#My followers have the patience of saints and I don't deserve them

[traumacatholic]

I was told there is a 50% chance I'll need a root canal that I just can't afford. I don't know how much more stress and humiliation I can take. prayers appreciated greatly.

I'm really sorry to hear this. It would also be worth looking into local and national charities and seeing if there's any that exist that can offer financial aid / support for dental treatments that are outside of your budget. I would imagine that there would be some support and advice for people in your position. Please also do consider reaching out to your local Church (or local Churches) and seeing if there's any kind of support and guidance they can provide. They might be able to signpost you to some kind of support, but at the very least having their prayers also can be of some great comfort and support.

I'm going to put some prayers under the readmore, that you might find to be of help

Prayers for all sick people

O Lord Almighty, healer of our souls and bodies, Who putteth down and raiseth up, Who chastiseth and health also; now, in Thy great mercy, visit our brothers and sisters who are sick. Stretch forth Thy hand that is full of healing and health, and raise them up, and cure them of their illness. Put away from them the spirit of disease and of every malady, pain and fever to which they are bound. And if they have sins and transgressions, grant to them remission and forgiveness, for Thou lovest humankind. Yea, O Lord my God, have pity on Thy creation, through the compassions of Thine only-begotten Son, together with Thine all-holy, good, and life-creating Spirit, with whom Thou art blessed, both now and ever, and to ages of ages.

Prayers for yourself in sickness

O Lord Jesus Christ our Saviour, the Physician of our souls and bodies, Who didst become Man and suffer death on the Cross for our salvation, and through Thy tender love and compassion didst heal all manner of sickness and affliction: do Thou, O Lord, visit me in my suffering, and grant me grace and strength to bear this sickness with which I am afflicted, with Christian patience and submission to Thy will, trusting in Thy lovingkindness and tender mercy. Bless, I pray Thee, the means used for my recovery, and those who administer them. I know, O Lord, that I justly deserve any punishment Thou mayest inflict upon me, for I have so often offended Thee and sinned against Thee in thought, word, and deed. Therefore, I humbly pray to Thee, look upon my weakness, and deal not with me according to my sins, but according to the multitude of Thy mercies. Have compassion on me, and let mercy and justice meet; and deliver me from the sickness and suffering I am undergoing. Grant that my sickness may be the means of my true repentance and amendment of my life according to Thy will, that I may spend the rest of my days in Thy love and fear; that my soul, being helped by Thy grace and sanctified by Thy holy mysteries, may be prepared for its transition to the eternal life and there, in the company of Thy blessed saints, may praise and glorify Thee with Thy Eternal Father and Life-giving Spirit. Amen.

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O Holy Father, heavenly Physician of the body and soul, Who hast sent Thine Only-begotten Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, to heal ailments and deliver us from death; do Thou heal me, Thy servant, of all suffering, and restore me to health by the grace of Thy Divine Son, through the intercessions of our Most Holy Queen Ever-virgin Mary, the Mother of God, and all the saints. For Thou art the Fountain of all cure, O Lord, and we give thanks to Thee, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, now and forever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer for Protection

O Lord, Thou who steadied the hand of Peter as he began to sink on the stormy sea, if Thou are with me, no one is against me. Grant to me the shield of faith and the mighty armor of the Holy Spirit to protect me and guide me to do Thy will. The future I put into Thy hands, O Lord, and I follow Thee to a life in Christ. Amen

Prayers for Oneself in Time of Need

Almighty God, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, come to my help and deliver me from this difficulty that besets me. I believe Lord, that all trials of life are under Your care and that all things work for the good of those who love You. Take away from me fear, anxiety and distress. Help me to face and endure my difficulty with faith, courage and wisdom.

Grant that this trial may bring me closer to You for You are my rock and refuge, my comfort and hope, my delight and joy. I trust in Your love and compassion. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Prayer for Oneself in Times of Sickness

O Lord, Healer of our bodies and souls, visit me with Your loving-kindness and stretch forth Your hand of healing. Raise me up from this bed of sickness, and heal me of all disease, pain, and fever that is binding me. We bless and honour You, our most holy Father, gracious Son, and life-creating Spirit, both now and forever. Amen. Almighty God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, because You love mankind, pity Your creation. Your only-begotten Son taught us that not even the smallest sparrow falls to the ground without Your knowledge. We pray to You for Your servant [name here], for the healing of body and soul. Calm me with confidence in the fullness of Your love. To You belongs all our praise and worship, to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer to St. Spyridon of Trimythus

O most blessed hierarch Spyridon, thou great Saint of Christ and glorious wonder-worker!

Standing in heaven before the throne of God with choirs of Angels, look down with a compassionate eye upon the people gathered here (names may be added) and asking thy powerful help.

Entreat the merciful kindness of God Who loveth mankind, that He judge us not according to our iniquities, but rather act towards us according to His mercy.

Ask for us of Christ our God, a peaceful and serene life, health of soul and body, a fruitful earth, and in all things abundance and prosperity; that we turn not unto evil the good things bestowed upon us by our generous God, but rather unto His glory and the praise of thine intercession.

Deliver us, who with unswerving faith approach God, from all ills, whether spiritual or physical; from all discouragements and diabolical snares.

Be a consoler unto those in sorrow, a healer of the infirm, a helper of those in troubles, a coverer of the naked, a defender of widows, a protector of orphans, a nourisher of infants, a strengthener of the aged, a guide unto travellers, a compass to those that sail, and pray for all that seek thy mighty intercession, that they may receive all that is profitable unto their salvation: so that, taught and kept by thy prayers, we may attain eternal rest and together with thee glorify God, Who is One in the Holy Trinity, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages.

Prayer to Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker

Hierarch and father, O most holy Nicholas, thou extraordinary Saint of the Lord, our loving defender and ready helper in sorrows everywhere: help us sinners and hapless ones in the present life: entreat the Lord God to grant us remission of all of our sins, that we have committed from our youth and all our life, by deed, word, though and all our senses; and in the passing of our souls, help us wretched ones; entreat the Lord God and Maker of all creation, to deliver us from trials in the air and eternal torment: that we may alway glorify the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and thy merciful intercession, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer in Time of Trouble 

O God, our help and assistance Who is just and merciful, and Who hears the supplications of Your people, look down upon me.  Have mercy upon me and deliver me from the trouble that besets me.  Deal not with me after my sins, but according to Your bountiful mercies, for I am the work of Your hands and You know my weakness. Grant me, I beseech You, Your divine helping grace, and endow me with patience and strength to endure my tribulations with complete submission to Your Will.  You know my misery and suffering and to You, my only hope and refuge, I flee for relief and comfort.  Trusting in Your infinite love and compassion, I know that in due time, when You know best, You will deliver me from this trouble and turn my distress into comfort.  I shall rejoice in Your mercy and exalt and praise Your Holy Name, of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, forever.  Amen.

[justmeinadaze]

Inside of Her Head (Steve X You)

A/N: This is just a little thing I wrote real quick. I'm actually experiencing this right now with my brain going a mile a minute. I literally spent 15min telling my roommate I don't want her to leave my side because I'm afraid something is going to happen to her or she's going to leave. My therapist says that's my inner child...some stuff we've been working on *sigh*. But my roommate suggested I channel this energy into something creative and thus you get this...this is what I wold love rn. Steve just holding me till I calm down and then watching a movie with me till I fall asleep <3.

Warnings: Reader experiencing an anxiety (manic) attack; Steve helps her through it

Word Count: 803

Steve comes home from work to a spotless apartment and he’s immediately on edge. Most people would be happy to come home to a clean space but not for him. When the home is this organized, something is wrong. 

“Y/N, baby? Where are you?”

No one responds but he knows you’re here, promptly going on the hunt. It doesn’t take him long to find you sitting on the bathroom floor with your knees to your chin and your hands twirling your hair as your blank eyes disassociate through him. 

You two have prepared for moments like this; you warned him when he moved in. It still doesn’t take away the guilt that bubbles in your stomach when you finally notice him as he places himself on the floor cross-legged in front of you. 

“Hey, Stevie. When…When did you get home?”

“A couple of minutes ago.”, he answers softly as his eyes continue to scan you over. “How was your day, honey?”

Your hands shake in front of you as your fingers seem to drum the air, moving without any real thought as your anxious eyes sift through memories. 

“It was good. It was good. I-I-I cleaned. I had only meant to clean the kitchen but then I thought you would want to relax in the living room when you got home so I tidied up in there but then I noticed your movies were out of whack and I thought it would be fun to organize them buy genre for our next movie night. When I finished that, I was going to lay down and nap but I couldn’t stop thinking about how the bathroom has been really messy lately and you know how I’ve been slacking on that…”

Steve listened to your rambling with the patience of a saint. Your lips were moving a mile a minute but he didn’t need to follow everything to know what was going on. Some days your brain just wasn’t 100%. Some days the medicine didn’t always help or something triggered an episode for you that had you like this. 

You tried explaining it to him before but he never truly understood until he experienced one with you himself. You sobbed on the bedroom floor, crying about fears that he would never allow to happen. He didn’t know you during your trauma so he couldn’t be there for you then but he could definitely keep you safe now physically and emotionally. 

“Baby girl, look at me.”, he cooed as he placed his palms out for you to take, grinning when you did. “I want you to inhale for me. That’s my good girl…and exhale. Good.”, he soothed as his thumbs tenderly massaged your skin. 

“Everything got so loud, Steve. I couldn’t…”, you shook your head as the tears fell before he scooted a bit closer to where you were.

“What triggered it this time? Do you know?”

You shook your head again. 

“I just…had this voice in my head…that says I don’t deserve you. That you’re going to leave me here alone just like everyone else. Today…it was so loud…”

“It’s ok, sweetheart. Breathe in again for me…and out again. Good, pretty girl. You’re doing so good.”, he smiled as he reached up to caress your cheek before taking your hand again. “Y/N, I love you so much. I’ve never met another girl like you in my entire life. You are beautiful, sweet, so talented and so smart, baby. There’s no one in the world more perfect for me than you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Once your breathing had slowed, Steve collected you into his arms and held you to his chest as he kissed your forehead. 

“I’m sorry I’m such a nuisance. I don’t mean to be.”

“You’re not, honey, I promise. Your parents are the nuisances…making you think you aren’t enough. You are more than enough, baby. You’re everything to me and I’m always going to be here to take care of you.”

You two sat like that till your anxiety passed and you finally felt safe. After kissing his lips, he guided you into the shower where he cleaned you and washed your hair before putting you in your most comfortable pajamas and carrying you out onto the couch. 

“How about I make some dinner and we watch something EXTREMELY violent?”

You giggle as he widens his eyes and you nod. While he’s making dinner, he brings you your favorite drink and turns on one of the sitcoms that makes you laugh until everything is ready. 

“Steve. Thank you…for everything. I love you to, baby.”

Tilting his body to kiss your lips, he playfully rustles your hair and throws a blanket over your legs. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’m always going to be here for you; good days and bad.”

[dalliansss]

Angbang + the lady over there just asked if we were a couple." "well, we did just kiss." "i know but it's still cool that we've finally been asked, don't you think?"

That woulds be nice I think

love paradise - summer vacation scenarios for your otp

Mairon trails after Melkor impatiently with the patience of a saint, smartphone in hand. They are both clad for winter -- scarves and coats and gloves -- and Mairon really, really needed to be elsewhere, but he does not know why every time Melkor calls, he picks up, and ninety percent of the time he still accompanies the other.

This cold afternoon it's to look for a new coffee machine. Melkor told him his old DeLonghi thing finally broke and he needed to buy a new one.

Mairon wondered why he would be the companion of the hour. But he drove over anyway to pick up Melkor from his posh tower and here they find themselves, looking up and down an entire aisle with coffee machines on offer.

There is a sales associate trailing after them, blessed with infinite patience and practiced smiles. She had been making suggestions but Melkor never paid heed; Melkor was like that -- if he needed your opinion, he would ask you himself. So, Mairon, being wiser, simply followed while checking his phone and replying to people.

"Excuse me, are you a couple?" the sales associate asked Mairon. Mairon freezes. He half-turns to her, giving her a side-eye she probably does not deserve. He is about to answer her, to fuck off and mind her own business, but Melkor saunters over bearing a fireman-truck-red Smeg drip coffee machine. He kisses Mairon's ginger hair.

The sales associate pinks, and she stammers an offer to get him a new stock of the machine he chose for himself, taking the display unit from Melkor's hands.

She scampers down the aisle, leaving them alone. Mairon returns to his texting.

"That question came a bit late, don't you think?" Melkor muses. "Still, it is nice to be asked."

It is not known to many that it has been years since they amicably parted. They remained friends, however. Melkor even takes it upon himself to 'inspect' people Mairon was seeing.

Recently, though, Mairon was intent on this very popular pop idol. Blond. Gorgeous face. Blue eyes. Billboard 100 top hit, 24M views on YouTube in 24 hours kind of thing.

"Yes, it's nice. Are you sure about that drip coffee machine? How about get a grinder too while you're at it?" Mairon drawls lazily.

"What would I need a grinder for?" Melkor quirks eyebrows up at him.

"So you stop complaining that coffee beans rarely come ground. Get a grinder in a matching color," says Mairon.

"Very well then, when your best friend comes back," Melkor says easily.

Mairon rolls his eyes so hard he could have rolled them all the way to Saturn.

"You're hopeless, Melkor." "I know. It's why I keep you around despite the divorce." "You owe me dinner," says Mairon, disgruntled to the high heavens. "I could have went out with my date." "Psh. Abandon your cutesy pop idol for now. He'll survive without you." "I want that restaurant by the 45th. Lobsters." "Lobsters it is."

[faiirytalcs]

cont'd from here. @dbldipper

dipper couldn't help but thank the universe for allowing him to breathe a little easier right now, sinking more comfortably into her couch and pressing his temple further into his knuckles. despite the little jabs the other was throwing his way, dipper felt more comfortable with pacifica right now than he had been in what felt like a long time, and it eased his nerves to see her a bit less guarded towards him. why he wanted her to open up so bad was beyond him, and he rolled his eyes in northwest-fashion at her playful inquiry; "both," he groaned in response. him and mabel were always incredibly competitive growing up, it happened with siblings... but being twins, it made things a bit more complicated. dipper always imagined himself being all the things he needed to be in order to keep her safe; having a disadvantage in the height department was NOT something that he was thrilled about. fun was poked at him for it, from both other kids and mabel herself, but dipper eventually sprouted into the beanstalk of a man he was now. "i passed her eventually," he commented pointedly, grinning, lifting a hand to brush the 'dust' off his shoulders and then give himself an assuring pat on the back. yeah dipper, you DID grow. atta boy. "oh, no... 90% of the bitching you did do was directed at me... but i deserved it most of the time, so i can't really blame you." at her following words dipper painted a amorous expression on his face and put his palm to his heart; "pacifica northwest, that has to be one of the nicest things you've ever said to me...." and then, slowly, he picked up one of the throw pillows sitting besides him and playfully tossed it at her. "i'm sure there's some guy out there that's got the patience of a saint for you," he played along, unable to wipe the grin from his face.

"Sounding a little misogynistic there, Dipstick. You know women can be taller than men, right?" Paz pointed out, not worried he'd actually take her seriously. Considering the men out there, he definitely wasn't one of the ones she was worried about. Hell, he could even be considered one of the good ones. She didn't clock the pillow coming at her until it'd made contact and her mouth fell open in an overly dramatic way. "Did you just throw at pillow at me? In my own house?" Grabbing the squishy weapon, the blonde threw it back at him, forgetting for a second that her aim in real life sucked and there were breakable things around. "Yeah, I'm sure...haven't managed to find them yet," she admitted with a roll of her eyes. She wasn't entirely worried. Even if she hadn't found the person she'd end up with, Paz had managed to find enough people to keep her entertained

TIME JUMP

Finally able to control her laughter, Paz raised her arms above her in a stretch, back popping in a couple of places as her body tried to tell her she'd been in the same spot for way too long. Not surprising time had flown by - something she realized when the bottle of wine she'd opened had run dry and the two of them had somehow made it back to some stories they'd both promised to never tell again. "Shit, it's almost four. I don't think I've stayed up this late outside of gaming in years." Gaming or fucking if she was honest. "Do you - you can stay on the couch if you want, it'd be super bitchy of me to tell you to walk home now."

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Hey, I'm following you for a while now. Unfortunately I haven't commented on your post as much as you would deserve it. I'm a lazy and quiet follower. So please forgive me and accept my apologies Well! Since I'm still quite new I hope this function is the right one. How about a short head Canon with the lovely Sir Jacob Frye? After a spying mission, which he of course doesn't fancy much. Some soothing is in order ;)

Hello there! I remember you! :) But please, don't feel bad if you haven't commented much or anything like that, it's perfectly fine! There are times where I'm not very active on here either, so don't feel pressured to be, okay? You have absolutely nothing to apologize for!

Anyway! I want to thank you for your patience with me in finishing this piece. It has been a good while since I've written anything for Jacob, so it took me a little time to get back into the right headspace for it. Nevertheless, it was nice to be able to write something warm and comforting for him, so thank you for giving me the opportunity to do so! I do hope you (and anyone else who reads this) like this! ^_^

December 1887, Whitechapel

“Well, look what Jack Frost blew in,” you smiled cheerfully as a familiar figure trudged towards the counter in the pub you worked in, the older man’s boots tracking in some of the slushy snow from outside.

“Hello, love,” he greeted, though not as enthusiastically, as he leaned over the counter and kissed your cheek.

“Gracious, Jacob! You’re freezing!” you exclaimed, jumping a little when you felt the tip of his cold nose against your skin. “What have you been doing with yourself?”

“Just been perched in one place for nearly forty-five minutes, investigating some rumors of trouble a few streets away,” he grumbled, albeit quietly, so others wouldn’t hear his business. “I’m still stiff.”

You gave him a sympathetic smile. “Here, let me get you some broth; that’ll warm you right up.”

“You’re an absolute saint,” he sighed with gratitude as you stepped over to a nearby pot that simmered over a small fire. After removing his gloves and quickly rifling his half-numb fingers around in his pocket, he managed to produce a few coins.

“Just doing my duty of keeping my best customer from freezing to death,” you chuckled in return as you handed him a plate with the large cup of broth and a slice of bread on it, before taking the money from him.

Noticing a look on his face that suggested he was about to question part of your statement, you pressed your lips to his ear with a whisper of, “My shift is just about done. Go wait for me by the fireplace, dearest, and I’ll join you promptly.”

Hearing the term of endearment, he closed his eyes and gave another little sigh as he nuzzled his cool cheek against yours, relief flooding through his chest at the reassurance that he was your lover first and the establishment’s customer second.

Not long after, the two of you had settled in front of the pub’s large fireplace, with Jacob sitting in the lone armchair that was by it and sipping at his broth, while you sat on the chair’s arm next to him, gently combing your fingers through his damp hair as you listened to him complain some more about his less than pleasant morning.

“You just keep enjoying your broth and let me take care of you, eh?” you eventually told him as you stood up and stepped behind the chair, before bringing your hands to his shoulders with the intent of massaging them.

“God, what I wouldn’t give for a hot bath right now,” he groaned as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, his shoulders finally relaxing as you began rubbing them.

“Well...it just so happens that the busted bathtub upstairs was finally replaced,” you remarked in a casual voice, “and I must say, this one’s bigger than the last...”

After a moment, Jacob slowly turned his head and looked up at you with his eyebrows raised, making you wonder if his brain had been so addled by the cold that he missed your obvious hint entirely; but that question was soon put to rest when you saw a smile appear on his lips for the first time that morning.

[arcadejohn127-9]

What if Mc was a person who don't take shit from anyone, demon human or Angel, and just was this small sassy piece of dynamite? How’d everyone react?

MC who takes no shit - brothers + undateables

Satans pact and chapter 16 spoilers

Lucifer:

So you've chosen death

This man can't even handle the smallest sign of defiance

an actual bitch boy

"You are here because you were picked to attend, you were listed to be under my care, this is MY house! You follow MY rules-"

"hold that for a second, I'm calling Dia."

He's so easy to rile up

You feed off his quick temper, he makes it too easy

But he deserves it

Too many times he thinks he can just control you and his brothers

You've cut Mammon down from the ceiling, when faced to Lucifer you just handed him the rope

"If you want someone to hang so much, do it yourself, old man, it is your fault after all - if you didn't leave your cursed valuables lying around Mammon would of never tried to steal them and get himself cursed."

Mammon:

He both scared of you and in awe of you

He's surprise you're still alive at this point

Of course you're alive, the great Mammon is looking after you

You have definitely called him out for being a tsundere

"So, you wanna make out or do you wanna keep yammering on?"

"I- You can't just be saying that to demons!! Why would I wanna kiss some human-"

"Kay, I'm going to go see if Levi wants to-"

"WAIT! DON'T DO THAT!"

Whenever he steals something from you or the others, you go on a man hunt

"Sell your own stuff! You always have something new in there! or are you that scummy and bad with money you need to steal off others ?"

Please have some mercy with him

In general, finds your sassy attitude interesting, always wonders what the new comment or roast will be

Levithan:

Scared and in awe but times it by 10

Is mostly terrified because you make him upset

Didn't expect to be called a guilt tripping bitch

"You're busy? I get it, I mean - why would you ever want to spend time with someone like me? I'm just some nobody, a yucky otaku who no one wants to be around-"

"I get having a low self esteem but shitting on yourself at EVERY given chance and then go on to be about how yucky and worthless you are when I just wanna spend time with someone else?! You can fuck right off!"

He thinks you're a delinquent, has gotten you a cool jacket so you can put it over your shoulders

You can pat him on the back for at least being able to stand up for himself, he's always ready to brawl and never shys away from calling his brothers out

Always lets you wear his headset and just watches as you cuss and sass any petty player

Satan:

It seems you keep choosing death

You wanna get sassy and back talk the literal embodiment of wrath????!

So - do you want be buried or cremated?

You take none of his shit

He respects it just as much as he hates It

We all know he has good control over his anger but there's a limit on how much of your attitude he can stand

"You're so petty, do you have to be a smart-ass about everything?"

"that's rich coming from the guy who threatened to cut off my limbs because I wouldn't make a pact wth him."

When he doesn't respond you just nod to yourself, checking your nails

"Yeah that's what I thought."

If he needs to come up with a good come back he always asks you

Sits back and watches you argue with Lucifer

Asmodeus:

He loves it until you call him out

Didn't expect to get psychologically profiled

"At first I thought you were just a narcissist but now I see you're just a Insecure man who placed his value on his looks and how people perceive him-"

" You can't seem to handle any type of bad press about you-"

"Oh? Did you make yourself look bad then blame it on someone else because they just wanted to do what they please? Oh boo hoo!"

You could end this man's career with a single word

But, if you're 'no shit' attitude is targeted to someone else? He's all over it

Will sigh dreamily and watch you chew Someone out

Unless you get super roasty and rude - he encourages you to talk to him with an attitude

"You're so hot when you talk like that~"

Knows you aren't all sass, he definitely enjoys your more softer side

Will invite you to a sleep over so you two can gossip and rant over a bottle of wine and do a mini spar

Beezlebub:

What prompted you to be this sassy? He's baby!

I mean, he did throw a fit when you ate his custard and destroyed your room

Sure, constant hunger is painful but he can survive without one custard

Yeah- he can be up for roasting and being chased out

"You've told me you literally want to eat me! How is that comforting?! You're hunger tantrums are already bad enough but now I know I could be on the menu?"

"No thanks! Do the hokey pokey and turn your goofy ass around!"

Has a habit of being your stool, he doesn't mind really, finds it pretty adorable actually

You're so small compared to demons so when a gym jock is being rude about you or Beel

You just snap your fingers and he'll sit down, hunch over and put his hands over his head

You'll just step on his palms (you take off your shoes angrily whilst telling the jock demon to not move an inch) and just go off

He understands where alot of your cusses come from, he agrees with you and feels guilty on his behaviour

Really likes it when you stand up for him; normally no one does that because he's such a big guy

Belphie does it but things can be abit disheartening when your twin Is the only one rushing to help you

Belphegor:

You know what? Understandable, please, fire away

Just keep making jokes and references to all the bad things he's done

He needs to be put in his place

The dude has literally killed you! If you weren't going to give him an earful when you recovered then what was the point?!

This man is one of many bastards in this school

Either watches you go off on people or sleeps mid arguement to stop hearing you call him out

"I'm innocent, I haven't done a single thing wrong in my life."

"wELL-"

He will always respect you for looking out for his twin, when he can't do anything he always looks to you to step in

Has held things out of your reach just to watch you get mad

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

You've chosen a fate worse than death at the cost of sassing a pure man

He gets upset but is very understanding, it's his companions who will handle your fate

I honestly, CANNOT, think of a reason you'd want to be sassy or rude to him

If it's just in general and not meant to offend him; he thinks it's very attractive

You've got a silver tongue and able to make a comment without much thought

Very impressive

His type is Lucifer very simple

You'd call him out for letting dangerous behaviour happen at the school and putting loads of faith into Lucifer

Perhaps point out how reckless inviting humans to a demon realm - who could easily be killed if they don't have an escort with them at all times

But other than that? He's safe

Barbatos:

He is your executioner

He can handle a jab

But he will remind you he was the one who saved you if you get too out spoken with him

that only gets him more cussed out though

"So you're aware of pretty much every event that happens, Right?"

"You could say that."

"Then shouldn't you use those abilities to then help anyone and stop all sorts of tragedies?"

"My Lord has stopped me from using my powers freely."

OKAY THAT'S SOMETHING YOU CAN CUSS DIA OUT ON

In general, you just make comments about how vague he is

He's too mysterious that it's just ridiculous

You want to get to know him but he just gives you that smug look and amused laughter

Solomon:

Can you really be blamed for being Sus of him?

He's so suspicious, for what?! For what reason?!

He doesn't like being called old? Depending how disrepectful you wanna be, you like to use the nickname "Grandpa Solo"

"I'm surprised you aren't actually some evil Wizard trying to get the brothers pacts so you can be the most powerful human alive and take over the Devildom."

"Who says I'm not?"

He's witty and smug

You're sassy and explosive

You're a duo that should be feared

The two powerful humans banding together? I'm sure there's a website on the two of you with theories of your evil plans

Simeon:

Finds your attitude delightful!

Didn't want his kindness to annoy you but it did, sometimes it is a crime to be Too nice

His favoured company are all sassy bastards so it only makes sense he likes you very much

"You gave them bangles that made them into SAINTS! that's fucking weird! And you had them turn into angels despite the fact they have truama from heaven!"

as mischievous as Simeon can be

His angelic nature really does pop out alot

"aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to go ape-shit?"

"Of course not, there's no need but thank you for worrying about me, I know I can seem force and strange to you but I really do enjoy being kind to others."

"disgusting."

Almost fought him during the TSL event; you didn't expect him to do a 360 and become super strict

Despite your hard shell you care alot about the people you're close with and can't stand to see them upset

Luke:

It appears you're trying to throw hands with a 10 year old

He does seem demonphobic

Why are you always denying your true feeling??!! Just admit you like demons!

You try not to swear and be outwardly rude Infront of him

But sometimes this little boy really tests your patience

"Okay species-ist."

Is your main response when he's being a tsundere

He's the one who's the safest from your attitude

[tulipwritings]

Let you see the heart that's inside ✧ II

Pairing: The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova x Reader (Sun Summoner)

Note: Decided to make this a little bit of a slow burn, sorry about that, but we're slowly getting there. I hope you still like it. I'll make sure your patience will be rewarded.

Warnings: Violence, blood, mention of abuse.

(Gif's not mine)

It has been a rather sleepless night for you. You kept waking up, feeling restless and even though you were tired you had a hard time falling back asleep again. You didn't know how to feel about Pyotr. You were angry and still you didn't hate him. You wished you could, things would be easier that way. Instead you were deeply disappointed in the betrayal of your friend. Him abusing you still didn't feel real somehow, it was as if your head knew what he had done but you couldn’t quite feel it in your heart. There was no anger to numb your pain.

You heard a soft knock on the door and a servant entered your room, serving you breakfast as the Darkling had ordered. She was about to leave again when you reached out for her hand, making her stop.

"Do you know why I shouldn't be at breakfast with the others?" you asked confused. You had no idea why the Darkling didn't want you to eat with the other Grisha. Maybe you were held captive, even though he denied it. The servant shook her head in silence and you let go of her hand so she could leave. Of course the servants didn't know, the Darkling was withdrawn enough to avoid rumors. The other Grisha probably wouldn't ever get to know what happened.

What would happen to Pyotr? Would he waste away in the dungeon of the Little Palace or would the Darkling teach him a lesson and soon the Heartrender would continue his life as if nothing had happened? You weren't sure what you wished for.

✧・✧・✧・✧

The Darkling entered the great hall, relieved that you listened to him and didn't join the others. The Grisha sitting at their tables, chattering only seconds ago, went silent once they got sight of the Darkling in his black kefta crossing the room. He was a rare sight at meals, he barely ate with them and if he was seen only because he entered the war room right behind his reserved seat at the main table.

But this time he stopped in front of the table, turning around to face the others. He didn't have to ask for their attention, they were all ears before he had even spoken.

"The Little Palace is supposed to be a place of safety for Grisha." he started, his voice cold but with a touch of annoyance. "I myself fight for Grisha to be safe everyday. Neither the Fjerdans nor the Shu Han will witness mercy. But worse than attack of the enemy is betrayal of the own kind. There has been an incident yesterday that won’t be tolerated." He lifted his hand, waving someone in with two fingers. "Bring him in."

The Grisha turned to the main entrance, gasping as they saw Pyotr in chains walked in by Ivan.

Once Pyotr stood next to the Darkling, Ivan kicked his knees making them buckle, pushing him down on his shoulder so he knelt on the floor. Pyotr was drenched in sweat, shaking as he muttered pleadingly, too scared to actually speak loud enough to be understandable.

"Ivan." The Darkling commanded without further explanation. Ivan positioned himself in front of Pyotr, grabbing the chains so Pyotr's arms were stretched out.

"Let me show you what happens to traitors." the Darkling offered, still standing besides Pyotr now turning towards him. Then he summoned the Cut.

Pyotr cried out in pain as his severed hands fell to the ground. His screams and the raised row among the Grisha were deafening until the Darkling, without a single emotion on his face, raised his hand and the whole room fell silent — scared and in shock.

"You have nothing to fear unless you decide to betray your own kind. This is what happens to traitors." He paused, slowly stepping in front of Pyotr who still knelt in the pool of his own blood, crouching down so only Pyotr could hear his following words. His voice had been calm as he spoke to the crowd but now it was hateful.

"I made sure you won't touch my Sun Summoner ever again. But now I'll make sure you won't be close to (Y/N) ever again... and even the end of the world would still be too close."

Pyotr pleaded desperately. The Darkling didn't care, anger boiled up inside of him, imagining how the Heartrender touched you. He summoned another Cut beheading Pyotr.

The room stayed silent this time, no one dared to make a sound.

"This is what happens if it's personal." the Darkling ended his speech and left the room.

✧・✧・✧・✧

Once you heard the screams you couldn’t sit still in your room anymore. You needed to know what's going on, so you decided to wait for the Darkling in front of his room. When he stepped towards you, you noticed how angry he was. Well, I'm not a captive, I'm free to leave my room, you thought.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in your room?" he snarled, trying to calm down as he was still angry, even though he had vent his spleen on Pyotr already.

"Actually you told me not to have breakfast with the others, Dictator Kirigan." you answered snappily. You could have sworn there was a smile in the corner of his mouth for a second but it vanished right away. He opened his door, inviting you inside with a move of his arm.

Once the door was shut again, you couldn’t wait any longer. "What happened?"

"Pyotr got what he deserved." he answered calmly.

"D-did you kill him?" you stuttered as it slowly dawned on you.

"I cut off his hands and beheaded him." he stated honestly. His hands were clasped behind his back, he nodded once as if he told you something casual about his day. Yet his dark eyes were focused on you, studying your reaction. It almost seemed like he was careful.

"You did what?!" you cried out, feeling like you had to throw up, holding onto the table next to you, scared to pass out. "Saints..." Panic overwhelmed you, suddenly it was hard to breathe. "All of this is my fault. It-It's my fault... if I hadn't told you, he'd still be alive, maybe all of this is a huge mistake, maybe he actually thought I wanted it... what did I do..."

"(Y/N), look at me... look at me." he said concerned but you didn't listen, choking on your own tears, the panic clenching around your heart.

Suddenly he invaded your space, cupping your face in his hands and finally making you look right into his raven eyes. "I said look at me! You didn't give him your consent. He abused you, it’s not a mistake and he got what he deserved. It's his fault and deep down you know it. But if your heart doesn't know it yet because it still feels for him as a friend and you need to be angry at someone, say it's my fault. I killed him, hate me. But don't you dare do this to yourself."

You calmed down and air flowed through your lungs again. It was as if time had stopped when you got lost in the Darkling's eyes. What's hidden behind their darkness? Only days ago you despised him but now you weren't sure anymore if you could actually hate him.

[slavicafire]

hi zmija! I love your blog so much and I really appreciate the patience and gentleness you give. I know people sometimes treat this blog like therapy for free and I don't want you to think I'm doing that. But I was wondering if you've ever been in a position where you've doubted yourself in your practice? like seriously stumbling around in the dark not sure if the gods can't hear you or you can't percieve them or they just are ignoring you. nothing you're doing is working or even evokes any kind of reaction, no signs, nothing to tell you what you did wrong and you don't know what happened. like a child of god left on the floor of a taco bell. Have you ever been there? What would you do?

thank you so much for your kind words -- they mean a lot, especially on such a cold and freezing day.

and yes, oh yes -- many times and for quite long periods of time, especially back when I haven’t found the thrill yet but instead toiled and suffered to find definite answers and proof more than signs. let me ramble for a moment and perhaps you’ll find something useful here. let us hope.

I grew up catholic -- to an extent I can hardly bring myself to sum up here once again -- and that taught me to pray and obey, thank and demand, follow rules and check boxes from a very long list of things that god and saints and everyone else require you to do. what this meant, too, was that if my prayers were left unanswered and my pleas unfullfilled, it simply meant the fault was on my end: I did not pray enough, I chose the wrong prayer or the wrong time or the wrong place, or my heart and head weren’t in it enough, or maybe I’ve sinned too much, or maybe I simply was a horrible and wasteful mortal pile of decaying nonsense which did not deserve the Absolute’s attention.

no matter the gods you believe in, the above is not the case -- which is clear for many, but sometimes these strange assumptions still lurk somewhere in our minds, trying to spread and take root. 

and so I’ve changed paths, my heart cried out to the old ones, to a multitude of wonderful yet fallible divinities -- and even though I’ve found joy there, I still blamed myself for this feeling of unfullfilment, for this abandonment, for this lack of clear signs. and then I blamed them -- maybe they don’t exist, maybe I’m an utter fool, maybe none of this is worth anything!? -- and I embarked on the exhausting and counterproductive quest of finding hard proof, seeking clear signs, demanding and challenging and generally wasting my breath and time on an endevour that brought me only bitterness and kept relentlessly stabbing the rational part of my brain. because believing in some ancient gods, well, it’s not exactly maths, is it? not really a science you can get behind or experiment which proves anything... maybe it makes no sense at all.

and then (and it took me so so long to realise that) I understood that most of these doubts.... don’t matter. hard proof doesn’t matter. overthinking brings annoyance and wastes your time which could be spent on kissing someone, or dancing, or eating something nice. 

instead I started seeking the thrill -- a concept I ramble hopelessly about on this blog and one half of you must tire of already -- and it truly helped me set in my path and find fullfilment in it.

I found the thrill in elaborate prayers and beautiful, terrifying rituals -- and without the lurking expectation to be heard and acknowledged they brought me more joy, and good gods, they brought me answers and a sense of connection. no hard proof, no -- no clear and echoing grand voices of old gods in the night -- but whispers, heartbeats united with the drums, strange dreams and puzzling signs demanding untangling, mysteries, questions and riddles, overwhelming feelings and life-changing emotions. 

I have called myself a priestess -- and treated each unanswered prayer as a challenge from my gods and temptation from the fates. I found play and spectacle in my path, joy and excitement, and even more so through the lack of hard proof or definitive answers. because, goodness, this is yet another mystery for me to throw myself into! another thrill to chase, another theatre to take part in, another part of myself I can build and decorate for many to see and partake.

if you pray and seek but there’s only silence -- treat it as a challenge and fill the silence with hymns and laughter, with more prayers and divinations, with songs and hissing, and with yourself.  this path exists for you -- not the other way around.

find the thrill -- hunt it, cherish it, claw at it. there’s still so much we don’t understand -- things we’ve tried to crack for ages -- and maybe one day we will. one day maybe we’ll prove things, maybe we’ll fully understand gravity and dreams and energy and the universe and wormholes and love.

but for now we play, we laugh, we rejoice in the mystery -- and we must never tire of it, and we must banish all expectations and disappointment. this life we have will end one day -- let’s make it thrilling while we can.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

I don't know if my ask was eaten about the liaison feels like they don't deserve love or happiness, and tends to lock themselves up for days when upset? And what the Lost Light crew thought of it?

*To everyone out there, I just want to tell you that you are loved. I may not have met you but I love you. Because you are all unique and amazing. You all deserve nothing but joy in your lives. If any of you ever feel down then I’m always ready to listen because you deserve to be listened to. Thank you for being such wonderful people.*

The Lost Light crew adored you, simply put. You were nice and kind to everyone, had the patience of a saint and were always ready to forgive others. That’s why everyone immediately noticed the lack of your presence once you were in one of your moods and shut yourself up in your room. At first they simply thought you were tired or needed some me-time so they didn’t approach your habsuite. The second day they started to wonder if something was wrong and countless bots tried to message you, asking how you were feeling and so on. You replied to all those messages with the same answer. “I’m fine”. The third day they physically had to hold Whirl back from forcefully entering your habsuite. Some bots tried to talk to you through the door but you kept telling them that you were fine and just needed some alone alone time. So they let you be but they were starting to worry now.

The fourth day Rung managed to convince you to let him into your habsuite so he could talk with you. Some bots tried to follow him in but were promptly shooed out by the orange psychiatrist. You had only agreed to let him in after all. That didn’t stop the other bots from eavesdrop with their heads pressed to the door once it closed though. The first thing Rung noticed about you once he entered your room was how puffy and red your eyes were. It was evident that you had been crying and quite a lot at that. You sat on your bed, covered in a blanket, refusing to meet his gaze when he looked at you. Carefully Rung sat down beside you on your bed, close enough to put a hand on your shoulder if he wanted to but far away enough to give you your own space.

A few seconds passed before he gently said your name and asked you what was wrong. With a quiet voice you started pouring out your feelings and Rung’s spark ached in sorrow at what you told him. How you didn’t deserve to feel loved or happy, that you were not simply worthy of feeling any sort of positive emotion. You started crying again as you told him how worthless you felt and Rung quickly scooted closer to you so you could lean on his frame and cry into the side of his chest. He soothingly rubbed your shoulders while he listened to you, not interrupting you even once. It was only when you didn’t have any more words to say that he responded.

“You are worth all the love and happiness in the universe, my dear” he said as he took your hand in his. “You are a beautiful being and you deserve to feel loved and happiness among your friends and family. Outside this door stands numerous bots ready and willing to tell you exactly the same thing as I am doing right now because they truly care about you. They care about you a lot. You make them all so happy and they want to return all that happiness to you. You make them feel loved and they want you to feel loved by them in return. So please, let yourself be loved. Let yourself be happy. Because you do deserve it. You are wonderful, kind and spectacular. And you are loved.”