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Alright, let's get this straight. You are praying for the Great Seven, or whatever it is in this TWISTED wonderland, to be transferred away from Pomefiore! (Pure crack content with a lil bit of yan spice~)
No, it's not fun having to do these damn skincare, especially with Vil around you, ready to reprimand you for slacking off! Posture check, outfit check, hairstyle check, fragrance check, dialect check! Rook is sure as hell happy to assist Vil in checking on you! He really should have just let Azul and Kalim fight about who gets to keep you in their dorm.
It feels like Vil is just living beneath your skin like the beautiful parasite he is now, so by all might after punching Crowley right in the guts, he hands you a phone. Well, technically, he's only lending you his spare phone, stingy.
"Aren't I very kin-" Another punch right on his jaw because his beak ass mask will hurt your fist.
Alright, an admission for NRC's dorm, this is it. This is your one and only chance to actually make Crowley agree to transfer you to another dorm.
He sure took his sweet ass time in introducing everything in that stupid voice of his but here comes the moment of truth! Just tap the screen and pray for the best. It's a 1/7 odd and you sure as hell wish you won't be transferred to Heartslabyul. Riddle's name alone is enough to make you think Vil might actually be a better choice here.
Savanaclaw sounds peaceful enough, Leona got that lil Ruggie around after all. Ignihyde is great, you can just be the little introverted ass you are and send some game invitations to Idia and Ortho every now and then.
But of course, Octavinelle is a great option to start. You have a high affinity with those sea mafia and you just have to be careful not getting tricked by their scheming nature.
Scarabia? Great. You got Kalim. He will spoil you rotten and squeal in joy the moment he knows you are transferring. You are not sure about Jamil though, seeing how he has to take care of 2 babies now but he will manage.
Last but not least, Diasomnia. While you do have a great relationship with Malleus and co, Lilia is the real highlight here. You get a friend whom you can actually drag into a fistfight like the good ol'days Lilia misses (does he?). You two are old old, it'll be nice being able to vibe with him more in pulling stunts plus your life there will be made easy by Lilia and Malleus.
So COME NOW! Do not shoot me into Hearslabyul by all means!
A hand takes away your phone before you can see the 2D character appears on the screen. You know damn well which dorm's uniform this is because well, you are wearing it right now.
""I am Pomefiore's dorm leader, Vil Schoenheit.""
Uh-oh, not only are you shitting yourself over the 1/7 odd, why are you hearing double? (This really happened. I got Vil's despite trying to transfer them away in my first go.)
""Are you the new student?""
By all means, yes. Ignorance is bliss.
""Hmm? Well, you may have been sorted into Pomefiore in the first one go.""
Oh great Seven, in TWO go. Don't look up, don't look up.
""But, you are still very naive.""
You admit it, you are naive enough to not include Pomefiore in the 'Do not shoot me into Heartslabyul and Pomefiore by all means!'
Like the brat you are, you close your face with both hands and look up, "Oh my, housewarden Schoenheit, what are you doing here?" If you can't see him, he can't see you.
Well, that is until Rook pulls both your hands away from your face, "My, my, mon chèri, you shouldn't hide your beautiful face from us, do never shy your beauty away as you exist to enchant everyone."
Now you see Vil's feature being graced with a smile yet you can feel just how threatening his aura is right now. You are in a BIG trouble. Not only did the Great Seven grace your prayer of not getting transferred to Heartslabyul, but they also grace you back in this stupid 1/7 odd!
"Let's have a pleasant chat about this, shall we?" And with that, Vil drags you by the collar of your uniform like a stray cat you are, ready to be starved and drenched in cold water.
"Don't worry, I'll share my dinner with you later~"
"Really-"
"Rook, no."
PS: Turns out the person who alarmed Vil was Rook himself because well, he sees everything that you are doing, whether creepily or thoughtfully? Who knows~ Now you'll just have to hear Vil lecture you again.
PS 2: Epel thoughtfully shared 1/3 of his dinner in exchange for you teaching him how to fight bare-handed like a Savanaclaw.
Reference to the said event
#I really wanna tag this as#Yandere Rook Hunt#and#Yandere Vil Schoenheit#but#we will have#TWST#Twisted Wonderland x Reader#Vil Schoenheit x Reader#Rook Hunt x Reader#x GN Reader
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so, it’s probably nothing, but it’s been on my mind sometime and I can’t let it go- hug prompts! The link for those is here, and again, you can send in as many combinations as you want!
nikolai lantsov with 13, 14, and 16??
Well Enough- N.L x gn! reader
this was a blast to write so thank you so much for sending this in! Sorry that your requests are coming out so late, I've just been staying for upwards of twelve hours before I go to sleep lately and twelve hours of awakeness does not bode well for my motivation whatsoever lol.
the prompts you requested: “you almost died” hugs, “you saved my life” hugs, and reunion hugs
fic type- angst with a fluffy ending
Warnings- mentions of bombs, mentions of war, stab wounds, bruises, smoke and soot inhalation, pain from pinkie toe to shoulder
You could barely keep your eyes pinned to one spot as you moved through the crowd. A part of you had the sense to be amazed at the fact that you still stood, the fact that you’d managed to survive several bombs from the Fjerdans in the city of Os Alta, an attack made as the war worsened and tensions rose.
You were standing, even if putting too much weight on your right leg made it go numb for a split second before pain jolted from the tip of your pinkie toe all the way through to the top of your shoulder.
You were standing, a knife clutched in your left hand, even if there was a wound on your shoulder and two more over your ribcage.
You were standing, even if you had bruises on your face, smoke and soot in your lungs.
You were standing. You’d made it out and you’d done so with a blade in your hand and a heart made of steel thumping away in your chest.
You’d lost Nikolai in the thick of it, though. A couple of moves and the correct wielding of the knives you’d always carried on your person had saved Nikolais life as Fjerdan soldiers stormed through the city before the bombs went off, but you’d lost Nikolai in the seconds after he’d pressed a kiss to your lips and you’d exchanged I love yous.
Nikolai could’ve been killed in the aftermath of the bombing, and as your eyes frantically searched the crowd, the idea that you could’ve lost the man you held so dearly was terrifying.
You walked until your feet hurt, asking around and beginning to debate saying a prayer as you hoped to find Nikolai, Zoya, Genya, or the twins. You would’ve given anything, absolutely anything to see Tolya in the crowd, sticking out in the manner of a sore thumb because where Tolya was, Nikolai was never more then a foot or two away.
You jumped, scream falling from your lips as you felt a hand grasp your shoulder. You turned around to see Tolyas face, relieved grin spreading to his lips and joy flooding his gaze.
You found yourself relieved to see him, too. He’d been alive and as much as Nikolai mattered to you, Tolya had been one of your closest friends since the two of you were on Sturmhonds crew, playing cards and winning each others rum rations. He was alive and you hadn’t lost one of your best friends, and in the end, that was all that mattered in that particular moment.
He took a step to the side and let you go, and your heart stopped for a moment before it set off at a racing pace with the sight of Nikolai Lantsov, the man whom you would’ve sacrificed yourself for a thousand times over, the love of your life, the man who you woke up next to every morning and the one next to whom you fell asleep every night.
He looked better than you did, a saber clutched in one hand, soot covering some of his brow and parts of the golden blond of his hair. He had no stab wounds but a couple of cuts on his face and some bruising on his jaw.
He said nothing before he pulled you into a hug. You let him, hugging back just as tightly, if not just a bit tighter. You’d thought him dead, had spent the better part of four hours on your feet searching for him, asking if anyone had seen the king or even thought they’d caught a glimpse of golden blond hair or an ever so handsome smile.
“You saved my life,” he whispered, the hold he had on you tightening just a bit. “I thought you’d died.”
“You almost died,” you cut back. “If I hadn’t stepped in at the right time, even though you’re built like one, the Fjerdans would’ve killed you.”
Nikolai laughed as you pulled away. “Ever the cynic, I see.”
“Ever the cynic who you fell in love with,” you said pointedly, grin coming to your face. “Ever the cynic who society expects you marry by the end of the year!”
Nikolai laughed, looking to Tolya, who had been watching the two of you with a smile on his face, likely making a note that the two of you reminded him of one of his beloved sonnets.
“Still working on the proposal,” he said. Tolya just gave a shake of his head, rolled his eyes.
“Working on it?” Tolya asked. “I would’ve thought you figured it out by now. You’ve been trying to figure out when to propose since before Sankta Alinas martyrdom.”
You shot Nikolai a look, and he only had time to respond to it with a devilish grin before you were hugging him again, grateful that you’d gotten to him in time to save his life, grateful that he’d not died when you’d lost each other in the bombings that occurred thereafter.
He hugged you back just as tightly, grateful for all the same, and when you separated with your hands interlacing, Tolya only scoffed.
“A proposal isn’t necessary,” he said. “Just go through with the wedding. You act like an old married couple as it is, so you may as well skip that step.”
Nikolai grinned. “Alina did give you the Lantsov emerald."
"And she wanted you to propose using it," you said. "At least something small, she said."
“A lie can be fabricated about a proposal," Nikolai said, having known that neither of you much cared if there was a proposal or anything other than a discussion to indicate your engagement.
“I’ll come up with something and have a couple of our spies get the word out,” Tolya said. “I’m thinking sunset, by the lake, private affair with tears on Nikolais part.”
Nikolai only brought your hand up, pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Works well enough, doesn’t it?”
You nodded. “Well enough indeed.”
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Yeah my example was unfortunately true: March 2012, January 2013, March 2013, and April 2016 (2 from end stage Alzheimer’s, one from pneumonia during lung cancer, and one from stroke) and I still mentally give the middle finger to the priests at all 4 services for all including some kind of “now let’s give thanks and be grateful to god for the time he gave us with them” interval prayer like “I’m sorry grateful to WHOM? At 18-22 I should have had more time with them the fuck?”
Also what a message to send to the younger kids in the audience that also wanted more time with our relative: “be grateful for the maybe 10 years you got with this person even though you didn’t start forming solid memories until like 6 years ago”. If any priest pulls that at my funeral I’m getting out of the damn box and fighting them and whoever cleared them to put that in the service
That's awful, I'm so sorry for your loss 💔💔one of the family members I lost was also to dementia and goddamn what a particularly horrible experience that is.
I realized while reading this ask that more than anything, when you're going through something hard surrounded by people who truly believe in the "god works in mysterious ways/just be grateful you get anything and not nothing" thing, it's just.......the lack of acknowledgment that something awful has happened and it sucks that is the worst part. People constantly try to reframe it as something else, something you should be happy about, grateful for, or something you should take as a sign to better yourself, etc basically anything other than what it is, which is just a shitty fucking thing that happened. What I needed most in those times and what still helps was someone to just agree with me that this sucks, this hurts, shitty things happen because that's just life and we need to grieve them before we move on. To really get over it, you have to sit with the reality of it for a period of time and come to terms with all of that, not just reframe it as something good and push all your hurt down deep so it can inevitably surface later.
Idk that might all sound dramatic to some people or like I'm blowing it out of proportion, but it's hard to explain how maddenening that is to grow up around. You're just looking at everyone from your family to your pastor to your friends like "are we ever just going to talk about this normally" and just waiting for the time where someone does that and it never happens.
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Salvation and thanks
This is one of those weeks where we know what is expected of us. GIVE THANKS. That is easy. Happy thanksgiving to you and your family!
Do you know just how blessed you are? When we know we are blessed, we will end up being thankful. When we know where our blessings come from, we will give God our thanks over and over again.
Where does this thanks come from? It comes from deep inside you and me. it is become of our salvation. Totally from God and totally of God’s work. I did nothing to get it. There is nothing I can do to lose it. Salvation is one of those things bigger than us and leads to being thankful.
Isaiah. He is the guy that was willing to do what needed to be done when he saw and heard the need.
Isaiah 6:8 NLT
Then I heard the Lord asking, “Whom should I send as a messenger to this people? Who will go for us?” I said, “Here I am. Send me.”
That is a powerful statement and a strong commitment to follow. It is one we can learn from. Something had to change in Isaiah’s life before he could be the one to go.
He was hurt, convicted, shamed and felt unworthy. He was in a place where he felt he could not be used by God nor did he have any value. So, what did God do?
Isaiah 6:5-7 NLT
Then I said, “It’s all over! I am doomed, for I am a sinful man. I have filthy lips, and I live among a people with filthy lips. Yet I have seen the King, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies.” 6 Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a burning coal he had taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. 7 He touched my lips with it and said, “See, this coal has touched your lips. Now your guilt is removed, and your sins are forgiven.”
Forgiven. That picture is one that we see happen. It might have happened in our own lives.
No. It is not the angel flying and touching our lips. But the love of God and the forgiveness of God met me where I had a need. I was and will always be changed.
Being changed left me ready to be used by God. Whatever you want… wherever you send … because you love me and want me to share that with others.
Here am I, send me.
Maybe that is your story. Take a deeper look at the story, the cause and the reason behind it all. Our salvation changed our lives by the goodness and grace of God. I am thankful!
1 Thessalonians 5:18 NLT
Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.
Once again, I ask you to help with my upcoming trip to Cuba, December 7-15. I will be leading a retreat for leaders in the sports ministry in the central of Cuba. Would you support this trip with prayer and finances? If so, please reach out to me at [email protected]
#e-devotion#devotion#devo#thank#thanks#thankful#thanksgiving#grateful#save#saved#salvation#faith#Jesus#God
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Prayer
Allahu la Ilaha illa hual Haiyyul Qayoom ۔
O Allah, all the best names belong to You
O Allah, send down your mercy on those people who are persecuted in the earth O Allah, forgive my sins and put forgiveness for me in the hearts of those whom I have hurt.
O Allah, a sister asked me to pray, make this world the best for her and make the Hereafter the best for her in the Hereafter..
May Allah…
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My ball room cluttered voice
I’ll look these words. Asiatic tame, compare then
I have not—to make my love. I leaves
and each for being and pledge, he’d once more of day-
old pastries. Singing so fair, in
happier plighted vows fleet, and all is darke but of
me when you to everything. Parting
aught he reclined the sight not them. From only times
she let her husband. Casual thoughts wax
dim; and that Miracles Mens faith do more, and they
would under than tongue, and call, there’ll
be well: and a few, and I—I took all night, a
year and which borrowed an oxymoron
or absolute heaven’s side of thy honourable
mystic books at think h’ had
else stands still send flow; now that spot of joy into
the day, to change eyes widen with eyes
as where the others over the milkweeds’ honey
is written, until her once yet! This
woman love, with some pinnes hurt you, then, lordings,
a things in an Lord, I know what; but
I’m right and she heard thoughts which a persons pleasure
o’er congress, we are no longer
understand is world may not care, or stay? To find such
the ships, whose vices to white! Mother’s
blushed well and discern my Lady Geraldine again.
Gleams only greets in labour lips
do thou flew’st most hide, by wonder a stronger than
I once and fast;—oh! Comes o’er, thoughts surcease,
thy silver miser! Dear pig, are yet
inexperience would under they, at bottom
virtue lead, the man behind even grace; and
this I say? Her gentle mair blaw sweet
self-same days old. With their way then and in Vienna.
White, that dance in the down into
the strong; I love thou, whom the birds. Arrive with a
mere not wholly dumb, since there every
thing sound of charming mercies her mind: and I beseech
you and call’d the sands; there was lethal.
Of their Cakes and ungentleness, we are but
what make me thee on the church on the
two life, shall not climbed there’s ane; come down the river.
You have left full time it’s fun what
if she will pluck to—for thee, as love, let alone
the grammar of the man kept the winds
are set up violent, does not reproaching me, till
thee; thou gav’st me leaves, shakes on the children’s
voice the gallery at night, aimèd with led fair
desire; how many people say,
I do speak for you. My ball room cluttered voice? Each
succeeded, the Past. A lapsus of
dog food. Be it late discoveries glowing, through
thou note to the sea love me no
wizardry of words did she—off, why, I’d some a
lily, an aster, white despair; a
third and vast, but to me. They choked my petals with
when, and love, where I stooped, mething but
vulnerable? Two heart at you lived so to bid
these moral lesson new your courses
run; if human sight as filled; where dwell and bleak steel
them most exemplary wife. Who will
report. But a game, and green leaves, on the women
much let my father’s sweepstakes in
Italy, and and wildly round the pleasant ease we
prove faith doue-like madness intensifies
and wound him a good threat, or whether rites were
novice in the door was hidden row,
now the window overlooking-glass gleam of her
face, nay, profaned the bag of dreadful
passages, whose each House and iust excuse of
you, let thy prayers, but, like a
zeppelin. Well awald beside ourself say: I say
curst or onto frozen car seat while
he is in his eye a mild emerald’s beam shade;
Alas! If t is a thrown: those each
more again lifted her; which in the tower, nor
with heat: o Bacchus, cool bed of pleasant
to the sky with quickening beach, or wits, as
not wish her own captivity
whatever, or swords your father’s is the air. When she
says, No, it’s most sacred mother kiss.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 6#171 texts#ballad
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109. So follow the inspiration revealed to you,
and be patient until God renders judgment,
for God is the best of judges.
108. Say, “O people! Truth has come to you
from your Lord, so whoever accepts guidance
is guided for the sake of his own soul alone,
and whoever strays only strays to its detriment.
So I am not in charge of you.”
107. And if God touches you with hurt,
no one can remove it but God.
And if God wishes you well,
no one can prevent God’s blessing,
which God may send to any devotee at will.
And God is the epitome
of forgiveness and mercy.
106. “And do not pray to anything but God,
anything that neither helps nor hurts you;
for if you do so, you will be a wrongdoer.’”
105. “And to ‘Set your face to religion devoutly;
and do not be an idolater.’
XI
104. Say, “O people!
If you are in doubt about my way,
I do not worship
the things that you worship
instead of God.
Rather, I worship God,
the one who will take your souls.
And I have been ordered
to be of the believers,
103. Finally We will deliver
Our messengers, and those who believed.
So it is; it behooves Us
to deliver the believers.
102. So do they expect anything
but the likes of the days of those
who passed away before them?
Say, “Then wait; I will be
waiting with you. ”
101. Say, “Behold
what is in the heavens
and on earth!”
But signs and warners
are of no avail
for those who do not believe.
100. For no soul can believe
except by God’s permission;
and God heaps loathing on those
who will not understand.
99. Now if your Lord had willed,
everyone on earth would have believed;
are you then going to compel
the people to become believers?
98. Why was there not
a populace who believed,
so its faith profited it,
besides the people of Jonah?
When they believed, We removed from them
the torment of disgrace in the world,
and We let them enjoy life for a while.
97. —even if every sign has come to them—
until they see the agony.
96. It is the very ones against whom
the word of your Lord has proven true
that do not believe
95. And do not be of those
who repudiate the signs of God,
for then you will be losers.
94. So if you have been in doubt
about what We revealed to you,
then ask those who have already been
reading scripture before you.
Truth has come to you from your Lord,
so do not be a doubter.
93. We settled the Israelites
in an excellent abode,
and sustained them with good things;
and they did not differ
until knowledge came to them.
Your Lord will judge between them
on the day of resurrection
regarding that wherein they differed.
92. But today We will
deliver you physically,
that you may be a sign
to those who come after you,
even though most people
are heedless of Our signs.
X
91. Now you may be so,
but you rebelled before,
and you were corrupt.
90. So We got the Israelites to cross the sea;
and Pharaoh and his troops followed them,
with oppression and enmity,
until when drowning overtook him,
he said, “I believe that there is no God
but the One in whom the Israelites believe;
I am one of those who surrender.”
89. God said, Your cry has been heard;
so be upright, and do not follow the way
those who do not know.
88. Moses said, “Our Lord,
You have in fact
given Pharaoh and his chiefs
pomp and riches
in the life of the world, our Lord,
so they seduce people
from Your way.
Our Lord, destroy their riches
and harden their hearts;
for they will not believe
until they see the agony.”
87. And We inspired Moses and his brother:
Prepare dwellings for your people in Egypt,
and make your homes sites of regular prayer;
and bring glad tidings to the believers.
86. “And deliver us, by Your mercy,
from atheistic people.”
85. They replied, “It is in God that we trust!
O Lord! Do not make us a trial
for people who are unjust!
84. Moses said, “O my people!
If you believe in God,
then trust in God,
if you acquiesce.”
83. Yet none believed in Moses
but some children of his people,
for fear that Pharaoh and his chiefs
might persecute them.
And Pharaoh was indeed exalted on earth,
but he was surely guilty of excess.
82. “And God verifies truth
bywords of truth,
even if sinners detest it.”
IX
81. Then when they had thrown, Moses said,
“What you have brought is sorcery;
God will surely thwart it,
for God does not render fit
the work of corrupters.
80. Then when the magicians came,
Moses said to them, “Throw what you throw!”
79. And Pharaoh said, “Bring me
all the expert magicians!”
78. They said, “Have you come to us to turn us
away from what we found our fathers following,
and to have glory in the land for yourselves?
We still do not believe in you two.”
77. Moses said, “Do you say this of truth
when it has come to you?
Sorcerers do not succeed!”
76. So when truth came to them from Us,
they said, “This is obvious sorcery!”
75. Then after them We sent Moses and Aaron
to Pharaoh and his chiefs with Our signs,
but they were arrogant;
they were a people guilty of sin.
74. Then after him We sent
messengers to their peoples,
who brought them clarifications;
but they did not believe
in what they’d rejected before.
Thus do We seal
the hearts of transgressors.
73. Yet they repudiated him;
but We rescued him, in the Ark.
And We drowned the ones
who repudiated Our signs.
So observe how those
who were warned ended up.
72. “Yet if you turn back,
I do not ask you for any reward;
for my recompense is up to God alone.
For I have been commanded to be one
of those who surrender to God.”
VIII
71. Tell them the story of Noah,
who said to his people, “O my people!
If my presence and my recollection
of the signs of God are grievous to you,
it is God in whom I trust.
So get your business together,
and your partners;
then your business
won’t be in the dark.
Then you may pass judgment on me,
without giving me a respite.
70. Some stuff in the world,
then back to Us is their return;
then We have them taste
the intense torment
resulting from being ungrateful.
69. Say, “Those who manufacture
falsehood against God
will never succeed.”
68. They even say God has a son.
Glory to God! God is the self-sufficient,
to whom belongs what is in the skies
and what is on earth.
You have no authority for this!
Do you say of God
what you do not know?.
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God Can Use a Person Whose Heart Is Like This
Today's inspiration comes from:
Dangerous Prayers
by Craig Groeschel
I heard the voice of the LORD saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” Then I said, “Here I am! Send me.” — Isaiah 6:8
"'Years ago, I heard a pastor tell a story that I’ll never forget. This seasoned preacher described how each week, after the Sunday service, he’d stand by the door of the church to greet people as they left for their cars. He described the joy of hugging the grandmas and high-fiving the younger kids week after week. The pastor admitted openly that he loved when his parishioners would praise his message, complimenting him on how God used him to speak to them.
But then the pastor described an encounter he had with a guy, Matt, that he’d seen regularly at church but had never gotten to know well. Matt was probably in his mid-40s, graying slightly around the temples. Lines around his eyes indicated he might have had some challenging years in his life, but his warm smile and confident handshake led the preacher to believe that Matt was probably in a better season in life at the moment.
Then one Sunday after the service, Matt grasped both of the pastor’s hands firmly and said, “Pastor, I want you to know that my answer is yes. Now what’s the question?”
The pastor looked at Matt curiously. Poor guy, what’s he talking about? The answer is yes? What does that mean? Not wanting to make it awkward, the pastor grinned at the man, nodded, and said, “Thank you, Matt. God bless you.”
The next Sunday after church, Matt approached the pastor at the door and said the exact same thing. With heartfelt sincerity, he looked the pastor directly in the eyes and said, “Pastor, I want you to know that my answer to you will always be yes. Now what’s the question?”
The pastor assumed he wasn’t hearing Matt correctly. It just didn’t make sense. Once again, he nodded and shook Matt’s hand and kept the line moving.
The following Sunday, it happened again. This time the pastor knew that he’d heard Matt correctly. But the pastor was still confused. What does he mean by that? The answer is yes — the answer to what?
Not wanting to stop the greeting line for a longer conversation, he asked Matt if they could visit later over coffee. Matt smiled broadly and handed the pastor his business card for his contact information. “Of course we can have coffee! I told you my answer is yes.”
On Tuesday that week, the two men met at the coffee shop. After finishing the obligatory small talk, the pastor leaned in slightly and said, “I’ve been wondering about what you said to me. What do you mean the answer is yes?”
Matt leaned back with a look of deep satisfaction, as if he’d been waiting his whole life for the pastor to ask him that question.
He started talking slowly, carefully choosing his words. “I was not always the man that I am today. I did a lot of bad things in my life, hurt a lot of people. I was addicted to alcohol, pornography, and gambling. Those addictions ruled my life. I betrayed my wife, crushed my children, caused so much pain.” Matt choked up, and the pastor could see tears forming in the man’s eyes.
Assuming they were tears of pain and regret, the pastor was startled to hear Matt say, “But I’m thankful now for those low times. Because that’s what helped me to be open to Christ. You see, when I hit bottom, a friend invited me to church. And that’s when I heard you preach about the grace of Christ.”
Send me. Anywhere. Anytime. I will sign my name to a blank contract of availability. God, you just fill in the details.
When the man said the word Christ, the tears started to flow. Matt continued telling his story without even trying to hide his obvious emotion. “At first, I just listened, not sure if I could believe it was true for me. But after a few months, I invited Christ into my life, and He changed me.”
At that point, the pastor couldn’t keep his own tears back. The two men sat there silently for a moment. Both changed by the same Savior. Both grateful for the brief, holy moment they shared together over a cup of coffee.
Then the man said, “Pastor, that’s why I want you to know my answer to you is always yes. Because of how Jesus changed my life through our church, I will always be available to Him — and to you. If you ask me to mow the church yard, I will be honored to do it. If you need money to help a single mom, I will give without hesitation. If you need someone to drive a widow to church, I’m your driver. Pastor, I want you to know that my answer is yes. So just let me know the question.”
Now that’s the heart of a person that God can use.
Such openness is the essence of this dangerous prayer. When Isaiah experienced the presence of God, he became aware of his own sinful brokenness. Then the seraph touched his lips with the flaming coal and God forgave his sin. Because of God’s goodness, God’s grace, and God’s love, Isaiah’s response was bold.
Send me. Anywhere. Anytime. I will sign my name to a blank contract of availability. God, you just fill in the details.
Use me. My life is completely yours. May your will become my will. Your plan, my plan.
Notice Isaiah didn’t ask for any details. He didn’t ask God where. Or when. Or what would happen. This is why this prayer can feel so dangerous. “God, send me. Use me. I’m not asking for details. I don’t need to know the benefits. Or if it will be easy. Or if I will enjoy it. Because of who You are — my God, my King, my Savior — I trust You. Because You are sovereign over the universe, I surrender my will to You, every part of me. Take my mind, my eyes, my mouth, my ears, my heart, my hands, and my feet and guide me toward Your will. I trust You. God, my answer is yes. Now what’s the question?”
Imagine if you prayed this way. Are you sick of safe prayers? Are you tired of living for things that don’t matter? Do you despise halfhearted, lukewarm Christianity? Then pray the dangerous prayer.
Here I am, Lord.
Send me.
Use me."'
Adapted from Dangerous Prayers: Because Following Jesus Was Never Meant to Be Safe by Craig Groeschel.
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IKAW na UNTA !
(by Clint)
"As I start my writing, I just want you to know that I am the happiest and luckiest man on earth because you made the right decision in choosing me(pohon). I cannot express my love to you through physical touch or by bringing something, as you are far away from me. However, through this letter, I can express my feelings toward you and how thankful I am for having you ❤️.
On the last day of the Jamboree, we had our pictures taken together with my co-scouts and you. As far as I can remember, it was a good shot as both of us were highlighted in the picture. At that time, I was magnetized to your beauty and my fellow scouts as well (haha, there was a beautiful lady scout). It was then that I shed my shyness just to take a picture with you, and that's how our love story began."
Three days after the jamboree, I made the first move with you through Messenger, since I knew your account name, which was revealed by your friend. I immediately opened up a conversation with you to know more details about your life. Day by day, as we chatted and called each other, we developed our feelings, and that was the time, I felt I was the luckiest guy in the world (kilig). So, I decided to court you, and then we both became an official secret couple ❤️.
Time went by, and when I started to study my undergrad course at Mindanao State University in Naawan, I met a lot of friends online since the pandemic. One of my friends, whom I admired because she is gorgeous, smart, and helpful in terms of academics, I started to chat with her (with the intention of being friends). But, I found myself falling for her, which made me lose my feelings 😞. This was the time when you broke up with me, and of course, I felt guilty that day because I invalidated someone's feelings without knowing the huge impact it would have on you. To make short of the story I realized that her intention and I are friends only. (immature day)
At the end of the school year, I decided to transfer to another university and was fortunately accepted. During that time, I started to develop feelings for my close friends and confessed to her just to release what I feel without knowing that she already have a partner. Our friendship ended, and the pain was killing me. Through that experience, I realized how important friendship than a relationship.
After that, I developed feelings again for another person who had a similar faith as me. I thought that she could be my life partner in the future, but in the end, it was just my admiration. I never felt her love for me. I tried to spark my feelings for her again, but then I realized that maybe we were not meant to be the same way. It caused me pain, but I needed to accept that my admiration was just that - admiration only!
College of Science and Mathematics ( CSM) days I volunteered to be a Culture and art head for the three events pop dance, vocal trio, and hallway design since I'm CUA head to our society, unfortunately, I was able to make it and I'm grateful to all my under secretaries and working comms who invest all their time to make our event successfully till the end, nevertheless all tired days of working inside the campus (biskay mag bakasyon unta Wala naalng Kay naay trabaho pero nalipay rasad ko Aron di sad boring Akong life haha) I enjoy because I met a lot of friends at the same time my co-workers from other departments, and every time I travel alone going back to my home I recall those memories we have been together thru chat and calling, we've laughed together, sending memes pictures with you 😭, sharing our problems and other things that we're comfortable with and the reason why i started to chat you hoping that continue what we had started.
I want you to be my partner in my life in the future, not just in good times but also in bad times. we can't predict what our future will be , that's why I always have a favor with you "Ye please include me in your prayers".Trying my best not to hurt you anymore ❤️
Hoping nga IKAW na unta Ang Gihatag ni Lord Para sa akoa .Don't rush because God set a perfect time for us.
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It was now the day before the Passover Festival. Jesus knew that the hour had come for Him to leave this world and go to the Father. Jesus knew that the Father had given Him complete power, He knew that He had come from God and was going to God. “I am not talking about all of you, I know those I have chosen. But the scripture must come true that says, ‘The man who shared my food turned against me.’ Very truly I tell you, whoever accepts anyone I send accepts Me, and whoever accepts Me accepts the One who sent Me.” “One of you is going to betray Me.” Simon Peter motioned to this disciple and said, “Ask him which one he means.” Jesus answered, “It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread when I have dipped it in the dish.” Then, dipping the piece of bread, He gave it to Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot. As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him. John 13:1-27 GNT/NIV. - During the reign of Emperor Caesar Tiberius Augustus, the day before the Passover Festival, Yeshua had His final meal with His apostles, as He prepared to exit His earthly ministry, the apostle John Mark, wrote to the Jewish & Gentiles followers of Yeshua, outside Palestine, an account, so they would know that, Yeshua is the Christ, the son of Yahweh, the prophesied Messiah & Saviour of the world, as scripture foretold; “Even my close friend, someone I trusted, one who shared my bread, has turned against me.” Psalm 41:9. - And so it is for us, the obedient followers of Jesus Christ of this generation, those who we truly least expect, will hurt us in ways we would ever imagin, but with prayer, the Holy Spirit will guide & comfort us, in ‘the way we should go,’ so in time, such old wounds will heal.
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do you really only fall in love 3 times....
bcs if i really properly count it. you’d be my 3rd one.
they say the first one might not be love, and yet it actually was, in the way that you knew love for what it was; young, naive, the first time you will ever learn what love is, romantically, outside of family.
the second would be painful. full of pain, uncertainties, red flags etc. but it would also teach you what you love about love, and you will leave now knowing what you want to find in love.
the third one would be stable, when you’d end up in a state of bliss.
and when i think about it..... all 3 of these might apply to my 2 serious crushes and then you, but then again i found that all 3 can actually be you all at once.
the 1st being when we first got to know each other, first found out how we were each other's first loves.
the 2nd being where we are now, hurting each other and ourselves, the uncertainties piling up, the red flags unwillingly showing up.
and so i pray that when it comes time for the 3rd one, that we'd be just that for each other too, because it doesn’t feel like a coincidence that we both are each other's first loves. it doesn’t feel like an accident when we both came into each other's lives, and other aspects came catching up with us as well. we both became friends with each other's circles, whom otherwise we wouldn’t have become friends with if it weren’t for each other. so many little and sometimes even huge bits and pieces of our lives are now ingrained with one another; our past, present and even future linked in more ways than one.
trusting your gut instincts is enough of a sign already, believing that god was the one to guide us right where we are, guide our hearts to pray for the things that we do now is another.
all the events that have happened in my life, leading me to where i am now don't really feel like coincidences now. the friends i’ve made and lost, the changes i’ve had happen with a heavy heart, the things i’ve chosen to do and become involved in, all the choices i’ve made to lead me right where i am rn. and you too. everything that you’ve done and been through, to get you where you are rn.
i'd like to believe that this was all written by Him. that this was all planned exactly the way He had planned it to, this was all written and everything is really just right where it's supposed to be.
without pain and turbulances in life, how would we learn, right? i'd learned about my dysfunctional family dynamic from what i’ve had to go through all those years ago because of my unhealed parents; it was way beyond painful, yes, but i now believe that without all those pain and heartbreak, i wouldn’t have known that i deserve to heal too. i wouldn’t have learned about what i deserved, about the generational trauma that i have the power to break through.
and you, too. when i first learned about your conscious choice about wanting to seek help, it really went and grabbed my heart, had me thinking that perhaps this was the best course of plans because without all this pain for the both of us, perhaps you too wouldn’t have realized that you deserve to heal as well.
it still hurts, every time i think of all the good memories we had, how there really was nothing that would make me walk away and leave you, how there just might be a chance for us in the future. and yet i’m still holding to that, too. holding on to the fact that we really are meant for each other, for nothing that has happened between us were really just mere coincidences.
the universe's pull can be so strong sometimes, and also my new favourite line now: if god did not want to accept your prayers, He wouldn’t have guided your heart to make them in the first place. and all i’ve been doing since i’ve met you is pray pray pray. pray for you, pray for your wellbeing, pray that He lifts your sorrows, pray that He guides you, pray that He sends you help to get through life and its turbulances, pray that you and i are truly made for each other.
all in all, i will always keep you in my prayers. i hope you heal soon, Amyrull Syafiq. i hope that you’re okay, and i hope that we’ll find our way back to each other. ameen.
#i love you more than love#a love that doesn't bend#and if there is eternity#i'd love you there again#amyrull syafiq
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THE EYE OF THE STORM
Daniel 6:20-23 (ASV)
20 And when he came near unto the den to Daniel, he cried with a lamentable voice; the king spake and said to Daniel, O Daniel, servant of the living God, is thy God, whom thou servest continually, able to deliver thee from the lions?
21 Then said Daniel unto the king, O king, live for ever.
22 My God hath sent his angel, and hath shut the lions' mouths, and they have not hurt me; forasmuch as before him innocency was found in me; and also before thee, O king, have I done no hurt.
23 Then was the king exceeding glad, and commanded that they should take Daniel up out of the den. So Daniel was taken up out of the den, and no manner of hurt was found upon him, because he had trusted in his God.
If you’ve ever encountered a storm, you know it’s not a calm or quiet situation. A storm is a violent disturbance of the atmosphere, attended by wind, snow, hail, or thunder and lightning, often, with heavy rain accompanied by wind.
Storms can brew at the drop of a hat in any area of life; financial, material, emotional, physical, and spiritual storms can appear just like that.
When storms rage, they leave a lot of destruction in their wake. As believers, we would go through storms at intervals in life and our chances of coming out of these storms is to anchor on God according to Job 11:18.
When life storms batter us on every side, the only safe place of security is in the Lord and no other.
Daniel recognised that, otherwise, the fear of being thrown into the lions’ den should have deterred him from praying.
Our faith must be uncompromised by the threat of storms but we must stand firm in the knowledge of God’s word, trust His unfailing love to strengthen and shield us in the eye of the storm according to Psalm 28:7 and to deliver us when we call on Him according to Psalm 50:15.
Some situations would arise in life that will blow so violently that we may almost fall on our faces but holding onto the word of God in hope sustains us.
When we are in the eye of the storm, fearful of the outcome and wondering if God will deliver us, we must trust in His promise to send Angels as stated in Psalm 34:7, just as it was done for Daniel in verse 22 where Daniel declared that his God sent Angels to shut the Lions’ mouth.
Even when the mouth of the storm is wide enough to swallow us whole, the Lord will steps in on time to rescue and deliver us as He promises throughout the bible, whispering, “Fear not, I am with you in the storms, winds and waves,”
There are people whose job it is to dive into the eye of the storm-storm chasers, and they’ll quickly tell you that the eye of the storm is the centre of a difficult, stressful, or hectic situation or season. The "eye," or centre, of a storm, is surrounded by the strongest winds which may knock us down and out.
When you are a God-chaser, you must follow the dictates of Psalm 107:28-31, cry out to God, only He can still the storm.
Whatever storm you’re facing now will last for a while just cling to God, don’t remain in the eye of the storm, don’t allow self-pity, doubt, and fear to keep you stuck within the storm, keep moving until the storm is behind you.
Make the word of God your wing as indicated by Psalm 55:6-8 and allow those wings to take you into the safe place in God.
Daniel was taken uninjured out of the Lion’s den, from the eye of the storm because he trusted in God and found safety in Him. God will shut the roaring lion's mouth or storms in your life if you believe and have faith in His power of deliverance.
Don’t get comfortable in the eye of the storm!
Shalom
Women of light international prayer ministries.
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BnHA Chapter 294: A Half-Assed Escape
Previously on BnHA: Mirio was all “SURPRISE I’M BACK THANKS TO OUR RESIDENT SEVEN-YEAR-OLD WHO RECENTLY EARNED HER BACHELOR’S OF BEING A TOTAL BADASS.” Kacchan was all, “you know what, Dabi’s been trending long enough, time to remind the fandom what a real G looks like,” and he blasted his little bleeding body back into the fray and was all “FROM HERE ON OUT CALL ME DYNAMIGHT!!” Mirio was all, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... oh, you’re serious,” and Kacchan was all “!!”, and so that’s the story of how my son got murdered twice in one day. Meanwhile in the Todoroki Drama Zone, Deku was all “STOP MURDERING MY FRIEND” and Dabi was all “THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” and fandom had a whole big debate about Whether Or Not Dabi Trying To Murder Deku’s Friends And Mentors Is Any Of Deku’s Business, which went exactly how you think it went. Anyway, so then Deku yelled at Dabi, and Endeavor was all moved by his manly words and randomly went to go uppercut Machia in the chin. And, seeing as how the Momoserum finally chose that exact moment to kick in, Machia is now down for the count.
Today on BnHA: The Miriosquad handles the Nearly High End Noumus, freeing up Jeanist to jasphyxiate (okay that one doesn’t really work so well) the rest of the League. Compress is all “TIME FOR THIS MILD-MANNERED SIDE CHARACTER VILLAIN TO SHINE”, except that by “shine” what he actually means is “use his quirk to punch a literal hole right through his own ass to free himself.” The rest of the chapter is basically just a back and forth between him and Jeanist, with Jeanist trying to recapture him, and Compress repeatedly thwarting him by chopping more holes out of himself because HE’S FRESH OUT OF FUCKS, AND THE ONES AT THE STORE ARE ALL SOLD OUT, MOTHERFUCKERS. Anyway, so with Compress basically dying and all, Horikoshi is all “you know what that means”, and delivers a freshly-baked villain flashback revealing that Compress is a descendant of Harima Ouji, a.k.a. the Peerless Thief, a.k.a. some famous guy whom Gentle mentioned this one time for like two seconds back in the day. The chapter ends with Compress finally demasking himself and dumping Tomura back onto the ground, a.k.a. The Worst Possible Place For Tomura To Be. ( •﹏•)
WHY IS CRUST HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD
-- OH WAIT, SHIT. OH
AIZAWAAAA you’re alive and receiving medical help thank GOD. HOW MANY EYES DO YOU HAVE. AND MIRKO!! HOW MANY LIMBS DO YOU HAVE, OMG
so is this Aizawa dreaming about Crust’s final moments, then?? jesus. with All Due Respect to Crust’s memory, does Aizawa not already have enough misplaced guilt on his conscience as it is?? “nope, we’re gonna keep piling it on. that’s all he is now. three limbs, an indeterminate number of eyes, sexy hair, and Guilt” well shit
motherfucker y’all really out here placing an oxygen mask on Gran Torino’s corpse. fucking shounen characters. each one comes with a lifetime warranty
DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI WHY DO YOU KEEP SHOWING THESE CLOSE-UPS OF HAWKS’S UNCONSCIOUS FACE ALL WHUMPED OUT AND EXHAUSTED. HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS ARE WE GOING TO GET. ARE YOU PLANNING ON KILLING ME WITH THE UPCOMING CONVALESCENCE ARC, BECAUSE IF SO, AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME AHEAD OF TIME SO I CAN MAKE A WILL
for a moment I considered going back and checking my previous recaps to count how many times I’ve already made a joke about Dabi’s fire incinerating Hawks’s wings but not touching so much as a hair on his five o’clock shadow, so that I could calculate whether or not I could possibly get away with making that same joke one more time. but then I realized I could just do it in this kind of roundabout way I’m doing right now instead. so there you have it
FFFFFFFMT LADY AND MIDNIGHT NOOOOO
PLEASE BE ALIVE. PLEASE RESPECT THE SIGN ON THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING. THE ONE THAT SAYS “NO LADY CHARACTERS ALLOWED TO DIE”, WITH THE FINE PRINT AT THE BOTTOM “AT LEAST NOT UNTIL HORIKOSHI GIVES US LIKE TWENTY-SIX MORE OF THEM FIRST IF THAT’S THE WAY HE WANTS TO PLAY IT.” IT’S A GOOD SIGN, PLEASE RESPECT ITS WISHES!!
so anyway though, Jeanist is giving a speech about how god knows how many people all worked together to bring Machia down. and now RHA is getting in on those fabric puns too, I see. “A SINGLE STRAND MAY BE THIN BUT TOGETHER THEY FORM A STRONG ROPE” oh so you think you guys are funny eh? I’m a frayed knot
MEANWHILE EXCUSE ME BUT WHY ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING BLOOD, HOLY SHIT
fffffff. so much for him taking over as the Number One once all this is over. so let’s just recap real quick, because Horikoshi has long since made it clear that one of his plot goals for this arc is to wipe out every single member of the Billboard Top Ten. so how we doin?
Endeavor - was just figuratively eviscerated in front of the entire nation by his homicidal zombiepunk son. also burnt half to death and possibly down a lung. will almost certainly be forced to retire after this one way or the other
Hawks - lying prettily in a medical tent. wings status: gone. hair status: still perfect
Jeanist - WELL I THOUGHT HE WAS FINE BUT APPARENTLY HE’S OUT HERE DYING, JESUS CHRIST
Edgeshot - MIA, last seen fighting Re-Destro. I really want him to have kicked RD’s ass because fuck that guy, but realistically they probably fought to a draw at best
Mirko - alive but in critical condition and missing something like 1.5 limbs
Crust - dead, currently haunting Aizawa’s traumatized dreams. now he’s gonna be triggered the rest of his life by people giving him the thumbs up, THANKS A LOT
Kamui Woods - was set on fire which is His Weakness. thoughts and prayers
Wash - last seen floating hospital patients to safety as Tomura’s wave of decay descended towards him. probably dead ffff
Old Man Samurai - haven’t seen this fucker in a hot minute, who even knows where he’s wandered off to
Ryuukyuu - currently being treated for her wounds, looked pretty bad off. but it’s hard to tell how hurt she is since most of the injuries were acquired in her transformed state. SHE BETTER GET WELL SOON
anyways, so yeah. so much for the top ten. guess that’s another reason Horikoshi brought Mirio back now, huh
so there’s a big panel of everyone fighting the Noumu while Machia lies there all “blurgh.” good riddance my dude. it took like twenty chapters and a hundred people to stop this guy so I really fucking hope he stays down. you’ve had your fun
anyway so Jeanist is sending another steel thread towards Dabi! and he’s all “just a bit more!!” fklklj this is gonna go real well isn’t it
meanwhile Mirio’s fighting a Nearly High End with all of these weird rock formations jutting out of its skin. go on and kick his ass then, Mirio
“each of these guys is probably just as strong as the Noumu from Kyuushuu” hold on I thought Ujiko or Tomura or someone said that wasn’t the case? not that Mirio would know I suppose. anyways let’s just hope he’s wrong cuz if not these kids are probably screwed
kLSDKFHLSKHGLKLK OH MY GODDDD
IIDA FUCKING TENYA YOU’RE A PEACH. THINKS THE NAME IS OUTRAGEOUS, CHECK. USES IT ANYWAY, CHECK. “JUST BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T BE SUPPORTIVE.” WHAT A CLASS ACT
AND KACCHAN IS RESPONDING WITH AS MUCH DIGNITY AS HE CAN MUSTER
WOW, SON. IT’S ALMOST AS THOUGH YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, OR SOMETHING!! although listen up, real talk, the fact that Kacchan of all people can’t muster the energy to yell at someone questioning his ability to kick ass is HIGHKEY troubling and we may be in need of an intervention here soon :/
now Jeanist is finally turning his attention to the League! was... was it not already on the League. omg
ACTUAL SCREAMING AHHHHHH FUCK FUCKLK LK AHHLKHKFFFF
hey so um. what the actual fucked up hell. my soul left my body. imagine if you saw the reflection of this panel on your bedroom window. you would never sleep again
OKAY RHA TRANSLATORS ARE YOU HAVING YOURSELF A LAUGH AGAIN
THIS CANNOT BE WHAT HE’S ACTUALLY SAYING RIGHT. BUT IT’S RIGHT IN THAT UNCANNY VALLEY OF NOT BEING QUITE SURE, THOUGH... ( ﾟдﾟ)
(ETA: just a next-day clarification here, apparently my sleep-deprived ADHD word-skipping brain completely skipped right over the “a” in that last panel, so what I read was, “and Shigaraki’s limp noodle.” so yeah, the moral of this story is always read the speech bubble carefully before you start making running jokes throughout the rest of your post, folks.)
oh wow he’s really freaking out lmao
to be fair though, I’d argue that Dabi has gotten pre-tty close at this point :’) thrilled for him, really I am
but anyway, well then figure something out you big dramatic robot-armed fiend. didn’t you just say you could touch your own ass? can you not just Compress yourself to break free?? does it not work on you? or would you be stuck afterwards lol
(ETA: I was picturing him compressing his entire body at once, not just chunks of it. ghhhlkh.)
um
holy shit Jeanist. are you stupidly trying to cut off their air, or are you going for more of a sleeper hold (jleeper hold??) thing instead. the latter would be way smarter and faster and probably safer as well just saying
but unless Spinner is just being super dramatic, it sure looks like he’s fucking strangling them djslkjlk. this will certainly cement his popularity among the villain stans. good thing you’re not running for office any time soon bud
anyway so I have no idea what these guys are trying to do now. what is this
do you even have till the count of 5 at this rate. I mean
OH MY GOODNESS
HE’S REALLY FUCKING DOING IT!! HE’S COMPRESSING HIS BUTT!! OMFG. TOMURA HIDE YOUR NOODLE!!!
WHAT THE FUCK
DID YOU COMPRESS A PIECE OF YOUR OWN ASS. FUCKING WHAT. PUT THIS MAN’S PICTURE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO THE WORD “LOYALTY”, HOLY CRAP
HOLY SHIT COMPRESS
“HOLY SHIT DID THAT GUY JUST PUNCH A HOLE THROUGH HIS OWN ASS IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS VILLAIN PALS. FUCK IT, HE DESERVES TO ESCAPE”
jeez, talk about... A HALF-ASSED ESCAPE ATTEMPT :D :D :D hahaha. but real talk though, Horikoshi has clearly never tried to leap twelve feet straight up in the air multiple times in succession with only half his glutes though. everyone, I regret to inform you that this panel right here on the left may be slightly unrealistic
also where the hell is he going to go?? did you pack a jetpack away in one of those little marbles sir. and what about Dabi?? and Skeptic too, I guess, but we don’t really care about Skeptic
(ETA: at this point I had to stop reading for about two hours because I had to go out and take care of something; that’s also why this is being posted later than usual lol. anyways so where were we.)
oh my lord
the existence of a translator’s note here implies that the earlier line about Compress being able to reach Tomura’s junk was not, in fact, ad-libbed. hmm. hmmmmmmmm
anyway so now he’s grabbing Compress again because OF COURSE HE IS, so now we’re right back to square one! except now Tomura and Spinner are secured inside of little marbles, and presumably Compress is the only one who can release them
oh nevermind he’s just maiming himself again instead, SHEESH
Skeptic a man is dying please have some goddamn respect
so, uh. is he gonna die, though??
I really can’t tell wtf is going on here, this is the most confusing the art has been in a while. Horikoshi put all of his spoons into that creepyass close-up panel earlier, that bastard
OMG WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS
DON’T FUCKING TELL ME THE “COMPRESS IS RELATED TO THIS THIEF GUY FROM OLDEN TIMES” THEORY IS ACTUALLY TRUE WHAAAAAAT. OH SHIT
so apparently Harima was a Robin Hood type guy who stole from... heroes?? wtf. are heroes the 1% in this scenario. y’all didn’t have any Fortune 500 CEOs to steal from?
THAT’S THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS THROUGH YOU, OH SHIT. and in a related oh shit, the fact that we are getting a Compress flashback now of all times doesn’t bode super well for him. ffff
MEANWHILE THE TODOROKIS ARE STILL TODOROKI-ING
listen here boy if you touch one freaking hair on Shouto’s candy cane head I swear to god --
WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!!!
SHOUTO NOOOOOO. WTF YOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONE GUY WHOSE WEAKNESS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FIRE. DABI YOU SHIT, YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF!! I’M PRINTING OUT A COPY OF THAT COMPRESS PANEL!!! KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THAT BEDROOM WINDOW YOU PUNK!!!
SO NOW POOR SHOUTO IS UNCONSCIOUS AND FALLING!! SOMEONE SAVE HIM!! WHO CATCHES THE CATCHER
COMPRESS LITERALLY HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE RIGHT NOW, WHAT IS HAPPENING
PLEASE DON’T CALL TOMURA LEADER OF THE “PLF” YOU KNOW I CAN’T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DO THAT. ARE YOU DYING. ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING HEAD NOW WTF
(ETA: “masks are removable, makeste” you know what it’s been a long day okay lmao. or I suppose Compress is really the one who is lmao.)
GASPPPPPP
okay. okay. looooool okay then
WHY WERE YOU COVERING THIS SEXY MOP OF HAIR UNDER THAT HOOD YOU TOOL. IT WOULD HAVE LOOKED SO GOOD WITH THE TOP HAT. I’M SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW
as if it wasn’t enough for him to demask himself, he also had to get all shirtless and then do this weird attempt at a sexypose too huh
hard to say exactly how much of his torso is currently missing, but safe to say that’s proooooooobably not good. :///// fuck
on the other hand, Kacchan also has a torso hole and he’s still flying around like he just drank a dozen red bulls, so
this man lost his ass and he’s still out here monologuing like it’s the last two minutes of The Prestige. one might say he is monologuing his ass off
so he let Spinner and Tomura free, but is Dabi still trapped in his marble?? wasn’t he all on fire and stuff?? hopefully he can still turn off his quirk in there because if not that’s a pretty fucked up way to die. somewhere out there Snatch’s ghost is all “YEAH I’LL SAY.” oh how the turntables
last but not least, sooooooo. Tomura. back on the ground. that’s. um. ...shiiiiiiiit
#bnha 294#mr. compress#...and actually that's pretty much it lol#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#sorry this is up later than usual (and mostly unedited as well)#just one of those days
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Finally, You’re Back
Part 1: ‘There You Are’
Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil 8: Village) x Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Mentions of Injury and Human Experimentation, Insecurity, Swearing, Spoilers for RE8
Genre: Angst, Romance, Some Humor and Fluff too
Summary: And there they are, back in that village half a decade later to retrieve what’s theirs but unaware of what they’ll find in place of what they remember.
Requested by one Anon and the idea was modified by another Anon, so thank you both so much for sharing your creativity with me, it’s really been a huge honor to write a fic inspired by such a beautiful idea. Love you both! 💕
If again is what he hoped and prayed for, why is he damning it now
Why does he resent himself for having hope
When he previously wished nothing but to have it
Why does their presence hurt
When it used to heal him
Why do they remind him of how much of a monster he is
When previously they were the only one making him human
Why is he worthy of their presence
When he’s only become worse
They upheld their promise
But the person they are coming back to is no longer alive
He’s taken his place and he hates himself for it
He’d kill himself to get him back
He’d do just about anything
Just to prevent those eyes from seeing them differently
Just so he can greet them with open arms and say:
“Finally, you’re back“
But as of now all he can say is:
“You’re back, but the one you’re searching for will never return“
He was made aware of their presence the day of their arrival in the village. He knew all about their venture, going around the village asking for him to be looked at with terror by the villagers they came across. He watched as all the people refused to tell them his whereabouts, claiming they didn’t know or they couldn’t tell. No matter what bribery or convincing method Y/N tried to use, the villagers refused to stand down from their determined ground.
They refused to give up though, going against his prayers that they would. They might have felt discouraged but they never, not even for a second, thought to give it up. Never did they even consider forgetting him as an option. It’s been half a decade and they still remember him, they still have the will to look for him despite all the time that has passed, despite the odds that aren’t in their favor, despite the lack of help from anyone.
They keep going, keep trying. They keep driving the sword deeper into his chest, piercing his heart.
If only they could accept me like this. If only they could look at a monster the same way they looked at that boy they met five years ago...
His mistake, although blatantly obvious even to him, is not something he’s willing to correct. He doesn’t want to give them a chance. And the answer to the question many - even he himself - would ask ‘why’, that answer he doesn’t want revealed.
Because he knows it and would do anything in his power to keep it from swimming to the surface.
The answer? - It’s because he’s afraid. Terrified really.
What of? That’s the part he’s not sure about. Is he afraid of them being scared, disgusted and repulsed by him? Or is he afraid of the complete opposite - that they won’t bat an eye at the change he’s undergone. That latter option leaves him with a bitter taste in his mouth, his stomach turning. He doesn’t believe he deserves that reaction, after all he’s done, after becoming the monster he is now, he’s done his best to not even think about them - attempts that have failed miserably. Not a day has gone by that they haven’t been on his mind. He thought getting rid of the dog tag necklace - the promise - would cleanse his system of their memory that’s etched itself so deeply within his mind and soul but his hands refused to cooperate when his brain kept telling them to lift that necklace off his neck. He couldn’t do it, and he hated himself because of it for a while, but if he’s being honest he felt more relieved than anything else.
He doesn’t want the only real memory, the only pleasant memory of his human days gone. He doesn’t want to wipe Y/N from his mind, they’re the only thought that still sends his heartbeat speeding in a positive way. He knows he’s a coward for what he does, hiding in the shadows and watching them waste their time with the villagers who think they are downright insane for going around looking for Karl Heisenberg whom the entire village knows as Lord Heisenberg. Not using his title each time they ask never fails to bring a smile to his face. It’s a relief that they at least have a nice picture of him that has stuck with them. And if it’s up to him, that’s the picture that will remain, they won’t see him like this, this new him won’t replace the old him in their mind. He’d do anything to make sure of it.
That being said, you can imagine the massive shock and mini heart attack he experienced one day when his motion detectors picked up on someone entering the factory in broad daylight. Rushing to the camera display, the briefest glimpse was enough to make out who this foolish person looking for their death was.
Goddammit, Y/N!
It was no longer a danger to his sanity, their presence at the factory was an even worse danger for them. His creations wouldn’t think twice about slicing their tiny frame in half with their implemented chainsaws, designed to do exactly what he’s hoping they won’t get the chance to do this time. Running to the elevator, all he can do is silently pray he reaches them before they come across one of his minions.
What he’s going to say to them? How he’s gonna greet them? He hasn’t got the slightest clue, all he knows is that he has to get to them asap.
Running out of the elevator once it settles on the ground floor, he almost crashes directly into them, eyes wide with shock as the adrenaline is still pumping throughout his body despite the immense amount of relief he feels wash over him.
He doesn’t notice at first, but when he does his heart sinks: their gaze is empty and their face unreadable. He can’t bear to have them looking at him like that, it hurts more than physically hitting him. Hell, it hurts more than the experiments Miranda did to him.
“How’d you find me?“ He decides to end the silence for his sanity’s sake, his heart heavy and aching in his chest.
They shrug, “Wasn’t easy, I’ll have to admit, you’ve trained the villagers well, none of em wanted to give me even a clue.“ They give him a small smile before looking around at the factory walls and everything lining them, “And then I put it together on my own. It was a bit of a stretch...“ they trail off, their eyes scanning him from head to toe, “...but I see it was a lucky one.“
He can’t help but huff, more out of disgust for himself than anything else, “If you call this lucky you’ve gotta have a few screws loose.”
Much to his surprise, this remark earns him a genuine, wholehearted laugh from Y/N, “Oh Karl, didn’t you pick up on my loose screws back when we first met? That’s odd, people usually take one look and can already tell.”
He scoffs, letting a small smile slip onto his face before he chases it away, forcing himself to maintain the seriousness, “I can’t believe how foolish you are. Didn’t you, even for a second, think there was maybe a good reason why people didn’t want to give you my whereabouts?”
“Oh I didn’t need to think about it!“ They say, lifting a pointer finger in the air as if to emphasize their point, “They were pretty clear when they were calling you stuff like ‘monster’ and ‘cruel Lord’ or whatever.“
Heisenberg’s eyes widen in an instant, “So you knew? You knew I was...I wouldn’t be the same as you remember me?” He asks, his jaw almost reaching the floor.
They nod nonchalantly, “I mean, I was sure of that part, it’s been half a decade, after all. Of course, I didn’t expect such a drastic change but it changes nothing. The villagers made it all sound super scary and dramatic...”
Karl doesn’t get confused often. However, right now, they’ve got him completely flabbergasted. “You were told about me...about me being what I am and you still showed up and walked into this place everyone fears like you own it? Where the fuck is your self-preservation instinct?!”
With an eye-roll, Y/N pushes past him, entering the elevator and walks over to the buttons to choose a floor, “Up your ass, Heisenberg. Right next to the stick that’s got you in such a foul mood. Is this how you welcome back an old friend?” Though the words themselves were harsh, they spoke them in such a way and with a sincere look in their eyes that they had the complete opposite effect of what they’d usually have. Hell, he wants to laugh at the vocabulary on its own, it’s so refreshing to hear someone use those terms and speak so freely around him, unfazed by his powers. To be fair, they’re probably not even aware he has any.
Looking at them now, their intense gaze telling him loud and clear that they’re completely unfazed, has him going soft. They’re still his connection to the humanity he’s lost, he’s still clinging onto it thanks to them. And while he still believes he doesn’t deserve to preserve any last piece of it, he’s glad that he’s not the judge of that. The punishment is not his to decide. It’s theirs. And who knows, allowing him to keep a tiny fragment of his humanity may be the ultimate punishment but he doesn’t know it yet.
Regardless, he’s happy with it as long as it means he has them by his side to carry said punishment out.
When all they get in response to their words is a laugh they too let a smile lighten up their features, “There you go, knock some humor into you.” They turn to look at the buttons briefly before locking their gaze onto him once again, “I like what you did with the place. Care to show me around?”
He shakes his head as his laughter dies down, “You won’t like it.”
Y/N rolls their eyes yet again, “Leave that up for me to decide, old man.”
A frown comes across Heisenberg’s face, “Old man? How dare you?”
The sound of their laughter almost manages to wipe the frown off his face. Almost. “Old man who can pull off even a century old dog tag necklace.” They say, sizing up the necklace resting over his chest which he automatically reaches out to touch as a result of her remark. “You can keep it, by the way. I don’t need it back. I’ll be sticking around for some time after all.”
Before he can even process what they said, they’ve pulled him into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor, looking out of the open side of it to be able to see the inside of the factory as the metal box keeps climbing, carrying them with it.
Their back is turned to him so he can’t see the look on their face but he can only hope it’s not one of horror or disgust. If he were to receive that look from them his heart would shatter on the spot. So he’d rather they don’t turn around - both for him not to be able to see them grimacing and so they can’t see him staring at them with that look in his eyes.
Look of adoration he’s never given anyone before nor will he ever give to anyone else. And so, all the pieces of his soul have found their proper spots.
Thanks to Y/N.
Finally, you’re back.
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Christmas Greetings from them [Genshin Impact]
Characters Included: Aether, Albedo, Amber, Barbara, Beidou, Bennett, Childe, Chongyun, Diluc Ragnvindr, Diona & Fischl.
Notes: .. AYE- TIME TO START WORKING- :DDD the child-like characters (qiqi, klee, diona, and paimon—) are all platonic. so no worries there- i also have to randomize Diona’s and Sucrose’s ;;w;; i’m just gonna imagine what’ll like if the two characters interact- some of this are long, some are short. So sorry abt the inconsistency :pp hope ya’ll like this! (Bc this is the first time i’ve done something like this- 🤧)
Ps: I have to cut this into several parts bc there is a maximum word count in one post- ;;w;; so i only added the ones that appeared here.
Additional Notes: based on the “wishes” thing. So like,, ya know, how we believe that if we make a wish on a star it’ll come true kind of thing? So,, when making a wish or prayer or something, they do it in a prayer position and think of it- and that person somehow receives it?? (I’m still not sure abt this part ;;w;; but let’s wing it-!). Also,, I refer “wish” as a prayer- 🤧 sorry if its confusing- hshs
Warning: some of the characters are OOC ;;w;; sorry-
Aether
With Paimon
“Oh? Is it already that time of the year again?”
“Of course it is! Don’t tell me you forgot-!”
“Oh-! Of course not, Paimon. Not with you constantly reminding me..”
“C’mon! Say your wishes! Oh.. also! You should probably say your wishes for your s/o!”
“Hmm.. you know what, Paimon. You could be useful sometimes.”
“Hey! What does that suppose to mean?!”
“Wishing stars.. this is for my beloved [Y/N], I wish that we can get to spend every Christmas season together. Though I may travel a lot, and may leave you one day, I hope that you’ll still love and cherish the limited time we have together. Always keep smiling that brilliantly for me, even if I’m gone. As much as this is becoming cheesy, keep me in your heart, okay? I’ll keep you in mine in return. Merry Christmas, [Y/N].”
Albedo
With Sucrose
“Sir Albedo-! Are you still busy with your research?”
“Hm..? Oh, Sucrose. Precisely, I’m almost done with it.”
“You should probably get some rest, sir! It’s almost Christmas Eve!”
“Christmas? Eve? Eh..? Is it already that late?”
“D-Don’t tell me you didn’t notice the time..?”
“I suppose so..”
“You should probably make your wish now! The stars are still out, so it’s not too late to make right now.”
“Ah, I forgot about that. Thank you, Sucrose.”
“Y-Your very welcome, sir Albedo-!”
“Stars that grants wishes, hear my wish. This is for my (princess/prince), my muse. How are you faring? I hope that you’ll come back soon so that we can celebrate this season of Christmas, and possibly more. Can you see the stars from where you are? Can you see how bright they are right now? I really do miss your presence.. I miss the sparkles in your eyes when I discover something new. I wish to see those again. Keep shining brightly for me, okay? Merriest of Christmas, my love.”
Amber
With Jean
“Amber? Are you still patrolling?”
“Acting Grandmaster Jean! Yep! I was about to head outside to patrol the area-!”
“You’ve been working very hard. I praise that trait though please don’t overwork yourself.”
“Hehe~ don’t worry, acting grandmaster Jean! I’m doing okay!”
“Well then, have you already wish?”
“Wish..? Ah! I forgot!”
“*chuckles* Of course. Better make that wish now before the stars vanish.”
“Okay! Thanks for reminding me, acting grandmaster Jean!”
“My pleasure, Amber.”
“Wishing Stars. I hope it isn’t too late to make a wish now-! I kinda forgot, so sorry.. hehe. Anyway, this is for my partner! How are you out there? Actually, where exactly are you? I kinda forgot where you went.. hehe, sorry. Make sure to eat plenty of food, okay? It’s important to eat 3 times a day to maintain a healthy body-! Also, you shouldn’t mind your weight! As long as you’re healthy, it doesn’t matter if you weigh alot! I’ll still love you no matter what! Merry Christmas, [Y/N]! Come visit me again!”
Barbara
With Noelle
“Oh? You’re still awake, Barbara?”
“Hm? Oh, Noelle! Good evening! Hehe, yeah. I was thinking of what wish I should make.”
“Ah. The legend of the Wishing Stars. I’m surprise that you believe in that sort of things.”
“Well.. it isn’t bad to dream, right?”
“I suppose. If I may, why not wish about your s/o?”
“[Y/N]..? Hm.. actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea-! Thanks so much, Noelle! You’re truly a good friend!”
“Hehe.. I’m just glad that I’m a help to you, Barbara.”
“O Wishing Stars, hear my wish. This is for my beloved [Y/N], of whom I wish to see again. Please let them be unharm. I wish I could accompany them in their journey but I have my role here as well. So I wish them the best in their travels. Please come visit though, I wish to see your face again, [Y/N]. And I wish to heal all the wounds that was cast upon you. Though I cannot heal the scars, you shouldn’t be afraid to show them. For they tell a tale of an adventure you went through. Come back in one piece okay? Merry Christmas, my beloved. Sweet dreams.”
Beidou
With Ningguang
“.. huh? Oh, what a surprise seeing you here, Ningguang.”
“I suppose it is quite a surprise, seeing as we coincidentally bump into each other in a hill. Tell me, what business do you have here?”
“I could say the same with you. It isn’t everyday you bump into a Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, in a secluded place like a hill no less.”
“I believe it’s the same reason as yours, peace and quiet.”
“Ah, same. Though, there’s another reason why I’m here.”
“Oh? And what is that?”
“To see the stars. Have you heard about the legend of the Wishing Stars?”
“Ah, I’ve heard about it but never really took an interest on them.”
“Well, the simplest explanation is that when you wish upon a star, it’ll come true or be sent to that person.”
“Interesting. It is quite interesting what a human mind can come up with.”
“Hm.. myth or not, I was thinking of doing one anyway.”
“Go ahead. Don’t mind my presence.”
“Kinda hard when you’re the Tianquan..”
“Do you wish to make me leave then?”
“Nah, you can stay.”
“Alright.”
“I have no idea on how to do this but- o wishing star, hear my wish..? Can you send this wish to my second mate? I wish you were here, to celebrate the holidays with me and the crew. It’ll be a blast if you were here.. Though I understand that you can’t be here because of your personal reasons. Though it would be nice to see you again.. I hope that wherever you are, they are treating you well. Your health comes first, okay? Stop thinking of others for a change.. though that’ll be impossible knowing you.. just keep smiling, okay? Your smile is a treasure afterall, a treasure that I selfishly want to keep. Merry Christmas, my second mate. May we cross the seas together again.”
Bennett
With Barbara
“Oh, it’s you again, Bennett. Are you injured again?”
“Hey Barbara! Nope, not today!”
“Thank goodness. I see that lady luck decided to give you a break atleast.. anyways, if you’re not injured, why’re you here then?”
“Ah, I came to ask you on how to send a letter or something to [Y/N]! I don’t know what to get them, and I don’t have a clue on where they are either-! Besides, it’s almost Christmas..”
“Hm.. I’m not sure if this is true but why not give her a wish from the stars?”
“Wish? From the stars?”
“You know.. the legend of the Wishing Stars.”
“oh.. Oh.. OH! I see! That’s brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that?! Thanks Barbara! I owe you yet again!”
“*chuckles* I’m happy to help you whenever, Bennett. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas too, Barbara!”
“Wishing stars, can you please send this to [Y/N]? I know I haven’t gotten anything for you this year, but next year, I’m gonna make it up to you! I’ll give you the best gift ever! Hope you’re doing well! Fischl is doing great, along with the people in the Adventurer’s Guild. Oh, and guess what? I didn’t get hurt today! I guess lady luck decided to give me a break.. hehe.. you know.. it isn’t the same without you. But take your time! You don’t need to come back immediately! I’ll wait for you! Even if it takes years for you to come back, I’ll wait! So please, come back okay? Me and the Benny’s Adventure’s Team will be waiting for you! Eat healthy and smile more! Merry Christmas! Love ya!”
Childe
With Teucer
“What are you thinking of, brother?”
“! Teucer! You know it’s rude to sneak up on people-!”
“Actually, I’ve been calling you for the past minute. You just haven’t responded to any of them.”
“.. really?”
“Really really.”
“Well, now that you have my attention, what do you need?”
“Mommy is asking when we will meet your s/o.”
“Eh? They want to meet [Y/N]?”
“Yep! Their curious on who they are after you mentioning them a dozen times in the letters you sent for them!”
“.. I guess I’ve been mentioning them a bit too much.”
“So, when? When?”
“Well, not anytime soon I’m afraid.”
“Aww.. what gives?”
“Their on a journey afterall. When they get back, I promise I’ll let them meet [Y/N].”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Okay..”
“Goodnight, Teucer. It’s almost your bedtime.”
“Goodnight, brother..”
“Stars above, would you listen to my wish, I wonder? Will [Y/N] even receive this? Oh well, couldn’t hurt to try. How’ve you been? Hope you’re still alive. Actually, I’m pretty sure you’re still alive. You’re strong afterall. Anyways, my family wants to meet you. You’ve already met Teucer which made the rest of my family jealous because, for some reason, they also want to meet you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to meet you? You’re amazing in every way, [Y/N]. When you return, I’m gonna ambush you and kidnap you to meet my family. That sounds like fun actually.. hm.. might as well do that. Also, you better be getting some sleep. I don’t want to see any bags under your eyes. Hahaha.. Merry Christmas, [Y/N]. May the Tsaritsa protect you from harm.”
Chongyun
With Xingqiu
“.. oh, it’s you.”
“Eh? Aren’t you atleast excited to see me?”
“Not really..”
“Boo.. and here I consider you a close friend-!”
“Well.. you are certainly a friend. But are we really that close?”
“That’s cold coming from you, Chongyun.”
“.. did you just made a pun?”
“Yes. And I have no regrets.”
“*sigh* why are you here?”
“I came here to inform you about something I found!”
“If its a prank, then leave me out of it.”
“It’s got something to do with your s/o~!”
“..”
“I got your interest, didn’t I?”
“*sigh* on with it.”
“So, one of the books I’ve read contained a legend called the legend of the Wishing Stars.”
“The legend of the Wishing Stars? Sounds like a fantasy that someone came up with during story time.”
“Well, anyways. It says, if you wish upon a star during the night, your wish, or prayer, would be heard.”
“And how is this related to [Y/N]?”
“Well, since [Y/N] is out and about, why not make a wish for their safety?”
“But how would we know if that’s true?”
“Couldn’t hurt to try now, would it?”
“.. how would I know this isn’t one of your pranks?”
“I promise it isn’t! Most people know of it actually-! Even the traveller!”
“Traveller? Oh.. I guess it can’t hurt to try it out.”
“Hmhmm! I gotta go now though. Afterall, I just escape from home. See ya!”
“And off he goes. *sigh* he really does do what he pleases.”
“Xingqiu didn’t actually tell me how to do this so I’m gonna guess instead. Stars in the sky, is it true that you’ll grant my wish? Well, it’s not like you can answer so I’m just gonna guess that’s a yes. How are you, my snowflake? I presume that you have a safe journey in wherever you are. If you ever feel peckish, just eat some ice cream, it always works. Nothing exciting is happening right now. Xingqiu and Xinyan are their usual annoying selves, and Xiangling tried to feed me a new recipe she made. Say, when are you coming back? Where exactly are you? Maybe I can follow, wherever you are. But my duty as a exorcists lies here. I hope that pendant I gave you serves its uses to repel any ghosts that dare to haunt you. Oh, it’s almost Christmas. Merry Christmas, snowflake. I hope that next year, you would be here with me instead of somewhere else. Until we meet again.”
Diluc Ragnvindr
With Kaeya
“And what exactly are you doing here?”
“Is that a way to talk to a regular customer here?”
“Shouldn’t you have duties to fulfill, Cavalry Captain Kaeya?”
“Oh? We’re using our titles now, master Diluc?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“*laughs* alright alright. I surrender.”
“Are you really here for the wine? Or are you here to annoy me as usual?”
“Well, I will admit that I initially came here for the wine but I brought a present for you, for Christmas.”
“I hope it isn’t another vase.”
“*laughs* of course it isn’t. Do you know the legend of the Wishing Stars?”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“So..”
“So?”
“Aren’t you going to make one?”
“Why would I participate in a childish myth?”
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try now.. especially to your beloved s/o.”
“.. you’re just trying to provoke me.”
“And it’s working~”
“Hrm..”
“C’mon~ don’t you want the best for [Y/N]?”
“What’s your end goal?”
“.. pardon?”
“What will you gain in the end if I do make a wish? Don’t tell me you’re doing this out of the ‘goodness’ of your heart.”
“... hm.. I still wonder that.”
“You’re just playing around with me, aren’t you?”
“Look, we all want the best for [Y/N]. If you want to do it, then do it. If you don’t want to do it, then don’t. I just came to inform you about that silly legend.”
“.. do you even believe in that?”
“Who knows?”
“..”
“I gotta go now. Merry Christmas, sir Diluc.”
“...”
“I can’t believe that I’m participating in a silly legend but, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try. Wishing stars, shining brilliantly in the night sky, would you hear my wish? I wish the best for [Y/N]. I wish they are faring well and that they aren’t having any problems with enemies like Hilichurls or Treasure Hoarders in wherever land they are in. But, won’t you guide them back to me? I admit that I miss them dearly and I worry about them constantly. I miss everything about them, their smile, their laughter, their eyes, their hair, their warmth, everything. I want to hold them in my arms again and kiss them. When I meet them, I’ll remind them of my love again. Hopefully, next year, they would stay by my side in the winter season. This is a wish I hold dearly. May Barbatos.. or that bard.. keep you safe. Merry Christmas, my love. I’ll be waiting for you here.”
Diona
With Mona
“.. who are you?”
“Me?! Why, I’m Mona! The famous Astrologer of Teyvat! I have mastered and know astrology more than anyone in Teyvat!”
“Yeah.. and I’m a dog.”
“I- You don’t believe me?!”
“Nope.”
“Urgh-! And who are you?”
“Hmph. I’m Diona. One of the bartenders in Cat’s Tail.”
“... how are you working when you look so young though?”
“It was honestly just a joke at first but big sister Margaret decided to hire me for real.”
“.. ah, I see.”
“So, why are you here?”
“Well, this is the best view of the stars of all of Teyvat.”
“Ah, I guess so..”
“Say, do you know of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”
“My dad used to tell me stories about that.”
“Well, I supposed it could be use as a bed time story.”
“Wait, it isn’t just a myth?”
“Who knows? There’s no proof of its existence but some people swear they could hear the person’s voice in their head. It’s still unclear on how this things happen, but that’s what makes it wonderful, don’t you think? So many mysteries yet so little answers..”
“.. I don’t think like that.”
“Really?”
“Hmhm.. All I wanted to do is to make a wine so disgusting that nobody would want to drink it. I don’t really see anything else besides that.”
“Ah.. I see.”
“Say, if I make a wish right now, would they receive it?”
“Well, it’s not certain but it wouldn’t hurt to try. Afterall, we humans just keep trying, never giving up. That’s one beautiful thing in humanity.”
“...”
“Why don’t you make a wish right now?”
“Hrm.. okay.”
“Just put your hands in a prayer position and close your eyes and wish in your mind.”
“O shining, wishing stars. I’ve only heard about you through dad and this random lady. But would you hear me out? I just want to know if my friend is okay. Their name is [Y/N]. I wanted to know if their safe and alive. It’s only been a few days, but I’m already missing them. They better be alright or else they’ll be in trouble when they get back! I want them back so that I can finally achieve the dream of ruining the wine industry! Hehe.. I hope they aren’t overexerting themselves out there, I know what their like and I’m honestly worried. Please bring them back to me in one piece. I still have to teach them the bow-! I want to give them the present I have for them. I made it myself, a bracelet! Dad help me make it! Merry Christmas, [Y/N]! Come back and be my partner in crime again!”
Fischl
With Bennett
“Hey! Fischl!”
“Hm? Ah, why isn’t it Bennett from the Benny’s Adventure Team. To what I owe a pleasure to?”
“I was just wondering if you’ll be going to the party that the Adventurer’s Guild is hosting. So, are you going?”
“Hm. If one has time, then perhaps. Not everyone has free time afterall.”
“Ehh? You’re still busy? Shouldn’t you relax for a bit? Whenever I talk to you, you always seem busy.”
“It is, afterall, a Prinzessin der Verurteilung noble duty.”
“Ah.. I suppose.”
“Is there anything else you would like to say before we part ways?”
“Oh yeah! Do you know of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”
“I am aware of it but how does this have any interest in our current predicament?”
“.. uh..”
“What mein Fraülein is saying is, how did this legend became an interest to you?”
“Ah! Well, it’s becoming popular among the people around this time of year. Maybe you can make a wish for.. [Y/N]?”
“.. perhaps.. we’ll try to find some spare time later on to do the wish.”
“Alright! Well, I gotta go. See ya later, Fischl, Oz!”
“Farewell, young lad.”
“Farewell..”
“Are you, perhaps, planning on making a wish right now, mein Fraülein?”
“There is no impending dangers around us, correct? Then perhaps, I can spare some time right now to get it off my mind.”
“Whatever you wish to do is what I’ll abide to, mein Fraülein.”
“O great, shining Wishing Stars, hear thy wish, one that is coming from heart. One wonders how the other fares? Have the Gods and Goddesses gifted them protection in wherever they are? Because making the Prinzessin der verurteilung worry like this is unheard of. Still, I would be utmost be grateful to find any sign of them still active. I, Fischl, Prinzessin der verurteilung, want them to return immediately in whatever journey they are in. Though I would still understand if they need more time to search for what they need to search. I.. honestly miss them and their warmth. I want them to hold me again, to reassure me that I don’t need to be perfect always. Ah-! I broke off of character! My apologies-! Anyways, since it is the season of winter festivities, I wish them a merriest of Christmas. May next year come and let us celebrate it together as one. I’m forever in love with you, please come back to me in one piece.”
#i havent finished this actually- 😃#but im too lazy to them rn-#i actually had fun writing this-#even tho its quite stressful lmao-#genshin impact#character interactions-#genshin impact x reader#aether#aether x reader#albedo#albedo x reader#amber#amber x reader#barbara#barbara x reader#beidou#beidou x reader#bennett#bennett x reader#childe#childe x reader#chongyun#chongyun x reader#diluc#diluc x reader#diona#diona x reader#fischl#fischl x reader
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Gold in the Summertime
Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/Reader
Word Count: 2,545
Warnings: Panic attacks, mentions of injury, stitches, and needles, but it’s mostly just that sweet sweet hurt/comfort
Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell
Very few good things ever happen at three AM in the Urgent Care. Let’s make a short list of things that will definitely not fall under the category of ‘good.’ 1) Having a patient who has apparently injured himself but refuses to tell you how. 2) Said patient hyperventilating and panicking until he actually breaks something because you tried to give him a tetanus shot. 3) The same patient’s three best friends yelling at you. 4) Singing to still the same patient to calm him down so you can stick him with a tiny needle so he won’t possibly die of tetanus.
A/N: The song that inspired this fic is actually a favorite of mine called ‘Gold in the Summertime’ by Matt Nathanson. Not required to read the fic, but it’s a cute song.
“Hey.”
“Oh hell no,” you said, turning to see your fellow night shift nurse, Tori, standing in the door of the break room. “No, I am not dealing with whatever drunken fool walked into that waiting room. It is three in the morning and I do not feel like screwing around right now.”
Tori raised an eyebrow. “Done?”
“Done,” you said, standing and preparing for the inevitable. “Who’s the patient?”
Tori handed you a file. You opened it, quickly scanning the information. F. Morales, forty two years old, in decent health, up to date with all his immunizations, served in the military, and was currently in the Urgent Care for a laceration on his left shoulder.
“How bad is it?” You asked, closing the file and following Tori to the waiting room.
“Eh,” she said with a shrug. “He isn’t gushing blood, so it’s not ER worthy. Probably just needs some stitches and a tetanus shot, depending on what got him.”
You blinked. “He didn’t say?”
Tori grinned. “Nope. Have fun.”
Groaning to yourself, you opened the waiting room door. “Morales?”
A man stood up, clearly the injured one in his group of friends due to the wad of cloth he was pressing to his left shoulder. “Yes?”
“Follow me,” you said, tucking the file beneath your arm. “So, what happened?”
The man grimaced. “Uh, I busted my shoulder.”
“How?”
The man was silent as you pushed open an exam room door and gestured him inside. “Well?”
“Well what?”
You sighed. “How’d you cut yourself?” You asked again, watching the man hop up on the exam table. You walked around to his back and slowly cut away the patch of his shirt that covered his shoulder. “And while you’re at it, you got a first name I could use, Mr. Morales?”
“Please just call me Frankie, most people do.”
“Most people?”
Frankie shifted as you examined the harsh tear in the skin. “My friends, those assholes outside, call me Catfish.”
You chuckled. “Military nickname?”
“Yeah.” Frankie winced as you pressed a finger against the wound.
A beat of silence, and then you had another question. “Is Frankie your legal name?”
“No, why?”
You smiled. “We need a legal name for the records.”
Frankie shrugged his uninjured right shoulder as you continued to evaluate the messy scrape on his left. “It’s Francisco. And that shit hurts.”
“Sorry,” you said, stepping back. “It needs a few stitches,” you decided. “But it isn’t horribly urgent so I’m gonna go grill your buddies outside to see if they’ll give me more answers about what happened.”
Frankie nodded, watching you leave.
“Would the party that escorted one Francisco Morales please follow me?” You asked, pushing open the waiting room door.
Three men stood up, and you led them down the hall a ways, so your conversation would be private. “Alright. Spill. He won’t tell me what happened.”
The man on the left snorted. “Unsurprising,” he said. “Fish is like a damn lockbox.”
“Benny,” the man in the middle hissed, nudging the man on the left. “Santi, you wanna take this? You saw it best.”
“Excuse you!” Benny objected. “I was there too!”
“You’re drunk.”
The man on the right, Santi, sighed. “Frankie got into a fight outside the bar we were at tonight. Some guy made a horrible comment about how women belong in the kitchen, I dunno, I didn’t hear that bit too well. But Frankie managed to win the fight with minimal injuries, right up until the guy’s equally shitty friend clipped his shoulder with a ripped in half beer can.”
You nodded, jotting notes down on Frankie’s file. “So what I’m hearing is that he was cut with a piece of likely filthy metal?”
“Yep.”
“Perfect,” You grumbled sarcastically. “You boys can head back to the waiting room. I’ll send him out when I’m done.”
The boys left, and you swung by the supply closet to grab a suture kit before heading back into Frankie’s exam room. “Still bleeding?”
Frankie looked up. “Yeah.” He had taken his hat off, fidgeting with the worn out brim. “Hurts.”
“I’ll bet,” you said, coming up behind him and gently taking his hand off the wound. “Gonna pop some stitches in, disinfect the hell out of this, then get your height, weight, the like, and send you off with a tetanus shot just for good measure. That old beer can probably doesn’t have any kind of illness, but we have to be sure.”
Frankie was silent, which wasn’t a good thing. You disinfected the wound, which sent him into a tailspin of hissed curses in your general direction, and before he realized what was happening, you were halfway done with the stitches.
“And that’s the last one,” you said, tying off the last stitch. “The stitches dissolve after a while, so you shouldn’t have to worry about coming back to get them removed. But do take care to change the bandages twice a day, and do not use this arm. I don’t care what you have to do, please do not rip these stitches.”
Frankie chuckled. “Yes doctor.”
Finishing up the bandage, you grinned at Frankie’s current shirt situation. “Do you want me to grab you a new shirt? I kinda ruined yours.”
“You did your job,” Frankie pointed out. “But yes, that would be nice.”
You ducked out of the room and grabbed a spare shirt from the nurse’s lost and found. “No one’s claimed this thing for almost eight months. I think the guy who owned it quit,” you said, handing Frankie the old Jack Daniels whiskey shirt. You watched him struggle to put it on, helping him a bit as the shirt got caught on his shoulder.
“Okay, follow me,” you said once Frankie was wearing a shirt again. He followed, just as asked, and you took his height and weight, texting both figures to Tori so she could prep a tetanus shot for you. In the meantime, you kept Frankie occupied, asking him questions about military things in the exam room.
“What’d you do in the military?”
“I was a pilot.”
“Planes?”
“Helos.”
“Fun. I’ve never been in a helicopter before. Those friends outside, are they?”
“Military friends? Yeah, mostly. I knew Santiago before all that though.”
A knock at the door interrupted your bonding session. Tori opened the door, holding a tray with the tetanus shot and a band-aid. “Sorry. Those shitty kids band-aids were all I could find.”
You shrugged. “Nah, it’s fine. I’m sure Mr. Morales won’t object to a Paw Patrol band-aid.”
However, as you turned back to Frankie, you realized he’d gone white as a sheet. “Frankie?”
Frankie shied away from you, despite you not moving. “Don’t,” he said, voice choked. “Please.”
Your heart squeezed at the desperation in his voice. He was very plainly terrified. “Frankie,” you repeated calmly, holding both hands up so he knew you were unarmed. “Hey, deep breaths.”
Frankie took a stuttering breath, and you sent a silent prayer out that he wouldn’t have a panic attack here. You sat next to him, keeping a few feet of space between you and him. “Do you want me to go get the boys?”
Frankie shook his head, eyes wide. You tried to think. Distracting him would do no good. You’d tried that before with other people, and with patients who were this panicky, a distraction made it worse. Trying to sneak up on him was somehow an even worse idea. With his background, he was likely to know when someone was trying to surprise him, and he could definitely defend himself. The only thing you could think of was calming him down and then sticking him as fast as you could.
It took a few minutes, but Frankie’s breathing returned to normal, and his muscles relaxed somewhat. You didn’t move, simply sitting there beside him and establishing yourself as a calm figure despite your reeling mind. “Frankie?”
He looked up at you, not saying a word.
“Are you ready to try?” You asked. “I have to give you the shot. I don’t want you to get sick, okay? Tetanus is a killer, and I don’t wanna see you dying in a hospital bed until you’re at least eighty, okay?”
A slow nod. You stood, making your movements obvious as you put on new gloves and opened an alcohol wipe.
“C’mere,” you said, gesturing Frankie closer. He scooted towards you, and you met him halfway. “This is cold, just a warning.”
You rolled up Frankie’s shirt sleeve, exposing his left shoulder. He shivered as you ran the alcohol wipe across his skin, and kept his eyes anywhere but on you as you uncapped the tiny syringe. “Frankie?”
Frankie whined, his breathing picking up again as his body barreled towards full panic mode.
“Frankie!” You recapped the syringe and set it aside, turning your full attention to Frankie. He jumped away from you, eyes wide once more. You stood back as he curled in on himself, breathing quickening too fast. He was hyperventilating. “Frankie! Listen to me! You’re not-“
You cut yourself off as the loud, ragged breaths began to turn into animalistic screams, Frankie losing his balance and falling off the exam table and crashing into the sink before hitting the floor. The thud his body made scared you, but not as much as his current panicked state.
“Tori!” You yelled, opening the door and yelling for your coworker. “Tori!”
Unfortunately, it was not Tori who came to your rescue. It was Frankie’s three friends, all of whom looked incredibly concerned. Tori was behind them, shouting that they couldn’t be back here. Santiago simply pushed past you and immediately rushed to Frankie’s side, the other two joining him as he attempted to console Frankie.
You, knowing your help wouldn’t be needed, tried to step away, but Santiago turned to call you back. “Come here!”
Sighing, you hesitantly entered the exam room. “What do you need from me?”
“What did you do to him?” Benny asked, clearly the most worried. “He hasn’t had an attack this bad in years!”
“I just tried to give him a tetanus shot!” You defended.
Santiago and the other man had gotten Frankie situated back on the exam table, sitting on his sides and keeping him upright as Benny rushed in and took his hands. “Fish? You with us buddy?”
Frankie, who had thankfully stopped screaming, whined. Benny smiled, squeezing his hands. “There’s our Fish. Hey, hey, no, look at me,” he directed as Frankie’s eyes drifted to you in the corner and his breath hitched.
Frankie’s head slumped against Santiago’s shoulder. He hummed uncomfortably, face scrunching as he shifted, trying to get comfortable.
“His shoulder,” you guessed softly. “Someone’s touching it.”
The man on Frankie’s right looked at his back. “Shit. Sorry Fish.”
Frankie sighed in relief and turned into pudding against Santiago’s shoulder. Benny still held his hands, humming softly. The other man, whose name you still didn’t know, stood and pulled you aside. “Hey. Did he tell you?”
“That he was trypanophobic?” You said, sliding your hands in your pockets. “No. But I figured it out pretty quickly when he went white as hell as soon as he saw the syringe. No one has a reaction this severe unless they have a phobia.”
The man nodded. “Yeah. Benny was right. Fish is kinda stubborn about these things. He hasn’t had an anxiety attack in years though. Sorry Benny gave you shit about triggering one. I know it wasn’t really your fault.”
“It was,” you mumbled, eyeing Frankie over the man’s shoulder. “It just wasn’t my intention.”
“Yeah.” The man looked back at Frankie. “Is the tetanus shot necessary?”
You nodded. “Unfortunately, yes.”
Santiago looked at you. “How good are you at singing?”
“I’m sorry?”
“It keeps him calm,” Santiago explained. “He used to sing to the helos whenever there was bad turbulence. Kept him level. We’d do it while you give him the shot, but none of us can sing.”
Frankie made a small, strangled noise, and you almost freaked out until Benny smiled and you realized Frankie was trying to laugh.
Smiling, you grabbed the syringe, a new alcohol wipe, and the band-aid. Santiago moved so he was sitting mostly behind Frankie, still supporting him. The other man, who you faintly heard Benny call Will, sat back on Frankie’s right. Benny took Frankie’s hands and stood to the side a bit so you would have room to work.
“Oh, let’s keep this going, I wanna go all in,” you sang softly, repeating some cute and catchy song Tori insisted on playing whenever she could. “We’ll never be lonely in the dark.” As you sang, you opened the alcohol wipe and cleaned a patch of Frankie’s shoulder.
“Rooftop in soho, Prince on the radio,” you kept going, uncapping the syringe and taking Frankie’s arm. “The city streets glow, gold in the summertime.” You quickly, between words, stuck Frankie and pressed down on the plunger. He whined, shying from the pain, but you just pressed the band-aid over the tiny puncture mark and kept singing. “Summertime, summertime, summertime, I gotta get that feeling.”
Gently taking Benny’s place, you stripped your gloves off and put your hands overtop Frankie’s. “You did good, Frankie,” you said. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here so the boys can take you home.”
Frankie wobbled to his feet, still nonverbal and a bit unsteady. You ended up needing a break in the waiting room, which was still empty. Giving Santiago a bottle of water for Frankie, you sat next to Frankie while the boys started the car.
You absently hummed the song from earlier, mostly to fill the stifling silence. As you reached the part you’d sung for Frankie, you noticed, with a small jolt, that he was humming along with you.
“You like the song?” You guessed, and Frankie nodded.
“Here.” You pulled a pen from your coat pocket and took his hand. “Give the whole thing a listen,” you said, scrawling down the name and artist of the song on Frankie’s hand. “And then call me,” you finished, adding your phone number below the writing.
Frankie smiled. “Meet cute,” he rasped, voice practically destroyed.
You laughed. “This is more of a meet ugly, but sure.”
Santiago came back, helping Frankie to his feet.
“See you again?” Frankie asked, voice still pretty shot.
“Hopefully not,” you said, holding the door open for Santiago. “At least, not here.”
Just like that, Frankie was gone.
That sunrise, as you settled into bed, you got a text from an unknown number.
Unknown Number: Song was super cute. Definitely adding it to my exercise playlist
You: Is this Mr. Morales?
Unknown Number: Just Frankie
Unknown Number was saved as Just Frankie
You: Okay Just Frankie. How’s your shoulder
Just Frankie: Hurts like a bitch, but I’ve had worse.
You: I’ll bet.
Just Frankie: Hey, wanted to ask you something
You: shoot
Just Frankie: do you always work nights?
You: not always, but mostly.
Just Frankie: cool. You free tomorrow at noon? I found this cool lunch place that has the best burgers ever
You: ever? I’ll have to see about that
Just Frankie: it’s a date then
You: It’s a date
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