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Jeweler Richard Web Short Story

Deviated a little from the usual translations to deliver a short story from Tsujimura Nanako’s official site for Seigi’s birthday. The fandom is kind of a mess right now, so here’s a bit of lighthearted content (and also to celebrate the release of volume 10′s digital copy).

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(Quick explanation before-hand, to spare confusion: there’s a mention of Fukuzawa Yukichi in this story. He’s a historical figure whose face is printed on 10,000-yen notes.)

Biography Series of Ramen-Specialized Natakaya ―Case of the Storm-and-Stress Pudding―

My name is Nakata Seigi. I’m the owner of Nakataya, a commonplace ramen shop that you can find anywhere. I run the shop in a certain part of a certain rural town. At Nakataya, the costumers choose their ramen’s stock, and no matter what anybody says, I recommend the soy sauce one. Tonkotsu is also popular lately. Our neighbor on the right side is the English pub “Jeff & Harry”, and on the left is the Sri Lankan restaurant “Genie in the Lamp”, so there’s crowding during the lunch break period of nearby companies, but most of the customers are regulars.

The regulars always said that my ramen was delicious and ate it all. That made me extremely happy. But, if it was possible, I wanted to meet a new costumer for the first time in a while. It could even be someone who would strictly reprove me for drifting about so complacently.

Just as I was thinking this, selfish of me as might be, it happened. The shadow of a person I didn’t know passed through the red split curtains of the Nakataya.

“Welcome!”

“Pardon the intrusion.”

It was a man with a neat silhouette. His blue eyes were like a piece of ice floe that had flowed from a northern country, sparkling brightly as they reflected me. His golden hair formed fluffy waves. His brown leather boots glistened. He wore gray slacks over a white shirt that shone a beautiful white, to the point it could make one say it was a bit too much for visiting a ramen shop.

I always had my heart racing a little when meeting new costumers. With my chest throbbing, I smiled at the novel guest. “What can I get you?”

“...ing.”

I hadn’t been able to hear it well, so I leaned my body over the counter.

The customer was standing upright at a distance of about two steps away, looking at me straightforwardly. And so, he said, “Pudding, please.”

“Pudding?”

“Yes.”

Had I heard it wrong, I pondered.

However, he repeated once more with a clear voice, “Pudding, please.”

“A pudding.”

“Yes.”

“Please wait a moment.”

Pudding. Pudding, in a ramen shop. I wondered if he had mistaken the establishment. Maybe for the English pub next door, which had a blueberry and brandy sauce pudding in its daytime menu. Just for the heck of it, I checked with him, saying this was a ramen shop. But he didn’t budge. Pudding. With an unyielding will, this stunning person sought a pudding from me. He was asking the owner of Nakataya for a pudding.

I see. This is determination. I accept that resolve of his. The only thing I can do is make him a pudding.

“Please wait a bit.”

“All right.”

The possessor of a Caucasian beauty sat gracefully on the counter’s stool, like a silver fox spirit curling up its tail and lying down. It was a waiting posture. He didn’t playfully peek at his smartphone or move around unnecessarily. I intuitively sensed that this man was the real deal.

Thankfully, there were no other customers in Nakataya yet. There was still time until the busy noon hours. And as I recalled, I had a memory from the distant, distant past, of eating a delicious pudding made by my mother.

Thanks, Hiromi. You doing well?

The ingredients were eggs and sugar. All I needed was a cup-like vessel.

I made the caramel. Produced the pudding mixture. Poured it into the cup. Then cooked it at low heat, borrowing hot water from the equipment that I used for boiling the noodles.

Sure enough, the pudding was done. With nipping sounds, yellow confectionery landed on a saucer.

“Sorry for the wait. Here’s the pudding.”

“Thank you.” From the counter, he stealthily took the pudding and the spoon.

He ate it.

Grasping the spoon with his right hand and bending it into a comfortable angle, he held the pudding’s saucer with his left hand, which seemed to accompany the action. Even though the tableware looked prone to making clinking sounds, it didn’t produce a single noise. He aimed purely for my pudding.

You had to be like that when eating something, I perceived.

I had never met anyone who ate pudding as earnest and wholeheartedly as this man. That was to be expected. After all, I was the owner of a ramen shop. I seldom saw people eating pudding. But I could tell.

He was my shop’s savior.

I swallowed my saliva with a gulp and asked gently, “How was it?”

“Absolutely superb.” He grinned, stood up straight and took out his wallet, leaving a fee on top of the old register.

It wasn’t the price of a pudding. Our ramen was 400 yen per bowl.

“Thank you for the meal.”

As he took his leave, what he left behind was a 1000-yen note.

From that day onward, he came by daily. Always during a time when there was no one else around. And he would say with his cool voice, “Pudding, please.” When saying so, he would sit at the counter. Always on the second seat from right to left.

From the other side of the counter, I would reply, “Roger!” And then, I would make a pudding for him.

Ever since that time, I had studied. While devoting myself to the way of ramen on one hand, I also analyzed puddings from many angles, such as what a tasty pudding was like, what it took to please someone with a pudding, what types of pudding were both delicious and good for the health and what pudding was from a metaphysical viewpoint. A cook should never neglect the pursuit for knowledge.

“Nakata-kun, aren’t your goals kinda weird lately?” the younger brother of the next-door pub’s owner had asked, making a dubious face at me, but that wasn’t the case at all. If I only thought about ramen, I wouldn’t be able to run a ramen shop. Frankly speaking, the fact that this person had showed up when I was thinking that I needed a breakthrough must have been, yes, destiny.

This road was going to lead me in the right direction. The direction I should go. This pudding customer was just like a Polar Star for me.

The amount of money that he would leave changed from day to day. He never cut off from the 1000-yen notes, which I was nothing but grateful for, considering the cost price, and they linked miraculously with the results I had estimated each time, so that was as expected of him. He was clearly a pudding pro. I couldn’t imagine just how many places I would have to go through to develop a palate like that.

Which was why honing my skills was worth it.

Today’s pudding was a bit different from the usual. Perhaps a sign of this had been transmitted to him too, as the gorgeous guest raised his eyebrows only a little higher than normal and looked at me. Could he notice it? Could he? Not just the taste of the pudding, but also this sense of presence?

Putting my utmost feelings into it, I placed it on the counter. “Here you go. Pudding in a bowl.”

What I had laid there was a ramen bowl. It was a simple white one, bearing the characters for “Nakataya” in red. The inside was completely filled with a yellow pudding. Depending on what you thought of it, that quantity might well be fitting for torture. I was the only one who had to know just how many egg yolks and how much sugar I put in it. But I was fully aware that this man didn’t love pudding with a half-hearted resolution.

He accepted the bowl with a cool facial expression, letting show a delight that might have been there or not. His movements were very natural, as if he were merely receiving a ramen with a tiny bit more toppings than usual.

“I shall be having it.”

“Go ahead.”

I tried to offer a Chinese spoon instead of an ordinary one, but the man stopped me with a hand. Of course, I had already anticipated as much and made the arrangements. As I promptly gave him the usual silver spoon, the man grinned.

This person’s smile was extremely beautiful. It was like a white flower blooming at the break of dawn.

With unwavering hand movements, he steadily thrust the spoon into the pudding bowl. A heap of pudding appeared on top of the spoon. It seemed to have about the same amount as a cup-sized pudding. And like magic, he nimbly swallowed it in one bite. Holding my breath, I saw the scene through.

A spoonful. Another spoonful. Yet another spoonful.

Just as always, with unfaltering hand motions, he proceeded to eat a pudding that had about ten times more volume than usual at a steady pace. Of course, he also didn’t leave any of the caramel accumulated at the bottom of the bowl. He held the bowl with his two hands, as if drinking up to the last drop of a ramen, and like a hero having a high-grade victory sake, he drank the caramel in one go with a gulp.

Once he set the bowl on the counter and softly wiped his mouth, he quietly looked at my face. Without realizing, I had been clutching the hem of my apron with both hands.

“How was it?”

“You have finally mastered the way of it.”

“Then that means...!”

He nodded as if extremely satisfied, small lips forming a broad smile like a sculpture of an angel. Taking his wallet from his pocket, he tried to present Fukuzawa Yukichi to me, but I stopped him with a hand. I had been receiving too much until now. And I had already gained plenty of something bigger than money from him.

He must have realized that too. Putting the banknote back into his pocket, he chuckled with a whiff. “This is the supreme fine item that I had been seeking.”

“That’s great. Hum, just who are you...?”

“My name is Richard.”

“Richard”. I wondered why. It was my first time hearing it, yet it sounded somewhat nostalgic.

Having eaten the pudding so delightfully, Richard-shi crinkled his blue eyes slightly and laughed with a snort. “To think you had been hiding a skill of this level. I am impressed.”

“Same here; how can I thank you for not turning your back on my abilities?”

“I pray that this pudding will be a significant step towards the path of your cooking.” He reached a hand to me across the counter.

I frantically wiped my hands on the apron, gripping his hand back. It was a moving scene. I would probably continue to pursue the way of ramen. Meanwhile, I would be making puddings for this person – for Richard. I had that presentiment.

And then...

“Here he is! Ricky, what’re you doing?”

The one who had barged in like a storm was Jeffrey-san from the pub next door. Flustered, he strangled Richard, who sat composed on the stool. Richard’s expression didn’t change even at a time like this. He was game.

“Nakata-kun, I’m so sorry. This is our cousin who came from Hong Kong because we asked for assistance. Geez, Ricky, we were thinking something was off ‘cause you never showed up even though we properly told you where the pub was. You can’t take advantage of Nakata-kun just because he’s nice! Well, Nakata-kun, we’ll come over again with Henry to eat shoyu ramen. Adieu!”

As if dragging a large suitcase, Jeffrey forced his cousin along and left. When disappearing on the other side of the split curtains that hung at the exit, Richard smiled faintly as if to say, “Farewell, then”. I smiled back too. Things like “No, it isn’t the time to be putting on airs like that. What’s the meaning of this, slacking off even though you were asked to help with the pub and ordering pudding from the next-door shop?” weren’t important. I wasn’t thinking about that. Because, for me, polishing my skills was what mattered. Still, that guy’s love for pudding was trouble.

Hm? “That guy’s”?

I rubbed my eyes.

Does that mean Richard? Speaking of which, his face when he ate my pudding for the first time was like that of a surprised child, and—and then—

I woke up.

My name is Nakata Seigi. I’m an university student who attends Kasaba University.

What was that? That Nakataya thing? Although just for a little while, I had been living the life of a ramen shop owner. But pudding. Pudding at a ramen shop.

He was an unbending man even inside a dream, I thought as I checked my phone, which rested next to my pillow. 10:00 PM. It seemed I had dozed off while lying on my bed as I reviewed a textbook. He probably wouldn’t get mad at me if I called him now.

The line connected after three dial tones. Richard. His cool voice as he asked if something had happened was making me feel somewhat pained right now.

“Richard, hum.”

“Yes.”

“Would you... be even a little bit happy if I said that I was gonna make... a whole ramen bowl of pudding?”

The response was a dangerous “Haah?”. That was when I shook off the remains of the dream.

“Hm-hm, it’s nothing. Don’t mind me. It’s fine, really. Yep. Yep. Well, then.”

Honestly, what was I doing? This man was a royal milk tea and pudding extremist. A significant change in size would also affect the taste and texture. Logically thinking, there was no way he would be pleased with something like that. I knew that.

But the dream version of me probably wanted to see Richard’s face of delight, and I now wound up taking it seriously.

“My bad, my bad. I’ll make it in the usual proper size and with the same old taste.”

For a moment, he pressed me about why on Earth I had suddenly talked about that, but I escaped it by beating around the bush. Because I could see that he would tell me not to call him while I was still half-asleep. I couldn’t bring myself to take much of his time either.

As I was about to hang up with a “well, that was really all, so see ya”, Richard said lastly with a voice that sounded purposeful, “Aah, right, right. Your birthday is coming up soon. Make sure to think about what you want to get.”

Aah. Now that he had mentioned, it was May. I used not to think much of birthdays in the past, but maybe because of a thankful increase in the number of people I had to celebrate it with, I also became conscious of and started thinking about it.

He was trying to fool me with non-committal words like “aah, right, right”, but he must have had it properly memorized since long ago. We had a bond where I could tell as much. I was very happy that we had been able to build such a relationship. That was why, rather than things like “I wanna get this” or “I wanna go to this place”, the wish I wanted to make come true might have been something along the lines of, “I want a tiny memory”.

“It’d be great if we could go eat ramen together one day.”

“Yes, that is true.”

Eh?

Before I could think that an idiot like me had heard it wrong, the call ended. Richard. That Richard. Could it be he had just given the OK to go eat ramen with me? That Richard, who was just like a heaven-sent child of gemstones and Ginza.

“Haha!”

I tossed my phone onto the bed, rolling onto my back and flapping my limbs. It was the Nakata’s dance of joy. Holy shit. That came from an unexpected place.

Thank you, version of me who was the owner of Nakataya.

Ramen with Richard. For the moment, I didn’t know any better birthday present.

Author note: happy birthday, Nakata Seigi-kun. Just like a certain someone, let me also gently watch over you gradually growing up healthy and comfortably.

#housekishou richard shi no nazo kantei #the case files of jeweler richard #jeweler richard #richard ranashinha de vulpian #nakata seigi #jeffrey claremont #henry claremont #tsujimura nanako #web short stories #my translation #richard

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ganymedesclock · 4 years

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outta curiosity, why do you think the bugs are human-y sized? i've seen that portrayal fairly often in fandom, but it never occurred to me during my own playthrough b/c of things like the weapons all being things like "Nails" and "Needles" (plus Cloth's huge fang club) which feel... like they're supposed to /seem/ small, if that makes sense.

Kind of a complicated web of reasons, some in-universe, some out.

The first thing I’m going to say is that I agree with you in that there is something that “feels small” about Hollow Knight’s world. When a friend of mine, @betterbemeta played the game, they spoke a bit about a “microscopic aesthetic” that they chalked to things like the amount of detail in the backgrounds. At the size we’re used to seeing the world, dirt is just dirt. From an insect’s eye view, however, individual grains are visible to a much greater degree.

This very granular nature fills the world. Nothing has the anonymity of just being dirt- it’s all shells or fossils or bits of stone and sand and glass. Our relationship with the world is intimate. We are shown spaces and the vastness of them looms, daunts. So I don’t for a second resent the impression that the scale of the world “feels small”.

What does bug me, if you’ll pardon the pun, is trying to add humans into this world as some kind of vast upper limit. Because while they wield pins and needles, nails and shears... these are not scavenged objects. This is not Pikmin. The nail is called such, but it is never a nail as we would recognize, designed to be hammered into an object. The bugs of Hallownest mine materials, and forge them into shapes that are engineered and worked artistically. The Nailsmith has spent much of his life obsessively honing his craft.

It feels arrogant, when there is no human presence in the game, to automatically slot us in an imagined supergiant slot that would trivialize the game and everything narratively important about it. It feels even more arrogant to suggest an independent culture that never shows any evidence of being dependent on humans is whimsically plucking our door nails for funny little bug sword duels, rather than that they have a culture of forging and carving their own weapons, tailored to their needs, without “divine inspiration” from anything bigger than it except its gods, which are themselves entities not in the likeness or shape of humans.

For me, I feel like it operates much better to presume Hollow Knight’s world is comparable to Nausicaa’s- it is a land of giants, rather than a land of the diminutive. A world that, if we or creatures like us were walking them, we would walk alongside Ghost, these same roads and highways, and would have this same experience of being dwarfed by the vastness of the space. I feel like if you really want to imagine humans in this world, either explicitly or for a sense of scale- we’d be on the level of the setting’s bugfolk.

Another thing worth noting is that this world is also very alien. Far moreso than, say, Pikmin, a game that does feature tiny aliens on a post-apocalyptic earth, where we can recognize much of the world and its shape even if the creatures now inhabiting it are strange. In Hollow Knight, the world is strange in its beauty and savagery. It’s really not like ours. The larger things get, the weirder they get. There’s almost no indication of mammalian life, or even, besides the bug-people having some recognizable species among them like moths, butterflies, cicadas, bees- creatures that we recognize. God Tamer is either an ant or a cockroach most likely, but her steed was originally conceptualized as a lobster- and it is an eight-eyed, quadrupedal creature with a filter-feeder mouth, large horns, an expanding translucent dewlap and neither claws nor long tail to speak of, so Team Cherry has actively avoided putting “normal creatures” in there.

This setting has a particular logic about creatures. Everything is translated through that lens, so things we would recognize come out distinctly different, and the general thrust is ‘more like a bug’. So to me, that precludes the intrigue of humans, because we have what humans would look like, with concession made to these strange rules.

They’re the characters we already see and interact with.

I dislike the idea of towering humans, because to me, the sapient bugs of Hallownest so clearly are the humans. I feel like this is a world on a divergent planet. There’s no apes for humans to come from, or monkeys to grow into apes, or even mammals for monkeys to come from- everything is bugs, so the sapient creatures come from bugs. Quirrel, in the prequel comic, even briefly holds a much smaller crawling insect and muses how it and he have similar shells, and, yet, are fundamentally dissimilar creatures. Another narrative could very easily transcribe a similar moment between a human researcher and an orangutan he spots in the bushes.

So this compels me to, in crossover contexts, put the bugs as close to humans. I feel like this is a beautifully constructed and deeply alien world, and there’s so little to gain and so much to carelessly bulldoze by adding in a sense of scale that allows us to just ignore so much of the strangeness and force our own ordinary world over it. I don’t have this problem putting in other giant or strange forces in the setting- I’d be super up to colossal forests of giant trees as a level or scene in a fanwork, for example.

But I guess that’s what turns me off of a lot of things like the bug tank AUs- the humans’ presence and society feels like a way to not just put what’s familiar to us in there, but in such a way that invalidates the refreshing novelty of the world around it. There’s no stated upper limit to Radiance’s powers- there’s nothing she can’t infect merely because it’s too large. So putting her in a glass tank wouldn’t negate her. If it was that easy to stop her, PK wouldn’t be driven to desperation and have committed a staggering amount of esoteric sin on his own children trying to find a way. It immediately undermines character plots and motivations.

Suggesting that the bugs are living borrower-style among humans and making use of their technology, likewise, cheapens the plot of the Nailsmith and his obsession, one that is shared by many, or, in the Silksong demo, Forge-Daughter’s “ancient line and honored role”.

Now, I have seen borrower-style stories and loved them! I was massively obsessed with the movie 9 when it came out, which featured tiny cloth dolls (the largest of them could be held easily in one hand by a human) surviving in an apocalyptic wasteland, and they utilized pieces of human technology cobbled together into ingenious new forms. But the thing about Hollow Knight, is it is not that world. Some weapons are large, almost oversized for their wielders- but they were still built with those wielders in mind, by other bugs, using designs developed by bugs.

Cloth’s club doesn’t really refute this by being a tooth broken from a larger creature, either- the temple of the black egg is made either from, or in the likeness of, the hollowed shell of a truly gargantuan creature.

This world has some very big things. I feel like thinking of humans as ‘the giants’ in this setting vastly underestimates the world. That somewhere in Cloth’s journey- and somewhere accessible to the kingdoms’ guards that became Husk Guards- there were vast cadavers with teeth that could be harvested is explained handily on its own by the idea that this is a world partially populated by giants- giants that play by the same lovely arthropod sensibilities of the more regular-sized denizens.

Another exciting thing worth noting is that there are ribs and spines all over this world! If these guys were truly on the scale of ordinary bugs, they wouldn’t need them- their exoskeletons would do all the supporting for them. But these guys are big enough to need at least vestigial endoskeletons. The implications of the remains that we see don’t exactly show us arm or leg bones, but rather intact limb exoskeletons. So these guys would have more complicated organs and more bones, that a bigger creature would need, but something the size of a realistic our-world ant would not.

#Hollow Knight #Silksong #readmore #thethrillof

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opalai-pixel-witch · 3 years

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Hiiiiiii!!!! ^^

Helloooooo! ^____^ I’m all right, I hope you’re doing well too!

–For now, yes! I sent a project and they finally accepted it! :D

Hmm, that does make more sense :o Although…Pesto skating could potentially be super cool >u>

–If it was up to me, Pesto would be great all over XD

I have doubts about that, because unlike the others, she has a clear passion: playing the bass

One of my headcannons for Pesto is that she has anxiety, so I think that fits in well with her ^_^ You might also recall the Bear Death chase sequence in the game: “There are fates worse than death, Bjoharn! Like unimaginable pain or going far far away for a long long time! You don’t wanna risk it!”

–Ja ja ja , that part seemed funny to me until she leaves me saying: Good luck getting mauled!

And me like: EY! HELP MEEEEE!!! D:

And yes, she fears that, but she exaggerates saying that she is going to die, after all, her minor wounds heal very quickly

I imagine her grabbing Death’s head, covering his eyes without noticing it, telling him to slow down cuz they are going to die

Death like: P, we’re already dead but we’re going to crash if you don’t let me see THE WAY!!!

Oh yeah, that’s the reason why I’ve been avoiding dA lately =A= Eclipse is the most inconvenient, hideous, and just absolutely horrid website design I’ve ever had the unfortunate displeasure of experiencing in my life. But they don’t even censor NSFW stuff anymore? What a complete mess >:| I only go there for this one webcomic I follow nowadays :P

–I don’t use DA as before, I would say it’s currently deserted; I check fanarts from time to time and also read some web comics too, also I read some comics in Webtoons ;)

Speaking about DA:

https://sta.sh/22aj2xyaqwj3?edit=1

;)

…OH HOLY GOSH DARN!! I love love love love love that picture of Milky and co.!!!! ♡♡♡♡ I’m guessing the lady behind him is Bat-Dung? And I wonder what Salmon Guy’s doing there o.o But oh my gosh Milkyyyy…pardon me, I’m in love |D

–I’m glad you liked them, and yes, I wanted almost the whole team, so I invented an image for Bat-Dug based on her voice and on the fact she investigate the paranormal, also what role she could play in the team: I assigned her to provides weapons and special equipment to her mates, and repairs technology ;)

I would have put Red Eye, but my story takes place after the events of MS and HH

And Salmon guy is there because Milky and company went after him (I’m still writing this story, it’s harder than I thought, I usually don’t write stories) ^^;

I just figured that Bjørn would probably be more used to writing in runes, or maybe did it as an inside joke o: I don’t think Pesto knows how to read it, but she didn’t really need to in order to know the gift was for her—but later on she might see the tag with the runes and be all faux-annoyed like “Bjoharn you cheeky little—“ |D

–“Bjoharn you cheeky little—“ *insert wheze meme* X,D

I’m imagining that scene from the simpsons where Flanders leaves Homer and Co at his summer house and left them little notes everywhere, but with Bjorn and Pesto instead.

Pesto would be like: To hell with this! >:v

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Heya!! I’m so sorry it took me a while to get to this message, college and real life stuff has been kicking my ass ;;_;; I’m glad to hear that things are going well for you!!

I mean...isn’t she? |D Jokes aside I agree with you, since the only talk of skating she’d done in the game was casually acknowledging the others’ obsession with it :P Still, I am super tempted to draw Pesto skating at some point >.>

That part always makes me nervous ;A; Pesto, I’ll never forgive you if you leave my son to die!! >:| (...let’s just...ignore the fact that he’s already dead...)

That reminds me of a weird headcannon I’ve been thinking about—I feel like with her being in charge of diseases and stuff, she has the power to remove an illness along with her ability to inflict it :o Maybe I’m just being dumb, but I thought it’d be cool...and yeah, I can totally picture that |D I dunno if I’d label the horsemen as dead though, I think they’re just some weird immortal entities :P

If dA is becoming deserted now, that only means their Eclipse scheme has failed =A= I wonder how long they’ve been banging their heads against the wall in regret...I’ve also been looking at comics on Webtoons lately, my favorite one there is probably Clinic of Horrors :o

Your new drawings are (as always) sooo cool!!!! O.O War looks super badass, and the one with Death casually approaching Sam is funny |D I also love the comic with his dad and Cobbles, the “you will have to believe me” line made me lose it >o>

I see o: I can definitely picture her as the weapons-handler of the group! Odd thing, though—I don’t think Milky actually had any weapons in the game...unless his pockets are somehow bottomless and he keeps them in there :P I can also see the motivation for them going after Salmon Guy—after all, he has encountered one of the horsemen firsthand! The best witness for them would be Sam with all his new info, but of course because he’s the ultimate rich kid it would be super difficult for them to get to him |D

Haha yeah, Pesto would have to go to that Valhyr site constantly to translate everything >u>

#submission #dani

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laughingpinecone · 4 years

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10008w, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oralech/Volfred/Tariq, Oralech & Tariq Characters: Tariq, Oralech, Volfred Additional Tags: V turning into a triad, Understanding, snitches get stitches unless they're cute and fluffy Summary:

A persistent echo lingers in their wake.

Chocobox treat for jasp!

There is a dead end on the parapets up on the outer walls. It is a proud, wide arch, ending on a pillar that sits upon the outskirts of the capital, as if the city itself was having second thoughts about corralling itself away from the lands it governs. The late afternoon sun casts a maze of shadows over the pavement of the walk. The way to the end is clear, but out of respect, Tariq will not cross the sharp shapes of cranes, planks, slabs, distant turrets and half-finished pinnacles. Oralech stands at the end, like a statue watching over the Union whole (claws gripping the scaffolding that keeps him from a steep fall. Enough of those).

Resting under a nearby pinnacle, Tariq follows, admired, the dialogue between Oralech’s presence, the city’s presence clamoring down below, the way Oralech’s shadow melts into those of the city and drags behind him like a mantle. It is a complex web of roles and belonging. Of heartache, maybe. Tariq follows it on the strings of his lute, plucking somber notes for Oralech, about Oralech, posing open questions he has no answers for at the end of the bar.

“Coward,” says Oralech. He does not turn around; his voice is clear. “To talk behind people’s back is the act of a coward.”

Tariq lowers his lute. “Beg your pardon?”

“Do not feign ignorance. You speak meanings with your music, but it is not a language I can understand.”

“Shall I fall silent?”

“No. Play it again, slower.”

There is a gap between them. There has been a gap between them since the days of their travels in the Blackwagon, before the fall and before the Plan took root within Tariq. Now it spans the distance between stars. Oralech’s interest feels, for a moment, like a rope cast through the skies.

So Tariq plays it again, this doleful tune that is the sound of Oralech in his life. He plays the simple melody first, then goes back to the beginning to explore its variations, repetition built upon repetition until a meaning manifests itself: the Scribes, their Will, this new Plan as a manifestation of that old Will, the new society free from the ills of the old, again and again. An individual tries to find a path through this bright and glorious frame, but their pain is gilded, their toiling wrapped in fates. Individuality falls into the cracks of great designs. The song fades. The moon is too far away.

Oralech speaks: “And you do not rage against this injustice?” The demon’s grip makes the scaffolding give out an anguished creaking. “You do not scream until the sky falls down?”

“Me, sir?”

“Yes, you. Does it feel like coming back from the stars was not enough? Your act of universal defiance too demure?” He strides back, trampling the shadows. His gaze burns. Tariq takes in that warmth. Brings a hand to his mouth. Not even Celeste dared to speak to him so.

“Surely you understand, sir, that this conversation is not about me.”

“How improper that would be. Oh, Ti’zo told me of this habit of yours. I had forgotten, or never noticed at all. You’d talk about a blade of grass before talking about yourself, but then only insofar as it is often trampled on and can be made to sing.” For a moment he hesitates, and Tariq ponders the tolls of straightforwardness. Embracing one’s open wounds. Then Oralech speaks again, with strained understanding: “I am a doctor of my own people, of saps by now, sometimes of curs. I do not know what ails you. But I can listen. If it involves being discarded off a mountain... or not being certain of where freedom begins... or both at once... rest assured that I know how to listen.”

May the stars shine ever brightly on you, Tariq would say, and he would mean every word of it, but there are no new stars in the night sky and the topic is fraught anyway.

They rest in silence until Volfred surprises them on the parapets – could be that Tariq’s unvoiced blessing has been heeded and the first star of this new world has come to pay them a visit, radiant already, gleaming above his city in the early evening. This one, he is sure, Oralech will not mind. Volfred strolls toward them, Ti’zo in tow as is often the case, perching now on the Prime Minister’s shoulder, now in the hollow of his head.

“My loves, dearest companions,” he addresses them, and they both know at once that what his mood really means is that the negotiations that have kept him busy for the better part of the week are taking a turn for the better. Oralech laughs, enough for both of them, and goes to greet him and tell him about his day. Tariq picks up his lute again, replaying this moment of understanding in his own language, in F minor, wondering if such a fleeting thing could survive in Volfred’s presence. Not yet, he concludes. One day, but not yet. He shall leave the mortals to their brief time together and think about today.

As he passes them by on his way back to the bustling city, he takes the time to caress Volfred’s shoulder (thankful, longing, abstract – Volfred would understand all he means by that) and nudge Ti’zo to join him. The imp obliges, hopping onto his extended arm. Tariq warbles something at him; by the time Ti’zo’s reply is over, the evening wind has swept their chirps away and their silhouettes are lost in the twilight haze.

“Imp-speech comes not easy to me,” says Oralech, holding Volfred close as the wind rises. Soon they, too, shall head back. “And in truth Tariq’s accent sounds like no drive-imp I’ve heard. But I bet you a button that his warbling spelled out to talk behind people’s back is the act of a coward...”

“How so?”

He hums. “A hunch.”

Volfred raises an eyebrow and neither confirms nor denies the translation.

#pyre #volfred sandalwood #oralech #tariq the lone minstrel #fanfiction

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fragmentsofchaldea · 4 years

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Pardon me for asking, but I was wondering if you have looked at the FGO Material books and the entries about the servants in them when writing FoC? I know that there are translations on Reddit, if you haven't been able to find translated versions.

I haven’t kept as up to date on them as I used to, but I do read them like many other translations. Helps keep the gears turning and gives insight on how to further grow the web.

#Author response

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arcanalogue · 5 years

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On Keeping Important Things To Yourself, Or: ‘The Revelation Will Not Be Instagrammed’

I had a really profound experience this past weekend, while staying out in the desert with friends. In fact, it was the kind I might even capitalize: a Profound Experience!

(Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you about it!)

Naturally though, I cataloged the entire thing, writing notes to myself so I wouldn’t forget a single detail. And before we’d even returned home, I was well into the “research” phase of the Profound Experience, tumbling down Wikipedia rabbit-holes in search of terminology, precedents, areas of overlap with others’ Profound Experiences, established traditions that might explain what had happened and (perhaps most importantly) tell me what to do about it.

It’s an exhilarating feeling, that research phase, uncovering the vastly interconnected nature of our history, our cultures, our entire reality. You can’t just pull one thread, the whole fabric comes with it. Before the internet, this would have taken weeks.

But even after a couple days of trying to pin this Experience down, I was getting tired and frustrated. I’d only spent a few minutes having the Experience in the first place, and now I’d gorged myself on all this additional context. It was began keeping me from being able to recall the Experience purely, as it had happened. Why was I doing this to myself??

Fortunately, in my groping I stumbled across this article about the Tao Te Ching, which commented:

"’The unnameable is the eternally real. Naming is the origin of all particular things.’ The second line of Mitchell's translation opens up the nature of the dysfunction. We're accustomed to perceiving our world and all the objects in it by naming them. But what if we stop obsessively naming everything and instead just — pardon me while I slip in to full on hippy mode for a moment — rest in awareness?

What the Tao Te Ching does, time and time again, is attempt to show us how we might see things if we could spend more time in awareness, and less in naming. ‘Practice not-doing, and everything will fall into place.’"

To my tired brain, reading this felt like cool water splashed across a hot sidewalk, making it passable for tender bare feet. (I grew up in the desert, I’m not just a tourist!)

So I closed all of my Wikipedia tabs, and went for a walk outside in the afternoon sunshine. I wanted to see if I could feel the Experience, become illuminated by it once again, even faintly, and grasp its truth just as closely, just as palpably, simply by relaxing my focus instead of straining toward it.

Not only was this successful, but walking with this glow unexpectedly reminded me of my ultimate purpose as a diviner.

We find messages. We find meanings. That is the work of a diviner. We must always strive to embody that quality, whether we’re searching on behalf of ourselves or others.

I find messages. I find meanings. Not everybody does, but I do, and always have. Powerful words and images make their way to me, as if by magic. Interpreting them is something that comes after; first you have to find them, recognize them.

Messages don’t always come with a calling card or ingredients list attached. It’s not always clear who or what is speaking, or whether the face we see is a mask worn by something else. It probably is! Just assume it is.

But we care about getting these things right, about being in harmony with all the forces out there which are greater than ourselves (which is nearly everything, kids). And the part of our mind that’s anchored to this world, this time and place, craves to know things and do things. Without something to know or to do, we can get very restless and grumpy indeed.

And have you noticed? There’s a tendency among mystical types to attempt speaking with authority, to draw oneself up to an impressive (yet still #humble) height and declare: “I am a practitioner of [insert tradition here], and/or a worshiper of [insert entity], who speaks to/through me.” There are certainly material benefits to behaving this way. Certainty confers trust, and trust leads to faith, and faith — whether in a belief or a person — is a lucrative business.

This is why we spiritual and occult weirdos (especially white folks, most of whom weren’t born into a tradition that provides context for our Profound Experiences) end up relentlessly sniffing out the pedigree of our own gnosis, sort of like how Mormon moms go overboard with geneaology.

The message itself ends up tucked away a drawer, almost secondary to the quest for unassailable authority in determining its authorship, which also ultimately determines its audience. But... and I ask this sincerely... who cares?

I’m not faulting this instinct of ours. How could it be otherwise? We’re a bunch of lonely, hallucinating apes who want to feel understood. Which is why I try not to look askance at others’ work, or weigh my methods or Experiences against theirs. What would be the point?

I feel the same way about labels related to magical practice. There are times when we urgently feel the need to name ourselves, claim a title that we can then labor to live up to. But almost immediately we discover the limitations of these labels. I love thinking of myself as a witch... so many enticing connotations! Right up to the moment when someone else refers to me as a witch, and then I feel the seriousness and specificity of what I’m attempting is undermined, since “witch” and “witchcraft” can be applied to nearly anyone and anything. I’m more than this word, dammit. At times, I’m something else altogether.

But the word itself isn’t the problem, the act of naming is.

Consider this post is a message in a bottle to you, whomever may be reading. Just as there is power in naming things, there can be even greater power in NOT naming things. This is the meatiest kernel of truth contained in the Powers of the Sphinx, that old chestnut of Western occultism: “To Know, To Dare, To Will, and To Keep Silent.”

Silence is a necessary component of reflection, and reflection is a necessary component of divination.

One of the things I’ve discovered along this journey is that the qualities that make a good diviner don’t necessarily lend themselves to crafting an exciting or successful web/social media presence. We end up performing what we know, polishing our thoughts and expressions into nice, glossy, digestible packages. That’s a useful skill to have! But it’s also a short leap from there to only valuing the kinds of experiences that lend themselves to being shared, slowly grooming oneself to only have the kinds of thoughts that can be expressed through these media.

It’s a mindfuck, dear reader.

I want would-be diviners to know that it’s possible to hear a call, and answer it, without ever putting pen to paper, without plugging words into a search engine. It’s written on your heart, where nothing is ever truly forgotten. You can honor this experience by sitting with it, or expressing it through your deeds, without ever having to explain or justify it to anyone.

And a reminder: just as it’s valuable to inspire and draw inspiration from others, your own Profound Experiences mustn’t end up being constrained to whatever you can manage to broadcast to others in words or pixels. If you’re struggling with that, consider keeping it to yourself for a while so it can distill and speak to you more deeply. As Kahlil Gibran wrote:

“And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.”

The irony of blogging about this isn’t lost on me, so I’m doubling down and including some pics from last weekend. Did you know people are far more likely to engage with your content when they can see your face?

😐

#divination #revelation #tarot cards #oracle

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homesoutofhuman · 5 years

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Scarlet- Hannibal X Reader Part 2

A/N: I’m beyond touched by the comments on the first part of this story, I never thought something so dark and deep from my head would resonate with anyone else so here is another part, hope I didn’t mess it up, this is such a tricky subject.

Summary: You’re seeing a psychiatrist, Dr Lecter for your issues with sex, loneliness and hyperfixatons. Will he be your cure, or have you just met the man who will only make things worse?

Warnings: D/S themes, choking, slapping, smut...also this is way too long.

Hannibal opens the door to you and stands to the side so that as you walk by him into his office you’re forced to brush against his chest. You look up to find him watching you closely, analysing you. He shuts the door with a sharp noise and grabs your hand, bringing it to his nose and taking a deep inhale.

You stand, rooted to the spot, feeling your heart thundering in your chest. He releases your hand and shakes his head at you in judgement, and you avoid his gaze, thinking of every night since your text conversation that you’ve been furiously trying to get yourself off in the hope of quenching your insatiable hunger for this man. (You’re not sure if Hannibal is smelling your blood or your arousal, or both.)

From his boldness in touching you, you assume that he will bring up the incident straight away, but he follows his usual routine of asking about your week, an attempt to break the ice on previous sessions, but today an attempt to break the heated tension.

It doesn’t work. Having him so near to you, looking taller and broader than ever in an expensive tweed suit, the purples and reds if the fabric bringing out the tawny streaks in his eyes, is torture. You fidget in your seat while Hannibal scratches his pen against his pad, monitoring your nervous movements. Suddenly you’re angry.

“Dr Lecter…”

He doesn’t look up.

“Hannibal….” you whine, a desperate noise from the back of your throat, the kind you’ve been making every night this week.

His eyes are on you then. “Yes we should discuss…” he trails off and you pray he won’t apologise, please anything but that.

”...it was unprofessional of me and I have considered transferring you to another psychiatrist.” You wince but he continues steadily, either not observing or not caring to relieve your pain. “In my defence I find myself drawn to you, find you alluring, and I suspect my...proclivities, would align with yours.

“That’s how I was feeling” you whisper, voice tiny. Not daring to trust he is really agreeing with you

“You failed in your assignment.” he nods towards your hands which lay in your lap. Instinctively you clench them together as if in prayer.

“What do you think about? When you pleasure yourself?”

“You.” You say, staring down the barrel of the truth, adrenaline making you brave. “You fucking me.”

Hannibal raises an eyebrow and then you know for sure he is Lucifer in disguise when he calmly responds, “I need more detail than that (Y/N).”

He asked for it. “It’s rough, you’re always fully dressed. Sometimes you rip my clothes. You hurt me…”

Hannibal looks intrigued, and you crave his interest more than any drug. “How do I hurt you?”

“Choke me, slap me, degrade me by pushing me on my knees.”

“Why do you think you want that from me?”

“I don’t know.”

“I could slap you.”

“Pardon?”

Hannibal moves to sit next to you on the couch. “An unorthodox method but I’ve found those to be effective. I will slap you lightly so you get a taste of what you think you want, then you’ll see, without the mystique it’s nothing so erotic.”

The way he says the word...erotic, you cannot help but sigh. If only he knew, his voice is so much of what turns you on, his accent with it’s smooth purr- a combination of clipped vowels and rich tones, a contradiction so like the man himself - pristine suits with a wild animal inside.

You nod, and he ducks his head to look into your eyes, making sure you are consenting. The angle brings his mouth close to yours, if you tipped forward just an inch you could kiss him. Hannibal seems to be having the same thought, his eyes suddenly dark, flick to your mouth.

“If you think about it, kissing is such an odd behaviour for humans to show affection. Why not, some other way?” his voice is velvet but his touch even softer, Hannibal brings a finger to your cheek and traces a line down to your chin, the path a tear would take.

“I’m sure there’s some...scientific explanation.” you reply, trying to follow the conversation

“Oh there is...apparently it helps us sniff out the perfect mate…”

“And do you like the smell of me?” you joke, an old habit, trying to break the tightness of the moment.

Hannibal brings his nose to your throat, taking an even deeper inhale than before. “You smell of bedsheets and cheap gin...loneliness if that’s not taking poetic license. It’s divine.”

You feel his tongue on your skin and have no choice but to close your eyes, even though you want to see, you want to be aware this is actually happening and not another of your fevered dreams.

“Are you going to hurt me, Hannibal?”

“Only a little…”

He cradles your head with one large palm and you nuzzle it briefly. His mouth quirks with a smile even as he scolds you gently. “Focus now.”

A stab of fear before you tell yourself, he’s a doctor, he knows what he’s doing. When he slaps you it doesn’t even hurt - the base of his fingers hitting the fleshy part of your cheek, perfectly planned to be benign it’s just a taste, a warning. Still, the flash of sensation is alarming, nothing you’ve ever felt before and it’s exhilarating to feel something new, a staccato on the frequency after years of monotone.

Hannibal is waiting for your response, his body language is tense, and you can tell that you’ve finally cracked that outer shell of his. The man has shown you a side of himself he normally keeps hidden from the world, and now you have the power, the thrill of it is intoxicating.

Holding his gaze you see him take a deep breath, beginning to panic, to cover for his actions. “Ow.” you say simply, bringing your fingers to touch where your skin sings with the warmth of his violence.

Hannibal gapes at you, then starts to chuckle, low and deep and you join him until you’re both laughing loud, the noise echoing around his office.

“What are you?” he murmurs, pressing those thin lips against your reddened cheek. You give an allowance for things lost in translation.

“Just like you.”

“Not like me, you’re, the other side of the coin to me.” Hannibal tilts his head and you see more than a psychiatrists fascination in his eyes. You feel like a butterfly pinned to a board, struggling to survive. It’s liberating.

“You desire me Hannibal, you admitted it yourself….” you dare to move closer, placing your smaller hand on top of his, bring your lips up to the elegant shell of his ear, “scarlet” you whisper and he grasps your hand, giving it a tight almost painful squeeze.

“We could take this treatment to it’s inevitable conclusion.” he says, voice hoarse even as he continues to try and sound professional. Hannibal clears his throat, annoyed at its betrayal and you hide a smile at his reluctance to appear weak. Despite his attempts to the contrary, he’s still just a man.

Your eyes stray to a picture on the wall of his office, the large gilt frame, the flesh of the girl, the feathers of the bird. It’s pure erotic violence makes you grasp at Hannibal’s shoulder, the fabric of his suit jacket unyielding and rough. You need to feel his skin to know he is human and you lay back, opening your legs like Leda.

“Are you going to take me on your couch Hannibal?”

He leans over you, pushing up your flimsy skirt and splaying his fingers over your thighs, clutching them hard enough to leave marks. Your head lolls back against the cushions, exposing your throat to him. Hannibal collars it with the web of his hand, his thumb tapping your carotid artery, his forefinger stroking your jaw.

“Show me….”

“Hmm?” You can feel yourself slipping already, your head growing dizzy as he restricts your oxygen. Hannibal loosens his grip and you slide your hand down your body and into your underwear, not even bothering to protest.

Hannibal moves to get a better view, pushes your head back against the cushions using his hand on your neck and stares into your eyes, watching them grow hazy with pleasure as you rub yourself wantonly.

He takes your hand from between your legs, brings it to his mouth and slides his tongue across the side of your fingers, tasting you. Then he replaces it, directing you with his strong grip, pushing two of your own fingers inside you. Your eyes widen and you gasp, wishing they were his. Hannibal appears to read your mind and nods, his face a mimic of sympathy.

“You think you want me instead?”

“I know I do…” your words are each a single moan as you never stop touching yourself. You’re sweating onto the velvet of his couch and you just don’t care.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for that…”

You make a noise of protest, attempt to reach out and touch him to show you are, but Hannibal keeps you captive, one hand encircling your wrist, fucking you with your own fingers, the other back at your throat.

“Watch what I’m doing...what you’re doing. This sexual act makes us like animals, no better, no worse. Does that bring you comfort?”

You can barely make a sound with him cutting off your airway but force a groan from your throat, ripping it raw. Nothing could be more humiliating than the way he is treating you, and yet you continue, touch yourself just the way you know will make you come hard, but it never felt like this, so visceral, so dangerous, with Hannibal above you, over you, threatening your life and sanity.

“Let it go….” he whispers into your ear, giving your neck one final wring as your body arches violently off the couch, the convulsions spasm your muscles so hard you fear they will be torn. You hear Hannibal breathing hard beside you as you give in to the darkness, rolling your head on the cushions and moaning as if struck with fever. He relinquishes his grasp on you and lifts you into a more comfortable position, brings you a glass of water and helps you to drink, one hand on the back of your neck, supporting you like a newborn kitten. Slumping against him you pray he won’t push you away, and he doesn’t, lets you rest your head in his lap as he strokes your hair, making soothing noises, almost a lullaby, in a language you don’t recognise.

You turn your head to look up at his handsome profile, whispering, not trusting your voice “What are you saying?”

“Oh, you don’t speak Lithuanian?” Hannibal regards you with wry amusement and you laugh, the tension broken. “Don’t you worry...it doesn’t translate.”

“Teach me…” you urge, feeling soft and boneless, pressing your cheek against the cool metal of his belt.

“Not now…” Hannibal replies gently. “Your hour is almost up.”

Suddenly reality hits you like a cold flinch of water and you sit up, your head spinning. Hannibal grunts with displeasure and steadies you, pulling you back into his arms for a moment. His eyes flick to your mouth and you pray he will kiss you at last, but he resists, instead helping you up and towards the door.

“Next week?” you croak, flushing to realise your throat is sore both from screaming with pleasure and from Hannibal’s choke hold.

He nods and you back out of the room, lifting a hand to wave at him, you wish to signal peace in the motion. When you get to your car you sit for a few minutes, stunned. You press the knuckles of your hands under your eyes and wish you could cry, crave the release of that pure, innocent emotion. You feel like you’ve left everything behind on Hannibal’s couch, and the emptiness is not as terrifying as you may have imagined.

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A/N the second: I’ve taken poetic license and put Hannibal’s dining room art in his office (he likes to mix it up). Also I did find a Lithuanian lullaby that is beautiful so I imagine that is what Hannibal was half-singing to her but we shall see...

Shit I forgot the tags! @diditpoof @johnwickthirstclub @thatlittlered @keanuincollars I’m tagging peeps who either asked or I would appreciate your feedback (but don’t worry if not), anyone else wanna be tagged lemme know ILY

#wtf #hannibal x you #hannibal x reader #i love hannibal because it gives me license to be pretentious #scarlet #thank you for reading i have spent all day writing this and now i don't know what to do

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libidomechanica · 5 years

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #188 texts

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worldpedias · 2 years

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How To Say Please In French 23

Provide details and share your research! Simpler and more familiar than “pardon”, you can also say “oups !” to say “i’m sorry” in french.

How to Say Please in French 7 Steps (with Pictures) wikiHow from www.wikihow.com

How to say please in french. In this region, it is mostly used similarly to de rien. The standard way of saying “please” is s’il vous plaît. It means literally treat yourself.

Pay careful attention to its pronunciation, as most native speakers say it as one word, more like [orvoir]. French words for please include plaire, satisfaire, faire plaisir, contenter, plaira, plaisent, plaisez, plaît, s'il te plaît and veuillez. If you wanted to say how happy you were to give someone directions to a location after they say merci or merci beaucoup you can respond with avec plaisir.

You’ll commonly hear avec plaisir in southern france. Learn how to say please (informal) in french, how to say it in real life and how you can use memrise to learn other real french phrases. We hope this will help you to understand french better.

Making statements based on opinion; One of the first things you learn to say in french is “please” (and “thank you”). Here is the translation and the french word for please help me:

Much more formal is je vous demande pardon (= i ask for your forgiveness ). Politeness is important in all languages, saying please and thank you is part of this. Google's free service instantly translates words, phrases, and web pages between english and over 100 other languages.

Just like “hello”, saying “goodbye” is often accompanied by la bise, the french greeting kisses, or a handshake. This website uses cookies and other technologies to enhance your experience and for web analytics. Please help me in all languages.

#french

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 7 years

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Considering there's now a Power Rangers movie, do you think it is possible that someone will go out there and make a live-action (or fully animated idk) series/movie out of Animorphs? Would you think it wise? We have the know-how to animate morphing and aliens, and there are probably many people out there who started reading Animorphs 20 years ago who are now working in the animation or film industry so the adaptation probably wouldn't stray too far from the original.

You know, I’m not sure Animorphs ever will get its own show or movie again. I love the current format of turning books or series into entire freaking TV shows (American Gods, Handmaid’s Tale, etc.) and it might be cool to get a second crack at an Animorphs show, but… But I’m conflicted.

Reasons I’d love to see an Animorphs movie or show:

There would be a whole younger generation that we could bring into the fandom! They could share in our hilarity and pain, which would be awesome.

It’s pretty much inevitable that the books would get re-released, which means we’d be able to stop relying on crappy PDFs any time we wanted to reread the series.

Visual media = greater internet fandom.

Seriously, though, TV shows > video games > movies > comics > novels when it comes to online fandoms, and I think a big part of that is the fact that Tumblr, Livejournal, and Reddit are so image-heavy.

And I really WANT this series to be so mainstream there are fandom wars and remixes and hipster-effects. It’s so frustrating right now when people ask what I’m writing and I usually end up telling the truth but telling it slant (ex: “There aren’t enough stories about stereotypically masculine young men working as administrative assistants, so I decided to…” or “Have you ever thought about how demonic possession would affect neurological processes? Because I have.”) And it would be so nice to be able to say “I’m writing about Animorphs,” and have other people go “Oh, that super-disturbing series with the oatmeal jokes?”

There are some REALLY FREAKING COOL images in the series that it would be really freaking cool to see on a screen. For instance: the huge hellish cavern where the yeerk pool is located, the iskoort and their backward knees, Cassie becoming a whale-osprey-human-andalite hybrid for a hot second in midair, Ax jumping backward over a swimming pool by accident, that freaking veleek, etcetera.

Reasons the idea of an Animorphs movie or show fills me with trepidation:

Have you SEEN AniTV? I didn’t think it was possible for writing that good to get turned into scripting that bad, and yet.

Whitewashing. DragonBall-Z, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Ghost in the Shell, Death Note, and Cloud Atlas all took minority characters from the original works and cast white actors. AniTV itself whitewashed Eva and Ax. I’d rather have no screen adaptation at all than one with an all-white cast or one that tokenizes any or all of the characters.

It’d be super-easy for the grey-and-black morality of the books to get lost in translation, which could lead to deeply unfortunate consequences if the kids are shown killing controllers left and right with abandon. (See: Seasons 5 - 10 of Supernatural and the number of completely innocent humans the “heroes” straight-up MURDER because they happen to be in the way.)

Hollywood is allergic to tragedy.

The movie adaptations of Blood and Chocolate, I Robot, Catching Fire, Ender’s Game, Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, A Series of Unfortunate Events, I Am Legend, The Golden Compass, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief, Ella Enchanted, and Charlotte’s Web all took ambiguous or unhappy endings and made them fit the Hollywood mold, not only by having everything wrapped up with a nice bow (and no dead characters) at the end, but also by back-fitting genuinely original stories into tired and unoriginal tropes.

Animorphs would not be Animorphs if almost every book didn’t end with the characters not sure what they learned this week, outside of “war sucks, and then you die.” It definitely wouldn’t be Animorphs if the last two books weren’t all about how sometimes you have to make terrible sacrifices to stop evil. I have a sneaking suspicion Hollywood would try to sweep all of that under the rug, especially if the screen adaptation was geared for the same audience as the books.

I’d be worried about the portrayal of the hosts.

As it is, AniTV already has some super fridge-horrifying moments that come from the writers’ failure to distinguish between yeerks and yeerk hosts. Tom and Melissa make out and possibly sleep together while he’s definitely a controller and she might be as well, and the way that the series plays it for laughs suggests that no one did the math that 33 - 50% of the individuals in that relationship are physically incapable of giving consent. The series also plays Chapman getting spattered with oatmeal and Iniss 226 going insane for laughs, even though the implications for poor ol’ Henrick are pretty horrifying. The books take the time to have the characters debate whether harming the hosts is worth it to harm the yeerks; the show genuinely doesn’t have the time to do that in its 25-minute run and so leaves those problematic questions out.

Similarly, it is super-easy to slide into victim-blaming where the controllers are concerned. The books can give us moments like Naomi saying “You were Visser One,” and Eva coming back with “I beg your fucking pardon?” (I paraphrase). They can have the heartbreaking scenes with Jake imagining what Tom thinks or feels while some alien acts uses him to try to kill their dad. Visual media can’t necessarily convey that information, and would necessarily have to cast actors as Visser One, Visser Three, etc. who almost never stop to play the parts of Eva or Alloran. As Supernatural demonstrates (sorry to keep picking on this show), it’s really easy to forget there’s an innocent human who doesn’t get a choice about being used as a weapon or being caught in the crossfire. It could be so freaking easy to make Tom or Eva or Chapman or Alloran themselves into villains by just forgetting that the host exists at all.

Anyway, that’s all a very long-winded way of me saying that I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT A LIVE-ACTION ADAPTATION OR NOT. Also that I care too much about the meatsuits, but anyone who follows this blog probably knew that by now.

#asks #answers #anonymous #animorphs #anitv #sol cares too much about the meatsuits

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Hey - Pat from StarterStory.com here with another interview.Today's interview is with Tim Taylor of Spork Bytes, a brand that makes restaurant catering deliveredSome stats:Product: restaurant catering deliveredRevenue/mo: $250,000Started: April 2014Location: PortlandFounders: 2Employees: 7Hello! Who are you and what business did you start?It’s lunchtime at the office. Everyone is hungry and anxious for a break from the workday. The team walks into the kitchen only to find it’s pizza for lunch. Again. Or maybe instead of pizza it’s a bland boxed-lunch style sandwich. Either way, these types of mundane meals repeat themselves in offices on a daily basis.We knew there had to be a better way to gather teams around good food so in 2014 we set out to address this problem in our adopted hometown of Portland, Oregon. I’m Tim Taylor, and along with my business partner, Chris Diamond, we are the founders of Spork Bytes - a catering delivery service that partners with the best local restaurants and coordinates everything needed to pull together a delicious meal for your office. From the initial order coordination to delivery logistics and a seamless setup process, Spork Bytes save our clients valuable time while providing access to quality, local cuisine in their workplace.To date (August 2019), Spork Bytes is partnered with 60 high-quality restaurants and food purveyors in the Portland area. We focus on serving (pardon the pun) offices of 50 or more as well as providing services for special events - weddings, corporate gatherings, holiday parties, etc. We offer mostly pre-fixed yet customized menus that allow us to easily adhere to an offices’ changing headcount, dietary restriction and delivery instructions.Our ideal customer is an office manager who plans lunch on a recurring basis but we also work closely with people like party/event planners and venue staff.Our initial funding came in the form of a $15,000 loan from friends and family. We were able to pay that off in the first year and Spork Bytes has been profitable since then. Annual revenue was $2 Million in 2018 and we’re on pace to exceed $3 Million in 2019 thanks to an average growth rate of 50 percent over the last three years.imageWhat's your backstory and how did you come up with the idea?Working in the foodservice industry was something Chris and I experienced during our time at the University of Oregon where we worked in the catering department together one summer. After graduation, Chris began working in the hospitality industry while I went off to start a corporate career in finance.Shortly thereafter, Chris began to notice that many local restaurants were struggling to effectively and consistently secure lunch catering orders from business in their area. From my vantage point, the example I shared earlier about eating the same pedestrian office lunches was something I personally experienced on a regular basis. Was it really that hard to coordinate good food from local spots? Apparently so.Seeing a void and a potential opportunity sparked many conversations between Chris and I. Then, in early 2014, after numerous discussions about “could” and “should” we, Chris moved to Portland to live with me and we started Spork Bytes out of our garage. Literally. We used some of our initial funds to purchase equipment and stage catering setups in the garage to practice and learn what we were about to go sell to businesses throughout Portland.During those early days, there was a strong sense of urgency in everything we did since we both had quit our jobs to focus on Spork Bytes. We did have to pick up some part-time evening/night gigs to make ends meet during that first year but luckily, it wasn’t too long before we partnered with our first restaurant, Khao San Thai, and that got us rolling with our first recurring large office client and proved that we had a viable business.Take us through the process of designing, prototyping, and manufacturing your first product.We continued to test various catering setups and equipment while simultaneously refining and improving our business model as we slowly booked more and more orders. I vividly remember the anxiousness and excitement Chris and I felt when we secured our first 100-person order, pacing around the garage and tinkering with different ideas to make the experience as seamless as possible for our new client.As business picked up we started to notice some gaps in the Portland catering business that we could take advantage of. It started with a lack of proper delivery equipment to keep the food hot or cold. Serving the food how our restaurant partners intended and how our clients expected was paramount so we invested in all of the proper equipment to keep the hot items hot and cold items cold during transport.Thanks to our garage “R&D” sessions we were able to develop a clean and logical way to set everything up in our client’s offices. Many delivery services simply drop off the food in leaky paper bags, leaving the office manager to fend themselves.We figured out what it took to create an efficient catering set up in a variety of office conditions, leaving the client with a spread that is as professionally presented as it is delicious. This extra step not only sets the tone for a more enjoyable meal but also saves the office staff significant time and energy, particularly when handling meals for larger teams.Another seemingly simple detail that was often overlooked was the labeling of food. We began producing custom labels for each item on the menu, including the name of the dish, a brief description and dietary tags such as vegan, gluten-free, nut-free, and more. It only took a little extra time to create but it was important to our clients and helped show them we were committed to providing them with a premium experience from start to finish.Describe the process of launching the business.Learning something new with every meal, we did our best to stretch our seed money - $15k loan from friends and family - as far as we could. Beyond the purchasing of the necessary catering equipment, we used that money to develop the Spork Bytes brand (logo, colors, taglines, etc.), build our first website, and create some basic sales and marketing materials such as flyers and rack cards.From the beginning, Chris and I did everything to operate and grow the business. Mornings would be spent finalizing logistics before heading off to handle deliveries. We would then spend the afternoons trying to expand our clientele by going door-to-door and engaging with local businesses.We operated this way throughout our whole first year of business before we reached a point where there were too many orders for us to fill on our own. At that time we began recruiting friends to help us with the deliveries for a couple of hours each day.It’s not unique to us but finding and retaining good people has been the most difficult part of running our business. Most of our employees are part-time delivery staff. We can only offer two or three hours of work each day, which means our employees usually need to have another job. As we’ve grown, our ability to provide more hours for our part-time staff has increased as we’ve expanded to offer catering for breakfast, happy hours and special events. As of August 2019, Spork Bytes employs seven full-time and 13 part-time employees.imageSince launch, what has worked to attract and retain customers?Providing superior customer service and being loyal to our partners are the pillars of the Spork Bytes philosophy. Many of our early clients were sourced through personal connections - friends working at big tech companies downtown, for example - and we continue to rely heavily on word-of-mouth and positive recommendations of clients.Knowing the value of a referral and the importance of a personal connection, every Spork Bytes client has a dedicated point of contact throughout the entire process. This concierge helps coordinate all of the necessary details and ensures a seamless experience from start to finish.In order to grow and scale as effectively as possible, we leveraged technology and invested in a web application that allows us to create custom proposals for our clients. Within the app, clients are able to easily view all of the details of their order, compare menus from several different restaurant partners and walk through the approval and confirmation process with ease.As our business grew it became apparent that bringing on a full-time developer would be the most cost-effective option so about two years ago we made this hire. Since then, we’ve continued to refine and improve our custom web app that helps us create client accounts, menus, invoices, and purchase orders, while also organizing the approval and confirmation process.The delivery logistics are also streamlined using a custom delivery driver interface. All of this backend work translates into a premium level of service for our clients.We’re fortunate that given the local nature of our business it isn’t critical for us to run national or even state-wide marketing or advertising campaigns. In fact, to date, we’ve spent less than $1,000 on advertising. Instead, we focus on cultivating an engaged community on social media. We have successfully and organically grown our Instagram account to nearly 5,000 followers, many of whom reside in the greater Portland area and fit our client profile.We recently hired a freelancer out of Los Angeles to assist with our marketing, content creation and SEO efforts. He runs the Spork Bytes blog where we publish one or two unique posts per month highlighting the happenings in and around Portland. This content, as well as other updates and news, are also shared via our email newsletter, which people can subscribe to here.Through starting the business, have you learned anything particularly helpful or advantageous?As I mentioned before, sourcing, managing and retaining employees has been the most difficult part of running our business. Since our deliveries require more than just dropping a bag of food at the front door, we have higher standards and rely on our staff to represent Spork Bytes in a professional manner.Early on, we explored the idea of having our restaurant partners perform the delivery and set up for us. We quickly learned that in order to maintain a consistently high level of service we needed to handle this in-house. While it would have saved us a considerable amount of time and stress not having to manage staff, I still believe this is the right decision to ensure a professional appearance and retain clients.What platform/tools do you use for your business?Early on, we explored the idea of having our restaurant partners perform the delivery and set up for us. We quickly learned that in order to maintain a consistently high level of service we needed to handle this in-house. While it would have saved us a considerable amount of time and stress not having to manage staff, I still believe this is the right decision to ensure a professional appearance and retain clients.We rely heavily on our developers to keep things running smoothly, especially online. In addition to our custom web app, we have incorporated a handful of tools to ensure an efficient business operation. These include the Google Suite, Asana, Intercom and most recently Zendesk. All of these tools integrate seamlessly with each other and help keep us organized without the need for purchasing expensive white-labeled software.What have been the most influential books, podcasts, or other resources?Personal growth and the impact that can have on small businesses is something Chris and I value. There are so many helpful resources available nowadays but I would say Dale Carnegie’s classic “How to Win Friends and Influence People” helped me come out of my shell early in my career and learn how to talk to people. That set me up well and made me much for comfortable when tackling a lot of the sales and business development activities for Spork Bytes.“Good to Great” by Jim Collins is a book that Chris and I have both read and was instrumental in forming some of the critical decisions we’ve made throughout the life of the business.In addition to the books mentioned above, we also frequently read, watch and listen to people like Tim Ferriss, Seth Godin, Jen Sincero and Simon Sinek. These folks, in addition to many more, have helped us cultivate ideas and develop the right mindset to be successful entrepreneurs.Advice for other entrepreneurs who want to get started or are just starting out?One of the most important things I’ve learned over the years is to manage expectations - yours and your team. Getting too hyped on your idea or business early on can lead to unrealistic expectations. I let that happen to me and I ended up taking some unnecessary risks early in my career. While it’s difficult, don’t let the highs be too high and lows too low.This same principle applies to employees. They need to know that you support and believe in them while setting expectations that they should be able to meet given their experience and skillset.If you set the bar too low, they may not perform to the level needed or produce anything special. Set overly ambitious and unrealistic goals and they will likely miss the mark, leaving you disappointed and having wasted valuable time and emotions. Stay as even keel as you can.The second piece of advice I would offer is to believe in what you’re selling. I don’t think this has to go as far as the cliche of “follow your passion,” however if you don’t genuinely believe that what you’re selling benefits those you are selling to, then achieving sustainable sales and longevity is going to be very difficult.Find something you believe in or learn how to believe in the thing you’ve already found. Then go and sell the shit out of it! Your belief will make them believe.Are you looking to hire for certain positions right now?We are always looking for part-time delivery drivers to join the team. Drivers have the opportunity to experience some of the best local restaurants and interact with people working in some of the fastest-growing companies in Portland. For the most part, we hire from within so advancement opportunities are plentiful and more positions will be opening as we continue to grow.Where can we go to learn more?People can visit us online at SporkBytes.com where they can check out our more than 60 Portland-area restaurant partners, catch up on the latest happenings on our blog, subscribe to our email list or join the conversation on Instagram. We look forward to hearing from everyone and maybe even serving some of you, too!If you have any questions or comments, drop a comment below!Liked this text interview? Check out the full interview with photos, tools, books, and other data.For more interviews, check out r/starter_story - I post new stories there daily.Interested in sharing your own story? Send me a PM

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Cures of and Commitment to Jesus

Bible Study Saturday!!!

Book of Matthew

8: 16-22

Verses typed out, as written in: The New Jerusalem Bible. The complete text of Ancient Cannon of the Scriptures with up-to-date introductions and notes.

Book of Matthew Chapter 8

A number of cures

16. That evening they brought Him many who were possessed by devils.

17. He drove out the spirits with a command and cured all who were sick. This was to fulfill what was spoken by the Prophet Isaiah:”

Unconditional commitment

18. When Jesus saw the crowd all about him He gave orders to leave for the other side.

19. One of the scribes then came up and said to Him, “Master, I will follow you where ever you go.

20. Jesus said, “foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of man has nowhere to lay his head.

21. Another man one of the disciples, said to him, “Lord, let me go and bury my father first.

22. But Jesus said, “Follow me, and leave the dead to bury their dead.”

Praise God on High!

The Thanksgiving Hymns

(retrieved from: Penguin Classics, The Complete Dead Sea Scrolls in English; pg 251, Translated with an introduction, by Geza Vermes)

Hymn 2 (formerly 24)

[I give Thee thanks]

because of the spirits which Thou hast given to me!

I[will bring forth] a reply of the tongue

Recount Thy righteous deeds,

And the forbearance…

And the works of Thy mighty right hand,

And [the pardon] and implore Thy mercy

[on my sins and wicked] deeds,

And on the perversity of [my heart]

For I have wallowed in uncleanness,

And have [turned aside] from the counsel [of Thy truth]

And I. Have not labored…

[For] Thine, Thine is righteousness,

And an everlasting blessing be upon Thy Name!

[According to] Thy righteousness,

Let [Thy servant] be redeemed

[and] the wicked be brought to an end.

For I have understood that [it is Thou who dost establish] the path of whomsoever Thou choosest;

Thou dost hedge him in with [true] discernment

That he may not sin against Thee,

And that his humility [may bear fruit]

Through Thy chastisement.

[Thou dost purify] his heart in [Thy trails].

[Preserve] Thy servant, [O God], lest he sin against Thee,

Or stagger aside doom any word of Thy will,

Strengthen the [loins of Thy servant that he may] resist the spirits [of falsehood, that] he may walk in all that Thou loves,

And despise all that Thou loathest,

[that he may do] that which is food in Thine eyes.

[Destroy] their [dominion] in my bowels,

For [within] Thy servant is a spirit of [flesh].

We pray this Forever and ever, in the name of our almighty savior; Yeshua Jesus Christ.

Amen.

A number of cures

16. That evening they brought Him many who were possessed by devils.

After healing Peter’s mother-in-law, many are brought to Jesus to rid them of “devils”.

I want to make sure we focus here on the word “devils”.

Please remember, “there is nothing new under the sun”.

How, the evil ones attack God’s people during Biblical times, the evil ones attack God’s people in present times.

When one sins, leads a filled life, or even request/invites demonic possession/presents in their life; this in many ways opens “doors” to the vil ones. The demons then have the legal spiritual right, to over take or attack that person. Sometimes, these demons or evil spirits; will even live within a person( for years). These evil ones control the host body; interior body, causing them to commit acts of evil. The acts of evil will be done sometimes without the host knowing, an evil act has been committed.

What’s also important to remember: satan, the evil ones, demon, and evil spirits; copy God. The evil ones gifts what unknowing people may think is a “blessing” from God. The evil ones give gifts, that if accepted by a person; can damn a person into unknowingly entering a covent with the kingdom of darkness.

satan and the many evil ones are: deceivers, misleaders, liars, jezebels(male and female), and wicked. Please always take any decision to God. Even if the decision is a date or a job……. to a move to …whatever.

Moving on with the Bible Study: Jesus for fills what was prophesied by the Prophet Isaiah. What was the prophecy told by the Prophet Isiah? Isaiah 53:4

People possessed by devils. (People being possessed by demons and devils is on the raise. Due to many factors, but some of the factors are: music, movies, drugs, alcohol, sinful living, and rituals.)

There are many types of devils: There are many kind of devils and evil spirits. The basic way to explain this as I have learned: for every good and Godly spirit, the evil ones have an evil spirit to attempt to combat the Kingdom of God. (I was going link a list of devils and demons, but it didn’t seem right. I pray, for those that seek out the list; which does exist in book and on the web, please pray over your eyes first.)

Just as God has Angels; the evil ones have dark angels. Just as God blesses his people; the evil ones “bless” those who willingly give themselves over into serve the kingdom of darkness.

17. He drove out the spirits with a command and cured all who were sick. This was to fulfill what was spoken by the Prophet Isaiah:”

Now please let’s focus the words, “drove out”.

I want to focus on these words a little. Why? Well, relating back to the possible meekness, that many try to portray of Jesus.

Does the words “drove out”, sound like an act that could be completed by someone that was; weak or meek. How about by someone soft spoken or a pushover?

I think not!!!

Who really believes that Jesus, was a soft speaking, gentle man when Jesus was casting out demons, and driving out devils from a possessed person?

Who really believes, that if previously Jesus was describe by those who witnessed Jesus teaching at the sermon on the Mount, “As one who spoke with authority, unlike the scribes.” That Jesus was not assertive and authoritative?

Please, who really believes that the evil ones could have been casted out by Jesus if he was whispering gently to the demons, evil ones, evil spirits, or devils?

Now of course our Saviors has all power and authority over the world both spiritual and natural. Jesus is everything wonderful, but also authority, commanding, and assertive.

Jesus has the ultimate faith. I believe faith is the power to all healings and casting out of evil ones. Why do I think this? Let’s keep reading.

Unconditional commitment

18. When Jesus saw the crowd all about him He gave orders to leave for the other side.

When Jesus saw the large crowds were forming, He gave an order for them to leave from the other side of the river.

This verse would possibly be better understood by reading: Matthew 8:5, but the multitude pressing him, he gave orders to pass over the sea of Galilee, otherwise called the sea of Tiberias, that both himself and the people might have a little rest.

(Retrieved from:https://biblehub.com/commentaries/matthew/8-18.htm, date 20190510)

This verse directly, mentions that the son of man find little rest. Little rest in service, little rest in the world, and little rest for the people of the world. But, this verse also stresses the fact that rest is important to everyone. Leading a stressful life, might hinder ones ability to properly focus and walk with Jesus.

Moving on: How do we know this mean those who choose to follow God and live a righteous life; will prove difficult?

Early Bible verse of the Book of Matthew.

Matthew 7:13-14 “Enter through the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the road broad that leads to destruction, and those who enter through it are many. 14. How narrow the gate and constricted the road that leads to life. And those who find it are few.

(Retrieved from:, https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+7%3A13-14&version=NABRE, date 20190510)

Book of Matthew 5:10 Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

(Retrieved from:https://www.biblehub.com/matthew/5-10.htm, date 20190510)

19. One of the scribes then came up and said to Him, “Master, I will follow you where ever you go.

Bold faith and honorable commitment: Does this possibly mean, that in order for the miracles that Jesus makes happen; the requirement those who want o be healed have to have faith or commitment too?

I ask this question because one common “theme”, I have noticed: Those who asked for healing, pleaded on behalf of others healing, or faith demanded healing; all had the commitment to seek Jesus and faith.

The commitment and faith were not separate from the action of the miracle that Jesus preformed. Those who wanted to be healed: believed that if they just got to Jesus; they could be healed. And, once they had decided in their hearts and minds; that a healing would take place, once they got to Jesus: those who wanted to be healed. Those who took up that faith in action with intention; to go out and find Jesus.

Once getting to Jesus: those who wanted to be healed spoke. But, all these actions from intention to being held started, with committing to their faith.

I guess one would have to ask the “other side off the coin: If someone wasn’t healed or took many tries to get healed; does this mean possibly, that person, who didn’t get healed not be healed due to lack of faith? Is one having strong faith important for healing and therefore; salvation?

But, not evil ones is stronger than Jesus; so how could many tries be needed; if a person who wanted to be healed was great in faith and commitment?

This makes sense to me: One, 1. needs to have faith and commitment. 2. Declare that Jesus is their Lord and Savior. 3. Thank the promises of God that will occur. 4.This ensures the healing power of Jesus.

What are the promises of God, if we accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior?

I’m glad you asked.

There are many promises of God.

In fact I love listening to the link below. Please, take a listen if you would like. Yes, verse are included and no I am not being paid to endorse and I am not affiliated, just sharing what I use to help me pray and meditate on God’s word.

Retrieved from YOUTUBE, Rivers In the Desert

Published on Dec 7, 2018, Promises of God; https://youtu.be/imJZlhOsPKM ,date 20190510)

I especially, reading the below link. I read this link over and over in times of concerns. Retrieved from: https://biblehub.com/psalms/9-10.htm, date 20190510)

As a side note: my favorite verse is: New International Version Psalm 9:10

“Those who know your name trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.”

This verse tell me, all I need to do is have faith and God is always deliver. AMEN!!!!

20. Jesus said, “foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of man has nowhere to lay his head.

Again Jesus, is preparing those who choose to follow him. Jesus, is letting those who willingly follow Him: the reward in heaven will be great, but on earth life will be difficult. This makes me wonder why so many Christian believe that because they follow God, walk with Jesus , and are filled with the Holy Spirit; that their life should be easier than any others?

Don’t get me wrong, I am in the same boat. When, in the past, something or people have come against me I have thought, “What is going on? I do the right thing. I live a righteous life (what I thought was righteous at the time. I now know the way I was living was of course not righteous at all.) So why is all this happening?

It wasn’t until years later (meaning recently), I have come to see person’s coming against me or “challenges” for what they are: Either it’s not my path to take or I shared some really good word from the Lord, or I have moved up (progressed) in my walk with Jesus, or I have successfully avoided an attack from the evil ones and now they are whinnying like little demonic babies.

So me being me most often looking on the bright side; I take attacks as a badge of honor and of course always take questions to God.

21. Another man one of the disciples, said to him, “Lord, let me go and bury my father first.

Burial rules of the dead in Biblical times:

Retrieved from: https://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/ancient-burial-practices, date 20190510)

Jewish tradition required and still required certain ceremonies and timelines for their dead. Link is provided above for those who would like to review the traditions.

22. But Jesus said, “Follow me, and leave the dead to bury their dead.”

I know some many be thinking here, “If Jewish traditions of burial were very strict during Biblical times, why would Jesus say, let the dead bury the dead?”

What I think, is important to remember is how we hear Jesus teachings and words, in present times, is not how Jesus words and teachings would have been heard during Biblical times.

We see this often cool meaning awesome, lit meaning awesome, and ‘ight meaning awesome.

During Biblical times, Jesus saying let the “dead bury their dead” would have meant, let those who don’t believe; bury those who don’t believe. Let those who don’t follow; bury those who don’t follow. Let those who are not God’s people; bury those who are not God’s people. Let sinners bury sinners…etc…

I know some might be thinking, “Wow, that was harsh.” Well, sometimes justice may seem harsh. Sometimes, justice maybe not be easily stomached. Sometimes the truth is difficult to hear and might hurt ones feelings.

Let us pray.

God, we pray togetherness. To God, we pray more more faith is bold faith. God, too we pray to not merely say words of prayer, but feel our words that we pray. God, thank you for the teachings of Yeshua. God, we pray that more and more of your children are able to recognize your voice.

God, we pray Christians unite and stop going against one another.

God, as always we pray for POTUS, Q, Q+++, and Patriots world wide that are fighting to rid this world of those who seek to destroy your agenda.

I pray God keeps everyone safe and blessed. We pray for the Prophets of today. Let them not stray from your word. Let them speak from you and leave ego at the alter.

In Yeshua Jesus Christ loving name.

Amen.

Prayer from 11 May, 2019

God, we pray to honor you with our service. Lord, we pray to have bold and surprising faith. God, we pray to do right your blessings that you have given and untrusted us with. We pray to glorify you with our works. Lord, we pray that our life bears witness to your glory.

Father, help us to be easily molded, less suborn, and more faithful.

Father, help us to think more of those who are in need and less of ourselves. God, help us to know your timing is for a purpose and we are to trust you more and more each day.

God, thank you for being a loyal and loving God to us.

God, as always we pray for POTUS, Q, Q+++, and Patriots world wide that are fighting to rid this world of those who seek to destroy your agenda.

I pray God keeps everyone safe and blessed. We pray for the Prophets of today. Let them not stray from your word. Let them speak from you and leave ego at the alter.

In Yeshua Jesus Christ loving name.

Amen.

RECAP: I will be using my The New Jerusalem Bible: The Complete Text of the Ancient Canon of the Scriptures with Up-to-Date Introductions and Notes. I purchased this Bible myself , with my own funds, after my own research of Study Bibles; from Amazon.. I have provided the link below incase anyone is interested. No, Im not paid or sponsor by this book, editors, or writers, or Amazon; I am just sharing information. (Plus, as a side note I personally don’t like it when information of where to look up reference with held when I am watching others on channels etc, so I try and provide the sources of which I am gathering information.)

The New Jerusalem Bible: The Complete Text of the Ancient Canon of the Script... https://www.amazon.com/dp/0385142641/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_U_x_IkJ0CbVKPKKT7 via @amazon

This is just me doing my part to share THE GOOD NEWS, from a study Bible new Christian study person view of the world, experiences, and study Bible sorts. So I completely understand any others interpretations, but this is my Study Bible Ministry, so obviously that interpretations I write with my views and applications to my life, from my life. I pray this helps others. I pray the Bible Studies, reach those who God’s intends and the way God intends. I pray I can help further God’s kingdom here on Earth.

I pray God be with us in our study and guide us to wisdom, knowledge, and discernment; for our souls shake. In Yeshua Jesus loving name. Amen. I will be going through this study bible book by book, verse by verse. While comments are welcomed, any negative and evil comments will not be tolerated(towards myself or others) by me.

I don’t aim to divide, but bring us together as sisters and brothers in Christ. I can accept different points of view, but evil words will never be tolerated or welcomed. It is ok to disagree, but not to attack. It is ok to have a different view or interpretations, but not to curse(spiritual definition).

And as always if others have information to add, or thoughts to be considered, please post in comments sections.

Thank you friends and Christian family.

Blessings,

Marie

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