#To your hands I commend my spirit.

[enjolton]

I little cover I made of "I'll follow you into the dark" by Death Cab for Cutie, but I made it Good Omens. Lyrics :

Angel mine, someday you will fall  But I’ve been there before,  I'll wait for you, no matter how long. No more blinding light, corridors or gates of white,  Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for a nightingale song.

 If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied  That it’s punishment enough that we stay out of their sight  If Noah wouldn’t save you with his great old Ark  Then I’ll wait for you here in the park.

 In Heaven then, I asked some questions and  I got sent right to hell, through some heavenly curse  And I held my tongue as they told me, "Son Fear is the heart of love," so I never looked back

 If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied  That it’s punishment enough that we stay out of their sight  Don’t go crying those words from the Gospel of Mark Cause I’ll wait for you here in the dark.

tirips ym dnemmoc I sdnah ruoy ot ,evol ym ,em nekasrof ton evah uoY

You and me have seen everything to see  - Creation to present days - and the truth you believe  is not their own, the time to leave is now  But it's nothing to cry about 'cause we'll see each other soon  At the Ritz, at noon

[pickingbelovedoffthesofa]

Izzy has been at Ed’s heels catching scraps for YEARS. He loves Ed and it’s already been established in the first three episodes this season that he has come to Jesus on a few things regarding Ed and Stede. That Stede bringing the softer side out of Edward CLEARLY was not the worst possible thing (sure, it took Ed going full Kraken and making life hell for everyone on The Revenge for that to sink in, but he got there) and that his love of Edward, perhaps, DOES extend beyond the Blackbeard persona. He might not have even understood the KIND of love he had for Edward until seeing the mirror that is Stede held up to it.

And so, now it looks like we’re going to get a blossoming NEW dynamic between him and Stede, the OTHER man in love with Edward. His former competition. I say former, because I feel like Izzy might in fact have given up on Ed being his. He still loves him, but he loves him enough to accept that Stede is the one who will make him happy and he WANTS to see him happy. And it’s looking like there’s a possibility that viewing Stede through that lens might result in Izzy developing deeper feelings regarding him. Maybe he will find himself loving the one who makes the other one he loves happy. Maybe he’ll find himself caught in the middle of that while Ed struggles with how he mistreated his first mate and repairing things with Stede. Maybe Ed will see Izzy and Stede’s relationship growing and discover that a way to heal and make things right is to allow room for that. Maybe he’ll see that Izzy is learning to love in a way that is less possessive, controlling, repressed, and compartmentalized. That he’s growing to love Stede, even, and Ed has a deep understanding of what it means to love Stede, so it becomes something for them to bond through and heal through. Maybe the three of them come to some kind of understanding and it /isn’t/ totally incomprehensible that the three of them can move forward together somehow in a way that isn’t toxic. I’m not saying Steddyhands, necessarily, but a strong friendship built on love and good will.

Although, if banging out some of the sexual tension at first is necessary to move past it, be it the three of them or just Stizzy, I would be able to die happy. 😌

[justana0kguy]

2024 APRIL 16 Tuesday

"Be my rock of refuge, a stronghold to give me safety.

You are my rock and my fortress; for your name's sake you will lead and guide me.

Into your hands I commend my spirit; you will redeem me, O LORD, O faithful God.

My trust is in the LORD; I will rejoice and be glad because of your mercy.

Let your face shine upon your servant; save me in your kindness.

You hide them in the shelter of your presence from the plottings of men."

~ Psalms 31:3cd-4.6ab.7b.8a.17.21ab

[reverentwormpriest]

CHOP SUEY SYSTEM OF A DOWN THE SHINJI IKARI CODED SONG THAT YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dilfsuzanneyk]

everyone go here

[the-messy-artist]

Now that I have given Nathaniel Hawthorne religious trauma, I can never even consider the assistance of ai technology

Where will his passion and anger come from?

[crowlore]

like i get the meme of chop suey but i think more people would benefit from laying on their back in the dark and getting a little too emotionally raw listening to the latter half of the song

[jrwiyaoi]

every once in awhile i remember chop suey is a great song

[spikeyjo]

“guns dont kill, people do” yeah well here comes ROCK ATTACK the rock doesnt kill BUT I SURE AS SHIT DO

[synthwife]

ah.... mads mikkelsen with the 70s bushy dilf stache......

[ffhhfff]

Father, into Your hands I commend my spirit🙏

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[solarisfortuneia]

— glimpses of life.

misc. scenarios with them. (ft. diluc, childe, kaeya, kazuha and xiao.)

diluc ragnvindr.

“diluc, can we please, please go to starsnatch cliff today?” you plead on one fine day, tugging at his sleeve.

never one to deny your requests and always one to indulge your whims, he glances at his desk. “well, I am done with a considerable amount of work, so i don't see why we can't.” he kisses your temple and lightly pats your head. “we’ll go after lunch, beloved.”

you cheer, a sparkle in your eyes, and a million flowers bloom in his heart; an ever-growing garden.

true to his words, he takes you there later that day. while you take pleasure in the view and the feeling of the wind, he relishes in your smile and the pure, unbridled joy you exude. he's seen a thousand views over the years, but he knows nothing will ever come close to the one in front of him.

“diluc, look.” you call his name, and he lifts up a hand in acknowledgement. “look at what i found!”

he walks over with a curious expression on his face. you gesture to the flower in your hand, and he looks at it, confused, brows knitted. “my apologies, my heart, but i believe that’s just a cecilia?”

you shake your head with a mysterious smile dancing on your lips. “no, no, look closely, this one’s special.”

he runs his eyes over it again, analyzing the color, the shape of the petals and the green of the leaves. “it looks exactly like the others, my love.”

you sigh, dramatically looking at the sky. “no, my dear darling diluc, this one’s different from the rest,” you meet his eyes once more, and he sees mischief dancing in them. “it’s different because—” you drag it out for as long as you can. he raises an eyebrow at your familiar dramatics. “—this one right here, is the one i think would look the best in your hair.” he coughs in surprise, not expecting that answer and your grin almost splits your face in two.

“it would look quite delightful against the red, wouldn’t it?” you press on.

“whatever you say, beloved.” he tries his best to keep his expression neutral, but his voice wavers. you grin wider

“come closer, then! let me put it there for you.”

he leans over, allowyou to secure it in place behind his ear. “well, what do you think?” he looks at you, fondness swimming in crimson eyes.

“beautiful.” the one-word response takes him by surprise and a blush spreads over his face. “diluc, you’re starting to look like your hair now. you're very cute, aren't you?”

he groans, head in his palms. “whatever will i do with you?”

“love me, hopefully.” that he does, with all of his heart. 

and many moons later, you find the same flower carefully pressed and preserved between the pages of his journal. a tiny heart proudly adores the caption: a gift, from my beloved.

childe.

the day began perfectly. the sky was clear, the sun was shining, and a periodic breeze blew throughout the harbor. and it stayed that way, until childe decided it was a great day for a sparring match.

it was fine in the beginning; you were able to keep up. however, seeing as you lacked his inhuman stamina and thirst for battle, your energy drained far quicker.

after a long—too long in your opinion— session, you crumple onto the ground, exhausted beyond measure.

“come on, sweetie, you can do better than that!” he says, playfully spinning his weapon. “what happened to all that spirit i saw earlier today?” he kneels down next to you. “let’s go for another round, shall we?”

“no thanks,” you grumble. “i’m perfectly fine here. the ground and i are friends now.”

“aww,” he adopts an expression of mock disappointment, then chuckles. “although, i must admit, you really were commendable today.”

he stands up and offers you a hand. “let’s head back, i’m dying for something refreshing.”

“fine.” you huff. you take his hand and get up with a groan. you expect him to let go after you’re situated securely on your feet, but he tightens his grip and shoots you a bright grin instead.

and in spite of your exhaustion, you return it almost instantaneously.

as you walk to your destination together, he swings your intertwined hands over and over again, chattering away, and you can’t help but think that maybe the day wasn’t so bad after all.

kaeya alberich.

the long, grueling day left you an equally unpleasant souvenir to deal with: a horrible, awful headache.

kaeya, perceptive as ever, notices the minute you step through the door.

“are you okay, sweetheart?” he holds your face in his hands, concern written all over his expression.

you nod, slowly. he raises an eyebrow and gives you a long, serious glance. you correct yourself. “terrible headache. i feel like something a horse left behind.”

he chuckles lightly. “oh, my poor sweet baby,” he coos. “let’s get you something to alleviate the pain, shall we, dearest?”

he gathers pillows and blankets and makes a soft, cuddly pile for you to rest in. once he helps you settle in, he wraps you up in one of the blankets. “there we go,” he strokes your hair. “close your eyes and relax, i’ll make something warm for you.”

and make something warm he does. once you open your eyes after a half hour, you find a plate of your favorite food awaiting you.

“say ah.” a spoon enters your field of vision.

“kaeya! you don’t have to feed me!” you pout at him. “i can do it myself,”

he hums, “i know, but i want to. now,” he brings it closer to your lips. “hurry up and eat before it gets cold.”

a warm belly and an hour later, your head rests in his lap while he massages your forehead. “does that feel good?” his long, lithe fingers rub circles into your temples and gently press the bridge of your nose.

“like heaven.” you smile, “i feel much better now. thank you,” you motion with your hands. “for everything.”

“i’m always at your service, my angel. and i do it with pride.”

kaedehara kazuha.

“oh dear, it appears that our timing may have been off,” raindrops fall onto his outstretched hand, and he looks up at the cloudy sky.

“don’t worry,” you smile at him, “i’m sure i have an umbrella here with me.”

“or,” he catches your wrist before you can reach for your bag and intertwines your fingers. “we could forego the umbrella entirely, and enjoy the rain in all its glory?”

you look at him sideways, “kazuha, i love you very much, but this idea of yours could make us fall sick.”

“my lovely blossom,” he brings your hand up to place a featherlight kiss, fleeting, delicate and gentle. “if you were to fall ill, I promise you that without a shadow of a doubt, i would be by your side the whole time.”

“and what about you?”

“me?” he laughs, carefree, airy, and so very endearing, sound melding beautifully with the pitter-patter of the rain. “i’d say a small cold is worth a few moments of absolute freedom, wouldn’t you agree?”

his eyes are eager and pleading, and you cannot find the heart to deny him of his request. a grin tugs at the ends of his mouth, and you know that he knows exactly that.

“fine,” you nod your head, fighting off a smile of your own. “i suppose we could, just this once.”

“thank you, dearest.” he tugs you closer to his chest. “now, listen closely, or you might miss it.”

you strain your ears, concentrating very hard on your surroundings. at first, all you can hear is falling water, which soon gives way to chirping birds and crickets, a harmonious symphony that seems to have been tailor made just for the both of you.

“it would be a shame to let this music go to waste,” he says, bowing, “would you do me the honor of a dance, starlight?”

he pulls you out from under your temporary shelter and twirls you round and around until you’re laughing, and he is too.  your feet move in erratic motions, yet rhythm thrives in every single step. droplets trickle down both your bodies, weighing down your clothes and hair, but you pay it no mind.

and there, with him, a blur of red against the grey sky and trees of jade and olive, you think of exactly how blessed you are to have him with you.

xiao.

another week, another random disappearance. xiao looks at you suspiciously as you make an almost unbelievable excuse. “i need to go to the harbor to check if my shipment of inazuman ore has arrived,” you tell him as you fail miserably in hiding a note behind your back.

“i need to check if granny shan’s made the kites i asked her to,” another poor excuse.

he remembers every aspect of your mercantile business that you’ve told him about so far, and he knows full well that the shipment you’re speaking of arrived last month, and he knows that the kites have been delayed by another three weeks because of a priority order, yet he says nothing.

this constant cycle continues for over a month, and he stays silent each and every time, opting to give you space and not step over the threshold of your privacy. after all, you had your life, didn't you? he didn't share every aspect of his own with you, and in his view, you shouldn't be expected to either.

so he leaves it be.

until one day, he hears a faint call of his name in the wind. he recognizes the voice almost instantaneously and he teleports there just as fast. he sees you, leg stuck under a huge rock and a cart overturned on the side of the path.

“what in the name of rex lapis were you trying to accomplish?” he asks, after he’s freed you.

“nothing!” you shake your head, slowly rotating your ankle. “i was just heading back to the inn.”

he raises an eyebrow, but accepts it nevertheless. sighing, he kneels down. “is your leg alright?”

you nod. “don’t worry, the weight of the boulder wasn’t on my leg, i just couldn’t move it.”

he escorts you back to the inn, as reserved as the night, with not a single unnecessary word. only once the two of you are in your quarters does he shatter the silence.

“i have been observing you for days now,” his eyes are slightly narrowed. “what are you trying to do?”

you look down, awkwardly rubbing your neck. “this isn’t how i hoped to tell you but,” you reach for a small pouch. “this is for you.” you wait till he takes it and continue, “the reason i’ve been acting so strange lately is because i was having this made for you.”

he pulls the drawstring open and finds an amulet, made of the most delicately cut amber he’d seen till date.

“you know how amber helps to clear and cleanse negative energy?” you fiddle with your fingers, looking down at the ground. “i thought it might help you with your karmic debt. it symbolizes good luck in battle too.”

he makes a noise halfway between a snort and a grunt. “my karmic debt is not your responsibility.” he turns it around. “besides, we adepti have no need for such a trinket.”

you smile. “i know. think of it as a way to assure my peace of mind?”

“hmph.” he looks away. “fine. if that is what you wish.” his face softens. “thank you for thinking of me.”

“i’m always thinking of you, xiao. especially when you’re out cleansing the land.”

red rises to his face. “tch. you truly have no respect for an adeptus and their skills.”

he says that, yet every time you see him, the amber amulet sits just below his collarbone, gleaming proudly in the light.

[errolluck]

The father, the son and the unholy spirit

Father, into your hands I commend my spirit

Father, into your hands

Why have you forsaken me?

In your eyes forsaken me

In your thoughts forsaken me

In your heart forsaken me, oh

GOD.

I think this is my most detailed fanart yet and I'm really proud how this piece came out! It even has texture over textures.

I was severely inspired by medieval religious paintings and a little bit on renaissance ones. I wanted this fanart to look old and feel like the time had worn out some of the paint and colors, making them less vibrant but with that special look I love in old paintings.

There are so many details and meanings I put on this drawing, so keep an eye on that and I may or not keep my secrets about Kaon and his lore! ;]

[bjs4bildad]

Into Your Hands I Commend My Spirit

[truefaqth]

FATHER into YOUR HANDS i commend MY SPIRIT ?!

[devils-little-sista]

Nico singing along to Chop Suey: FATHER FATHER FATHER FATHER FATHER INTO YOUR HANDS I COMMEND MY SPIRIT-

Hades: WHHHHAAAAATTTT?!?!?!?! I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME WHY DID YOU HAVE SCREAM IT FOUR MORE TIMES!?!?!

Nico: ……holy shit I actually summined the father

Nico: wait a minute WHY DIDNT THAT WORK LAST TIME?!?!?! WHERE WERE YOU THREE MONTHS AGO WHEN I WAS TRYING TO SUMMON YOU TO OPEN THAT GODS DAMN JAR FOR ME?!?!?!

Hades: IM SORRY I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF AN IDENTITY CRISIS I COULDNT MAKE IT!! BUT IM HERE NOW AND THATS WHAT REALLY MATTERs!!!!!

Nico: WHY ARE WE STILL SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER?!?!?!

Hades: I DONT KNOW!!!!!