#Redeemer; Joy In The Morning

[rory-cakes]

Birdy's Alastor

Y/n Altruist's presence seemed to radiate even in death. As she passed through the pearly gates of heaven, a soft, ethereal glow surrounded her, drawing others to her just as she had in life. Over time, she became known as the angel whose voice soared like a canary's, captivating all who heard her. Her weekly concerts became a much-anticipated event, a beacon of joy in the heavenly realm.

When Y/n was allowed to observe her loved ones, she was unprepared for the sight that greeted her. She saw her mother-in-law in a graveyard, cradling a tiny baby—her baby, Eudora. But it was the sight of the headstone that caught her breath.

However, she started to choke on her breath when she saw what was on the headstone. 

Here lies Alastor and Y/n Altruist 

Beloved Parents and Family

May their soul find each other in the next life

Her Alastor was dead?

What had happened to him? 

Why wasn’t he here with her? 

When she asked her frantic questions, the truth almost made her faint. 

Yes, he was dead; a deer hunter shot him; he was a serial killer and a cannibal. 

Her Alastor. 

No that wasn’t her Alastor. 

Her Alastor rubbed her feet after a long shift and always had a cup of tea ready when she got home. 

Her Alastor made cringy radio jokes first thing in the morning and then apologized with breakfast. 

Her Alastor made sure she was happy and healthy during her pregnancy. 

Her Alastor couldn’t wait to father his child. 

This was the world’s Alastor.

Y/n’s Alastor was real. 

She needed to see him.

Now

Lucifer’s Daughter?

She’s here to talk about a rehabilitation hotel?

Hazbin Hotel is ironic but okay.

Y/n thought the idea in itself was good. Sure, it could use more workshopping and an overall steady plan of how they were going to do this, but other than that, it was great. 

As Y/n grew deeper into her thoughts about the hotel logistics, she didn’t realize the commotion happening in front of her. 

“Gotta say I can’t wait to-”

“Adam!”

“-come down and exterminate you!”

What?

Exterminate?

Could her husband be exterminated?

That wouldn’t do.

During her time in heaven, Y/n grew to be loved by many. That includes the higher angels. Sara’s Bosses. Considering how even Emily didn’t know of the extermination, Y/n had a slight hunch that the higher-ups didn’t know about it either. So, after her most recent  concert, she asked for an audience with the seven virtues. 

Due to their busy schedules they weren’t able to see her until a month later.

They were NOT happy. Sinners were never mean to suffer like that, they were meant to repeant. That’s why the hotel was so important. Turns out no one had even told them it existed. 

With the events of the most recent extermination and Adam’s death, the seven virtues were preparing to put Sara on trial as well as Lute when somthing exstrodinary happened. 

A sinner was redeemed!

The hotel worked!!

Since Y/n was the one who brought light to the subject, the seven virtues asked that she be the one to check on the progress of the hotel from now on.

She gladly accepted.

A/N: Hope you liked part four of Alastor's Birdy!!

part 5

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[nightmarist]

Some Zevlor Things —

EDIT 12/2/23: Added a few more things

A fellow Tiefling Hellrider, Tilses, is with him in the caves acting as his bodyguard. He sometimes calls her Tilly.

There is one bedroll in the caves shoved off in the far corner with a book titled "The Devil You Know: An Autobiography" - not sure if it's his personal writing or if he's reading it, either way it adds to the flavor of his of his tiefling pride (and/or anguish).

It reads:

Have you ever had a god change your blood? It is a horrifying thing, even for those who may desire it. Yet few tieflings wished for Asmodeus to claim their bodies, only be given no choice in the matter. It is not as if we were well-loved before the archdevil's gambit. Our people have always struggled against the notion of 'devilkin', as if a single drop of infernal ichor inescapably corrupts. How amusing, when so many others willingly sell their souls to fiends, yet their culture as a whole escapes the blame. By what method can we redeem ourselves, when the crime is not ours? I would drive a blade into every warlock that aided Asmodeus' damned ritual, but personal vengeance cannot undo the will of a god, much less one as slippery as the Lord of Lies. When every passerby thinks you a thief and heretic, it is deeply tempting to become one. (cut off) The only thing that has stopped me is knowing Asmodeus wants nothing more than for all of us to fall from grace.

Around the his table are Invasion Plans for Elturgard, Traveler's Guide to Baldur's Gate, Traveler's Guide to the Sword Coast Vol IV: The Risen Road (which aligns when he tells you earlier there are gnolls on the road), and "Front and Center: a Thespian's Memoir" that reads:

"... in fact, the greatest joy of my life hasn't been acting, but becoming. When you choose a character to play, you don't just wear a mask - you take a little bit of their soul for your own. Whoever you are in your heart of hearts, if only by the faintest note."

Zevlor aside I think this is a sweet quote for the player and player character relationship <3

Dialogue in the Caves:

Zevlor: I Hardly need a bodyguard, Tilses. This isn't Avernus. Tilses: No sir. At least the monsters there looked like monsters.

—

Tilses: Commander— Zevlor: Just Zevlor, Tilly. We're civilians now, remember? Tilses: With respect, sir — being a Hellrider is for life. They can't take — Zevlor: They can, and did. Avernus changed things — best we get used to that. Tilses: ... Yes, Zevlor

—

Tilses: The Watch or the Flaming Fist? Zevlor: Pardon? Tilses: When we get to Baldur's Gate. Where are we enlisting? Zevlor: I'm done soldiering, Tilly. I'd like a clean start. But go with the Watch. You're too honest to be a mercenary.

—

Zevlor: No word from the scouts, yet? Tilses: No sir. But if there's a clear path past the goblins, they'll find it. Zevlor: Yes, of course.

ITEMS —

in the Chest there is a bronze goblet, 46 gold, and a battle-worn blade. On his person he has his gloves (Hellrider's Pride), an apple, a camp supply pack, and the key to his chest.

The blade says:

A fine by well-used sword. It seemed to have once belonged to a holy order, but the indication of rank and patron deity at the hilt have recently been filed down.

The gloves' flavor text says:

A waft of sulphur emanates from this proudly-kept piece.

Celebration at the Camp:

"I should be out there, talking with them. In... Just a moment, maybe." "Is this everyone? Our numbers have grown so few..." "No more. I can't afford to lose any more of them." "No. Let them have fun. I'll be ruining it come morning anyway."

Mindfayer Colony:

Things he mumbles in the Pod:

The pod will show you his memories of Elturel:

After saving Zevlor, I forced myself to pick the "mean" options just to see how it goes.

If you tell him its his fault tieflings were imprisoned in moonrise, he says:

If you tell him "Do yo have a right to ask?" when he asks about the tieflings:

He doesn't argue with any of your remarks except one, when he says "For a moment I welcomed it" and you tell him "For a moment until you realized your reward would be a tadpole" he corrects you:

If you tell him if he wanted power he should live up to his own ideal:

If you tell him to get out of your sight:

When you tell him it's not his fault he was enthralled:

If you tell him "Fine. Good luck, Zevlor."

If you say you could use another blade in the fight to come:

At the Netherbrain:

(smiling <3)

"The journey has been brutal, but I stand here a Hellrider once more, and I would die a proud man if I died this day."

I know it's a Soldier thing to be proud to die for a cause but it still makes me worry for him given his background so far <:]

If you click on him, he has two unvoiced lines:

if you pickpocket him at this point, he'll have the same items on him as before (in this save he has a carrot instead of an apple for me).

His stats at this time: (Steeped in Bliss is from one of my items)

Post Game (Patch 5)

I don't know if there are other permutations of this letter, yet, but this is what I received:

I hope my penmanship has improved somewhat in the past months. When I first stumbled into this city, I shook so badly that I could scarcely hold the soup the priests pressed into my hands - let alone write and thank you as you deserve. It is only when the city itself began to shake that I felt my hands grow still. Along with the other veterans sheltering at the temple - discards of Elturel's 'unworthy' legions - I watched that monstrosity rise over the city. We felt no fear. Only anger. Disgust. Purpose - and with it, power. I do not know what oath we cling to now, or how long it will last - but we shall use it to ensure that this city will not suffer as Elturel did. Whether it wants us or not. It is more than thanks alone I owe. No words can make amends for what I did to my people, but that is as it should be. More come to the temple every day to aid in the relief efforts, and if I am permitted to work alongside them, then I am content. Come and see us, when you can. Zevlor

It's interesting — if not bitterswet, tragic, and inspiring — to hear that Zevlor and other Paladins regained their Oaths via pure, stubborn devotion to saving people when it began to look as bad as Elturel.

#zevlor #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #act 1 spoilers #act 2 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #this man reeks of self loathing i want to bathe him in love and comfort #i also want him carnally #act 3 spoilers #bg3 meta

[fettuccin-e]

Angel Incarnate

Kinktober Day 7: Soft and Slow

Tags: Javier Peña x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv, slight breeding kink, really really light angst, domesticity, javi is finally happy guys okay (w/c: 1K)

A/N: Alright so this is so fluffy it hardly even feels like a kinktober prompt but y'know what javi has his dick out so it counts okay. anyway i had a really fun time writing this because i love it when sad characters are happy it brings me insurmountable joy (For the month I've been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)

Everything around him has always been so violent. His world has always been bloody and bruised and chaotic, and Javier had always supposed that it was just meant to be that way.

He didn’t deserve anything better than the angry pain of Bogatá. He’d hurt too many people, ripped apart too many lives to be redeemed, to deserve any kind of sweetness. His life boiled down to blood and tears, the endless race against the narcos too much to take anything slow. The only sex he had was rough and violent, just like his life, just like his soul.

Getting back to Laredo, to his father’s ranch, had been a kind of culture shock that he didn’t think he could experience anymore. The lack of gunfire, the lack of violence, day in and day out, had him reeling.

He’d tried burying himself in the work, fixing up his childhood home and tending to the cattle and the horses, hardly venturing into town at all. The people who knew Javi, the young man who left Laredo with a bride at the altar for a life as an agent, did not need to know Javier, the broken, hollow, shell of a man. He didn’t need their pity, their looks of confusion mixed with sympathy.

He regrets those first few months now, the ones that he spent hiding from the rest of the world. After all, the first time he went out into town, went into the only little library for miles, he found you.

And you, God, you’re so different. So kind and patient, even when he’s rough with you, even when he tries to push you away. It’s a kind of slow, soft sweetness that sings through his bones, that makes him feel human again. 

You’re slow with him, gentle in a way that he hasn’t been treated in years. He feels precious here, with you, between the soft sheets of your shared bed, as you roll your hips on top of him, taking him slow and so deep inside of you.

He wants to grip your hips so hard they bruise, roll you over and slam into you until you’re sobbing and writhing from the pleasure of it. He wants to press your face into the pillows and fuck you hard into the mattress. 

But he holds back, just like you want him to. Let yourself just feel, Javi, you had told him one day, after he’d taken control from you, just like he wants to right now. We don’t have to rush.

So he doesn’t. He brushes his hands along your waist, relishing in your soft skin as  you drop yourself down on his cock, over and over again. You gasp as he stretches you apart.

“That’s it, baby, so beautiful for me,” Javier murmurs. “That feel good, sweetheart?”

You nod, whining as he guides you down to grind deep into your g-spot. “It’s so- it’s so good, Javi. You feel so big like this.”

Javier groans as you clench around him, tight and wet and fucking perfect. The soft morning light filters through the curtains you put up last week, illuminating your skin and enshrining you like an angel. You are an angel, he thinks, as close to heaven as he’ll ever get.

He leans up, searching for a kiss that you gladly grant him. He loves kissing you, licking into your mouth and tasting you as you moan for him.

You curl your hands into his hair, grown longer with his time away from the DEA. The one time he’d asked you about cutting it, you’d protested so hard he’d laughed for thirty minutes straight. He’d started letting it grow after that.

You lean back up, undulating your hips in a way that has him groaning, pulling on your hips to help you along.

“You want to cum, Javi?” you murmur, pulling him in so fucking deep his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Por favor, nena, si,” he gasps, and God, you’re the only one that can make him beg like this. To make him desperate like this.

“Come on, honey, fill me up,” you coo, and Javi is lost to it. His hips jerk up of their own accord, pumping into you involuntarily with his orgasm. He spills into you without the fear of knocking you up, knowing that there’s no violence, no uncertainty with you. A small, not-so-secret part of him actually hopes it’ll take.

You whine above him, pushing your hips down on him over and over, frantic for your climax. He reaches a hand between you both and rubs slow, hard circles into your clit, and fuck, the way you cum will always steal the breath from his lungs. Your eyes clench shut, your mouth exhaling a beautiful, melodic little moan as you rock yourself on his cock, working yourself through it.

“That’s it, beautiful, so fucking good to me, so pretty for me,” he husks, and you curl yourself over him, meeting his lips in a sticky-wet kiss that has you both desperate for more. He palms his hands over your back, pulling you down to rest on top of him as you both breathe through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You both don’t move for a long time, content to bask in each other’s warmth as the morning sun rises, bringing another day to spend together. It’s a kind of peace, a kind of contentment, he’d thought was a pipe dream for so, so long.

“How did I ever find you?” He murmurs into the quiet of the room. You tilt your head up from where it rests on his chest to smile softly at him. He feels like he could drown in your gaze.

“I think we were always meant to find each other,” you whisper, and like always, he knows you’re right.

#oh sweet javi love of my life #let me fix you #and also fuck you #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader #javier pena smut #javi pena x reader #javi pena x you #narcos fanfiction #narcos smut

[colourstreakgryffin]

Had a funky idea.. what about a Charlie x Pinkie Pie like! Reader? :)

Haha! Awwww! This is my first time ever trying out Charlie! For real, Charlie would absolutely love Pinkie Pie and we know it! I wanted to do romantic but for some reason, I can’t really get anything out unlike what I wanted so sorry, this is solely platonic!

Charlie Morningstar- Balloon Soul

Charlie is a sweetheart. She loves the concepts of positivity, sunshine, rainbows and cupcakes. Anything good has her one hundred percent attention. So when she meets you, the embodiment of joy and friendship growing, she automatically befriends you and learns about you

She doesn’t understand how you’re a Sinner. You’re beaming with hyperactivity and happiness. Yet, here you are. Instead of being a client, she hires you to work at her Hotel since you’re simply perfect at spreading redemption with your good-hearted but energetic character

Charlie will happily attend any party you throw; outside of the Hotel or inside the Hotel. She also relies on you to be the party planner and be the general activity planner since you’re really creative and capable at organising big events. Even better than her girlfriend, Vaggie. You become a valuable member of the Staff in no time!

Charlie also enjoys telling you her favourite sweet flavours because you’ll come in with cupcakes or a big cake, all for her! The fact you remember absolutely everything about her makes her heart flutter. She adores you, you’re basically another version of her… just a bit more talkative, jokey and loud but the personality you two share is why she likes you so much, you bond so well with people

Charlie is so close to you, you’re basically her right hand lady, that her girlfriend, Vaggie, gets jealous of you and she has to clear it up with Vaggie to ensure nothing goes back inbetween her best friend and her love

Charlie really appreciates how much of a sweetheart you are as well. You’re a very good friend, warm-hearted and sympathetic whilst working hard to make people smile so when she feels down, you’d make sure she is laughing and smiling again in no time. She loves this

Charlie is the first one there and the last one out of anything you arrange; farewell party, we succeeded party, birthday party, couple anniversary party, we redeemed sinners party! Anything, she’s dolling herself up to get your approval and she adores how cute your party-accessorised ball gown is

Charlie actually turns to you for emotional support. Believe it or not. You may be hyper and childish but you’re actually really emotionally well-adjusted and with your backstory of being a dull, miserable child that found happiness through colour. She looks to you for advice when she needs it inside a sad dark place

Charlie also leans on you heavily, you’re her right hand and she knows you won’t mock her in any fashion. Suspect her to rant to you about her problems with her relationship with Vaggie(rest easy Alastor) and there is very little times that she doesn’t take what you offer her

Charlie likes your hair… it makes no sense but she loves brushing and tying it up for you. It’s a big bubbly mess but it’s a beautiful bubbly mess. You two can trade doing hairstyles together early in the morning and it’s precious. Charlie feels more pretty when her best friend and her girlfriend say she is

Charlie is quite good at handling how talkative and upbeat you are. You talk as much as she does and therefore, she is really the only person in the Hotel that can tolerate how much of a high-spirit chatterbox you are. She enjoys it since you act like she is your younger sister, she is fine with you always chatting

Charlie likes how cute your Hellborn alligator friend is, Gummy. It’s a adorable fang-less baby alligator that is clamped on your hair and she’ll happily help you care for him when you can’t and she is getting use to the feeling of a small Hellborn alligator clung onto her ponytail by his tough gummy jaws… it’s not as uncomfortable as she thought

“Leitora! Leitora! Here! Here! Look at this balloon animal I made! It’s just like the one you made for me! Do you think Vaggie would like it? Do you like it? I like it! Are you proud of it?”

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[shotmrmiller]

I GASPED

Need the reader to just have a change of heart and keep it for no good reason- stops coming home and instead makes Simon swear not to tell a soul. SHe’s such a good dad- helping her with any and everything. Vows to kill the bastard who did that to his little girl but promises to give his grandSON everything like he did with his daughter.

I can imagine him cracking jokes (that you can’t find funny at all in the state you’re in) about how you made him a DILF and now he’s gonna be a GILF.

Price doesn’t care at first, just shrugs it off. Idk how he’d redeem himself but at the same time you can’t keep his kid a secret forever

no no! i need my happy ending i on god just ruined my own day.

price cares, he's been itching for a baby.

but he can't expose himself as the dad! he's too old, simon will actually slit his throat, it's simply not possible.

so when he hears the news, he sticks his hands in his pockets to hide the way the tremble.

lowers his head, his bucket hat covering the way his eyes glisten with tears of joy.

from his loins, a life shall spring forth.

simon is furious and snarls at you in front of the guys.

"how could you be so stupid?" i'm on birth control, it's not like i got pregnant on purpose. that seems to melt away some of his anger.

"who's the father?" it doesn't matter, he is unavailable. simon grinds his molars so hard you can hear it.

"are you keeping it?" yes. my actions, my consequence— not what is to be my baby.

john's heart soars in his chest. what a blessing you've come to be, and he swears upon himself that he will take care of anything and everything if it's within his capabilities.

when you go back to college, john brings you whatever you want. lozenges for the morning sickness, peptobismol, apple juice, saltines— you name it, it's yours.

you record your checkups and when he hears the fetus' heartbeat for the first time, he goes home and calls a divorce lawyer.

he's officially a single man within a month.

whatever chance he gets, he takes you slow, savoring every moment, caressing the new curves, kissing the swell of your growing belly.

he offers to drive you places instead of letting you use uber or the bus.

"it's not safe for a vulnerable woman such as yourself."

simon questions him once about his unnatural attachment to his daughter, but what john says is nothing but the truth.

"she's your daughter, of course. i'd do anything to keep her safe and sound, especially now that she's growing a baby. i love her as if she was mine."

simon doesn't doubt him again.

it's all smooth sailing, and the baby finally arrives.

the boys visit, bringing teddy bears, balloons and the like. when kyle and johnny coo over the baby, simon bumps shoulders with john.

"now's your chance to come clean, Price."

guess the cat's out the bag, now.

-

unbeknownst to john, simon had seen how john's arm twitched that one time you said, "pass the salt, daddy," during dinner.

#dbf!price

[cycat-carisi]

Morning News

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader

Summary: You have some news to share with Steve, even if it's early in the morning.

Tags: Fluff! Established relationship, aged up characters, no y/n since I read it as yes/no in my head, lol.

Length: <1k. A short little drabble - my first Steve fic!

A/N: I'm a little late to the Stranger Things fandom, but as soon as I recognized that Steve would be the redeemable asshole, I fell for him hard. Over the seasons, he just kept getting better, and I adore him for it! <3

Fic below the cut or on AO3 here

He lays on his chest, the soft bedsheets nipping beneath the curve of his freckled shoulder blades. You place a warm hand overtop your husband's exposed skin, rubbing delicate circles over the area. He always had been a heavy sleeper.

"Steve...Steve?" Whispers of his name fall gently from your lips as the morning sun begins to peek through the blinds beyond you. "Honey, wake up."

Finally, a strained groan rumbles from his throat as Steve slowly rouses from a peaceful night's sleep. As he stirs, his legs spread to your side of the bed, feet blindly searching for yours like they always do.

Except, you're not in bed. Well, not fully anyway. You have already been up and awake for almost an hour. You would let Steve doze longer, except there's something you simply need to share with him.

Consciousness begins to set in when Steve doesn't find your warmth tucked in your normal place next to him. Removing an arm from beneath his pillow, he begins sliding it towards you. At last, he opens a bleary hazel eye to discover that you're laying atop the covers.

"Morning, baby," he manages, voice gravely with sleep. With a deep inhale, he stretches, rolling himself onto his side and further up on his pillow.

You smile affectionately at him. This is the person you love most in this world. Even with disheveled hair and creases etched into his skin from the bedsheets, he is still the one who makes your heart soar.

Steve meets your gaze, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his face. "You're up early. Everything okay?"

You reach out again, hand gliding up his arm before daintily pushing the errant chestnut locks away from his face. "Mhmm," you hum, but the hint of hesitation in your tone doesn't go unnoticed by your husband.

Steve's brow furrows while he shifts to prop himself up on an elbow. Those hazel eyes peer into yours questioningly. He knows you too well.

"I woke up this morning not feeling the greatest," you admit. Steve's concerned expression only deepens. "So," you flash him a small smile, "I tried something, just to see..." your voice trails off. Is this really how you should tell him? But Steve's features hold an array of emotions – concern, alarm, worry, confusion – and in your heart you know it's best to just come out and say it.

"Steve," you speak his name with meaning. Your tone, though soft and loving, makes him sit up a little straighter; peer a little deeper into your eyes. All you see reflected back at you is love. "Steve," you try again, more assured. "I took a test. We're going to have a baby."

Steve's eyes go wide at your words but immediately soften. You can practically see his heart swell inside his chest. "A...a...a baby?!" His voice is overcome with joy as he quickly sits all the way up to envelop you in his arms. Giggles gush from your lungs as Steve showers kisses on your temple, against your hair, along your forehead. He pecks your nose and your cheeks before leaning back to meet your gaze. "I'm gonna be a dad?" he chokes out, voice raw with emotion.

You nod adoringly at him, the widest smile parting your mouth. And that's when Steve kisses you – a proper kiss that pours every ounce of the love he has for you straight against your lips.

You slide your arms around his neck, gently tangling your fingers in the hair that rests there. You hope he can feel just how much you love him too.

Suddenly, a rumble of laughter bubbles out of your husband. "We're gonna have a baby!" he blurts incredulously, rearing back to admire your smile.

"Does that make you happy?" you tease, noticing how Steve's eyes sparkle with delight.

"I'm the happiest man alive!" He flashes you a brilliant smile that's all teeth and crinkled eyes. "And you," he continues, tone growing deep and affectionate, hand cupping your cheek. "You're gonna be a mom! An amazing, loving mother."

"And you will be an incredible dad, Steve," you coo, splaying your palm overtop his steady heartbeat. "You've got the biggest heart of anyone I know."

Steve's smile only grows.

"I love you," you whisper sweetly to each other, exchanging yet another intimate kiss.

Tenderly, Steve places a hand over your tummy. "The Harringtons have a little nugget in the oven."

You nod lovingly, raising your head to connect your gaze with his. "We still have to confirm with a doctor, but yeah, I think we're finally going to have that family we've always dreamed about, babe."

With a smile brighter than the morning sun, Steve once again leans in to kiss your nose. "I can't wait, sweetheart. I can't wait."

♡

Feedback is loved!

(I've also got another fic on the go that's slowly being filled in with ideas. Hopefully someday it'll get done!)

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x fem!reader #my fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #Tiffany rises from the depths every so often to post a fic before retreating into the abyss once more

[yanderes-galore]

Here is my other request: it's a scenario for a platonic Pop (HTF) that wants reader as a new kid. After Cub died for good, Pop lost his sanity to grief, guilt and loneliness, to the point that nothing in his life mattered anymore. Honestly, i think he wouldn't even mind if his paws were covered in blood. Now, entering Yandere territory. Imagine if this Pop found reader, who is in their twenties. The bear meets a kind, gentle and friendly person who ends up captivating him to the point that he starts to act like a father to them. Maybe it's fate giving him another chance. Now, he promises that he will never let anything happen to his new child, even if his claws and fangs are dripping with the blood of more people. (possible scenario: Lifty and Shifty try to rob reader, only to find a broken and angry bear who has nothing left to lose. The result: two mutilated raccoons. You can put as much gore as you want).

OH BOY! Haven't touched Happy Tree Friends in a while. Time to go back to what I do best... psychotic bears.

May have spelling/grammar errors, it was no properly checked for errors.

Projections

Yandere! Pop Story

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Fear of loss, Mind break, Blood, Gore, Death, Major character death (Cub is dead, so are Lifty and Shifty), Manipulation, Violence, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Murder, Disturbing descriptions, Dubious companionship.

The death of a child is never easy for a parent. Even if you've seen it countless times... Waking up like it's some nightmare... The trauma sticks with you. Pop thought losing his son would be just another one of his nightmares....

No... life decided it would like to be cruel to him once again.

Pop first lost his wife... now he lost his dearest Cub in a freak accident. The bear still couldn't process the amount of blood on his own fur. He remembers he couldn't stop shaking... his eyes twitching as he stares at the blood on his paws.

Even as he woke up in the morning, it was all still the same. He woke up alone. No wife, no kid, just him.

Just him and the memory of holding his son... Both covered in blood.

Pop didn't think he'd recover. He was tired of these nightmares involving death. All he ever saw was blood deep in his mind and it led the bear to constant nights of suffering.

Pop doubted he'd even be a parent again. He doubted he'd even get to feel the joys of that anymore. No... he was a failure, just a bear undeserving of his own name.

However... then life decided it wanted to play nice again.

Out on a walk, Pop met you.

You were an adult who had been partaking in college. You were at the park to catch some fresh air after studying and came across Pop. Being respectful, you offer chat to the bear.

Pop was hesitant at first but eventually joined you on a bench. From there, Pop learned you were kind... gentle... and friendly. You cared to listen to what he's gone through and you two managed to become good... friends...?

Pop wonders if Cub would've grown up to be just like you if he was alive. The thought brings tears to his eyes for just a moment, yet you manage to distract him from the pain. You... You were such a sweet angel.

Perhaps you were sent to him as a second chance.

A chance to be redeemed as a parent and mentor.

Since your meeting in the park, Pop has offered himself up as a mentor for you. He became someone you could rely on as you worked through college. Part if him wonders how Cub would've done at college....

Unbeknownst to you, you became a replacement for Cub. In Pop's eyes, you were his new kid. A kid he'd do anything to protect...

Anything as long as it meant you lived a safe and happy life.

Pop never took his eyes off you. He had your number in his phone and tried to be near you at all times. He even decorated your nickname in his phone.

Pop often invited you to bowling, he offers to play Tetris with you... He even asks if you like barbecue. He wants to prove he can be a good father figure for you. He's trying his hardest to embrace this second chance he was gifted with.

Although, the true test came quicker than he thought.

Pop never liked Lifty and Shifty. The two raccoons were no good crooks who took advantage of others. He didn't think he could hate them more.

Until he caught them robbing you in an alley.

After that... all that was left was red.

Pop never saw you cower into the corner as he lunged at the two raccoons. Pop never heard himself roar as he tore into their flesh. He barely even tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

The alleyway becomes painted red. The squeals and screeches of raccoons rings out before going dead silent. The smell of gore stings in your nose.

Pop's onslaught only stops when he hears sobbing. Your sobbing brings him back to reality. To him it sounds like the cry of a baby...

His baby.

Pop snaps back, spitting out chunks of flesh as he looks down. Once again... he's covered in blood... and it's not another nightmare. The taste is all real and he stares down at the mangled and gouged corpses of the raccoons who tried to rob you.

His wide bloodshot eyes snap to you. You're crying... screaming... but he saved you. Those raccoons can't hurt you anymore.

They're dead forever... just like Cub... just like his family...

But he has you now... and you have him.

"Sweetheart..." The bear finally speaks, coming closer as you try to scurry away. "It's all going to be okay... they can't hurt you anymore."

You try to run, but the bear quickly pulls you into his arms. You struggle and gag at the feeling of blood and gore in his fur. You want to go home.

"Just relax..." The bear coos. "Papa bear is here now... just calm down."

Eventually you relax yourself in an attempt to appease Pop. He smiles softly... his smile bloody. You convulsed in disgust again before Pop sighs.

"Let's get you home, baby..." Pop chirps, dragging you out of the alleyway.

"We both need to get cleaned up!"

You follow him reluctantly... Too tired and stressed to fight... although you begin to assume you aren't going to your home tonight.

#yandere happy tree friends #yandere htf #yandere pop #yandere pop the bear #platonic yandere

[bowlzone]

Before the year draws to a close I wanted to take a moment to reflect on the best (and worst) cereals of 2023. I appreciate you all coming on this cereal ride with me this year, and can't wait to see what cereals 2024 has in store!

Top three cereals of 2023: 1. Frosted Lemon Cheerios - How tragic it is that these Cheerios were a limited time offer, such was their creativity and deliciousness. As it is, I picked them up on a trip to the States in April and had to be satisfied with one singular box of delight. Here's hoping that the summer of 2024 sees Frosted Lemon Cheerios return with a citrussy flourish.

2. Crunchy Nut Bites - An unexpected light in the darkness of these winter months, this has become a staple of my cereal shelf ever since that first box of them in November. Although a small and slightly expensive, it's hard to rival Crunchy Nut Bites for texture and joy. A welcome bowl of this cereal is a fine way to kick off the first morning of 2024.

3. South Korean Oreo O's - My white whale of cereal was finally acquired this year and lo and behind, I able to confirm what the online cereal community had previously stated. This is the best form of Oreo O's available. Rich, chocolaty and indulgent there is no improvement that can be had for this triumph of the form.

Honorable mention - Although I don't post anything personal on this blog it seems remiss to reflect on the year as such without including the best part of it. My adopted son Mr. Garlic, who is a big fan of sniffing all the cereal I try.

Now, for sadly the worst cereal of 2023...

IHOP Mini Pancake Cereal - The crushing domination of corn as a cheap base for cereal strikes again with this 'blueberry pancake' experience, included here in quotes for it was certainly not the flavor I experienced. A bad cereal is one thing, but a disappointing bad cereal is another and although I tried in my review to find a redeeming aspect of it, with the power of hindsight I spiritually banish this box of cereal to where it belongs... the trash.

#happy new year #who doesn't love a list #sorry for shoehorning my cat in here...

[contrivedchaos]

Being a high Seraphim is not a stress-free job. There’s the constant screening of incoming souls. Determining which ones need to be dealt with directly, and which can be pawned off to the nearest Dominion or Archangel, who eagerly await orders at Heaven’s every beck and call.

Despite holding one of the most prestigious positions in all of Heaven, and sitting atop the highest court known to the immortal realms, Sera of the Seraphim is not immune to what those plebeian Winners would call the common migraine.

Particularly now, after word has spread that the first Sinner ever to be redeemed from the trenches of Hell had magically materialized in her boardroom that very morning. And said Sinner is currently being given the grand welcome tour by Emily, while her sister and superior looks down at her tablet, frantically flipping through her records aimlessly, trying to figure out how the fuck this is actually happening to her in the first place.

As if Adam’s death during the Extermination hadn’t been enough, now she has to deal with the fact that Souls can be redeemed. That she was wrong, possibly about everything, and will now have to explain to Heaven’s elders how this was allowed to happen under her watch.

Sighing heavily, Sera puts her tablet down on the table. She uses her fingers to scratch her forehead several times, trying to release the gnawing, heavy ache that’s begun punching behind her eyelids. She takes a sip of water, and then downs the entire fucking glass, trying to process all the events rapidly unfolding right in front of her, and having no idea how to even begin explaining any of it.

Lute and the Exterminators had been hit hard by Adam’s passing, and his former second-in-command is already taking charge of his entire fleet. Sera had already spied on the smaller angel during her impromptu meeting with Lilith, realizing that an entirely different house of cards may be soon about to fall, once Hell’s ruler and his daughter find out their matriarch has been staying here for the last 7 years.

That contract had been Adam’s business. It had nothing to do with her, so she’d figured she could stay out of it, blissfully unaware. However, she’s not sure now how she could ever be so lucky, not when that arrogant, pompous imbecile had always been trying to test her limits, and never knew when to keep his fucking mouth shut. Or call it quits, when it looked like he actually might have underestimated Hell’s forces so badly.

Soon, all of Heaven will know about her own lack of foresight and incompetence. It had been her job to keep the First Man in line. Keep him sated with his own pet projects, and keep him happy, even if it meant putting her own people at risk by allowing him to play army. The court elders didn’t need to know how she’d done it, just that he was content. He could get away with slaughtering thousands of innocents, so long as her own hands were free of blood, and the other Winners under her care, the important ones, remained safe.

Sera groans loudly into the room, laying her head atop her arms upon the table, coming to grips with the fact that with Adam gone, this mess is entirely hers to clean up now. No matter how much she doesn’t want to, she’ll have to be the one to handle the PR of a Sinner ascending to Heaven, as well as the political nightmare that’s about to unfold once Charlie Morningstar finds out she’d been right all along.

She’ll let Emily handle Sir Pentious for now. If she’s lucky, maybe the Seraphim of Joy can distract their people long enough that they don’t even realize the implications of what his ascension means. In the meantime, she can figure out how to deal with Lilith and Lute, and the absolute mayhem she needs to prevent from happening in the world far down below. As well as preventing the fight from coming to her own door.

Adam had gone off for days at a time after other Exterminations, celebrating and participating in such horrid debaucheries, that his absence may not be missed for a few days yet. That could give her some time. Time to form a plan on how to deal with Hell’s denizens, and figure out what her next step should be on the matter of redemption, depending on what answers she can uncover.

The trouble is knowing who she can trust with this type of information. She can’t go to Lucifer. She hadn’t exactly been kind to him by agreeing to cast him out, and he’s the type to immediately tell his daughter that her plan had worked, which would be horrible for her. She’s not ready for the types of gossipy, accusatory headlines that could come out of a disaster like that. 

She also can’t talk to anyone else in the angelic court; they’ll immediately report her to the elders, and then she’ll be done for, and may never be able to serve in any official capacity in Heaven again.

The more she thinks about it, the more anxious she becomes. The more anxious she becomes, the more her head throbs with pain. The more her head hurts, the more water she drinks, which isn’t actually helping. Oh, Heaven’s to Betsy, is her only solution really going to be reaching out to her?

They haven’t seen each other, or even spoken, since Lucifer fell, and the prospect of turning to her of all people leaves a dry, chalky taste in Sera’s mouth. Makes her feel a little woozy, and like she has to lay her head on her arms once again, to stop the spinning, twirling dizziness of the room, that only serves to make her headache even worse.

There really is no other option. Every other road, every other mental map she tries to chart, ultimately leads to total, near-immediate retribution. What she needs now is to be discrete. And hope that at least some of the rapport she used to hold with this particular person…well, that there’s any of it left to draw upon in the first place. Her social goodwill is running ridiculously low at the present moment, so that’s honestly the best outcome she can reasonably expect at this time. 

Sera sighs. She stands up, and she paces. Sits down again, then stands up, and paces some more. She drinks more water, and paces again, before slumping in her chair like her bones are made of marmalade, and screeches like a barn owl out of frustration at what she has to do.

Activating the screen on her tablet, she scrolls and opens an old, nearly forgotten folder, which contains a number of certain contacts. Lucifer is in there, as well as several of the Goetia. And even some of the friendlier Deadly Sins and overlords, who she never actually calls, but thinks it’s in her best interest to keep on hand, just in case.

She starts at the bottom of the list, and then scrolls up, unintentionally dragging out this dreadful, uncomfortable feeling, for as long as she possibly can. When Sera finally reaches her number, she stares at it for much longer than necessary. Her body tightens, and she swallows her heart that has jumped up into her throat. Her finger hovers precariously over that little icon, and she fluffs up like a bird trying to get water out of its feathers.

She looks at the name next to the icon one last time, mentally fortifying herself for what’s to come. Then her finger drops onto the screen, and she pushes it, screaming silently within the endless void that is her own head, at the drastic step she is about to take. 

She watches as the calling icon appears on her screen. After the second ring, her heart finally sinks back down into her chest. After the third, it’s already crawling up her esophagus again. 

After the fourth, the call remains unanswered, and she is immediately taken to voicemail, which is honestly so much worse than she had anticipated. 

Sera listens and prepares herself to hear that voice once again. And when it comes, she is filled with a multitude of fuzzy, complicated feelings. She almost wants to hang up, as the pre-recorded callback message echoes endlessly between her ears, like the pattern of soft drums:

“Hello, this is Carmilla Carmine. I’m not available right now. Please leave a message, and I’ll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you.”

#hazbin hotel #sera hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #carmilla hazbin hotel #emily hazbin hotel #fanfic ideas #fanfic mapping #story mapping #my fics #mine #sera x carmilla #carmilla x sera #angelic ballet #seramilla

[hopethroughscriptureministries]

Heavenly Father,

We come before you today with hearts full of gratitude and hope. We lift up our Tumblr community to you, knowing that you are a God who sees each one individually and knows their needs. We ask for your guidance and provision in their lives, no matter where they find themselves. Whether in moments of joy or struggle, may they feel your presence.

Lord, grant them wisdom and strength as they navigate life's challenges. May they be surrounded by supportive and loving relationships that uplift and encourage them. Help them to walk in confidence, knowing that you have a plan and a purpose for each of them, designed for their good.

We pray for success in their endeavors, peace in their hearts, and joy in their daily lives. May they find fulfillment in their passions and discover new avenues of growth and learning. Lord, grant them resilience to overcome obstacles and courage to pursue their dreams.

In all circumstances, let them know that they are never alone, for you are with them every step of the way. Your love never fails, and your mercies are new every morning.

We ask all these things in the name of Jesus Christ, our Savior and Redeemer. Amen.

Hope Through Scripture

#christianity #bible #christian faith #jesus christ #bible scripture #christianlife #bible verse #Prayer Encouragement Hope Faith Blessings Community Strength Courage Love Purpose GodsPlan Peace Joy Resilience Support #faith #faith in jesus #prayerlife #christ #prayer #pray for one another #pray #christian blog #praiseandworship #pray for others #brothwrs and sisters in Christ #christian living #christian life #christlike

[deadbydangit]

Bedtime with them.

Deathslinger, Nurse, Trickster

Deathslinger

He needs a drink first.

It's not because he doesn't want to spend the night with you.

It just helps him relax.

First off, trials may make him tired.

But they also wire him out.

So it's a way to wind down.

His leg also starts to bother him around this time.

After all the trials, he's sore.

After that drink, he'll attempt to carry you to bed.

But he can only get so far with his leg.

So you get carried halfway.

He's embarrassed about it, but assure him you aren't annoyed or think anything less of him.

He sleeps in his boxers.

It gets warm in Glenvale after all.

His Redeemer is also right next to him at the foot of the bed.

He's a cautious individual.

It's just a product of his past.

Don't judge him for it.

He wants you next to him.

Preferably with your head on his chest.

His other arm is wrapped around you.

He snores lightly.

Caleb is a pretty still sleeper, but every once in a while his bad leg will twitch.

He likes to sleep in and he would love it if you stayed next to him until he woke up.

If you do, he'll reward you with as many kisses as you'd like.

Nurse

Sally always showers first.

Trials make her sweaty.

Not to mention the realms are dirty.

Mud, grim, blood, and Lord knows what else is all over her, and she isn't taking that into bed.

After, she picks out a nightgown and changes.

She likes to model them.

Pink is her favorite color, so they're often pink.

It's just a little piece of joy she gets to keep.

After, she brushes her teeth.

The realm is just so dirty.

Being clean makes her feel more human.

She reads a chapter of whatever book she has before going to sleep.

Despite her calm demeanor, she is a wild sleeper.

She's always fighting to keep herself grounded.

At least once a night, she floats up.

You're going to have to pull her down.

She kicks and mutters in her sleep.

If you put your arms around her, she'll still and quiet down.

Occasionally, she has nightmares about her time in the asylum.

Or of her husband dying.

Hold her tighter.

She's an early riser.

She doesn't expect you to get up with her.

Sally is the type who starts her day by making breakfast.

When you get up, you can usually expect coffee and a nice healthy breakfast waiting for you.

Trickster

This man has the longest before bed routine of everyone.

First off, shower.

Like Sally, Ji-Woon doesn't like the gross realm slime.

But, unlike Sally, he is more worried about looking gross than germs.

After that shower, he puts on his face mask.

You're totally welcome to join him!

He'd love that.

"Self care before bed is going to leave you glowing in the morning."

Then comes every lotion ever.

For the skin, the lips, above the eyes, below the eyes, etc.

It's a small price to pay if you want to look as amazing as him.

Next, he brushes his teeth, flosses, and rinses.

His teeth have to sparkle.

Then he's finally ready to go to bed.

He sprawls out.

Ji-Woon is also a blanket hog.

However, he'll always fall asleep after you, no matter how tired he is.

He watches you.

Not in a creepy way.

It's a dreamy, amazed, how did he end up with someone so perfect, way.

He loves to stroke your hair and cup your cheeks before he falls asleep.

"You're so beautiful."

He whispers this every night without fail.

He likes to sleep in.

If you really want to make him happy, make coffee and breakfast.

He'll wake up and press kiss after kiss on your head, forehead, and cheek.

"Good morning my love. You look beautiful today."

He says that every morning without fail.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd deathslinger #dbd nurse #dbd trickster

[rom-e-o]

One Breakfast At A Time -Modern!AU (Costance/Ebenezer) (Minific)

Morning light, diffused by the early morning clouds into a rosy glow that draped across London like a diaphanous net, seeped through the curtains. Ebenezer Scrooge, very much alert but moving the speed of molasses, inched out of his lover’s embrace without waking her, unwinding himself from the tangle or arms and bedsheets.

Constance DoGoode, his girlfriend of half a year, snoozed happily, smiling against her pillow as she turned away from the rays of sunlight seeping through the curtains.

She hugged the stuffed, silk-covered pillow beneath her head, auburn hair cascading down the milky fabric in waves of molten copper.

“Mmm….light as a feather, happy as an angel…” Constance mumbled in her sleep. “Mm, very merry…”

His hand went to his mouth as he chuckled with the utmost fondness at the sight. Constance was a heavy sleeper and dreamer, he’d learned. She often talked in her sleep, and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what she was dreaming about.

In addition to providing a series of amusing moments he’d often reveal to her later that morning, her murmuring also helped to confirm her lingering distraction.

With her still asleep, he could jump into action.

After making sure Constance was still asleep, he moved with quiet grace and giddiness to the kitchen of his London flat, collecting ingredients from the fridge and utensils to prepare a special breakfast. Their night together had been a private symphony of sighs, moans, and laughter, and now Ebenezer was determined to make the morning just as memorable.

With care, he selected fresh eggs, ripe tomatoes, and a medley of herbs from the kitchen's small garden, which he kept on a small windowsill. Years ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of stocking his kitchen so fully. Fresh food was a waste of money, as far as he’d been concerned. Now, the redeemed philanthropist couldn't help but smile to himself as he went about cooking, eager to surprise her with a homemade breakfast.

It wasn’t much, he supposed. He was no chef, but he took great joy in cooking for the woman he loved. It was the first time he’d done something like this for another, but he’d been planning the surprise for a week, when he’d used her late-shift at the coffee house as the opportunity to sneak some ingredients from the market and up into his fridge before leaving again to pick her up.

Predictably, she’d spent the night, so he was glad to have planned ahead.

In the cozy kitchen, he hummed a gentle tune as he worked. The clinking of dishes and the sizzle of ingredients provided a domestic harmony alongside him.

Meanwhile, Constance stirred in the bedroom, awakening to the comforting and savory scents wafting through the air. She stretched and yawned, her eyes fluttering open to the soft light that spilled into the room.

She shivered a bit, bare from their time together the night before, and reached across the bed for her discarded pajamas. She eased into the silk short and matching camisole with ease before retreating back to the warmth of the covers. It was tempting to roll over into her boyfriend's abandoned spot, where she knew the aroma of his cologne

Just as she nestled back in, she heard the clinking of cutlery and creak of soft footsteps on the flat’s historic hardwood floors.

Ebenezer entered the bedroom, a tray balanced in his hands with an array of delectable treats. A soft smile played on his lips as he approached the bed, where Constance sat up, blinking away the remnants of sleep.

"Good morning," he greeted her, his eyes reflecting the joy of the moment.

Constance's face lit up in response. "Good morning. What's all this?" she asked, eyeing the tray with curiosity.

"Breakfast in bed," Ebenezer announced, setting the tray before her. "I-It’s nothing much. Just a  little something to make the morning special."

The tray bore a feast for the senses – fluffy scrambled eggs with herbs, slices of perfectly ripe tomatoes, and a steaming cup of rich coffee (which he knew she preferred over breakfast tea). A small vase with a single, delicate flower adorned the tray, adding a touch of elegance.

As Constance took in the scene before her, she couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth. "Nothing much? Ebenezer, this is wonderful! You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he replied, settling down beside her on the bed. "To many more mornings just like this."

As they finished breakfast, Constance thanked him with another kiss on the cheek. “Do you need help with the dishes?"

“Oh, no, I’ll get them,” he said, stacking them on the tray artfully.

After multiple reassurance, he finally convinced her to leave the task to him.

As Constance disappeared into the bathroom for her morning shower, Ebenezer carried the tray to the kitchen sink with a smile. The clinking of plates and silverware echoed in the otherwise quiet flat provided a comforting soundtrack to his thoughts. When added to by the sound of rushing water from the shower bathroom

As he scrubbed plates clean in the sink, his mind wandered to the journey that had led him to this moment. Constance had walked into his life like a gentle sunrise, slowly illuminating the corners of his heart that had long been shrouded in shadows. Their connection felt deeper with each passing day, and he found himself reflecting on…well, just how much she meant to him.

The realization hit him with profound clarity – Constance wasn't just a fleeting chapter in his life. The thought of a future without her seemed unimaginable. It definitely wasn’t a future he wanted to live.

With the dishes neatly arranged and Constance still singing in the shower, Ebenezer dried his hands and settled into a moment of quiet contemplation. His heart swelled with affection, and the idea of a future together began to crystallize in his mind.

Proposing, the notion whispered softly through his thoughts. The word lingered in the air, carrying with it a promise of shared tomorrows. Ebenezer had never been one for impulsive decisions, but with Constance, it felt different – as if their connection transcended the ordinary rules of time.

A smile played on his lips as he envisioned the day he would ask her to be his forever. He could almost hear the words, feel the weight of the ring in his pocket, and see the joy in her eyes. Yet, he knew that such a moment required careful planning, the right setting, and the perfect words to properly and artfully convey the depth of his feelings.

Lost in these musings, he was startled by the sound of the shower shutting off. Constance emerged, wrapped in a towel, her laughter mingling with the remaining traces of steam in the air. She caught his eye, and the room seemed to brighten with her presence.

"What's got you smiling so much?" she asked, her eyes dancing with curiosity.

Ebenezer chuckled, his heart still dancing to the melody of his thoughts. "Just thinking about the future," he replied, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "And how fortunate I am to have you in it."

She leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. "I feel the same way."

In that ordinary yet extraordinary morning, Ebenezer's heart swelled with the certainty that, someday, he would ask Constance to be his forever.

Until then, he would continue to try and show her with every passing moment just how much he adored her. One shared breakfast as a time.

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@quill-pen speaking of our earlier discussion, this is probably the shortest thing I've done for them, haha.

#scrooge 2022 #scrooge a christmas carol #scrooge netflix #scrooge x oc #oc constance dogoode #modern!au #scroogeverse

[rucbarthatbowtiesarecooldw]

September 30, 2023 Saturday Morning Session

How Wondrous and Great

How Firm a Foundation

Conducting: President Eyring

Elder David A Bednar

The Stalwart souls who travelled with the last wagons

They of the last wagon pressed forward

Captain Moroni – if more were like him the devil would never have power Alma 48:17

Walk in the path of your duty and press forward

Samuel the Lamanite: most walk clearly

Quiet members who often go unrecognized with their sustaining influence

Reverence the sanctity and importance of Life in God’s plan

Heavenly Father loves those who minister to children with love and unending kindness

Sister Amy A. Wright 1st Counselor Primary

Parable of the ten virgins Matt 25:1-13

Spiritual preparedness and discipleship

Cancer – “everything is going to be okay

At one point it will be too late to put more oil in your lamps – every drop matters now – but remember that because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ we will all be ok.

That is the greatest power on earth

Here is your reminder that the Atonement of Jesus Christ covers so many more things than just repentance or helping with forgiveness – it is also there to help us gather strength when filled with pain or sorrow, help us know that we are not alone even in the darkness of our mental health.

Gather and focus light

God with infinite knowledge, love, and glory

We cannot share our oil but we can share His light

We need more holy and revelatory experiences

He is the reason why there is never an end to our story

Eternal Life is Eternal Joy

Look to Jesus Christ and Live – like the story about the people of moses looking to the snake on a staff

I Feel My Savior’s Love

Elder Robert M. Daines, 70

Face blindness from being shot

How do you suffer from spiritual faceblindness?

Do you see Heavenly Fathers love and mercy, or a thicket of rules and thorns?

Spiritual faceblindness = seeing the rules but not recognizing God’s love

Can you sometimes only lipsync and not sing the song of redeeming love?

Does this activity/lesson help people see Jesus?

Also are we being inclusive in how we are presenting the activity/lesson?

Pray and study to see who He is and what He loves

God is completely devoted to His children in every age and nation

They are not rules to earn His love – He already loves you perfectly!

We worship our Father and not a formula

Covenants are the shape of God’s embrace

Elder Carlos A. Godoy, Presidency of the 70

Got in the wrong taxi

Heavenly Father does not do coincidences.

Omar ended up returning, being baptized and baptizing his wife and children, and then were able to be sealed a year later

Felt it was about time to go back to church for the sake of their children

Anything broken can be mended with Jesus Christ

The decision of one will impact whole generations

Not just from someone choosing to leave – also because of what caused them to leave

We should always be asking where will this lead?

Decisions, impact on self and future generations etc.

Shouldn’t we be more valiant and less lukewarm

High on the Mountain Top

D Todd Christofferson

What is the purpose of this gathering?

Protection of the covenant people

A defense and refuge from the storm

He holds the keys to administer in all authority

Keeping a proper and faithful record

Eternal families by the sealing powe

Baptisms and sealings for the dead

Add strength to your chain

Ian S. Ardern 70

Love your neighbor, refugees?

“lets all talk about Africa” – ahhh Uganda

Give to humanitarian efforts – Partners in Health (Green brothers approved donation website)

Compassion is an attribute of Christ, it demonstrates love to others and knows no boundaries

God will guide you in compassionate acts of discipleship

True compassion is more than merely flinging a coin to a beggar, it comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs reconstructuring- MLK

Compassion does not require us to know them, it only requires us to love them.

Faith in Every Footstep

President Dallin H. Oaks

Fullness of the Doctrine of Jesus Christ

Heavenly Father loves all His children so much, that He wants us all to live in a kingdom of glory forever.

In our Fathers house is many mansions

Your divine potential has everything to do with God’s love for you, and nothing to do with which glory you might possibly obtain later in life – this is something to be between you and God

You will be where you are comfortable

Do not just go through the motions and make “deposits”  - less of a checklist

He will force no one into a sealing relationship against his or her own will

TW - Plan of Salvation, Family Proclamation

Come Listen to a Prophets Voice

#genconf #tumblrstake #ldsconf #general conference #church of jesus christ of latter day saints #saturday morning session

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hii omg you're open for req! 💙 if you have free time can i req headcanons reaction where s/o is making for their partner/s (either la squadra or bucci gang, pick which one you prefer) fav breakfast after a tiring mission since they rlly deserve it ^o^💙 Thank you and have fun writing!!

I'm going with the Bucci gang for now cuz that's where my brain is at, but I'm 99% sure I'll be writing this for La Squadra sooner or later. I'll tag you whenever I do post it! 💜

Bucci Gang Waking Up to You Making Them Breakfast

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Bucciarati

Bruno gets up relatively early most mornings, regardless of if he had a rough night or not. His work as a Capo doesn't wait for sleep.

Luckily for you, he hardly ever bothers to make himself breakfast, so you don't have to be up before him.

He'll lock himself away in his study for a few hours, not even noticing that you're up, until the smell of what you're cooking starts drifting up to his nose.

His stomach rumbles, but he doesn't have time to eat right now.

That is... Until you bring him up a whole tray of breakfast goodies. He can't say no, and he digs in excitedly.

Please hang around for a bit. He won't ask you to, but he'd love your company.

Thanks you all morning.

Abbacchio

Start with the coffee. Abbacchio is a firm believer in the "don't talk to me before my coffee" philosophy.

Drop off that hot cup of coffee, with just a little bit of sugar, in his room while he gets ready. He won't emerge until he's ready for the day anyway. You'll get a sleepy kiss on the temple for even doing that much.

When he finally comes to find you in the kitchen (hair and makeup done, caffeine already on board), he's surprisingly chipper. He's not usually the happiest person, especially not in the morning, but he can tell today is special.

Presenting him with a plate of food made specially for him makes his heart swell.

He's so happy for the rest of the day. Sure, it's a little weird for him, but it's lovely to see.

Giorno

Good luck being up before him. Even after a long, tiring mission he's an early bird.

He'll great you with a warm Buongiorno! while he sips his coffee and eats a light breakfast of fresh fruit. Damn it... He beat you to the punch.

No matter. You'll just have to do him one better.

French toast, cooked just right, sprinkled with powdered sugar, then drenched in syrup. He'll never be able to say no.

He'll poke his head into the kitchen to see what you're up to and offer to help. When you tell him not to worry about lending a hand, you've more than piqued his interest. He'll hang around and watch, just waiting to see what you're up to.

His eyes are shining with so much joy when you finally present him with his breakfast.

He will feed you a few bites, making sure you get to appreciate your hard work.

Mista

Don't start too early. Mista is the master of sleeping in. Surprise breakfast will usually end up more of a surprise brunch with him.

Something a little more hearty and savory would be best... Maybe an eggs benedict. It's a little labor intensive, but you have time.

And don't forget to make extra for the Pistols.

Will come into the kitchen ready to beg for some of whatever smells so damn good. Comes and wraps his arms around you, prepared to sweet talk you into getting some food.

When you tell him that you're almost finished making his breakfast, he's on cloud nine.

Kisses your neck repeatedly, some a bit sleepier, and sloppier, than the rest, as you finish.

He will eat whatever you made him so fast?? It's gone in an instant. Food is really the way to his heart.

You have gained one (1) favor from Guido Mista. Redeemable at any time.

Narancia

It's pretty hard to surprise him with breakfast, since he probably fell asleep on the kitchen floor. Again.

If you can work around him, eventually the smell of pancakes and warm syrup will wake him.

He'll wrap himself around you as you finish up the meal, excitedly watching over your shoulder. Sure, it makes it difficult, but you can't be mad at it.

When you dish up a plate just for him, you can see his eyes light up.

"For me? Just for me??" He can't believe you went out of your way for him and weren't making breakfast for the whole team.

Will eat it all so fast. Like. Scary fast. All with a huge smile on his face.

After he's finished, he'll drag you somewhere and cuddle up to you for a long time. He'll thank you over and over for the food, vent about his stressful night, and tell you that he loves you no less than 20 times.

Fugo

Breakfast in bed is probably the best option here.

After the night he's just had, he plans to sit alone in his room for the day, hoping not to snap at anyone.

He could never say no to you walking in with a tray of breakfast goodies just for him, though.

Special bonus: getting to see bleary-eyed, bed-headed Fugo.

Make sure you have enough for yourself as well. He won't let you leave until you sit and eat with him.

Will thank you repeatedly. He doesn't think he deserves all this. The loving look in his eyes tells you that every 'thank you' is genuine.

#only one of these was written after my huge hiatus and i hope it's not obvious which one lmao #jjba #golden wind #jjba part 5 #bruno bucciarati #bucciarati #leone abbacchio #abbacchio #giorno #giorno giovanna #guido mista #mista #narancia #narancia ghirga #fugo #pannacotta fugo #narxiso

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DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

ALMA PAST #1

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I was born in a small village on the outskirts of Norpli, Land of Clergymen. Allegedly, my cries echoed loudly from the moment I was born.

My father was a confessor, and so naturally, from a young age I found myself imbued with knowledge of confession and penance.

Equally naturally, for any boy growing up in such an environment, I had followed in my father's footsteps and became a confessor myself.

Working full time at the nearby church, I also made it my duty to take care of the orphaned children left at our sanctuary.

It was a humble but very impassioned way of life.

ALMA : Now, during this period of purification and enlightenment, you will clean the church for four days and four nights until it shines as bright as the day it came to be.

ALMA : With this penance, your sins shall be redeemed, and your soul will be as pure as freshly fallen snow!

CHILD : Ugh! But four days is so long!

ALMA : Stealing your friend's snack is a serious sin, you know?

CHILD : But...

ALMA : It may seem trivial to you, but all stealing is one sin under God.

ALMA : This you must understand.

CHILD : ...Y-Yes, Father.

ALMA : Alright, now go!

??? : Do you truly think that boy will reflect on his actions, Alma?

ALMA : Hm? Oh, Chris! Good morning!

CHRIS : That kid… He stole from his friend once already. I scolded him in much the same way. I truly wonder if he’ll ever learn his lesson...

ALMA : It's okay. He came to confess on his own this time!

ALMA : He finally understands that what he did was wrong. I have faith he won't do it again, hahaha!

CHRIS : Well, as long as he’s learning... The penance you hold for confessions is far too lenient, Alma. Just like your father's.

Chris was actually one of the orphans living at the church. Being so close in age, we got along well.

And we did so in spite of my carefree nature and Chris's astute seriousness, or perhaps we got along so well because of it...

Yes, I think that so. I think that was exactly why.

ALMA : Hahaha, you worry too much…

ALMA : There is no such thing as a person with a truly evil heart. Sure, they may be tempted by the demons from time to time, but...

ALMA : But so long as one has the will to change, anyone can redeem one’s self. And once they do, they can live the life of a truly righteous man once again.

CHRIS : ...The way you say it, Alma, I can’t help but believe it.

CHRIS :  I will never forget the time you spent three days and nights talking to that man whose sins had shaken the world to its core, and in the end, you made them repent.

ALMA : Oh yeah, that takes me back! He sure could talk a lot! Hahaha!

Being a confessor felt like a destiny of the highest calling. Being an arbiter of the people and enabling them to save their own hearts was my greatest joy.

I would talk to many people in my days as a confessor, from many walks of life, and with each and every person I met, I felt with ever more certainty that there were no inherently bad people.

Often times, the mistakes they made, the sins they would commit, would be a direct result of their unavoidable circumstances.

ALMA : Right! Well, then, let's see who has come to confess today. I'm looking forward to it!

CHRIS : Looking forward to it…? Would it not be more peaceful if nobody came?

ALMA : You might be right, hahaha!

WELL-DRESSED MAN : Excuse me. Is the confessor here?

ALMA : Yep, that's me! Are you here to confess your sins?

WELL-DRESSED MAN : Oh, I’m not here for me, but rather… my son.

MOODY YOUNG MAN : ...................

ALMA : Alright, got it! Then let's talk over here!

Today, as it was every day, I could cleanse another person's sins and purify their heart.

My heart was so full of hope for that…

#Otome #Yumekuro #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #YMKR Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #alma ymkr #alma #almapast

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Mornings and Evenings with Jesus by William Jay

Evening, April 29th

"All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth." – Matthew 28:18

With regard to the Saviour’s prerogative as here asserted by himself, there are three things to be observed. First, Its nature: -“power.” The question is, whether this power here means authority or ability, or both. Assuredly, both. These are not always co-equal. A man’s ability may surpass his authority, and his authority may surpass his ability; but in our risen Redeemer they are equally combined, and his ability and authority are boundless.

Observe, Secondly, Its extent. “All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.” Much has been said of universal monarchy. We read of four monarchies to which this proud attribute has been attached,-the Assyrian, the Persian, the Macedonian, and the Roman. But it is only by a stretch of language that either of them could be called universal, as to right, or as to fact; whereas Jesus is entitled to universal subjection, so that all creatures who do not obey him will be considered and treated as rebels and traitors. His empire, therefore, comprehends all the immensity of space:-“He does according to his will in the armies of heaven, and among the inhabitants of earth;” there is no being in church or state, in heaven or earth, free from his control. Even wicked men and devils are under his control:-“He is King of kings and Lord of lords;” “He is Lord of all;” and he has a name given to him above “every name that is named, not only in this world, but also in that which is to come.”

Thirdly, Its acquisition. “All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.” This, therefore, is not spoken of his essential dominion which he possesses as a Divine Person, “whose goings were of old, from everlasting,” and of whom John says, “In the beginning he was with God, and he was God.” This is not spoken, we say, of that dominion which he possessed as the Creator, but that which he obtained as Mediator, and which is always in the Scriptures spoken of as conferred, or given. Now, how was it given? Was it given in a way of merit, or in a way of bounty, or in a way of grace? The saints’ exaltation is given them in a way of grace; the exaltation of angels is given them in a way of bounty; but the exaltation of our Redeemer is given him in a way of merit,-pure, absolute merit. If there could be such a thing as merit, God would be sure to reward it, for it would only indicate an act of righteousness; but no creature can merit any thing, because, by the very law of his nature, all his powers and resources are due to God; and he is to employ them for his glory, whose he is and whom he is bound to serve; but “worthy is the Lamb that was slain, to receive power, and wisdom, and riches, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.”

He deserves, he perfectly deserves, his exaltation and praise. He earned them meritoriously by the services he performed and the sufferings he endured. It is therefore said, that because he was “obedient unto death, even the death of the cross,” “therefore God hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name.” This was “the joy that was set before him,” as the apostle says, “for which he endured the cross, and despised the shame;” and, having executed the tremendous condition on which it was suspended, he would meritoriously claim it. Yes, it was infinitely, in consequence of this, his due, and insured by covenant-engagement. For if “his soul was made an offering for sin,” he was to “see his seed,” and to “prolong his days,” and “the pleasure of the Lord” was to “prosper in his hands.”