and defining us according to Your will and love for us. Thank you for making sure we are taken care of. Thank you for being the best friend we could ever have! Thank you for Your endless mercy and love that has saved us. Thank you for always protecting us and providing for us and for Your Spirit to help us when we are in need. Thank you for abiding within me and may I abide with You, my Lord. Thank you for giving us a chance to be saved from our sin and spend eternity with You. Thank you for adopting us as part of Your family in Heaven and making us one of Your own. Thank you for being our present help in times of trouble (Psalm 46:1). Thank you for always being near and for loving us. Thank you for giving us a reason to love others and so many more reasons to love, praise, serve and follow You. Thank you for Your selfless and sinless sacrifice. Thank you for Your guidance and protection. Thank you for Your Truth and light. Thank you for Your wisdom and strength and grace. Thank you for giving life to the world and to us. You give and take away – And we thank you for it. Thank you for everything! Your will be done! Blessed be Your mighty name! To You and Your Kingdom be the glory forevermore! In Your name we humbly pray, Amen and amen

[renee-writer]

Letters Chapter 5

AO3

She carries them into the great room where she has a folding table and chairs set up. Sitting in one, she lays the letters out. Opening one, she sees it is addressed to,

 

 

“Our coming bairn,

 

My darling, this is yer da. I dinna ken whether ye be a lass or a lad. It matters not. Yer mama assumes I wish for a lad. I dinna think she believes me when I say it doesn’t matter. Truly whatever God gifts us with is fine with me.

I cannae wait to see ye. To see yer mama in ye. She is beautiful. I ken ye will be as well. I cannae wait to take ye riding. A horse man, or lass, ye shall be.

Yer mama believes it will be anytime, yer coming. She is sae brave. Yer da has delivered many a horse and coo. To see a woman be delivered of a child, weel, yer da is glad that I dinna have to witness such. “

 

The next on the pile is wrinkled when she removes it. From long dried tears, she sees as she reads the opening line.

 

“Ye were delivered still, my daughter. Yer Auntie Jenny named ye Faith. Beautiful, as I expected ye to be, fair of skin with my red hair and yer mama ‘s curls. Yer mama…”  There is a break here where a swatch of ink takes the center of the page, “yer mama wished for Julia, after her own mama. We thought it better to wait until a living child. Nae it matters.” Another break. She reads his breaking and shattered heart in the pauses, “They couldn’t stop the bleeding. They tried. Jenny was near covered with it when she came to tell me. I was holding ye, saying goodbye. She took ye and I rushed in, just in time.  She slipped away as I held her hand, begging her to stay.

Ye are both with the angels now. I am alone.”

 

Claire laid the missive aside, reaching for the tissues. She wept for this heartbroken man. This Jamie who feels as near as his writing. After a few minutes, she picks up another one. It is next in the chronological order he wrote them.

 

“My dearest Claire,

 

We laid ye to rest today. Faith lays cradled in your arms. I dinna ken how to go on from here. The life we planned is under the dirt and I only go on out of habit. How am I to keep moving forward without ye? How could death part us sae soon?

I railed against the Almighty. How can His will be thus? I shall find ye again. If it takes all of eternity, I shall find ye! I must.”

 

“What type of love is this?” she asks the room.

 

Shaking, she slides the next one out.

 

“My dearest Claire,

 

Hope! I have hope. How ye could have kept such a thing from me, I cannae fathom. Going through yer things, I found the letter ye penned to me. I understand so much more now. How ye ken’ d what ye did. I would have believed ye. There was always a trust between us. All ye had to do is tell me. Ah, ye have, in ye own way.

As ye made it here once, I ken ye can again. I shall be waiting. As always, yer faithful husband.”

 

“What the hell?” Claire mumbles to herself. Inside the envelope, that the last letter had been in, there is another.  Opening it, she sees, to her shock, her own handwriting. It is recognizable even with the different writing instruments used. Heart pounding, she reads it.

 

“My dearest Jamie,

 

I have a confession. I am not who I seem to be. Yes, I am your wife and shall always be. But, I am more. I am a time traveler. I was born in the year 1915. While in Scotland on holiday, I explored a strange set of standing stones. A touch of the largest transferred me to your time. I woke up disoriented in a time different from my own. Then Murtagh found me. My clothing, that you thought a shift, was actually a dress from my time.

I should have told you straight away but, I never expected to fall so deeply in love with you. I pray soon I get the courage to share this with you. You deserve the truth.

Your love,

Claire.”

 

She sits holding the letter as the clock chimes the hour. It brings her back to herself.  Shaking her head in a futile effort to clear it, she struggles to make sense of it all.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #letters #chapter 5 #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

[globofhoney]

Red mountain flowers

In my latest playthrouh, when my late game snow elf mage dragonborn blast him with her ice magic until Alduin can no longer take anymore hits, i noticed that the place Alduin died has small patches of mountain flowers nearby, but the place where he chock on his own blood before perish...is the bush of red mountain flowers.

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It's been...almost a century after Alduin's demise, The dragonborn renounced herself from worldly affairs decades ago, and became just a myth for people to weaves their native tales about.

Some assumed that she may died long ago in the wilderness of Skyrim, all because the lack of her mighty presence and influence, but those people couldn't be more wrong. After all...she lives, elves naturally have long lifespan especially with magic in her blood, she would probably exist for at least a millennia. Like Paarthurnax said, she has a lot more to write upon the 'Veniisetiid' the current of time. But...past decades, all she did and has always been since that faithful day in Sovngarde, is mourning him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry....i should have done more to release you from your past rage and grievances"

In a long pure white dress she wears, the pale maiden walks up the hill of Rorikstead with a basket that full of red mountain flowers.

The sebre cat up the hill runs away when a silverine cold stare of a Dov in mortal flesh pierced through its soul, open a path to a tiny church that house shrine of Akatosh, all created by herself in younger days.

"if you chose more compassionate path and let the people be, i would certainly save you a place in this world...to stay beside me, and i yours"

Her tears has been long dried up and turned into ice, scattered to the glacial wind of Skyrim. But she keeps mourning anyway, knowing full well that one day he will returned to end the this Kalpa, as lord father, Akatosh, intended.

"Now, all of that is but only a wishful dream"

The mage then removed the wilted flowers and put them in the ever burning tall braziers that stand on both sides of the decorated shrine as a fuel for the flames, before she begins to cast her spell on the flowers she brought, and arranged them in their places.

"The thought of what you might have been is adding more pain to my soul, Alduin"

After all...even the mighty dragonborn has to kneel on the ground in the presence, or image of the dragon God.

"I trust father will ease your pain and cleanse your festering desire of desolation with his purifying flame, only then...you can heal and be free, brother..."

After she finish pouring pure spring water from a golden jug, she placed a shiny gold goblet on a same coloured platter that contains valuable gems and gold. Finally she can pray for the eldest firstborn of Akatosh.

A hymn of song rings from her...once again, after a long year of silence.

...Bormahu...

...Bormahu...

...Bo Amativ Voth Revak Yol...

...Ag Fin Vul Do Gein Sos...

...Voth Aaz Ahrk Dun...

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Translate:

Father Akatosh

Father Akatosh

Come forward with holy fire.

Burn the dark of one's blood.

With mercy and grace

#not proofread #i suck at grammar #alduin x dovahkiin #skyrim #Alduin #Snow elf dovahkiin #dovahkiin oc