#"Precious Lord Take My Hand"

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“The Benediction Never Ends” at Westminster Presbyterian Church

On September 17, 2023, Rev. Dr. Tim Hart-Andersen, Senior Pastor at Minneapolis’ Westminster Presbyterian Church, delivered the second of his last seven sermons, “The Benediction Never Ends at Westminster Presbyterian Church,” before he retires at the end of October. Here is the text of that sermon along with a summary of this Sunday’s worship service. Call to Confession and Prayer of…

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#"Hallelujah" #"Precious Lord Take My Hand" #(I Corinthians 15:51-52a 54c #Apostle Paul #Ash Wednesday #“Love Devine All Loves Excelling.” #“Open Now Thy Gates of Beauty” #“You Belong to Christ” #Charles Wesley #Derna (Libya) #Edvard Grieg #Holberg Suite #I Corinthians #Isaiah 25: 1-4 #Jesus Christ #Love Divine All Loves Excelling #Minneapolis Westminster Presbyterian Church #New Creed of United Church of Canada #Presbyterian Disaster Assistance #Ralph Vaughan Williams #Rest #Rev. Alanna Simone Tyler #Rev. Dr. Tim Hart-Andersen #Revelation 21:4 #Romans 8: 32-35 37-39 #US Bank Stadium #William Walker #Yom Kippur

[sebsxphia]

ptolemaea. | the verses.

a preacher!rhett abbott series. | preacher!rhett abbott x reader.

￫ you’re back in your home town and uncertain about your future that lies ahead of you. but, there is one man in your small town who gets your attention. one man who soothes your racing mind and guides you on the righteous path. your local town preacher, rhett abbott. he somehow already knows you inside out and he only has the best intentions for you… right? based off ethel cain’s, preacher’s daughter.

verse 1. ptolemaea. | god knows i tried.

￫ you find yourself in a confessional booth with preacher rhett abbott as he guides you on the righteous path.

verse 11. ptolemaea.

￫ you and your local town preacher, rhett abbott, spend a night together in a motel room. rhett is there to calm your racing mind and have you admit your sins.

verse 111. ptolemaea. | these crosses all over my body.

￫ preacher rhett offers you the hand of god to calm your woes.

verse 1v. ptolemaea. | the blood of christ.

￫ rhett suggests a solution that could soothe your cramps from your period.

verse v. ptolemaea. | august underground.

￫ you’re looking to take control one evening and tell your preacher to close his eyes and count to ten.

verse v1. ptolemaea. | r.a.

￫ you and your sinful preacher outline your future together in the back of his pick up truck.

verse v11. ptolemaea. | the thoroughfare motel tapes.

￫ you and rhett are nearing the end of the line and he has a sinful idea to document the beginnings of your time out west.

verse v111. ptolemaea. | the family tree in god’s country.

￫ you and rhett have finally found peace within your home, and rhett wishes to reassure you that he’ll protect you forever.

verse 1x. ptolemaea. | spirit in the basement.

￫ all you can feel and see is darkness, but someone else is there with you. you pray for your preacher in these desolate times.

ptolemaea. | the collective verses.

￫ all of the verses in one post as a book.

sunday sermons.

preacher abbott lore.

when rhett asks you to run away with him.

rhett and his cowboy hat.

riding rhett’s thigh.

troublemaker and the town pastor.

“pride is a sin, little lamb.”

rhett comforting his distraught lamb.

condoms are a sin.

convincing you not to pull out.

teaching you how to touch yourself.

“jesus’ tomb is the only thing that should be left empty today.”

wiping his spend off the corner of your mouth.

“that's not the lords word, angel.”

when you use your safe word with rhett.

squeezing your thighs during sunday sermon.

motel showers.

showing off rhett’s spend during sunday sermon.

seeing you pregnant in a sundress.

god lives on in rhett.

morning sex with rhett.

the polaroids rhett has of you.

“go fuck yourself.”

making preacher abbott a bracelet.

“am i goin’ to die for loving a man like you?”

bringing your stuffed lamb on the road out west.

your pussy and the false idols.

if rhett’s little lamb had bad anxiety.

rhett blowing smoke into your mouth.

rhett can tell when you’ve been touching yourself.

age regressing with preacher rhett.

bath time with rhett and little!reader.

preacher abbott using anointing oil as lube.

preacher abbott learning to braid little lambs hair.

un-lit cigarette between his lips.

preacher abbott’s cross dangling over you.

standing by the motel window with a cigarette.

rhett helping his precious little lamb have a smoke.

fucking his little lamb to sleep.

rhett helping you grieve.

finishing on little lamb’s stomach.

what if it was a dream?

a polaroid of willoughby rhett.

rhett wearing little lamb’s promise ring.

“yeah, i fuckin’ better be.”

preacher abbott watching little lamb pray.

willoughby rhett since they left.

willoughby rhett and the slaughter.

preacher abbott’s tattoo and little lambs thoughts.

in another life.

a quote, by little lamb.

preacher abbott, little lamb and their kitchen sink.

half return, by adrianne lenker.

the subconscious haunting of little lamb.

sunday hymns.

listen to the appropriate music whilst reading here.

sunday reflections.

nighttime with preacher abbott on the road out west.

the sights out west with preacher abbott.

little lamb’s nightmares as they lie asleep next to preacher abbott.

the cannibalistic love preacher rhett has for his little lamb.

little lamb’s home town and where preacher rhett came to pray.

god knows i tried.

r.a.

the thoroughfare motel tapes.

you're just a feral dog i worship in bedroom ceremonials.

little lambs home with preacher abbott out west.

willoughby rhett abbott.

little lamb.

thoroughfare.

[ thank you @h0neyfire for the wonderful photos! <3 ]

#masterlist #rhett abbott #preacher!rhett abbott #malicious laughter #tw: the starling girl

[astarionfixation]

Chapter 6: "It won’t hurt but a moment, darling"

Part of "Am I Fu**ing Insane !?!" A multi chapter adventure in Astarion’s mind

Rating: Mature for mentions of sex and blood

CW mentions of sexual assault, sex trafficking, panic attacks

Word count count: 6.5k yep, I was away for a week but at least I come bearing gifts words

Pairings: Astarion X OFC Tav

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54356776/chapters/138874459

I have a quite serious praise kink. Which also means compliments in the forms of tags and/or comments might very well spur me to write and post more

** Thoughts "" Dialogue - - Remarks ++ Quotes / Memories

The scene at the inn looks extremely familiar and he's sure some corners of it resemble quite accurately the night before. Except his delusional hopes to find a solution to his current parasite predicament have all but dissolved, yet maybe shape shifted towards an unlikely alliance with her. Small, insignificant human that she is, yet each and every one of his companions seems to have a fascination with her.

And indeed, he catches her eye from across the room, as their accidental mutual friends are buzzing around her, certainly grateful to have their health and strength back without apparent consequences from the night before. And he is sure it's just gratefulness but from the way he sees the wizard getting closer and familiar to her, hand on her shoulder that drops to her hip, certainly with the excuse of the crowd around her, surely he lowers his head and gets his filthy mouth way too close to her ear to make her hear whatever he thinks will impress her.

He finds his teeth gritting and he swears it's just because 

*No one gets to tamper with my food!*

In that instant it is almost too convenient that this lovely, smiling barmaid seems intent to care only for whatever he is going to ask, forgetting every other shouting creature that demands her attention for another pint of anything.

“How may I serve you, my lord”

And he has to bite his tongue not to laugh at the epithet, despite how convenient his looks have been in gaining him access to every place -and person- he has ever set his eyes upon.

“Well sweet thing” he begins with his mellifluous tone set to persuade fairies to give up their own light for him. A long, delicate finger reaches for a strand of her straw like hair and wraps around it, inviting her closer so he can whisper to her.

“I would be so, very very grateful if you could get me two glasses of the most precious drink you offer in this fine establishment”

His movements are studied and rehearsed and his brain might as well focus on the corner of his eye, searchin for Her and considering options to send back to Waterdeep different pieces of the mage in different boxes if his excuse for a flirt does not promptly focus on someone, anyone else but Her. He's not jealous, of course not, *of him?!??* And he knows, from her lips, from her mind how all of herself is pulled to him.

*It was my name on her lips last night! My name on her darn little book! Not any wizard from Waterdeep or otherwise!*

He's brought back by the clinking sound of two goblets that are definitely more elegant and rich looking than anything anyone else is holding in the tavern, and he knows once again how far his simple charm can get him. The girl is smiling at him, full of hope, pulling herself closer from behind the bar so that her bosom is almost obscenely exposed in front of him. And he would be lying if he didn't admit to the flattery it always was to see people stumble upon their own feet in an effort to please him, to be chosen by him for the night, blissfully unaware of how that meant their luck had turned on them forever.

A dark flash threatens to take away his attention from the scene and he knows it's much better not to linger on memories. In one of his exaggerated movements he finds the hand of the girl to bring to his lips, his eyes fixed on her cornflower ones. He plants a long, wet kiss that holds so many promises, none of which he will keep, and he lingers a moment longer so she can have her fill of his attention. As he slowly pulls away his index finger goes to tuck a strand of her hair just behind her ear, brushing lightly on her skin and he can tell already: a word and he would have her, she probably wouldn't even make it upstairs. He holds her gaze and her trembling lips just barely audible let him know that

“Not to worry my lord, it's on the house”

*Of course it is, why do you think we were playing this game, darling?*

His hand swiftly abandons her hair to grasp at the glasses, his work done. As he turns around to find in which ways he will have to skin the mage, he realises his lips are way too close to her ear, but her eyes are fixed on… himself. And they are somewhat even darker than usual? The look on her face he would have called imperturbable yesterday reveals something akin to disturbance today.

*Maybe I will actually have to skin the wizard tonight if he's the reason of her bother*

His head moves slightly towards the stairs to give her a sign and immediately he sees her wriggle out of her company and towards the path that leads to the upper floor. 

*Still such an obedient little thing*

And he is only too happy to follow.

—-------

“What was that? What did you tell her? Did you give away your secret so easily just hoping she would let you drink from her?!?!”

He's genuinely confused, it takes him a moment to realise she must be referring to the barmaid that he already barely remembers. What did she have the impression was happening? Doesn't she know how he speaks and addresses everyone? How his charm is the one thing he has to keep in control of every exchange? 

*Or is she actually Jealous?*

And as he closes the door of her room behind him, the glasses resting now on a surface, he begins to slowly circle -stalk- her just as he just did that afternoon at the glade, his eyes and smile focused completely on her agitated self, the soft traits of her face trying their best to look upset, yet all he can think is just…

*How adorable…*

But this time she's following his movements and turns around to look at him, her back now to the door, and the corner of his lip might be pulling ever so slightly as he considers the possibility of this ruse being just that, that familiarly naughty side of his brain already envisioning her throwing herself at him as they both fall on the bed and

*I might actually let her ride*

“If this is your way of offering yourself instead my dear, I thought we were already clear on the matter. But don't let me stop your plans of persuasion. In fact…”

He takes a step closer and his hand knows already where to find that sweet, pulsating spot just behind her ear, the idea of tearing at the skin and finally finding her sweetness without the need to imagine any longer makes him swallow emptily in anticipation, and his fingers are almost tingling due to the warmth of her skin being so close now and his muscles tense ready to pull her in, fangs almost bared when… she takes a step back?

*What is she playing at? We both know she wants this, she wants me…*

“Come now darling, there's really no need to play coy, at this point it would be only be a waste of time considering what we already shared”

The honey in his words betrays a slight irritation at the distance she put between them, his tone every bit the charming one he has rehearsed thousands of times and has never once failed him.

And thankfully! Thankfully, going through the pages of that little insignificant book allowed him to fill the gaps in ways he truly had no idea.

But now he knows, he has seen it in her eyes, transfixed on him despite the blood, or perhaps exactly because of it.

“But if it pleases your wounded pride you can tell me all about your protestations from your sweetly plump lips while I relieve you of every. single. piece. of clothing. that stands between my mouth and your lovely skin. Because that's what you want, isn't it?” 

He knows how to punctuate and accentuate every word to paint an image.

And not that the mere idea isn’t inviting, he feels his own reaction both in his stomach and his crotch. The notion that, for once, he would actually enjoy taking something -He- wanted, -He- needed, for -himself- and not for anyone’s command or amusement, is almost reason enough to make this the version of the story he committed to.

“Don’t tell me that is not exactly what you envisioned whilst you…. How was it?”

And consequences be damned! Let this be a good use of that little vexing book, to cut any avenue she might think of going up to escape her own desire for him. 

“ ‘Lay yourself down with my Voice pouring honey in your ears?’ No need to imagine my dear, in fact let me show you…”

*I will not be denied, and I won't let you deny yourself either sweet thing*

This is as good a version as any if it will get him access to her blood, maybe even her body because surely…

“I can't believe the privilege that has been afforded to you to still behave like a child and have people find it charming!”

He is so used to leading the game that this interruption comes too abruptly to leave her unscathed by his anger at seeing his plans crushed. 

And if throwing her own words at her didn't make her confess her own desire for him,  there is certainly more to use and hurt her from what he can remember of the little insignificant book. Something they share even. His voice comes out as sweet as the choice of words is cruel

“Oh you want to talk about childhood, do you? Do you want to go over how incredibly wise and mature you were “for your age”, darling? How that clever little mind of yours justified every kind of attention you were at the receiving end of because you were just… too enticing” 

He inhales to punctuate the next words 

“and how flattering that felt for you.”

He went too far. He knows it before he spits out the last word. He can see her jaw clenching and the deep inhale she takes, seemingly vexed whilst really, her heartbeat is telling a different story about the exquisite way his words were just the extension of his dagger at times.

Quick scenarios flash in his mind's eye, 

*Is she going to cry? Is she going to storm out? Can she have anything in her arsenal to hit me back with?*

and to that his body stiffens like a spring ready to jump and react, as if any words she next throws at him could physically hit him

*Because isn't it just what I've done to her?*

It was right, it was fair, and he stood up straight with a hint of pride on his face because no stepping down now could mend her from the hurt his words just inflicted on her. He knew exactly what it had touched, he remembered every single *fucking* word he had committed to memory that night he first had his hands on her book. On her mind. He will not admit he even considered the idea they could have bonded over their shared trauma…

“Get out”

*No. No no no! This is all wrong! Where's the attack? Where are the words I can sneak around and throw back at her?! I need to build her up to crush her down! No!*

The fear of losing her anxiety-inducing presence fills his thoughts with venom, and if whatever this was has to come crashing down now, she can be sure she'll get as much damage as the loss of her brings to him.

“Well fine then, I'm sure it won't take me long to find someone kind enough to share their bed and blood with me tonight, in fact you're right, I might just go looking for that lovely barmaid again, she was so eager to please. Believe me darling, I won't be left out in the cold”

Her eyes narrow.

“You're delusional, as if you're the gods gift to every pretty girl who would open her arms and legs to you”

And that's it, that right there is the space between words that he knows will hurt just right, a cold sharp hit from the throat to that spot just above her heart that decides where her lovely colour and warmth will spread next. His crimson eyes narrow and he moves closer to her and when he's just about to move past her and grab the door handle he whispers with his head just slightly bent, so that his breath can hit her skin as much as his words will her heart

“Well… looking at you darling… I thought it was fairly obvious: she doesn't have to be pretty”.

He can feel how her body tensed up. How a strained sound gets trapped in her throat and a sharp inhale through gritted teeth have her swallow. The light of the candles is strangely reflected slightly more intensely by the corner of her eyes and that is how he knows the blow has hit just right and a strange satisfaction takes over in his chest, making him walk just a bit taller, just a bit prouder because all those decades using his body to get what his master demanded turned him into the perfect offering to anyone's desires and the least of his problems will indeed be to find someone, anyone, ready to take him in, if only he's available to give them anything and everything they might want that his body can provide. It doesn't even matter, he won't even have to think, his body has been marked and bent sinuously so many times his mind doesn't have to be there to give anyone anything they might want. Tonight won't be anything more or less special than that and the price for a warm place to sleep *maybe warm blood to drink* is something that comes as second nature to him.

He's out of the door and his feet guide him automatically towards the stairs, his mind trying to focus on the faces of any of the patrons of the inn whose sight might have already lingered a moment too long on him because that's how he knows, how he has always known that his job will be easier, his elegant form already paving the way towards a comfortable place to spend the night in as soon as he gives them what they want, and they all want the same thing anyway. His head shakes as if his mind better not dig further at that thought, and as he takes the first step down he finds his body slouching down instead, coming to sit on the step as his head bends down between his own knees, his long delicate fingers shaking as they pull at the back of his neck so that his head falls just lower and lower.

And among the flashes his mind offers of all the times he had to offer his body as the matter of an exchange for his own survival, a corner of his brain screams at the door now closed behind him and 

*how could she let me go out in the cold again??!?*. 

His shoulders shrug as he tries to make himself smaller. Maybe spending the night on the stairs is just as acceptable, easier, safer for everyone and safer for him, and how deep his mind must have kept him, attempting to avoid memories of useful seduction techniques coming back to him, to not hear her steps, if not her heartbeat, until the warmth of her hand is once again scorching his neck and he flinches too suddenly for his unaffected facade to remain unbroken.

He tries to turn around, his arms still protecting his face, wrapped around his knees and just his crimson eyes and dark circles peek through, looking at her in a way that might seem unthreatening enough that now her arms have gone circling around his shoulders… and it all suddenly feels warmer and there’s also something… weird, something he can't quite pinpoint, but something that feels like there’s no requirement for each and every one of his senses and instincts to be ready to react.

She breathes loudly, louder than even her need for air requires, and the noise alone should be annoying but after a few breaths he realises his own body is following her rhythm even without the need for it, but the slow, measured breaths are bringing an unexpected calm that washes over his tensed muscles, his jaw unclenches and the grip of his own arms around his knees, so tight he didn't realise it made him tremble, is now getting flushed.

*Because if she has her arms around me I don't need to hold on anymore*

The thought is fleeting and he will deny thinking that, but in the next exhale his body finally relaxes into her warm embrace. She hasn't said anything, done anything but holding him and guiding his breath with her own, and while a slight fear crosses his mind -because if she is to hit him with any word now, he would certainly dissolve- he’s also so tired of the charade by this point he can’t hold onto his persona anymore. It comes as a whisper that a part of him still feels betrayed by sharing, because it is the truth and how will that not be ammunition for her to use at a later time?

But his breath is not his own now, following in unison with hers and so the words escape his pale bloodless lips anyway

“I'm sorry, I couldn't do it, I'm sorry”

She leaves the silence holding space in the air for what feels like an eternity after his shameful confession, but he can suddenly feel her arms pulling him tighter to her. Crouching next to him, his head finds a way to nestle in the crook of her neck where he instinctively inhales deeply and the scent of mulled wine and flowers fills his entire being once again, and besides bringing back a hunger pang down in the depth of his stomach, there is now something almost soothing about what's become so familiar and intrinsically associated with her. He must be so stupid to allow himself to feel what seemingly resembles safety, if nothing else because he never knew what that actually meant, but he's so tired. Tired in a way no rest or trance can bring him peace and so even if her warmth is a lie he's making his peace with it, he'll pay the price in time, but for now he can just slightly rub the tip of his nose on that pulsating spot just behind her ear, her scent emanating from it as a sweet siren song for the beast his fangs belong to, but not without an unexpected and reassuring comfort to some other side of himself, something he hasn't felt stirring in such a long time that he had no reason to believe was still there.

The silence, filled only by their breaths, has become so familiar he might be convinced the stairs could be a welcome spot to spend the night if she keeps holding him like this, but that's when his own train of thought is interrupted by her low whisper 

“Come on, come back, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry too”

And at that he shouldn't feel the warmth radiate from every spot their bodies are in contact with each other down to the centre of his stomach, but it does and it's as unfamiliar as it is pleasant. His body follows hers as her arms still circle him and help him to his feet, his head still following her scent, by convenience that also means his eyes don't have to raise from the floor to meet hers and that makes going back to her room easier.

She helps him to sit at the edge of the bed and that's when her arms retract their support and the loss of warmth feels incredibly wrong. With furrowed brows his eyes look for her to understand what he's done wrong to lose her embrace but they find hers as they seem to be just roaming across his shoulders to the leather atop his shirt. His shoulders move almost of their own volition and the leather is quickly discarded on the floor. She suddenly crouches down on the floor and the movement catches him by surprise, not sure what he should brace himself for until he realises her hands are reaching for his boots.

She might have sensed his discomfort because her next movement is announced by her voice before it happens

“I'm just going to help you out of these so you can lay down and rest if you want, is that alright?”

And he finds himself nodding before the end of that sentence makes it to his ears, the finesse with which her fingers are pulling and undoing his old boots is not something that aligns with a thing that has been broken and torn down too many times to repair and yet the careful way her hands find the way to undo them make it seem like she's dealing with something of invaluable worth.

He's slightly transfixed looking at her movements that only when her eyes meet his again, only then he realises she's done, and with a bit of uncertainty she's back up on her feet.

“Rest here, I will be on the chair and we can talk more tomorrow if you want”

But his hand goes immediately to grab her wrist because the idea of losing that safe feeling her warmth gives him now just isn't something he's ready to do without. He pulls wordlessly until she's sitting next to him on the edge of the bed and that's when he scoots back until his back hits the headboard and then his arm extends towards her in a silent invitation.

He can't read her expression but within seconds he doesn't need to because she's removing her own boots and 

*surely she didn't mean to crawl across the bed to reach me in any way other than functional* 

but another part of his brain seems to stir now at the sight of her on all fours moving slowly *languidly* towards him, until she's taken the invite and nestles her body between his extended arm and chest, her own arm now circling at the back of his neck.

“Is this…? I can't… nothing needs to happen, we can just rest, I am here for you”

And that sounds way too much like a challenge for his body not to stir, pulling her closer so that his nose can finally trace her hairline down to her ear again. Until the memory of her words make him shiver

+He holds a grace in the tiny bone of his wrists that clerics cannot give on freedays+

And it's both consoling and disappointing that the moment he can lose himself in her scent again, feeling her body so close to his, the words she chose to describe him come back to his mind, blessed with the curse of an impossible detailed memory that in this occasion lets him know, beyond what she could say out loud, all the ways in which her body, but most importantly her mind, have been devotedly dreaming of him, in a way that lets him know for the first time in his whole life and undeath, that someone other than himself cares about his existence, not only his survival.

*Maybe just as long as I can grant her immortality too, but still, she needs me now as I need her*

He nods as his head is nestled between her jaw and her shoulder, certainly agreeing but also to spur another whiff of that delicious scent only her skin, hair, sweat and blood could conjure, and that's when another side of him replies in a low, trembling tone coming from his chest

“I promise I won't go too far… but please…”

And with that plea his lips part slightly, his teeth now brushing against that pulsating spot with a rhythm that's been hypnotising him since the beginning of this game. His lips closing upon it in something it would surely resemble a kiss and at that moment, with a wonderful whimper escaping her lips, her head turns just enough so that she can look at him with the corner of her deep, dark eyes, her lips barely parted with a slightly faster breath coming and going through them and now he's almost overwhelmed because it was easier to focus just on that one little spot that meant finally knowing what bliss it could be to feed his deep seated hunger, and yet now the same wonder takes hold when envisioning her lips giving way to his, how easily they would part to give him access, how soft would her body truly be, pliable to his every need and desire, truly begging to be his and sate any and every hunger of his, because he knows, she said it in so many words, all circling in his mind and 

+I will skip, stumble and fall, he’s the blinded fool and I’m content to stand by

I’ll be the conspicuously deranged lover of the air he walks past+

And he has a right at that to concede to the delusion that she might actually be infatuated with him for no other reason than his existence. For a moment he will believe whatever she saw in him was before she could realise anything about his immortality. For a moment he decides to believe her words, committed to paper in that little precious book that was never meant for anyone else's eyes, and that she is head over heels for him just because he's a worthy creature, just like every one of his conquest wanted to believe they were special to him, whilst he hardly remembered their name the morning after.

“it's alright, you can feed” 

the words bring him back and carry a rush to his head filled with a million visions of her body, soft, supple and compliant, all the ways his hands and lips could roam those curves that gave him vertigo at the mere thought of, every way he could make her moan and coax pleasure out of her until she could feel as desperate for him and he did her now, every image fights for dominance and 

*does it really matter where I start as long as I can explore each and every inch of her that’s covered in skin?* 

his lips trembling, tracing closer to her and he’s finally about to taste the gates of her breath when her words hit him again

“but we can’t kiss”

His teeth have to clench because he will not lose his mind over this mere mortal toying with his needs! His eyes tighten to mere slits and his fingers are gripping so tightly to her shirt that surely in a moment the tearing sound will be echoing through the room. She has been playing him all along! She’s just doing this to mortify him and she doesn’t understand what she’s done to him! As his hands release the grip on her clothes he finds his nose trailing back to her neck, now tracing her collarbone with his hungry lips and

*If it’s a challenge you want, a challenge you’ll get love*

He nods so that his soft curls are now certainly tickling her jaw and neck, and he can tell from the way the breath has now escaped her lips that his plan is already working. His fingers roam to find the hem of her shirt and disappear beneath that, finding the stark contrast of the warmth of the skin on her sides, slowly tracing with his tips and nails to her bellybutton. Another sharp breath through her lips and she swallows emptily, and he can feel that just under his lips as they are tracing at her neck still.

“Astarion, did you hear me? You can’t…”

“I’ll do you one better darling, I promise I won’t touch any part of your body, for any reason other than feeding”

*two can play at this game*

He feels her swallowing again against his mouth and now he knows he can gently move his entire body to fit against hers. A leg between hers so that she can surely feel the response of his body, but even with half his chest pressed against hers, his fingers keep roaming her sides, down to her hips and disappearing again under the shirt, halting and changing their course just a moment before they are to brush against the soft underside of her breasts.

He can almost trace the curve and he can tell from her heartbeat that, despite her words, he’s not the only one who's hungry for the other

*but you wanted to play and gods I can make this a torturing little game for you too, my sweet*

An audible gasp escapes her lips now that his lips have locked onto a spot for a moment longer, and she might be expecting his fangs now, yet her body does not stiffen in anticipation for the pain, and that is all the more encouragement for him lo leave a soft, long, obscenely sounding kiss just where her neck meets her shoulder. The sudden jolt that travels her entire body confirming what he already knows 

*your body is aching for me*

and so his lips keep leaving a soft and wet trail of kisses everywhere on her skin, coming down her shoulder and arms and back to her collarbone, while his fingers trace her sides still, and in a moment, when her back arches to meet his lips, he swiftly goes to pull her shirt down past her shoulder leaving her left side exposed, her breasts almost visible but her nipple still covered by the strained collar of the shirt.

*I need to taste you, I need to have you*

At that sight his body betrays him, as another unnecessary mouthful of nothing gets swallowed and he feels his cock twitch pressed against her hips, heaving at the rhythm of her breath. Part of him knows he needs to get this over and done quickly or he won't be able to keep his promise, but at the same time he loves to coax out that side of her that spent all that time thinking 

*dreaming of me* 

The part of her that is now, surely kept prisoner by whatever silly, self imposed rule she decided to lock herself behind. 

*let’s see how long for* 

When his hand reaches up, under her shirt, his nails start to trace the skin just around her breast and a deep moan erupts from her lips carrying his name in a way he never before loved as much

“Astarion!”

The corner of his lips pull just enough, because no matter what she said, he can feel she wants him in more ways than one, and as his nail dig just a hint too much in that delicate area just on the valley between her breasts, she exhales sharply and now he finds her breath to breathe her in, his face so close to hers that nothing is in focus, the tip of his nose grazing hers and he is now making an effort to keep enough distance between their lips yet she is likely unaware of how her mouth is reaching out to his.

*your rules, my love*

His lips trace back to her cheek and down to her ear to whisper as his nails trace her skin from the centre of her chest to that soft area south of her collarbone but still not close enough to her nipple

“Your blood just reaches out to me and blooms every time my nails press and trace just… like… that”

And the way her body arches at his words brings that soft, supple spot just atop of her breast too close to his lips to refuse now. He finds himself surprised at the idea that the first time he’s tasting her is not to give in to the delicious tempting bit behind her ear, but his mouth is now watering beyond anything he has ever experienced, his lips just sucking at that speckle of skin just south of her collarbone, where he can feel the rhythm of her heart so loudly that the distraction is almost enough to ignore that her nipple is inexorably poking through the shirt, just against his chin

“It won’t hurt but a moment darling” 

and then two runaway words follow with 

“forgive me” 

barely breathed out.

Both words escaped his lips like traitors that were not meant for her ears, but that's quickly out of his mind when finally his fangs can break the thin resistance that the soft skin of her breasts was valiantly putting up. 

The warm liquid hitting his tongue sets off an explosion in his mind, makes him realise he has never learnt enough words to describe the absolute perfection that the taste of thinking creatures could bring to his lips, it would take a poet rather than a thief like himself to describe the complexity and richness of the thick liquid that caresses his insides, from his mouth and down his throat where finally the thirst is quenched, and when it fills his stomach every single part of his body feels… relief… every muscle fills with renewed vigour he didn’t know his body could posses, and suddenly he feels his own cheeks, his own fingertips still digging in her softness, getting closer to her warmth, and the flavour is so inebriating that no part of him seems to remember anything that ever happened before her blood traversed his own veins and so feeling his own hips thrust against hers feels just like the most natural consequence of that bliss that's permeating every single part of his body. The softness of her body, even with fabric still separating their legs, makes him aware of the stark contrast with his own, his hip bones as much as his own hardness relishing in the pressure his body needs now, needs to feel as if she could be all around every single part of him. The train of thoughts is becoming so warm and fuzzy while his mouth is still indulging in a mouthful of the ambrosia spilling from her veins when a low whimper from her mouth makes him realise she's gone limp in his arms.

*shit!*

A shred of lucidity comes back to him and he forces himself to end the first moment of true perfection he has experienced in all of his existence. He plants a kiss on the punctures on her breast, gently closing them, and his hand reaches to cup her cheek, her head lulling to the side with slightly parted lips from which her breath comes in faint irregular gasps.

She is magnificent, the most beautiful creature his senses have ever witnessed, her life essence coursing through his veins maybe makes him more compliant to her and only her but suddenly he wishes he could pour every loving word and sign of affection he ever had to master to give it proper significance. Her flavour is more intoxicating than anything her bouquet tried to announce about her. There surely is no life nor undeath to ever be considered if it has to be without the smooth, velvety liquid that traverses her entire being, and now his as well. He should tell her, he wants to and words are about to betray him again when *thankfully* he manages to keep them all in, while only relinquishing a soft

“Thank you” 

and his arms go to circle her torso so he can gather her to his chest, one hand caressing obsessively at her soft curls, holding her, wishing for his body to engulf any reaction that still comes from the trembling limbs. He will repeat to himself that this hypnotic hold she has on him is only due to the fact that her blood is new and fresh to his system, unable to recognise they are two distinct beings. He almost jumps when her hand sneaks on him tracing lightly at his jaw, she feels colder than usual and something akin to panic flashes behind his eyes for less than heartbeat, but then her eyelids slowly reveal her dark eyes once again, fixed on his, and a flash of her pink tongue wets her lips before she can gift him again the sound of her voice.

“you should have told me”

And the slight smirk on her face now makes him realise she’s spent but not in any danger. In fact, the rosiness of her cheeks, the breath still laboured despite her lowered heartbeat suggest something entirely different. Suddenly his nostrils are caressed by the soft tanginess of pomegranate that he now knows to be the herald of her arousal. For a moment he searches his own memories of the night he died and lived forever but he knows better than to linger there. A hint of pride takes root in his awareness as the soft, almost imperceptible jolts still travelling the length of her body tell him all he needs to know about what just happened: Pain and pleasure mixed and merged until the latter won over her.

“And ruin the surprise, my darling?” 

He will deny in every way that 

*really? I did not know...*

That she was truly his first and nothing could have prepared him for the way she felt. Nor the way he did.

Her eyelids seem heavy as her lips pull into a smile at that, her breathing becoming more regular and he can hear her heartbeat pulsating again enough to sing for him. 

He realises he has no idea how to care for a human after a vampiric bite.

Along with the warmth her blood brought to his entire being, there's an unexplained feeling though, just at the mouth of his stomach, that he can’t quite name, as if her sweet reaction is just in preparation for a punishment, now that he has officially broken another rule imposed by Cazador.

*Thou shalt not drink the blood of thinking creatures*

He finds his face contorted in a grimace just for a split second at that thought, and while the instinct comes to hold her tighter to his chest, something else urges him deeply through a physical need to get as far away from her now sleeping body as possible.

#astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion x oc #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #ao3 fanfic #astarion x tav #bg 3 #bg 3 fanfic #astarion ancunin #astarion smut #baldur's gate smut #tav x astarion #astarion fic #astarion fanfiction #astarion fluff #bg3 smut #astarion romance #astarion bg3 #astarion pov #astarion angst

[windsweptinred]

A different take on human, retired Morpheus. 

Death can make Morpheus mortal. She can grant him freedom from her gift, so he can be by Hob's side for however long they choose. But the human mind isn't designed to hold all that Dream knows. Memories that reach back to the dawn of time, world's come and gone. Infinite multiverses… And Morpheus's new human brain, to avoid falling to madness, will do what it must to protect itself. And slowly, he begins to forget… 

At first, it's things so vast, they're inconsequential to his new mortal life. The visage of god, the realms of the heavenly and the damned. The birth of Galaxies. He lets them go and cares little. Some memories are preferable gone. 

Then, he struggles to recall worlds, aeons vanish from his recollections. It's alright, he has the future here in Hob's arms. He can sacrifice the past. But he wishes he could stop the precious few memories, those of his life amongst his siblings, from slipping through his fingers. One day, while washing the dishes, he tries to recall the faces of his mother and father. He cannot. 

Perhaps the most painful is his loss of self. He knows he was Dream of the Endless. Lord and shaper of dreams and nightmares. Of the Dreaming, was the Dreaming. But, he can no longer remember… How. Daniel visits occasionally, enthrals Morpheus with tales of a world he can picture, as if through frosted glass. He can no longer put faces to the names of some of the Dream's mentioned. He digs his nails deep into his thigh to stop himself from screaming. The first morning he wakes with no memories of that night's dream. He is inconsolable. Hob finds him later that day. Sat in the play pit of the local park, running his hand through the sand. 

One evening, they sit, entangled in each other's arms, quoting love poetry of centuries past to each other. Hob cheekily nips at his neck, between Shakespearean verse…Then looks to him with a crooked smile to continue on, pick up where he left off. And he… Cannot. His mind is an empty void. The harder he tries to conjure the words, the further they flee from him. His head hurts, his breath catches, and finally, he weeps. 

"I can't, I don't… I can't remember! Hob, I… These word came from me, but I can't, I can't… They're gone! Hob!" 

"Hey, hey love, it's alright. It's alright, I'm here. Remember the thing? Remember what we say? Tell me dove."

"I am Morpheus Gadling.

My husband loves me. 

We walk this road together, looking forward. 

One day at a time. 

Nothing else matters." 

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman #god i'm so sorry #Why did I write this #I'm going to go drown my self inflicted sorrow in left over Christmas chocolates

[hoodievixen]

With My Own Eyes - Part 7 (Dream of the Endless x OC)

Based off of this

Summary: Morpheus just wanted to keep his soulmate safe. She just wanted to make her own decisions. Doesn't help that he doesn't show her his face.

Words Count: ~ 2 K

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, witchcraft, bad grammar and even worse spelling, !Comic Spoilers!

A/N:  Ya know what, f*ck it! I'm writing the parts I want to, no more filler I don't want to write.

Tag List:   @intothesoul @  poemfreak306  ​

Master List

Lily was walking beside Morpheus as they walked between locations. She looked over to the horizon, looking at the sun set. It had been a long day, and it wasn't even done yet. And she was so appreciative for it. "Thanks," she said to Morpheus through the familiar science.

"For what?" he asked, genuinely unaware of what she was greatful for.

"Not treating me any different," Lily answered. "Usually when people learn about my chronic pain, they treat me like something fragile, like I need to be taken care of. But you didn't. Like we're out here walking around just like we did my second day here. I wouldn't know what to do if someone else constantly took care of me. Like I'm not glass, I won't break that easily."

Dream paused to watch her. She wore such a sweet genuine smile ad her face was lit up by the sunset. He felt so guilty. That was the exact reason he brought her with him today. He didn't want her to leave his sight, incase something happened. Dream did not want her to experience any more pain, but incase she did, he wanted to be there. But since he could not abandon his own duties, he brought her along, where she showd to be helpful.

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Lily couldn't get the dumb smile off her face. She loved today. It was like she ha been a kid again. It all started with her jumping off the bridge to the castle to the lake below. It was the world of dreams, with the king at her side, there was nothing she needed to be afraid of.

She and Dream walked back into the palace long after the sun had set. "Please," she pleaded with him. She held up her reaction, dropping quire few flower in the process. "I made it for you," she said about the flower crown. Lily was already wearing her own.

"And it is quite lovely," he assured her.

The two had quickly made their way to the throne room. "There you are my lord," Lucienne commented, "Did he two of you enjoy your day."

"Indeed", Dream answered.

"It was fun," Lily gave a fraction more of detail.

The librarian smiled, "I am glad to hear that."

Her expression returned to that of business. "My Lord, might I have a word with you in the library?"

Lily was quick to pick up when she wasn't wanted. "I'll get going," she assured them, "I should get some him in my stomach." The witch walked out, still doing so him with the collection of flowers in her arms.

"What is it Lucienne?" the dream lord asked, already haven taken of his helm.

The librarian gave him a look of disamusement. "You still refuse to show her your face?" she wondered in a way that was more closer to scolding than asking. "Clearly things are going well. If you want to proceed with this relationship, you are doing to need to take that step."

"I don't not wish to risk anything," Dream reminded her, "She'll see my face when the time is right."

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Dream wasn't sure what to think I the smile Lily wore. It was muh loer to a smirk. How ere the blush on her cheeks was a good sighn. "Never durst a poet touch a pen to write," she tried to disregard all that was in his hear dealt letter with the quote.

"Until his ink was tempered with love's sigh," He finished the quote for her.

He hel onto her hand lowering his head to her. "It has a precious seeing to the eye: A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind: a loves ears will hear the lowest sound." Whole it was not the same quote it did one from the same source material.

Sibyl snorted, "So you know Shakespeare."

"Hes more of a business aquantence than anything, we did have a deal or his insperation," Dream commented nonchalantly.

"What!?" she dramatically yelled in disbelief. "You can't just say something like that without an explanation!"

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Sibyl thought she was being clever. She really just wanted to see his face. It felt off relation all these feeling of fondness toward a mosquito like face, knowing there was so thin else beneath it. She had already done portraits for Lucienne and a handful of others who were will. To it for a sketch. Sue they wee enor masterpieces, but Sibyl quite liked the collection he was a assembling. Of course a collection of portraits of a royal ourt would be nothing without a portrait of it's king.

Dream still reused to take of his helm, saying that there was no rush to do his painting, as there were still many castle residences that she had yet to do.

Lily came up with a compromise. She grabbed a sketch book as well as pencils. "How about you tell m what you look like, and I try to draw you," she offered, "Sorta like a police sketch."

Dream said nothing.

Sibyl wasn't sure what that meant so she started to ask questions. "What color is your hair," she asked hesitantly, wanting to jot down notes of colors.

"Black," he softly answers, "And my eyes are of stars."

That was all she was able to get out of him.

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Lily sat on the stairs near Dream. While she had a sketchbook beside her, she wasn't drawing in it, to distracted by the pain in her lower abdomen, and the counsil the king of the realm was giving to his subjects.

"Thank you my lord," the dream said, containing excitement. They bowed to Dream before turning to Sibyl. "My lady."

Her eyebrows quirked, but the dream was already rushing out before she could say anything. It took her long enough to get Lucienne to stop calling her that all the time, she didn't want to with every other resident of the Dreaming. "Why do people call me that?" she complained.

"It is the most common form of respect they can give," Morpheus explained, "Do you wish for them to call you something different? Just say the word, and it shall be so."

Sibyl leaned back against the stairs, somehow both relevwainf ache and causing more. "Can't they just ya know, use my name," she pointed out, "I'd even accept Miss Crow, it's what my students call me."

"Lily," Dream called out calmly, "They dare not disrespect you. After all we are fated." He gestured to her arm. She had recently worn shorter sleeves more often so it was viable there amongst her tattoos, Dream of the Endless.

Lily rubbed the heel of her palm against it as if trying to rub it off. "But it's not like we're married or anything," she pointed out. "... What even is our relationship..?" Her voice was soft, barely a whisper.

Dream intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her hold before she found something else to occupy her fidgety fingers. "I have expressed my intent to court you since you arrived in the Dreaming," he pointed out, "Might I point out you've been returning such actions recently as well."

Sibyl looked at him, pressing her lips together. Everything was so much weirdsd cause of him helm. It would be so much easier to accepted it, if there wasn't a blatant sign he didn't trust her. But there was little denying it, "I guess we're dating."

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Sibyl had fallen asleep in the library. Across the table before her were grimores of old, as well as her notes of them. So many of the witch stories have been lost to time and man, he was glad there was at least one person left to find the meaning and uses they hold.

Dream reached out a crossed her check. She let out a little mumble, but stayed asleep. She wasn't likely going to walk back to her own chambers. Still Dream did not wanting her to wake up more sore than she already would be.

Lily was weightless in his arms as he carried her to her room. She continued to sleep, curled up against him, breath tickling his neck. It had been quite warm in the Dreaming that day, and Sibyl had dressed as soon, with much skin on show. He knew she was still rather modest in modern standard, but he had not been there for the development for those standards. So of course it would be hard for him touching the bare skin of the woman he loves.

The way she grips onto him as he set her down is aching. He gives into her tugs, laying down next to her. She looked so peaceful asleep, her mind dreamless. How he'd love to fill her mind of the sweetest dreams, but dare not risk her safety with her physically being in the Dreaming.

There was however another way he could bring her pleasure.

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Lily woke up with a groan. Not from her stubbornness of wanting to stay asleep. It was more so brought about by the sensation of lips kissing the inside of her legs. But still with her eyes open she saw nothing but darkness, as there was a had over her eyes.

"You can go back to sleep, Love," a soft voice cooed before a light kiss was pressed against her jaw.

"Morpheus," she declared, in both confusion and excitement. To kiss her he had to remove his helm, meaning if he were to remove his hand she be able to see his face. That's all she wanted.

She reached up to grab at his hand, but she felt the hand on her face stiffen. "Stop," he demanded.

Lily moved to sit up, something not quiet easy with Morpheus looming over her. He returned to placing kissing in her neck, going lower to her chest and lingering close to her shirt's neckline. She felt his hair tickling at her cheek and jawline. Sibyl slowly reached out in the direction it came frem, wanting to run her hand through his hair, or cup his cheek, just to touch him. She resisted a smile at the thought of how romantic it would be, already in love, but the night she would first see his face filled with said love and passion.

His other hand came up and grabbed at her wrist. He placed a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, before Morpheus moved down once again, to where he had been when she first awoke.

"Stop," she pleaded. Still he continued. Lily forced her legs together, "Morpheus stop!" Any sleep or amusement had left her voice. If anything she was a bit angry.

Morpheus listened to her, though he was confused on why she wanted that.

Sibyl let out a quick sigh of agrivation. "You expect me to trust you with my body, while you do not trust me to know your face," she pointed out, "You have to see the hypocracy in that."

Morpheus open his mouth to speak. Even though she couldn't see it, it was like she knew he was going to reaspond. "I don't care about what excuse you're going to say," she scolded him calmly, "Trust is a two way street, and I feel like your not even acknowledging it's existence. Now either remove your hand and let me see you, or this needs to stop."

Lily had enough. She had been patient long enough, but if her wanted the intamancy of lovers, he'd need to have more trust in her than that of a stranger.

She did not expect him to actually leave.

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They both needed time to calm down. So Lily waited until morning before going to find Morpheus. He was in the throne room, the most common place she finds him. Sitting upon his head, once again, was that stupid spine trunked helm.

"We need to talk," she told him calmly. She did not hesitate to approach him, even if he was just silently watching her. "And not just me talking to you. We need to have dialog back and forth."

"There is nothing we need to talk about," he said simply.

Lily huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. "Morpheus I was serious about what I said last night," she told him. "I feel you do not trust me. I have gone against common sense and have learned to trust. Despite the fact you kidnapped me, refused to let me go home, and continue to not show me your face.

I want to presume a relationship between us, but I can't with out knowing you trust me." Clearly she was angry, but she waa staying calm, pleading with him to be reasonable.

"Lily," he sighed, stepping a single step closer for her to be in reach. "There will come a day that I will."

Sibyl took another step, standing in front of him. She reached up placing her hand on his shoulders. "Why can't it be today?" she stressed.

Morpheus didn't answer. He couldn't answer. How would one explain that the mere knowledge of his face may cause her to leaving him. Dream wouldn't be able to live if that were to happen.

Sibyl grew frustrated with his silence. Slowly she moved her hands to his neck. She slid her fingers under the helm.

Lily fell onto her bed. Her bed in her flat in London. She let out a scream of frustration, kicking at her mattress. He sent her out of the Dreaming, ending it it all with her.

#The Sandman #sandman comics #netflix sandman #sandman x reader #sandman x y/n #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus x original character

[middle-earth-mythopoeia]

Give me some Gollum hot takes

I would love to! Thanks for the ask! :)

It’s not really a hot take, but Sméagol is honestly one of my favorite characters in LOTR. It’s partly because of what he represents in terms of the importance of pity and mercy in Tolkien’s works, and it’s partly because I just find him a really interesting and enjoyable character. Yes, he’s a scheming, lying murderer, but he’s not all bad, and I can’t help but feel sorry for him. He’s repulsive, but also pitiable, and somehow kind of...adorable?

Here is proof, for those that don’t believe me—a recording of Tolkien himself voicing Gollum: https://middle-earth-mythopoeia.tumblr.com/post/625469443457351680/i-cant-believe-i-just-found-out-that-tolkien-did

Just listen to the way Tolkien does the Gollum voice! Like, yes, Gollum is a murderer and a would-be cannibal, but he sounds so cute! I’m not ashamed to say I reference this scene all the time, because it’s just so fun to quote. "Is it nice, my precious? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?" Also, Andy Serkis’ version of Gollum is so clearly based on Tolkien's own Gollum impression, and I love him for that!

There are so many good Sméagol scenes, but I love the part in LOTR when Sméagol is thinking about what will happen if he gets the One Ring back, and he says, "Perhaps we grows very strong, stronger than Wraiths. Lord Smeagol? Gollum the Great? The Gollum! Eat fish every day, three times a day, fresh from the sea. Most Precious Gollum! Must have it. We wants it, we wants it, we wants it!"

It’s adorable that eating fish every day is Gollum’s only goal if he gains ultimate power. But it’s also really sad! That's all he wanted. He was corrupted by the Ring for hundreds of years, but he was still just a hobbit at heart, wanting to be left alone to eat his favorite food in peace.

A scene in The Two Towers that really gets to me is this one:

And so Gollum found them hours later, when he returned, crawling and creeping down the path out of the gloom ahead. Sam sat propped against the stone, his head dropping sideways and his breathing heavy. In his lap lay Frodo’s head, drowned deep in sleep; upon his white forehead lay one of Sam’s brown hands, and the other lay softly upon his master’s breast. Peace was in both their faces. Gollum looked at them. A strange expression passed over his lean hungry face. The gleam faded from his eyes, and they went dim and grey, old and tired. A spasm of pain seemed to twist him, and he turned away, peering back up towards the pass, shaking his head, as if engaged in some interior debate. Then he came back, and slowly putting out a trembling hand, very cautiously he touched Frodo’s knee – but almost the touch was a caress. For a fleeting moment, could one of the sleepers have seen him, they would have thought that they beheld an old weary hobbit, shrunken by the years that had carried him far beyond his time, beyond friends and kin, and the fields and streams of youth, an old starved pitiable thing.

This breaks my heart. Poor, poor Sméagol.

Anyway, this wasn’t meant to be a sad post, it’s a Sméagol appreciation post. I think it’s really impressive that Tolkien wrote him as a character who is so sinister, threatening, and dangerous, and yet also managed to make him so wretched and pitiable.

And on a totally different note, one of my favorite things about Sméagol is the strange way he talks, not just the hissing and the "gollum, gollum" and "my preciousss" but the odd vocabulary. Like this scene in Dead Marshes:

‘No, we have got no fish,’ said Frodo. ‘We have only got this’ – he held up a wafer of lembas – ‘and water, if the water here is fit to drink.’ ‘Yess, yess, nice water,’ said Gollum. ‘Drink it, drink it, while we can! But what is it they’ve got, precious? Is it crunchable? Is it tasty?’

I love that Gollum says “crunchable” in both The Hobbit and LOTR, and they used it in the LOTR movies too! In the movies, Gollum says, “No, no birdses. No crunchable birdses to eat.” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLtR5r-2YGM&feature=emb_title)

And I have a kind of embarrassing story about that. I sometimes forget that not everyone has memorized the entire script of the LOTR movies, and I (erroneously) assume that when I quote them people will get the reference, which has led to some really awkward moments... Like the time I was eating lunch outside with coworkers, and I saw some sparrows on the ground, and since the sparrows were cute, I pointed to them and said, "Ooh, crunchable birdses!" Well. My coworkers did NOT get the reference, and suffice it to say they were a bit disturbed.

#asks #Smeagol #Gollum #crunchable birdses

[slumberingrose-fandom]

[Name] Mariah Amathyst

[VA] Akari Kitou

[Quote] "Each crystal has their own beauty inside. As for me, I have my secret magic inside."

[Age] 18 years old

[Birthday] March 3rd

[Star Sign] Pisces

[Height] 173 cm

[Hair Color] Pearl White

[Eyes Color] Amethyst Purple

[Race] Human

[Species] None

[Homeland] Land of Amethyst

[Family]

Arman Amathyst (Father)

Snezhana Amathyst (Mother)

Toma Amathyst (Brother)

Tamara Amathyst (Sister)

Unnamed relatives

[Nicknames / Aliases]

Mary (by her family and friends)

Mademoiselle Pearl (by Rook Hunt)

Others

Lady Amathyst (by her mouse friend)

Crazy collector (by the rumors)

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[Affiliation]

Snow's Dress Boutique

Night Raven College

[Dorm] Ramshackle

[School Year] 3rd Year (/Junior)

[Class] 3-C | Student no.27

[Occupations]

Student of Night Raven College

Dorm member of Ramshackle

Founder of Fashion Club

Part-time waitress at Mostro Lounge

Fashion designer

Jeweller

[Best Subject] Alchemy

[Worst Subject] Physical Education

[Club] Fashion Club

[Dominant Hand] Ambidextrous

[Favourite Colors] Daisy White, Ebony Black and Honey Gold

[Favorite Food] Fish soup

[Least Favorite] None

[Likes] Beautiful things, butterflies, sewing, collecting crystals and jewelries, apples, horrors, winter, darkness, hair braiding, pretty hairstyles, reading, classic music, ball jointed dolls

[Dislikes] Ruining her collections, messing with her dress, ugly things, gossiping about her life, boredoms, summer, sweating, being treated as a slave, being mocked, being prejudiced

[Hobbies] Sewing, collecting crystals, doing chores, reading, customize dolls

[Talents] Fashion designing, jewellery making, playing violin and cello, doll customization

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Appearance

Mariah has a fair skin and a long snow-white hair curvy way on her back with a braid on the side of her forehead. She has a pair of purple eyes resemble to the amethyst.

She often appears with a blank aura and cold expression that may scare people away. But, when she smile, it looks like a rare jewel shine brightly through the hall.

She oftens wear casual dresses and clothes.

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Personality

Calm and distant, Mariah is a woman of intellectual. She memorize all spells and its abilities, and calculative in every one of her moves.

As a child, Mariah was positive, outspoken, and optimistic.

However, when she grew up, due to family restrictions, she developed insecurities about society and slowly suffered from depression, afraid to share her truth, leaving her empty inside and yearning for something to fill in the blanks of her memory and heart. She believed no one is on par with her, and as such, no one can care her.

Though being restrictive, Mariah frequently being arrogant and rebellious against their rules.

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Background

Mariah was born in the Land of Amethyst, the country area of the Queendom of Quartz. Her father was a magician and her mother was a fashion designer alongside her family. She have two younger siblings, Toma and Tamara.

Originally her life was full of joy, but when she grew up, she found that her life had become boring because her family continued to restrict her life, preferences, words and deeds. Although she controlled herself, she was punished by her family for her rebellion and bad behavior. Therefore, she collects jewelry every day to clear boredom and to block out the past. But they are still etched in her head.

One day the ebony carriage arrived at the doorstep of her house and sent her to Night Raven College.

When she was sorted to the Ramshackle dorm, due to her identity unmatched to any dorm by the identification of dark mirror, Mariah met her new roommates, Kimiko, Augustine, Delilah, as well as Grim.

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Etymology

Mariah - A girl's name of Latin origin, meaning “The Lord is my teacher.” From the Latin Maria and the Hebrew Moriah, this heavenly variation is a modern take inspired by the strong feminine biblical figure.

Amathyst - the word of "Amethyst", a precious stone consisting of a violet or purple variety of quartz.

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Unique Magic

"Villainess' Punishment"

The ability to kill opponents with one touch has lost its magic along with the rest. The soul of her collected opponent would transform into a white butterfly and keep in her hand.

This magic is not so much a "sin" as a "punishment". She only used it once because using it twice would have been life-threatening.

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Trivia

Mariah was inspired by "Oh My God" from (G)-idle, also her appearance, personality and magic take a loosely based on Tatsuhiko Shibusawa and Fyodor Dostoevsky from BSD Dead Apple.

Mariah mentioned that she had gone to the doctor. He told her parents that she suffered from depression, but they didn't believe the doctor and thought Mariah was just rebelling against what they said. At that moment, she getting melancholy but pretend to be strong.

She has a pet mouse named, Dimitri, that found at the window of her room during the blizzard winter. He is a cute and chubby brown mouse, likes to build a nest Mariah's hair when Mariah was asleep. She constantly cautious with him for running around the house and keep him distance from her family who are abhorrent to rodents.

During her teenage year, Mariah had an albino dragon named, Andros. He was a bubbly and loyalty to Mariah. It was given by her grandfather. However, when her father had discovered, Andros was sent to Dragon Empire without Mariah's permission.

This moment was the only one she remembered vividly. She mentioned that when she found out, she angrily asked her father. He explains that he and his family, expect her grandfather, protects Maria's life and doesn't want her to become a bad girl.

Due to her family's restrictions, Mariah absolutely hate people who torture her to do, such as Vil.

In fact, Mariah and Delilah were classmates in high school and there was a year age difference between them. Their relationship have a few close, though Mariah, as the senior, tends to worry for her.

As for her preference on crystal, Mariah has a collection room at her room. It is a secret place that she kept from her family and friends.

Regarding her future partner, Maria hopes to have someone who can patiently listen to her depressed words, support her choices and decisions, comfort her feelings.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #mariah amathyst

[melancholypancakes]

The Sandman, Sweetbitter & Markiplier TV Incorrect Quotes (Plus me) (References are from”Thegoodadvicecupcake)

Cats During The Day

Y/n: Aw! So cute! 

Y/n sees Lord Meowpheus sleeping on her bed

Y/n: Precious little angel~ 

Cats at Night

Y/n is trying to sleep but has insomnia. Her eyes are wide open while Meowpheus is running around the room 

Y/n: THIS. CAT. WAS SENT FROM HELL. TO KILL ME. 

Lord Meowpheus purrs and his fur gets in Y/n's face

{...} 

Hob: You're my BFF, right? My ride or die? 

Dream: Always. 

Hob: Ineedyourhelpburyingsomething. Noquestionsasked. 

Dream:...

Dream summons a shovel out of nowhere

Dream: No Questions needed. 

Later, AT 2am 

Dream and Hob digging in the garden at Hob’s work 

Hob is a cinnamon roll and finishes gardening Night-shades flowers 

Hob: perfect! These Night-shade flowers look beautiful here. 

Hob and Dream look at Night-shade flowers in awe 

{...} 

Simone looks at Y/n, she is reading a book 

Simone: Y’know, maybe I should read more like Y/n does. 

Jake: Y/n is so smart though! 

Jake obviously admires Y/n

Jake: I bet her books are far more sophisticated for us.

Simone agrees 

Y/n is reading an erotic novel and blushes red 

Y/n: He does WHAT, To her WHERE?!

{...} 

Aphrodite: Oh, Oneiros….You’re so hard on yourself. 

Aphrodite: You deserve kindness and patience…

Morpheus is brooding and moping 

Aphrodite: Try speaking to yourself, as if you were your own friend! 

Aphrodite holds Morpheus's hand as he nods and looks at the lake

Morpheus: You…DUMB. HOE. 

Aphrodite: Regular friend. Not best friend. 

{...} 

At the beginning of everything when Morpheus and Desire are young 

Morpheus: Mom, who’s your favorite child? 

Desire: It’s me, isn’t it~

Night: Oh Boys, I love you both equally~ 

Night: Goodnight, my sweet Dream~ 

Night kisses Dream’s head 

          Night: Goodnight, My…Ughhh… 

Desire looks at his mom in confusion and Night looks back at him 

Night: Other one. 

Desire in pure shock as Dream has a smug look on his face 

                          {...} 

Witch! Y/n and Morpheus on their first date 

Witch! Y/n talking a lot and fast

Witch! Y/n: Blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah 

Morpheus smiles and drinks tea 

Witch! Y/n stops talking and stares at Morpheus

Witch! Y/n: Oh sorry… 

Morpheus: ? 

Witch! Y/n: I talk a lot…

Witch! Y/n looks away sad and embarrassed 

Morpheus slams his hands on the table and the tea falls on the table while Y/n is in shock

Morpheus: Don’t stop! It’s easier to listen… 

Morpheus gives a small smile at Y/n while holding his hand out for her and she takes it

Witch! Y/n:... 

Witch! Y/n smiles and looks at Morpheus

Witch! Y/n: And so, I was like blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah 

{...} 

Morpheus and Nymph! Y/n laying in bed together 

Nymph! Y/n: I never want to leave your arms~ 

Morpheus shocked

Morpheus: really?... 

Nymph! Y/n: Of course! 

Nymph! Y/n smiles sweetly at Morpheus 

Morpheus tears up

Nymph! Y/n: Oh…Dream, I love you!

Nymph! Y/n hugs Morpheus 

Morpheus's right arm underneath Nymph! Y/n back and his arm grows dead tired 

Morpheus: I love you too…. 

{...} 

Y/n and Wilford sitting on a bench 

Ruthanne: I could’ve come up with lots of reasons not to do it…

Ruthanne: But I was just scared. so I did it anyways!

Wilford points a finger up as Ruthanne waits and suddenly Wilford appears with balloons in the air 

Ruthanne is in awe as she is given a golden medal from Wilford that said “Did it anyways!” 

Ruthanne standing on #1 place as a parade underneath her 

Ruthanne looks up to see a sign in the sky from an airplane saying “Did it anyways” 

Ruthanne smiles as she is immediately in a big hug from Wilford 

Wilford: I’m so f*cking proud of you!!! 

{...} 

Alice attends to Wilford tea party

Wilford: Alice! 

Wilford waves at Alice to come over to the table 

Wilford: Welcome to my cute b*tches only tea party! 

Alice is amazed 

Wilfrord: Please, sit down. 

Wilford says as Alice sits down, being served tea 

Alice: Wilford, this is easily one of the best ideas you’ve ever had. 

Alice holds a filled tea cup close 

Alice: I can’t wait to- 

Alice smells a disgusting smell 

Wilford begins to grow worried 

Wilford: What…what is it? 

Alice:...Your teacup. it smells…like FISH 

Wilford is in shock 

Wilford: WHAT?? NO WAY!!! 

Wilford grabs a teacup and smells it, his face is in disgust

Wilford throws it away

Alice is worried

Wilford: How did this happen?!

Dark comes in, drinking his black coffee 

Dark: We did cook salmon last week. 

Wilford looks at Dark and garbs his face 

Wilford: BUT THAT WAS LAST WEEK!!! 

Alice is confused 

Alice: you don’t clean your dishwasher? 

Wilford is in shock as he did not know that and Alice faints on the floor

Wilford comes to her side as she lies there

Alice: You have to clean it with…

Alice looks at Wilford weakly 

Alice: Affresh tablets! 

Alice pretends to be dead for dramatic effect 

Wilford gasp before she opens her left eye

Alice: Also, your shirt stinks. Clean your laundry machine too. 

Alice pretends to be dead for dramatic effect again 

Wilford is sitting there in shock before he screams

Wilford: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

{...}

Desire: Let’s start a new trend, where we don’t get embarrassed for being ourselves. 

Desire: And you Motherf*ckers that like making people embarrassed for being themselves. 

Desire: Mind your F*cking business and go fill out for a job on “Indeed”! 

Desire: Oh better yet, go to counseling and stop ruining our lives. We get IT. You don’t like yourself. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. 

{...} 

Aphrodite when she finds out her sexuality 

Aphrodite spins the wheel of sexuality

Arrow points to “Bisexual” 

Aphrodite: Awesome! 

Aphrodite looks at the fates 

Aphrodite: Does this mean I get double chances in a relationship? 

Fates:...

Aphrodite:...

Aphrodite looks at them with hopeful eyes 

Fates: More like more chances to be ALL BI- yourself!

GODS and Nymphs start laughing 

Aphrodite looks at the fates and walks away

{...} 

Desire: I’m Desire, I go by They/Them. 

Aphrodite: I’m Aphrodite, I go by She/her! 

Aphrodite: And if you don’t respect us using our pronouns…

Aphrodite gets all scary 

Aphrodite: You’ll be a were/was. 

{...} 

Witch! Y/n: Sometimes…someone does something that makes you MAD. 

Morpheus: Y/n…I spilled water on your spellbook…And then I dropped it, aaaaand then I accidentally set it on fire…I’m sorry.

Witch! Y/n:....

Witch! Y/n: And even though, they apologized, you might not be ready to forgive them. And that’s okay! 

Witch! Y/n: Because It’s important to process emotions! 

Witch! Y/n looks at Morpheus, crosses her arms, and looks away

Witch! Y/n: Hmph! 

Day and night pass by 

Next Day

Morpheus: Are you still mad- 

Witch! Y/n: DON’T TALK TO ME YET!!!

Morpheus is just shock 

Day and Night pass again

Morning

Witch! Y/n: Okay, I’m over it. 

Morpheus smiles and they both hug

Morpheus: Oh, I also may have…hurt Lucienne’s feelings. 

Witch! Y/n twitches in anger

Witch! Y/n: DREAM!!!

{...} 

Narrator: She’s a 10, but… 

Melancholypancakes pinning for Morpheus 

Narrator: she loves fictional characters more than you. 

{...}

Witch! Y/n stuck between people on a train

*Witch! Y/n sighs*

Witch! Y/n: whenever life feels too hectic, I like to put on my headphones… 

Witch! Y/n: just listen to something soothing…and let it all melt away~ 

Witch! Y/n puts headphones on and plays HEAVY METAL 

Witch! Y/n: SO. RELAXING! 

{...} 

Co-worker: What do you have plan for your day off Melancholypancakes? 

Melancholypancakes: Nothing. 

Co-worker: Aw, I’m sure you can think of something. Maybe a hike, or a concert, or a- 

Melancholypancakes: You don’t understand. The PLAN is NOTHING. 

Melancholypancakes lazy around on the couch

Melancholypancakes: Aww, Yeah…

{...} 

Witch! Y/n returns to the dreaming

Witch! Y/n: There you are, I missed you so much!!!

Morpheus smiles

Morpheus: aw…I missed you to- 

Witch! Y/n runs and hugs Matthew 

Witch! Y/n: My handsome boy~ 

Matthew being “Mr. steal your girl” 

Matthew nuzzling on Witch! Y/n

Witch! Y/n: I love you more than anything in the world!!!

Witch! Y/n: You give me purpose. There is literally nothing. NOTHING. I love as much as you~

Morpheus in shock and jealously 

{...} 

Witch! Y/n eating an apple

Witch! Y/n: What you choose to do…

Witch! Y/n throws the apple aside

                Witch!: Has a big effect on the universe!

          Giant tree grows

Witch! Y/n: you’re like a Wizard~

Witch! Y/n in her black Witch outfit 

Witch! Y/n: So, act like it!!

{...} 

Y/n minding her own business, looking at her phone in the restroom 

Loud banging noises on the restroom door 

Y/n yelps 

Y/n: Uh…Occupied? 

Y/n: Who’s there?? 

More Loud banging noises on the restroom door 

Y/n gets scared

Y/n: Show yourself!!

The door opens and Lord Meowpheus appears 

Lord Meowpheus: Meow!

Lord Meowpheus jumps on Y/n's lap and lays on her

Lord Meowpheus purrs 

Y/n: there’s nooo privacy in this apartment…

{...} 

Young Ophelia shopping with her older brother 

Ophelia sees Louis Sweeton's boots and Leo eyeing her 

Leo: Ophelia. We’re on a budget. 

Ophelia: I NEEEEEEEED IT! 

Leo: C’mon, Ophi. 

Leo drags Ophelia to leave, not dealing with this sh*t 

12am

Leo is still sleeping 

Ophelia wakes up

Ophelia: IT’S TIME. 

Black Friday and everyone is screaming and stealing objects left and right 

Someone looks at the boots but Ophelia grabs them and punches the person in the face 

{...} 

Desire: Wow. You’re so short! Very stubby limbs. You make a nice armrest~ 

Y/n getting offended 

Y/n: Hmph! 

Desire: Why are you getting mad~ I’m just saying how I want to put you on my dashboard like an itty bitty, dainty little toy~ 

Y/n: I’LL DESTROY YOU! AHH! 

Y/n starts beating the sh*t out of Desire while he screams for his sister 

Death: Never ever. Insult a short person's height. 

Death gets scared

Death: They’re Vicious….

{...} 

Kindergarten 

Teacher: Okay, class I’m going to need some STRONG boys to help carry these chairs~ 

Little Ophelia carrying all chairs 

Little Ophelia: F*ck the patriarchy!!!

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #lord morpheus #dream x reader #y/n #i am a simp #morpheus x y/n #markiplier egos #darkiplier and wilford #Wilford Warfstache #Darkiplier #ruthanne #Alice #ophelia #Morpheus x Ophelia #morpheus x witch! reader #lord meowpheus #lord meowpheus x reader #lord morpheus x reader #hob gadling #hob and dream #Hob and dream being best bros #Jake Sweetbitter #self insert #goddess aphrodite #desire of the endless #i ship desire and aphrodite #desire x aphrodite #matthew the raven

[1997eitheror]

Interview Music Tag Game

RULES: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren't any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!)

tagged by my love @halahmp3 thank you 🫶🏻👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

I'll take coffee and talk about nothing, baby

Blue Diner by Mitski

2. What kind of [Virgo] are you?

Now the waves they drag you down / Carry you to broken ground / Though I find you in the sand / Wipe you clean with dirty hands

Spanish Sahara by Foals

3. You're visiting your favorite spot, what are you thinking about?

The world keeps spinning and the / Days go by / Time is precious and so is life

What is Life by George Harrison

4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

I can't explain but I wanna try

Fireside by Arctic Monkeys

5. Say you get a book deal, what are you titling your memoir?

For I've seen enough / To know where I belong

Fascination by Tamino

6. What would you say about your best friends?

See, don't ever set me free / I always wanna be by your side

You Really Got Me by The Kinks

7. Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school, what was your life motto as a teenager?

Nobody knows what he's doing / Still hanging around

Can’t Make a Sound by Elliott Smith

8. Describe your aesthetic now:

Bag on my side 'cause I'm out 'til dawn / Keeping it light like silk chiffon

Silk Chiffon by Muna and Phoebe Bridgers

9. What's a lyric that they'll quote in your eulogy?

Just let me know I'll be at the door, at the door / Hoping you'll come around

Meet Me in the Hallway by Harry Styles

10. And for our final question, say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?

Don't know you super well / But I think that you might be the same as me

Homemade Dynamite by Lorde

tagging @greatestlittlegiant, @blacksailsgf, @grealishs, @zalimaaa, @rashfcrd, @warmerkipferl, @balladofthe118

[wutbju]

Jimmy Dale “J.D.” Herchenhahn entered into the presence of his Lord and Savior whom he so earnestly loved and served Thursday morning May 11, 2023 at the Lower Cape Fear Hospice LifeCare Center. Some people called him Dr. Herchenhahn, many others knew him as Pastor, but to us he was forever our precious Dad and Papa. His faith has become sight, and we believe he heard a big “Well done, good and faithful servant” when he entered heaven’s gates!

He was preceded in death by his beloved wife of over 54 years, Jean Herchenhahn; his parents, A.B. and Iva Herchenhahn, two brothers, Allen Herchenhahn and Fred Herchenhahn; and five sisters, Lucille Jones, Jean Brunson, Gayle Mattheiss, Dawn Gunderson, and Louise Bates.

Jim loved his family dearly and will be most missed by his three children, Janna (Jeff) Attoe of Hampstead, Jay (Gina) Herchenhahn of Lancaster, SC, and Joy (Brad) Barth of Kernersville, NC; grandchildren Jensen (Ray) Rivera, Jonah Attoe, Jayse Attoe, Kalli Herchenhahn, Kassi Herchenhahn, Khloe Herchenhahn, Caleb Herchenhahn, Cooper Barth, Colton Barth, and Copley Barth; great-grandchildren, Vincent and Halston Rivera; two sisters, Wilma Jones and Judy Ray; many nieces and nephews. Janna, Jay and Joy would like to thank Steve and Joanna Groves, David Groves, and Tom Hayden for faithfully and lovingly caring for our dad. We would also like to acknowledge and thank David  and Cathy Lane, Edna Lancaster, Mark and Nancy Cramer, and Jimmy Sibbett for loving our dad and being the hands and feet of Jesus in dads time of need.

Jimmy Dale was born April 25, 1941 in Macedonia, Mississippi. During his junior year of high school in Pensacola, Florida, he received Christ as his Savior under the ministry of Dr. Dolphus Price.  As a senior, he surrendered to preach the Gospel.  He attended Bob Jones University in Greenville, South Carolina before serving two years with the United States Army. He was a Vietnam Veteran.

Jim finished his college education at Tennessee Temple College in Chattanooga, Tennessee. He was involved in many aspects of college life including playing on the baseball team and serving as student body President. It was there that he met and married his sweetheart. He received his bachelor’s degree in 1968.  He pastored the Fellowship Baptist Church in Trion, Georgia for three and a half years during his tenure at TTC and afterwards. Then in 1970, the Lord called the Herchenhahns to Wilmington to work at Grace Baptist Church—first as Assistant Pastor under Dr. Ray Noland, and then starting in 1971 as Senior Pastor of Grace and President of Wilmington Christian Academy.   

The Lord used Pastor Herchenhahn in a great way during his thirty-six years in leadership of the church and school.  Hundreds of people came to know the Lord under his ministry, and many others grew in their faith.  A number of men and women were called to various areas of “full-time Christian service” under his leadership.  Many missionaries, pastors, teachers, and others are still serving the Lord around the world.

He retired from Grace at the end of December 2006. That freed them up to do some short-term mission work in Guam. After that he began filling pulpits for preachers in and around the Wilmington area. That ministry led them to Riley’s Creek Baptist Church in 2010, where he was called to be their Senior Pastor. He retired from Riley’s Creek in 2021 for the primary purpose of taking care of his beloved wife and soulmate who was declining in health. He wanted to spend as much time with her as he possibly could, and that he did.

Only eternity will reveal the impact of the life and ministry of Pastor J.D. Herchenhahn. He was an exemplary pastor, faithfully preaching the Word and sharing the gospel, as well as humbly serving and caring for people. He often quoted these lines from a poem: “Others, Lord, yes, others, let this my motto be, “help me to live for others, that I may live like Thee.” He certainly reflected Jesus through his life.

The family will receive friends for visitation from 11:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. on Saturday, May 13, 2023 at Grace Baptist Church, 1401 North College Road, Wilmington, with a  memorial service honoring Pastor Herchenhahn will be immediately following. Close family friend and co-laborer Rev. Mike Meshaw will officiate along with Rev. David Lancaster and Rev. Jay Knolls.. There will be a graveside service at 1:00 p.m. on Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at  Oleander Memorial Gardens. with Rev. Brian Beaver conducting the service.

In lieu of flowers  memorials  may be made to Lower Cape Fear LifeCare Foundation, 1414 Physicians Dr., Wilmington, NC 28401. We will be forever grateful for their gentle care and compassion given to our dad.

Online condolences may be made by selecting Tribute Wall.

#Bob Jones University #BJU Hall of Fame #2023 #Obituary #BJU Alumni Association #Jimmy Dale “J.D.” Herchenhahn #Class of 1962

[el-los-world]

Alrighty, here I am with more Darkiplier headcanons (bc I am a shameless Darkiplier apologist) that have been living in my mind, head, and brain rent free 24/7, 365.

Again, if I am wrong about ANY of this, please don't hesitate to correct me. These are just wee little ideas I'm spewing here.

OK, so @markiplier stated in his ADWM breakdown stream how he was the fucking WORST. He was just fucking AWFUL. He was a social manipulator because of that, right? And while I do think that is true, I also have a feeling that part of the reason why he social manipulates you is because it's a defense mechanism (Well, on Damien's part, anyway. Celine does it bc that's just how she is, me thinks. Hence the "don't trust the seer" in WKM.) He's already been fucked over once. He's not allowing that shit to happen to him ever again, if he can help it. If anyone was gonna be fucking people over, it was gonna be him. He's done being a victim. As Damien once said "I'm tired of being a pawn in everybody's game."

Whatever you want Darkiplier to be to you, he will be it (this most likely goes hand-in-hand with his manipulation, to an extent. Hence the "if dinner is what you want, then I can provide..." in ADWM.) Actor!Mark obviously wants him to be the villain, so clearly, he's going to play that part, and play it exceptionally well. But with me, he seems a lot more like an anti-hero. It fits him so well, in my eyes. No, I'll admit, he's not some prince charming in shining armor, but he's not the full antagonist here, either. He's a perfect little mixture of both, to me (again, this could be me just being a complete Darkiplier apologist here. Don't quote me on this, please. )

Here's an extra bonus HC I have for Wilford, Dark, and Eric Derekson.

Wilford and Dark adopt him and raise him as their own. Dark tries his hardest to be the responsible and stern (but not too stern/abusive) parent. Meanwhile Wilford is the "Cool Parent™️." Dark and Wilford are both so protective of him. Actually, scratch that, all of the egos (even Googleplier and Actor!Mark) are protective with this sweet baby boy. The second Derek starts being a douche towards Eric (or really just be in the same room with Eric just to make him feel uncomfortable, or starts looking at him funny), everyone grabs the nearest object to just fucking PUMMEL or SHOOT the fucking dick with.

Dark and Eric spend time together by having coffee/tea and sitting in the library together while listening to soft music. It helps With poor Eric's nerves and anxiety, lets him relax for a while, as well as his medication, which both remind him to do frequently. Wilford spoils the FUCK out of him by taking him on shopping sprees, a movie, or even grabbing him a bite to eat, and such. It is pretty much the only time you see him being truly happy.

If there's anybody that could honestly trust Dark to not manipulate them, it's Eric and Wilford. Wilford because of their history, Eric because he has honestly done nothing wrong. He's precious. He's truly and purely innocent, and it tears Dark's heart to see what he's been through. He can't go through with it.

They're happy, but dear Lord, they are such a dysfunctional hot mess. But make no mistake, as long as he is with them, he's acknowledged, he's appreciated, he's validated, he's cared for, he's loved.

Now remember, I may be wrong about all of these things. I'm not Markiplier. I don't have any anecdotal details for these characters, and if I did, it's bc Mark told me, and I would not tell Jack shit unless Mark told me it was OK to leak this info out.

#Darkiplier headcanons #Darkiplier #Wilford warfstache headcanons #wilford warfstache #eric derekson #Eric Derekson headcanons #Hc #Hcs #Headcanon #Headcanons #Markiplier #Markiplier egos #Markiplier headcanons

[charlenasaxen]

A Song of Shadow and Starlight Quotes

His wispy blonde hair, cerulean blue eyes, and broad shoulders

We laughed and spoke of our future with starlight in our eyes.

kiss his dimpled cheeks. Despite his boyish charm, he is a grown man, and completely mine

can see his kind blue eyes now; feel his muscular arms tightening around my waist and his lips against mine

“Your precious fiancé, Bastian. The Beast of Midori.”

"You tell Bastian to come for me himself.”

The vendor's eyes light up when he sees us watching and he puts on a show. His chest puffs with culinary pride.

I’m sick to my stomach. I would have awoken to the news of my best friend’s death

instead of celebrating our marriage

The image of Bastian lying dead, stings

stroking one of the water foxes who had curled up in her lap and fallen asleep

places Bastian as a freshly titled Lord Commander at the age of eighteen

But that doesn't mean his affections for me aren't genuine. I do know he is my loving fiancé.

the last time I saw Bastian. Those boyish dimples of his, that charming smile, his tall, broad frame – the body of a soldier, the commanding presence of a king

I know there's a gentle, kind soul beneath the tough facade.

my fiancé would not have missed them either.

I can feel the ghost of Bastian's lips on mine, his arms wrapped around me, his muscular chest

his chin perched on my shoulder. The sweet and untainted love I thought we shared.

"Nyx!" I whimper in relief. Nyx sprints for me.

“There's no hope for me," I say. "But you can still make it out of here.”

When I open my eyes, Bastian is standing at the end of the pool, smiling down at me.

Bas laughs and the sound ignites my soul,

“Although, I find the idea of calling you my wife quite tempting."

"Come on, Lord Commander. Where is your sense of adventure?”

his eyes soft and inviting. "You know I love you more than anything.”

Bas lets out a deep, hearty laugh. "Do I say it that often or am I just predictable?”

“I like to think I keep you on your toes." I grab his arm, pulling him into the pool, fully dressed.

running my fingers through his locks.

The corners of his blue eyes crinkle when he smiles. “I could never be angry with you, my love.”

Whether Atlas gave me a signal to attack or not, I don't know, because I kick the casket lid off.

deep down inside, I still care for him. I've only loved one man

Bastian and the fairytale life I imagined

houseboats for people who prefer to be on water more than land. What a whimsical thought to have a house on the canal.

beautiful with its old-world columns and colorful murals

“My father always says he knows Midori will be in capable and loving hands when Bastian and I ascend”

Until I see Bastian again and talk to him

"So, am I bunking with you tonight, Princess? I'm told I'm an excellent cuddler.”

He bows and I take a step back. "Goodnight, my lady. Dream of me, as I shall dream of you.”

Ronan attempts to wink, but just blinks.

Prince Ronan curled up on the leather couch with a foot poking out from beneath his blanket.

his shirt is unbuttoned down the center giving a peek-a-boo glance

He slaps a hand against his reddening cheek. "I thought last night was a weird dream. I must apologize.”

“They shared adjoining cells and held hands throughout the night.”

“when the Beast of Midori -” “Stop calling him that!”

“Or will you answer to him as your king and husband?"

“What say you?"

Never trust a Tronovian. Unless they're your only hope.

It's better than blindly believing the lies I've been told by those who claim to love me. "We have a deal.”

#A Song of Shadow and Starlight #quotes #favourite scenes

[lindajenni]

sep 13

the power of His resurrection

"that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death, if, by any means, i may attain to the resurrection from the dead." phil 3:10

dear friends, there is a strong possibility that we might experience the power of His resurrection in the coming days. it seems everyday the signs are screaming at us, "look up and lift up your heads, because your redemption draws near." luke 21:28

i know. i'm rapture crazy. in reality, i'm Jesus crazy. i know there is a possibility this watch will join all the previous ones in disappointment, but i will not let that possibility dampen my excitement. i may finally get to see my Lord, face to face. for those who really love Jesus, this world has lost it's luster long ago.

where once a sense of decency and honor prevailed, now one can only see the darkness taking over the hearts of people. seeing what is so openly being displayed, can we even imagine what they are doing in secret? these things are not escaping the notice of our God.

do you know the genocide of christians is escalating all over the planet, and most of us in the western world don’t even know it is happening? did you know that vast multitudes of christians have been killed and hundreds of churches have been attacked in recent months? if you live in the western world, there is a good chance that you haven’t heard anything about this. that is because what becomes news is very tightly controlled by a handful of exceedingly powerful corporations. so you are going to get the “news” that they want you to have.

most have their attention diverted to "other" things. they search out social media to discover what their favorite celebrity is up to, along with various other things like "eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage." sound familiar? and then, when faced with all the talk of nuclear and a possible WW3, they just casually change the station to hear something more pleasant.

these are the ones living in deception; like obedient sheep being led to the slaughter. these are the ones that day will overtake them as a thief. but we are of the light and daily the cries of his precious ones cry out to Him. "how long, o Lord, holy and true, until You judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?" rev 6:10

my mind just keeps trying to image that burst of power that must have happened as Jesus returned from the dead. in life He had proclaimed, "I am the resurrection and the life." john 11:25 now He was about to prove it to those He knew from the foundation of the world.

i would hope our "daily" lives would already be a testimony to His grace, and if not, that none of us would waste any time in getting it "straight" with Him. i want my ears to be clean and unobstructed so when that trumpet call is made, i hear it plainly. i want my life to be clean and unfettered by the chains of this world. i remember lot's wife. once my desires mirrored hers. i was deep into the appeal of the world.

"but if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you." rom 8:11 although i usually quote from the NKJV, i like what the KJV says here. "he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies."

i know the dead will receive their new bodies first but i think we will only be the twinkling of an eye behind them. we shall know the power of that "quickening" that serviced our Lord. we will have passed from death into life. "beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when He shall appear, we shall be like Him; for we shall see Him as He is." 1 john 3:2

scripture tells us that when He arose there was an earthquake. graves were opened and many bodies of the saints which slept arose as well. we are seeing a preponderance of earthquakes even now. could the earth just be in rehearsal to present our resurrected bodies alive to Jesus?

"hope in the Lord; for with the Lord there is mercy, and with Him is abundant redemption." psa 130:7 our God excels in mercy! "do not fear, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom." luke 12:32

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus

[bookoformon]

2 Nephi Chapter 23. "A Parliament of Owls."

The destruction of Babylon is a type of the destruction at the Second Coming—It will be a day of wrath and vengeance—Babylon (the world) will fall forever—Compare Isaiah 13. About 559–545 B.C.

1 The burden of Babylon, which Isaiah the son of Amoz did see.

2 Lift ye up a banner upon the high mountain, exalt the voice unto them, ashake the hand, that they may go into the gates of the nobles.

3 I have commanded my sanctified ones, I have also called my amighty ones, for mine anger is not upon them that rejoice in my highness.

4 The noise of the multitude in the mountains like as of a great people, a tumultuous noise of the akingdoms of nations bgathered together, the Lord of Hosts mustereth the hosts of the battle.

5 They come from a far country, from the end of heaven, yea, the Lord, and the weapons of his indignation, to destroy the whole land.

6 Howl ye, for the aday of the Lord is at hand; it shall come as a destruction from the Almighty.

7 Therefore shall all hands be faint, every man’s heart shall amelt;

8 And they shall be afraid; pangs and sorrows shall take hold of them; they shall be amazed one at another; their faces shall be as flames.

9 Behold, the day of the Lord cometh, cruel both with wrath and fierce anger, to lay the land desolate; and he shall destroy the sinners thereof out of it.

10 For the stars of heaven and the constellations thereof shall not give their light; the sun shall be darkened in his going forth, and the moon shall not cause her light to shine.

11 And I will punish the world for evil, and the wicked for their iniquity; I will cause the arrogancy of the proud to cease, and will lay down the haughtiness of the terrible.

12 I will make a man more precious than fine gold; even a man than the golden wedge of Ophir "gathering of riches".

13 Therefore, I will shake the heavens, and the earth shall bremove out of her place, in the wrath of the Lord of Hosts, and in the day of his fierce anger.

14 And it shall be as the chased roe (a kind of deer), and as a sheep that no man taketh up; and they shall every man turn to his own people, and flee every one into his own land.

15 Every one that is proud shall be thrust through; yea, and every one that is ajoined to the wicked shall fall by the sword.

16 Their children also shall be dashed to pieces before their eyes; their houses shall be spoiled and their wives ravished.

17 Behold, I will stir up the Medes "measurements of Yah" against them, which shall not regard silver and gold, nor shall they delight in it.

18 Their bows shall also dash the young men to pieces; and they shall have no apity on the fruit of the womb; their eyes shall not spare children.

19 And Babylon, "source of fuels" the glory of kingdoms, the beauty of the Chaldees’ "people of Chesed or mercy" excellency, shall be as when God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah. "Tyrants and their citizens."

20 It shall never be inhabited, neither shall it be dwelt in from generation to generation: neither shall the Arabian "the wanderer" pitch tent there; neither shall the shepherds make their fold there.

21 But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.

22 And the wild beasts of the islands shall cry in their desolate houses, and dragons [have a poisonous bite] in their pleasant palaces; and her time is near to come, and her day shall not be prolonged. For I will destroy her speedily; yea, for I will be merciful unto my people, but the wicked shall perish.

When Rabbi Yochanan saw a fish owl he exclaimed, "Your justice is carried out even in the depths of the sea." (Psalms 36:7, Chulin 63a)

G‑d judges even the fish of the sea and arranges that the fish owl should catch those deserving punishment. [Rashi, on the above quote from the Talmud]

Many have asked why God doesn't do anything when there is rampant ungodliness. This chapter of Isaiah explains why:

We are supposed to do something about it. This is the medicine and it goes down just fine without God's help.

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 338

John 1:4

TOO LATE 1

Eze 14:19-20 “Or SUPPOSE I WERE TO SEND A PLAGUE INTO THAT LAND, AND POUR OUT MY RAGE ON IT WITH BLOODSHED, killing both people and animals. EVEN IF NOAH, DANIEL, AND JOB WERE IN IT, AS SURELY AS I LIVE, DECLARES THE SOVEREIGN LORD, THEY COULD NOT SAVE THEIR OWN SON OR DAUGHTER; THEY WOULD SAVE ONLY THEIR OWN LIVES BY THEIR RIGHTEOUSNESS. NET

Having dealt much with Traditions and attendant social challenges and relationships in Church. It is time we move on to other equally important things.

Let’s now start a focus on what could happen that would make God decide to judge and destroy men without any more response to pleas.

1Sa 16:1 The LORD asked Samuel, "HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO MOURN FOR SAUL NOW THAT I HAVE REJECTED HIM AS KING OF ISRAEL? Fill a flask with olive oil and go. I'm sending you to Jesse in Bethlehem because I've selected one of his sons to be king." GW

Before you say [again] that “GRACE covers all”, or “Jesus has paid the price”, look again at this.

Heb 10:30-31 For we know WHO SAID, "I WILL TAKE REVENGE, I WILL REPAY"; and who also said, "The Lord will judge his people." IT IS A TERRIFYING THING TO FALL INTO THE HANDS OF THE LIVING GOD! GNB

That was Apostle Paul, in the dispensation of Grace, quoting the Old Testament and warning us by it.

I will say, as many times as possible: Jesus would never undermine the Old Testament. Period!

Mat 5:17 “IF YOU THINK I’VE COME TO SET ASIDE THE LAW OF MOSES OR THE WRITINGS OF THE PROPHETS, YOU’RE MISTAKEN. I have come to fulfill and bring to perfection all that has been written. TPT

I won’t digress far from our focus (Too Late): Jesus Himself showed us that the most precious things in life have time frame within which to pursue or you miss out totally and without remedy.

Luk 13:24-25 DO ALL YOU CAN TO GO IN BY THE NARROW DOOR! A lot of people will try to get in, but will not be able to. ONCE THE OWNER OF THE HOUSE GETS UP AND LOCKS THE DOOR, YOU WILL BE LEFT STANDING OUTSIDE. You will knock on the door and say, "Sir, open the door for us!" BUT THE OWNER WILL ANSWER, "I DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT YOU!" CEV

Take note of the word “ONCE”. Some of us believe in the “15 minutes grace”.

A worker, supposed to arrive church by 6am, [personally] sets for himself some “Time Grace”, always arriving late.

You are not serious and you don’t know God. Jesus said nobody will open the door ONCE it is shut.

You note another phrase: owner of the house STANDS UP. What does it mean to stand up?

Isa 3:13 THE LORD TAKES HIS POSITION TO JUDGE; HE STANDS UP TO PASS SENTENCE ON HIS PEOPLE. NET

When a man stands up, he is saying: “alright, that does it. I can’t take it anymore”.

That means his patience has run out and he will no longer be pacified or entreated with even pleas or gifts.

Also, have you really wondered why the Lord will say: “I don’t know you please”?

Because such people will be disavowed from the covenant that His Children should have; it ceases right there!

Luk 13:26-27 “THEN YOU WILL REPLY, ‘BUT LORD, WE DINED WITH YOU AND WALKED WITH YOU AS YOU TAUGHT US.’ And he will reply, ‘DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND? I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, FOR YOU ARE NOT A PART OF MY FAMILY. YOU CANNOT ENTER IN. Now, go away from me! For you are all disloyal to me and do evil.’ TPT

There is that point where [former] Christians will try to use the Word of God against Him. Being a God of Integrity, we would suppose that He can’t deny those He has spoken to, or used before.

2Ti 2:12-13 If we endure, we will also reign with him. IF WE DENY HIM, HE ALSO WILL DENY US. IF WE ARE FAITHLESS, HE REMAINS FAITHFUL. FOR HE CAN’T DENY HIMSELF.” WEB

You can’t “corner” God with His own Word dear. You may even be bold to quote to Him…

Psa 30:5 HIS ANGER LASTS ONLY A MOMENT, HIS GOODNESS FOR A LIFETIME. Tears may flow in the night, but joy comes in the morning. GNB

It is good and true but did He [ever] tell us that it is applicable to us if we live ANYHOW?

Heb 10:26-27 FOR IF WE SIN WILFULLY AFTER THAT WE HAVE RECEIVED THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE TRUTH, THERE REMAINETH NO MORE SACRIFICE FOR SINS, But a certain fearful looking for of judgment and fiery indignation, which shall devour the adversaries. KJV

Will you write a WILL and include a man who you raised as a son but came and slapped you right in the face; Would you sacrifice your son’s life and yet retain Mercy if they despise you after?

Heb 10:29 WHAT DO YOU THINK A PERSON WHO SHOWS NO RESPECT FOR THE SON OF GOD DESERVES? That person looks at the blood of the promise (the blood that made him holy) as no different from other people's blood, and HE INSULTS THE SPIRIT THAT GOD GAVE US OUT OF HIS KINDNESS. HE DESERVES A MUCH WORSE PUNISHMENT. GW

If God says He doesn’t know anyone, it must mean that He is saying: “you can’t be my own Son or Loyal follower and do the kind of things you have done to me.

Get out of my sight”!

Now, have you seriously thought of the Verse (Heb 10:31): “…Terrible to fall into God’s hands…”?

Deu 33:27 The eternal God is your refuge, and UNDERNEATH ARE THE EVERLASTING ARMS. And He shall throw the enemy out from before you, and shall say, Destroy! MKJV

If Mercy ceases, the Safe Arms and Hands of God, which shields us and crushes our enemies, could turn around and crush those who reject Him, right in the same Hollow of His hands.

May we never fall into His hands for judgment, in Jesus name.

Join us on Wednesday as we proceed with this insightful subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Monday, April 10, 2023

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