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Jenő Gyárfás - The ressurrection of the daughter of Jairus, ca. 1880.
#Jenő Gyárfás#The ressurrection of the daughter of Jairus#ressurrection#Jairus' daughter#dead#death#death bed
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You know Jesus Christ, what do you think happened?
Every morning we had the same routine (barring any meltdowns). My son would shout me when he woke up – usually between 6.30am and 7am. If he hadn’t shouted by 6.45am my alarm went off and I would lay in bed for 5 minutes waking myself up. Once my son had shouted I would go into his bedroom and lay in bed with him for 5 minutes or so while he chatted to me. Often there were times when he would…
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Miracle Fire Story Of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, Miracle Of Holy Fire Verses And Explanation, Visual Proof Of Holy Fire That Does Not Burn
Easter 2024 in the Holy Land: a holiday marked by Palestinian Christian sorrow
Traditionally, Palestinian families and friends exchange visits, offering coffee, tea and a cookie stuffed with dates called “maamoul,” which is made only at Easter. A favorite tradition, especially for children, is taking a colorfully dyed hard-boiled egg in one hand and cracking it against an egg held by a friend.…
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#baptize#Bible#Christian#consuming fire#faith#fire#fire that does not burn#holiness#holy#holy fire#Holy Land#holy light#holy spirit#inner light#Jesus Christ#Miracle#Palestine#ressurrection#spirit of truth#tongues of fire#verses
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Eterna - Ressurrection
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if you like florence + the machine and also kristen applebees and figueroth faeth. may i offer you cassandra
#fantasy high junior year#dimension 20 fanart#dimension 20 fantasy high#kristen applebees#fig faeth#craftie art#guys i. don't know what our fandom tag is to be honest. there's too many???#i should've put a mic in her hands.#i dunno there's something so fun and very teenager behavior for multiple girls in your friend group to ressurrect their own bespoke gods <3#later addition: i think cassandra is a very kristen song but figs would be more war pigs.#she just hadnt found that form of prayer yet
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Vashwood comic: SUNRISE
Happened somewhere between episode 4 and 5. We’re catching feelings around here ~
I gain and lost years of my lifespan drawing this comic but damn I’m really proud of it ! I can’t wait for season 2, Trigun stampede crashed into my life and made me fall in love with its characters instantly ToT I have plenty of ideas for future comics, I hope i’ll have the time to draw them soon !
#flustered vash gives me so much serotonin#burrito d wolwood died and ressurrected with one boop on his nose#wolfwood profile's is a blessing to draw#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#meryl stryfe#roberto de niro#trigun#trigun stampede#a's art
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Please More bean eclipse au but… it’s sun babying Eclipse! Because he gets over his trauma via babying Eclipse right?
Also the baby carrier is funny 😄
Absolutely love that Sun gets over his trauma by babying the younger brother. In a sense its what they both need.
To you and the anon who wanted something nice for Sun and Bean Eclipse interacting. Eclipse is far more comfortable being carried or held by Sun vs Moon actually. (altho like... in terms of who he'd rather be held by. Its KC, then Earth then Sun (Lunar is a contender only Sometimes). Never Monty. Moon is never perferred on this list but always over Monty.) Also just kinda... BY HEIGHT PREFERENCE LOL
Also Bonus!
Bloodmoon's arrival means i finally get to explore Bloodmoon and Sun bonding (This man jsut has trauma between these two where we settle it by Family Time because its obvious its needed and Sun admits this.)
Also Bloodmoon being a bully and trying to steal attention and mess with Eclipse.
#Anyway i keep having to remind yall they just tiny. they still how they are just Beaned#Eclipse finally getting issues dealt with to a degree and bloodmoon im gonna hold at gunpoint#u are getting some therapy and proper kc interaction AND SUN THEY DROPPED ONCE AND NEVER WENT BACK ON#'lets make these guys have like that SLIVER of possible redemption and sun doing something about it and never do it'#bloodmoon torments sun sometimes but once bloodmoon discovers eclipse gets annoyed how quickly most took to bloodmoon on his 'ressurrection#(which i HAVE to think about btw. we could go OG bloodmoon route. OR or. ruin is around and made bean bloodmoon to infiltrate)#(however uh. it doesnt work via bloodmoon just straight up forgetting hes suppose to cause problem not be adopted)#but we'll get there when we get there#bean eclipse au#myart
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How dare you?!
Synopsis: years after Tav's death, Astarion manages to become mortal again. But sometimes good things happen too late.
It was definetely inspired by this quote from "The Last Unicorn"
"I am here now," she said at last.
Molly laughed with her lips flat. "And what good is it to me that you're here now? Where where you twenty years ago, ten years ago? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?" With a flap of her hand she summed herself up: barren face, desert eyes, and yellowing heart. "I wish you had never come. Why did you come now?" The tears began to slide down the sides of her nose.
Tags: angst
Since Tav is already dead, I decided to make them gender neutral (hope I didn't mess up the grammar). Astarion mentions them (of course) all the time.
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Drinking other people's blood feels like an utter betrayal.
The outlaw lunges at Astarion, a glinting knife in hand. The vampire responds with a sinister grin, savoring how terror swiftly supplants the bandit's initial rage.
"Vampire! Kill him, you idiots!"
But the bandit's final words dissolve into a chilling shriek as Astarion plunges his fangs into the man's throat, drawing a deep draught of human blood. It's a flavor reminiscent of cheap alcohol, perhaps a testament to the bandit's fondness for rum. The pungent odor and the taste of his sweat turn Astarion's stomach.
However, as the blood courses through the vampire's veins, its transformative power takes hold. The hunger begins to recede, replaced by a surge of strength. His senses sharpen, and Astarion can practically savor the impending wave of fear from the group of thugs at the cave entrance.
"Please," the man stammers weakly, his voice trembling and feeble with each passing moment, "Don't kill me —"
Astarion releases the wounded thug, and the man collapses to the cave floor. The vampire lowers himself in front of the man, idly toying with a dagger, his tongue touching the tips of the fangs.
"Tell your henchmen to flee," he purred. "Run, and don't ever dare to glance back."
Astarion straightens his posture and gazes toward the two thugs.
Dumb idiots, he thinks. They could quickly kill him. But they are so afraid of the undead creature they won't dare.
Astarion wipes his mouth as the wounded outlaw staggers away in retreat. Deep down, Astarion wants to vomit. He thinks he should return to sating the thirst with animal blood—bears, wolves, boars—anything but sentient beings.
He can't drink blood, which doesn't belong to Tav. Tav allowed him to feed on them for years. Whose blood tasted like heaven, whose touches were so sweet and caring. Years after they are gone, Astarion can still feel their gentle caress.
And the coldness of their body when life left it.
He cried, he begged, he cursed. It couldn't have been so soon, not like that. They were supposed to live at least a few decades more together. Astarion remembers the nights on the grave when he contemplated if he should stay there till sunrise and turn into ashes.
He didn't stay because he promised to keep living.
Living, he chuckles. It's not life. He is undead. He died many years ago at the age of thirty-nine. His heart doesn't beat. His skin is cold and pale. His eyes are red, and all the food tastes like paper and vinegar.
Tav believed there was a cure for vampirism. They thought Astarion's dead heart could beat again. Astarion didn't care. He was happy with his lover by his side. Living with them, sleeping, cuddling, having sex, drinking their blood. Talking, holding hands, reading books, helping people, fighting monsters. Astarion never cared what to do – if it involved Tav, he didn't need to be asked twice. He didn't need to be asked, but they never crossed boundaries, always making sure he was all right with their plans.
Can I kiss you? Can I hug you? Can I touch your pointy ears? Do you want to go and help these people? Can I help you with your wounds? What do you mean, "no"? Listen, I am not looking at you bleeding and suffering – sit!
Their voice is so real as they were still there, with him. He hates concentrating on these memories because he hears the sound of a broken spine when he does. And sees the loving eyes gliding over his face.
Astarion will never forget the moment when Tav's heart stopped beating.
Astarion's crimson eyes dart around, attempting to focus on the present moment, a challenge for a creature like him. He's aware that making friends or seeking a new lover is a distant dream, a notion that feels like blasphemy. There's no home, no sanctuary, only a nomadic existence along the nocturnal roads, finding refuge in caves and abandoned houses to evade the relentless sunlight.
As he ventures deeper into the cave, he stumbles upon the object of his quest—a chained older man in a wizard's robe.
"And who in hells are you?" the man inquires.
"I've been hired to save you from the thugs, and I expect a generous reward for my troubles," Astarion grins as he unlocks the handcuffs.
The wizard, now unshackled, examines Astarion curiously. "Are you a vampire? Gods, it's very unusual for your kind to play a hero."
"I am," Astarion responds. "And I don't."
The wizard muses, "I recognize good people when I see them. Good elf vampires, I suppose, in your case. Quite peculiar. How long have you been like this?"
Astarion shrugs. "A few centuries. Hurry up, old man. It's sunrise soon."
The wizard chuckles. "Old man? I'm only sixty, my friend. Let's make haste; my home isn't far from here."
"May I ask you some questions?" he inquires. "I've never had the opportunity to converse with someone of your kind."
"I'll answer if I find the questions agreeable," Astarion replies
Their conversation flows easily, delving into topics like feeding the transformation into vampirism. Engaging with a sentient being who listens is refreshing, and Astarion relishes the opportunity to share his experiences.
"You remind me of my friend, Gale of Waterdeep," Astarion finally says, looking at the horizon getting pink.
"You did know Gale of Waterdeep?"
Astarion nods. "I wonder where he is right now."
"He died twenty years ago, Astarion. Lived a very long life for a human," the wizard replies, his words sending a shiver down Astarion's spine. Another person he knows is gone. It's been so many years that he's lost count.
The two continue the journey in silence, eventually arriving at the wizard's house. The wizard ushers him inside.
"What are you waiting for? It's almost sunrise," he remarks.
Astarion hesitates for a moment. "I can't enter unless you invite me."
The wizard chuckles. "Oh, of course, I forgot. Come in. You are very welcome to stay until dark. Wait for me here. I will return soon."
Astarion steps over the threshold and watches as the first rays of sunlight wash over the fields and the surrounding forest, feeling a strange mix of longing and melancholy as he observes the world he can never fully embrace.
When Tav was alive, he often urged them to venture outside on such mornings. They would stand there, basking in the warm embrace of sunlight. Astarion couldn't tear his gaze away from Tav. After a few minutes, his lover would return inside, and Astarion would gently press his palms to their radiant skin, yearning to feel the sun's warmth that had touched them.
The ache is still there. Astarion misses Tav profoundly, a pain that persists no matter how many years have passed or how many more will come. They were the first and only person he truly loved. They were the first and only person who loved him.
He remembers how Tav would cup his face with their hands. "What are you looking at?" he sometimes would ask, and Tav would laugh in response. "I wonder what eye color you had. Blue? No, I don't think so. Hazel? Doubt. I know! They were green. They were green like a pair of emeralds." Then, Tav would kiss his forehead. "But I guess we will never know."
"Astarion, I want to reward you for saving me," the wizard declares as he returns to the dining room, holding a black magic scroll. "You sound like a good person, a really good person..."
"Just pay me, and we're even. I enjoyed talking to you."
The wizard, however, opened a black scroll and began reciting an incantation. Before Astarion can react, a dark wave crashes over him, hurling him to the floor and pinning him to the wooden boards.
"I'm sorry," the wizard says, his voice muffled as if behind a thick wall. "I fear this might be painful."
"What in hell have you done to me?!" Astarion attempts to shout, but an invisible grip tightens around his throat, choking the words.
His body withers and wraps. Astarion wants to scream, but his mouth stays shut. His body doesn't belong to him in this painful moment. It hurts. It hurts the same way centuries ago when he was lying in his coffin six feet deep under the ground.
The stomach turns inside out, and Astarion vomits the thug's blood he drank earlier. The lungs are rupturing, causing pain in the rib cage.
Then the skin starts burning. He scratches it with his nails as if trying to flay himself. He feels how his bones break and fuse. Or is it just his imagination? By this time, he can't say.
He was through so much torment and pain during the centuries of enslavement. He thought it couldn't be worse.
It absolutely could.
Astarion presses his hands to the chest. The dead heart weighs like a tombstone. He wants to rip it out.
Thump
The first heartbeat crashes through Astarion like a hammer blow in the Adamantine Forge, resounding loudly and painfully.
Astarion finds himself on his knees, utterly shocked. The wizard sits at the table, regarding him with a condescending gaze.
It's then that Astarion notices someone else in the room. He springs to his feet, prepared to confront this stranger, but the wizard laughs.
"It's just your reflection, my friend," the wizard says. "I think you've long forgotten how you look, hmm?"
Astarion stands upright and shifts his gaze to the mirror. There, he sees a young, silver-haired elf staring back at him.
"Shocked, aren't you?" the wizard chuckles.
Astarion approaches the mirror, studying the stranger. Silver curls, the attire of an adventurer, and scars from a vampire's bite on the left side of his neck. But it's the eyes that captivate him—the eyes are emerald green.
Just like Tav said.
He shifts his attention to his hands, noting that the skin is no longer pale. The feeling of a beating heart and an empty stomach churn within him. The fangs are gone, replaced by regular teeth.
"Congratulations, my friend," the wizard declares. "You are no longer a vampire. I wasn't entirely certain if the scroll would work, but here we are. You are mortal again. It's a small price for saving me."
Astarion's legs give way, and he collapses to the wooden floor again, tears streaming down his face, a maelstrom of emotions threatening to consume him.
"Where were you?!" he yells at the top of his lungs. "Where were you twenty years ago? Where were you thirty years ago? Where were you when I had hope?!" Astarion jumps on his feet and clutches the wizard's robe, making the old man stand as well. "How dare you, how dare you resurrect me now?!"
"I- I reversed your curse," the wizard stumbles, scared of the young elf.
"You reversed," Astarion laughs bitterly. "Of course you did! I wish I never agreed on rescuing you."
"But you are alive! You are a living creature, not an undead monster-"
"And what am I supposed to do?" Astarion's laughter takes on a manic tone. "Mortality—you can't even imagine how I dreamt of it. How Tav dreamt of it. But... they are gone," he sniffs. "I buried them with these hands. Where were you... Where were you when Tav was alive?"
The wizard, still taken aback, steps back, fearing another outburst.
"Then—then live. Enjoy your new life," the wizard stammers.
"I don't know how! I don't know how to live! You, cursed old man, what have you done?"
"Get out," the wizard mutters. "Get out, ungrateful bastard."
Astarion makes a short, bitter laugh. He feels lightheaded and dizzy. His chest is too cramped for the newly awakened heart, his skin burns, and the blood races through his veins too fast.
Stumbling like a drunkard, Astarion exits the house. The sunlight feels like the soft touch of cat fur on his fingertips.
Squinting, he gazes up at the sun, tears streaming down his face, and he doesn't bother to wipe them away.
Astarion's heart was beating fast, and he had no idea what to do.
#astarion#baldur's gate 3#bg3 astarion#astarion bg3#bg3#astarion romance#astarion fic#astarion x tav#astarion x gn!tav#astarion fics#astarion angst#ressurrected astarion#Sometimes good things happen too late#spacebarbarian fics
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*gets brought back from the dead cutely*
This is super messy but anyway :D
How would it feel for him to be alive again, all the sensations he regains. The effects death and being a ghost had on him.
#ressurrected morro#morro wu#morro ninjago#can you tell hes my favorite#lego ninjago#ninjago#ninjago fanart#beaddrawz
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me when i see anybody complaining about ty not saying “i love you” back to kit at lake lyn:
#DUDE WAS RESSURRECTING HIS DEAD SISTER???#YALL REALIZE THAT YEAH????#like man why do i see him getting blamed so much#like kit’s timing was off as hell😭#and ty was confused and distraught leave him alone#ty blackthorn#kit herondale#kit x ty#kitty#queen of air and darkness#the dark artifices#qoaad#tda#tsc
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peaky blinders (2017, david caffrey)
pietà (1441, rogier van der weyden)
#peaky blinders#peakyblindersgifs#tvedit#tv#heh.#i mean he does kind of die and is then 'ressurrected' ...
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really love how I drew Shamura here.
#cult of the lamb#cotl#rbb au#ressurrected baby bishops au#cotl au#shamura#cotl shamura#wip#sneak peek
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Marcille for the bingo card :)
if dunmesh wasn't written so well we coulda had a bingo
#wish there was a spot for “they remind me of other characters i like”#cos the ressurrecting your gf despite everyone hating that you did that#is sooooooo mystique and destiny#:)#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi spoilers#tess talks
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i would love to hear how youd want to do a botw manga
YEAAAAAAHHHHH ok ok ok so. i would have the manga follow largely the same structure as the game, beginning with link waking up on the great plateau. he would go through the opening segment almost the same as the game, but with a little more emphasis on the physical toll that the shrine has taken on him (notably i'd frame the old man's baked apple as his realization that he's HUNGRY, that his body feels physically weak and untrained after 100 years of sleep.) i would also place a lot of emphasis on the eeriness of the plateau and the fact that link feels he SHOULD remember these locations but doesn't. the plateau segment would otherwise be very game-compliant, including the shrines, tower, temple of time, and the old man's cabin as spotlighted locations. the key difference here would be that instead of the gameplay mechanic where shrines give link something physical that makes the game easier for the player, they would instead be framed as training exercises which, while lacking material reward, would help him retrain his body and regain the strength he lost in the 100 years he was asleep.
after leaving the plateau the general structure of the game would be loosely followed, (impa > purah > divine beasts & memories > ganon) with a few key pieces of worldbuilding/side quests spotlighted along the way. the first major event after leaving the plateau for link would be his discovery of the dueling peaks stable, the first real indication of human society he's seen since waking up. this would be an important introduction to the society of hyrule post-calamity, and link would also get his first horse here, finding that he's strangely good with horses and perhaps getting a quick flash of a warm feeling, almost like an old friend :)
The memories would still be initially revealed to link via images within the sheikah slate, but unlike gameplay i wouldn't have link specifically seek out memories, instead i would have him stumble upon familiar locations while exploring, which i think is closer to the original intent of that feature. he would find each memory in order and they would play out very similarly if not exactly as they do in canon. the divine beasts and their quests would also play out largely like canon, with the exception of me retconning the transphobia out of the gerudo quest line. I also might like to spend a little more time on the legacies of each champion and how their losses are felt in their respective communities. they all have very strong characterization already and i would love to take the time to expand upon it a bit more!! the same goes for the NEW champions (sidon, teba, yunobo, and riju) i'd like to take some more time to expand upon their characters as well!
the sword-claim is the one thing that i don't fully know how to deal with. i think logically, it either has to come before all of the divine beasts, or after all of them. if i put it in before all of the beasts, it would require some gratuitous shrine training montages to convey how much work it takes link to get to the point where he's able to handle the master sword, which would break up the flow of the story and imo isn't very true to the gameplay which usually just has you explore shrines as you find them during your journey. the only other option, though, is to put it in AFTER the divine beasts, which may lessen the impact it has on the story if the only time he ever ends up using it is to defeat ganon. it sort of makes it into a deus ex machina instead of a pervasive element of the story in the way it is in the game. the way that i think i would deal with this is to have link hear about the master sword's legend from npcs as early as that first stable, and have him stumble into the lost woods BEFORE he has trained enough to be able to handle the sword. he finds it, learns what it is and that it's waiting for him, but he isn't able to claim it in his current state. this gives him a tangible goal to work towards for the rest of the story--a reason to continue entering shrines and growing stronger while he's doing divine beast quests. it also allows the master sword to remain present and active in the narrative without forcing link to get too strong too fast. THEN, when he's finished all the divine beasts, he can have a moment like, "i think i'm strong enough now. i'm prepared" and he can go BACK to the lost woods and successfully pull the sword and then go straight to ganon.
aside from the main quest line there are a few really good side quests i want to include as well, notably the kakariko yiga shrine quest and the hylian homeowner/tarrey town side quests. the former i just think is a very impactful storyline and nicely sets up the yiga as villains later on in the gerudo quest, and the latter is imo thematically important as a physical example of link rebuilding his life and watching hyrule continue to grow and heal despite the wreckage of the calamity. ideally this would be the last thing link does before facing the calamity; the wedding scene would end with link deciding the time has finally come for him to face ganon again, having found hope and community, knowing that no matter what happens hyrule will never be broken beyond repair.
the final battle would go similarly to canon, with callbacks to pieces of training link would have received earlier in the story--perfect parries, aerial archery, shield surfing, and all of the champion abilities would be highlighted during the battle, which would come to a triumphant end with ganon finally defeated and link and zelda reunited.
sooo yeah! largely canon-compliant but with certain aspects adjusted for readability. botw has such a strong narrative that it would actually be super easy to adapt imo but that might just be my opinion because i never think about anything else lol
#the same themes that we see in the game would be really prominent throughout this hypothetical manga obv#but in general i would just choose what to adapt and what to cut without changing too much actual story LOL#asks#OH I FORGOT TO PUT THIS IN THE POST BUT!!! link would be completely nonverbal for the plateau segment and would slowly regain speech#as the journey goes on. initiall he would assume this to be a side effect of the shrine of ressurrection but. well.#he'd learn the truth eventually
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man it might just be the hetalian in me but i'm literally just so fond of personified/sentient depictions of lmanburg and other dsmp nations like... fuck man its abt the love, hope, and dreams of people taking on the form of a physical being for them to nurture and protect and love, a being that loves them back (a being that forgives them, because they know how hard their people tried)
#dsmp#mcyt#maige's posts#maige's ramblings#like fuck man i read a fic where a ressurrected lmanburg comforts tommy wilbur and niki individually#tells them 'i forgive you. i love you' and then turns around and punches techno in the face bc they still have tommy's brash anger#and impulsiveness#and then yet another fic where nations were creatures and theres a line abt them searching for lmanburg in the crater for days before givin#up. abt quackity's protective fury over las nevadas#and both of those fics made me want to cry
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Yeah found family this enemies to lovers that— what about when a character makes a great sacrifice to save the person they care about by giving their life? Only for that person they care about to then go to even greater, cataclysmic lengths, in order to bring that character back from the dead? Go through trauma after trauma, and cause one disaster after another, because the world is second to that character's existence to them?
#rambling#talking#text post#ignore this Im in a fucking MOOD right now#cant leave me on my own for 10 minutes#character dynamics#writing#extra points if after they get ressurrected they do the exact same thing for the other#two kois who'll stop at nothing to keep the other in their spiral#they travel in pairs for a reason
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