#Revelation inspired

[lines-and-paper]

sympathy for the greenhouse

This church holds many dusty memories from the Old Life. She faintly remembers when she would carry the infants, comfort the sick, and help the old pass on. She clearly remembers when there was suffering love within her, when believers were baptized, and every sermon that was conducted at her pulpit. She had hoped, before it all was Raptured, that everyone would be there for her first mass in the New World, but as she sees now, that hope was not enough.

This church is not the only one left in the country nor the world, for she has brother and sister churches only miles apart that are graced by the wonder of nature and the care from their guests. Unfortunately, she can't see beyond her grounds, as much as she would love to see her siblings. She doesn’t envy the siblings within her, though; no she doesn’t envy anyone.

In what’s now a forest, she sits as more of a reverse greenhouse. She’s covered in green of many species that aren’t even native to the country, and yet her insides are clean of it all. She provides the Light for the life outside her. In her ecosystem, there grows sea marigolds along the cathedral’s walls, yellow bellflower line the path to her doors, and her Siberian carpet cypress is perfect for picnics on the lawn. The Light within is all that's needed for these plants to grow. Her rose window looks over it all and glints as she sees people coming. Even in their New Life, there are those who come to pray and hear the Word when they can. Even if they are spread thin from foraging and farming, for they don’t want to dirty their robes with the blood of innocent animals. This is the age beyond the past practices.

The priest that cleanses the church of dirt is setting up a new sermon and prayer at her pulpit, candles forever lit. The sisters and brothers and friends that live within her walls put together fresh floral arrangements for the vases and sconces. Her guests arrive in snow white robes, buttons and stitching as gold as the jewelry that will adorn them when they are taken by God for the second Earth. These Grace-Given people treat her with kindness, but also a permanency not taken for granted, even as they chase down halls in amusement. They dress and treat her as one of the brides to their Father, and the church feels the love for her. If she could preen, she would. She only imagines her sibling churches to look and feel the same.

As she looks outside her borders again, she knows the world was turned newer than it ever was before. The life given to them by grace is more beautiful than that of amnesty or asylum.

The new wildness of nature doesn’t harm or despair her guests, but they would rather be careful than drive anything to extinction. This is New Life, after all. Memories of their Old Life are gone, and they may be within the in-between, but still, they get the feeling they must care for this World better than before.

Yes, this New Life will soon end to make way for the New World. A World they can inhabit with the Lord their God. This New Life is simply a stepping stone.

[marlowe-art]

the neighbours' giant magnolia tree

[rev2evils]

resident evil as the onion titles, part one

[randomfandomss]

Through Thomas’s Eyes

Inspired by the fic Divine Revelations of Love by Piersanti.

Read it here

[thomastanker02]

God bless, Jesus loves you ✝️❤️

[bugoutreviewgirlie]

yoooooo Marinette's sewing set up with the vintage Singer sewing machine??? 🔥🔥🔥

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

DC FANDOM CHALLENGE: Talk about that female character without mentioning ships in any capacity.

[elefsina]

TRADITIONAL WITCHCRAFT…

…with its many and various branches, is a Craft born largely from the very landscape in which it is practiced. There exist common threads that run throughout the various recensions of the ‘Elder Faith’, but the precise traditions, ways and practices of the ‘Old Craft’ will always differ and be flavoured by the preserved folk beliefs, traditions, customs, lore, historical magical rites, charms and impedimenta of the region in which its practice is rooted. Traditional witchcraft is regional witchcraft, it is not and never has been a standardised practice and long may this continue to be the case. The day witchcraft loses regional variation is the day traditional witchcraft ceases to exist.

Traditional Witchcraft, Gemma Gary (2008)

[daemon-in-my-head]

AU where Orin is ✨supportive✨ and gets matching shirts for the old men in her life.

Thank you @luinen-bluewater for saying those quotes belong on shirts, they absolutely do.

[caeslxys]

revelations your flesh

[kimasousparky]

no thoughts head empty mr. m au

bros being both brainwashed but!!! theyre still very loyal to each other even if they dont remember each other and think theyre just allies ejhfjfk. i like to think the actual reason mr. l hates mario in spm is bc it was needed to twist his love for his brother around and any amount of respect otherwise would make him hesitant to attack him. here, well... mr. l is still loyal to the count first, but mr. m himself is loyal only to mr. l

basically, mr. l takes the lead. mr. m doesnt care at all about being the leader of their duo, he doesnt have the drive nor thinks he's suited for it so he leaves it at for mr. l since he seems to like the role and he's way smarter than mr. m is. i mean, if it depended on him alone, he'd just throw hands at peach and bowser until he won. but if mr. l thinks they need a plan, sure, he'll go with it. he doesn't get why they need a robot or the need for a monologue, but sure sure, if mr. l deems it important then it's fine (as long as he doesnt have to speak, then monologues are fine)

and alas:

he's so so so so interested in peach. from the first time he saw her, he was like "oh im interested" immediately. a beautiful tall princess with silky blonde hair and soft features courageously traveling to save the world? oh sign him up! and then after she manages to defeat him in battle, he's like "oh im VERY interested" cuz besides all these qualities, she can even beat him up??? shit, he's in love!! yeah let's go!!!

peach obviously doesnt reciprocate. seriously, who's this guy?? (nevermind he resembles mario so much it hurts, but UGHHH she must be strong it's not him dont be swooned by his charming smile aaaa)

and please consider the scenario of peach rejecting mr. m with "i'm already interested in someone else" and mr. m angrily assumes he has a rival somewhere that he gotta defeat (that just happens to be himself idhjfkglf)

(maybe i'll make a post on a roleswap aka super paper luigi later, woo yeah)

[lines-and-paper]

holy ghost effervescent

The church admires the spire still standing. Her beloved sandstone spire is still with her even when the rest of her town is gone and disintegrated. No more a sleepy forest town, she’s still sleepy; even without her neighbors. But her memory isn’t so foggy that she can’t remember anything. She still remembers her brothers and sisters, the priests studying in her library, the churchgoers who would sit in the pews and giggle and converse. Her memories of anything outside her walls aren’t even greatly reduced, for she can hardly see beyond them.

The animals, though, are the first thing that’s taken note of. They’ve never been so close to her grounds before, and even with everything that’s happened, it feels sudden to see them all. There’s a pack, with bears and wild cats carrying humans upon their backs, foxes and dogs leading others by hands or nudges. Her church is about to be occupied once more, and the elatedness she experiences is stronger than she remembers having ever felt before. Her halls are going to be decadent once more.

She, the church, looks into the sky above her rose window, and the day sky has never been so filled. The moon is closer, and the planets of the solar system are all visible in this sunlight. It’s so bright out, it feels phantasmal to see the Milky Way. The sky looks like shimmering resin poured into a mold. So vibrantly sky-blue that it’s impossible to describe.

And oh how she feels when evening and dusk arrives, how it just embodies the sound of ‘hosanna’ and all the glory it shines with. The dusk reminds her of looking out into her forest during the height of fall weather, all the dewy golden leaves set upon a backdrop of dark morning skies. It’s a landscape photographer’s heaven.

But the night takes the last of her invisible breath away when she sees everything. Every star, every galaxy, every planet. It’s all there. She thinks they’re glimmering brighter in curiosity of the humans, the ones that’re left. They’re excited too, though, she’s certain on that.

Eventually she looks back into herself to see what her new guests have done and adores all they did. Her halls now have floral arrangements both standing and hung on the wall, the sconces are lit, and are those paper snowflake garlands? Oh, that’s adorable. She hopes they keep those up. Glancing into her library, not much is different besides better organization, so she moves on. Her grounds are being replanted and fertilized, seeming as though her guests aim to reintroduce the wildflowers and natural ecosystem to her, and she couldn’t ask for anything better. This church feels like she can breathe clearly again.

The animals make themselves known to her once more, having hidden away, and she notices their glow. It makes them seem… effervescent. Holy. They remind her of the creature in Revelation 4:6-8, but separated and individual rather than an amalgamation.

These Spirit-like animals brought these guests to her church, and inspired them to keep her despite confusing memories and emotions. This church hopes her spire had some wayfaring aspect for the travelers as well, but she knows better than to dwell. Especially now.

[mifink]

you know what would be funny? if arthur wore glasses precanon. and when he got possessed by john after opening the book his glasses fell to the floor and they never picked them up. so john is fully convinced that its normal to see in 144p.

[alienglowgarden]

Im bad at writing coherent things but I need to get this concept out of my head so it stops haunting me.

I had this idea for another fic called The Undine Colony.

The setting would be the second colony by the sea- started when Sol is in their forties- the story taking place an unknown time after that.

It starts with the alarm that the original Stratospheric colony has gone silent. Collapsed all its networks, killed every signal, spirited away every colonist. As it still houses much of humanity's most advanced tech, like the servers for their holonet, essential parts of the power grid, this is an issue of extreme urgency.

And who better to turn to in their moment of need than Sol? So here they are suddenly jolted into wakefulness.

Their first thought is that they cannot feel their body. They quickly learn they are not in fact the real Sol, but only an AI copy made of their brain-scan from many decades ago. Though they cannot access the future vision as an ephemeral bit of software, they have superior computing on their side.

The gist of it being that AI Sol is now in charge of the 2nd colony to replace the hole left by Congruence, all while being tasked to figure out whats happening to the og colony & trying to reestablish contact. Aaand trying to piece together their own existence on top of it. Trying to find out what even happened to the original Sol. If they have something to do with this blackout.

So yeah, itd be slowly unfurling that mystery, piecing together the gap in their memory & issues of personhood.

[sleepsi]

Aromantic sif art for pride month babeyyyyyy let’s goooo

[xxplastic-cubexx]

was watching apocalypse with my brother and once the cerebro scene popped up he was like 'charles has a helmet like erik, only instead of keeping people out, he tries to reach out and connect with others' like guys i need to bash him with a rock