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Omg returning to tumblr to find this, is amazing!! … I love Leroux! Going to watch the phantom just cause of this… this fandom will always have my heart!😂❤️

The notes came out clear, and the rest of the cast applauded as MC and Edgar headed off set before coming back out to continue rehearsal.  “That was very good!”  The director complimented them, but MC’s eyes drifted to a man sitting a few rows back.  His eyes seem to glow in the dim light, but it was slight grimace and the way his arms were folded that had MC wondering about it.  Suddenly MC was tugged by Edgar to leave the stage.  They were going to rehearse another scene.  

When MC looked back towards the stranger he was already gone.  

“You did really well!  Maybe we can run lines together later to-”  

“Did you see the guy behind the Director?”

“You mean Mr. Leroux?”

“The guy with the black hair with the one white stripe?”

“That would be Mr. Leroux.”

“Who is he?”  

“Officially he works with stage and costume.” He leaned forward with a conspiratorial glint in his eye.  “But I’ve heard rumors about him.”

“What kind of rumors?”

Edgar opened his mouth, but was cut off.  “Quiet!  We’re in rehearsal.”  

“Apologies.”  MC and Edgar quieted down.  Leaving her mind to wonder about the strange man and why he seemed so displeased when everyone else was happy with the rehearsal.  

—

In the following weeks, she had seen Mr. Leroux at the rehearsals, but he would always be off working on something else and she hadn’t been able to reach him.  It didn’t help that the stage team were doing a lot of changes, apparently one of the producers had made some demands for different changes.  Though no one was really able to say who it was.  Just the director approaching them with the latest changes.  

It had been a good show before, but she had to admit, it was getting better.  

MC had also stepped up using the practice rooms, and had gotten into a rhythm of using them.  Which is why she was surprised to find the practice room she used wasn’t set up as usual.  She stepped in and found sheet music, a CD, and a folded note with her name scrawled across the it waiting for her.

‘Good Evening MC.  If you plan on meeting the caliber of the show you must be smarter about your practice.  Today you will practice these three songs, in the order they are set.  They will help open your voice up.  You may expect your next assignment in two days.  Do not be late.'

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To love at all is to be vulnerable

— C.S. Lewis

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When one encounters God's word, it takes a denial of self to receive it or ears to hear to hear it. It takes grace. It takes faith.

But, oftentimes, many have no faith so the word is not heard nor is it received, so it is rejected. God's word has no place in them. God's word is His word and we will not always be on the same page as him, although his word comes to do us good.

One went away sorrowful from the word (Mark 10:22). Many times some have become enraged from the Word (John 8:59). And other occasions, many just walked away, no longer hearing the Word (John 6:66).

But the Word says, "Blessed is he, whosoever shall not be offended in me." - Matthew 11:6

Be sure that you're actually receiving the Word. He says, "My sheep know my voice." Many are just delivering messages dressed in scriptures but are of another spirit. But the Word of God is of God and not of man. That word is what takes faith, denial of self to receive and obey, and ears to hear (Matthew 11:15; Revelation 2:29). Believe.

As we said before, so say I now again, If any man preach any other gospel unto you than that ye have received, let him be accursed. For do I now persuade men, or God? or do I seek to please men? for if I yet pleased men, I should not be the servant of Christ. But I certify you, brethren, that the gospel which was preached of me is not after man. For I neither received it of man, neither was I taught it, but by the revelation of Jesus Christ. - Galatians 1:9‭-‬12

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𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡-𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 📚

The Esther Anointing by Michelle McClain-Walters

Becoming a woman of prayer, courage, and influence. An accounting of her sacrifices and how she furthered God’s plans. Read this whenever you need a reminder of how God can use anyone.

The Quest by Beth Moore

An excursion towards intimacy with God. Learn to ask God questions and express vulnerability. Read this if you need help building a truly devoted relationship with Him.

Job by Lisa Harper

A story of unlikely joy. This chronicles the redeeming side of Job’s suffering in the Bible. Read this to learn how you can transform your pain into something that strengthens your faith in God.

these are the 3 books i’m starting with. i’ll be updating this throughout the year with all the faith based books i read ♡

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This will be my first ever original post here, and though I’m not a creator nor do I have a large following of any kind, I felt it symbolic to leave a message. I am leaving Tumblr for a period of time, to mediate and think. Truthfully God, Jesus, has found me.

I know it’s crazy but while I love the amazing content this app produces I have to follow my gut and see what is out there. Something literally quite powerful is moving in my life and I need to follow that power. About a month and a half ago I was slowly falling apart, and I used in everything in MY power to distract myself from sadness and from my own mortality. I will explain this more later in another post if God wills it. It’s 12:01 right now and the thought of doing this just came to me. I want to show this app what has happened to me, and what I’ve seen and experienced but for that I need some time. And yes! I’m just your everyday, friendly reblogger of anime fanfic content! But this app takes so much of time that I figured if I am to do this right I have to give this up. After all I spend so much time here for a reason no? I hope I can come back and explain all of this later. However I know now that I am not alone, nor was I truly ever alone. I hope though I am just a reblogger that one person can see this. I will miss this for the time, but I will be thinking of you tumblr💕

God bless.

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😏😏

matrimony n secrets with childe

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, mild not SFW implications. 

13k follower event

You set a slice of freshly baked sharlotka in front of Childe. 

This might not be the pinnacle of culinary perfection — the dough could’ve risen more and the powdered sugar is more concentrated in some areas than others, but all in all, it serves the purpose. Or so you hope. 

“Huh. So this must be why we had a large shipment of apples imported from Mondstadt,” Childe muses, setting aside a letter sealed with the Fatui’s emblem in favor of observing your dessert. “Taking up baking as a hobby, [First]? How cute. Domestic life suits you well.” 

Archons, it’s been ten seconds and he’s already trying to rile you up. You refuse to budge at the juvenile provocation. He seems to sense that you’re not taking the bait and changes his tactics. With the silver fork you brought, he secures himself a piece, yet stops just shy of putting it in his mouth. 

“Should I be expecting any poisons?” 

“You know the answer to that as well as I do. I was monitored throughout the entire process.” 

“A shame, that,” he takes a bite, humming in approval over the flavor. “Well? I assume there’s some ulterior motive at work here. Either that, or you’ve accepted the mantel of loving spouse-to-be faster than I anticipated.” 

It’s almost frightening how well he knows you. You were hoping he’d thoroughly enjoy the treat first, bringing him into high spirits and you, his good graces, but that was asking for too much. 

“... It’s about our wedding.” 

“Oh?” That catches his attention. A dangerous glimmer shines in his otherwise dull eyes, one that you recognize well. A nonverbal warning. “I’m afraid I can’t bump up the date to accommodate your impatience, dearest. You’ll have to wait with bated breath just as I have been.” 

Insufferable asshole, you think. 

“That isn’t what I had in mind,” your smile feels forced, not that you can bring yourself to care. This is the best you can muster up given the circumstances. “I... I’d really appreciate it if we didn’t make a giant spectacle of the event.” 

When he doesn’t interrupt, you gather your boldness, then go for the killing blow. 

“Could it just be the two of us? Please?” 

The final word comes out as a more high-pitched, meek display than you intended, but you departed with pride long ago. 

“That would be awfully intimate, wouldn’t it? Borderline scandalous. Never took you for the eloping type. What’s the problem, [First] dearest? Afraid you’ll get cold feet walking down the aisle in front of the adoring masses?” 

There’s a rather long list of answers to that loaded question. When you’re alone as often as you are, you have lots of time to think and ruminate. Your parents in the front row watching their offspring marry a bloodthirsty Harbinger. Your siblings being guarded by Fatui operatives from the inn to the ceremony and back. Friends from childhood wearing strained smiles while congratulating you with tight throats. 

If getting on your hands and knees to beg spared them this nightmare, then that’s exactly what you would do. 

“It means that much to you, huh?” 

Childe’s question brings you back to reality. You realize that you’re blinking back tears — he noticed before you did. 

“I’ll tell you what,” he points his fork at you, “Keep endearing yourself to me like this, and who knows? I might just be able to make it happen.” 

“Thank you,” it comes out breathless and more genuine than anything you’ve uttered in months. 

“Just know that our wedding night is going to be twice as long as compensation. Pick your poison, sweetheart.” 

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congrats on the 13k lock!! and since i am gay may i request "machi with regret"?

Warning: Yandere (ish ??) themes and unhealthy relationships. 

13k follower event

Machi had never learned to live in the moment before meeting you. 

Her earliest memories were of fighting tooth and nail for survival amidst piles of trash, learning that the best way to deal with enemies was to silence them permanently. The Troupe was the one constant in her life. Even then, the heists would draw to an inevitable close, and she’d be left to wander aimlessly until the Boss called upon them next.

You hum a song, the sound echoing in your shared bathroom. She recognizes the tune as one from a couple playlist you texted her a few weeks back. When she came home from work this morning, you excitedly asked if she’d been listening to it. She grumbled that it wasn’t exactly her taste.

Little do you know that it’s been on repeat every chance she has to wear headphones. 

She marvels over the hands that massage deep into her scalp, relieving pent-up tension that she didn’t realize she carried. So these are the hands of someone who has never taken a life. Soft, tender. There’s no aura radiating off your skin — no barrier to separate you from her. That is, aside from those she erects. 

The lovely aroma of your shampoo wafts in the air. It is by far her favorite scent, hence why she’s taken to sharing it. A little reminder of you while she’s away. 

“You’re always so tense, Machi,” you tease. “You can relax, y’know? Do I need to pull up a yoga tutorial? It might do you some good.” 

“I’d prefer to drown in this water.” 

While she can’t see you, she hears the pout in your voice. “Someone’s grumpy. Ooh, I know! Let’s watch scary movies tonight! That always cheers you up, doesn’t it? Kinda macabre, but hey, I’m not one to judge.”

That’s because you cutely end up clinging to her like your life depends on it. Not that she intends on telling you that. 

“... Yeah, sounds good.” 

During the particularly gory slashers, after the film ends, you’ll sometimes wonder aloud how anyone could kill like that. What it would take to drive someone to such awful extremes. She gets silent, then, knowing the answer yet recognizing some things are better left unsaid. 

If only you knew what she’s done — what she’ll continue to do. Would you direct that unfiltered revulsion toward her? 

You swoop down in an instant. It takes every ounce of Machi’s self-restraint not to perceive the motion as a potential threat, her muscles taut from years of combat experience. She silently sighs in relief when your lips brush against her temple. 

That’s right, you aren’t her enemy, she needn’t be so on guard. 

Machi makes a vow to preserve this idyllic paradise you’ve formed for as long as she can. She’ll personally see to it that every tempting snake is slain, each forbidden fruit containing knowledge you shouldn’t have plucked from the branch so that it may wither. 

For if the day were to come that your eyes were opened to her true nature... she knows her paradise would be no more. 

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YESSSSSS, nothing like a good old love triangle😌

and it's kazuha?? Even better

SCARA regret + unrequited please? ^_^

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, implied stalking, Scaramouche feels entitled to Reader, the works. 

13k follower event

You don't love him back.

He could’ve made peace with that, he thinks, or some bastardized version of the word. While not ideal, he could work with it. Adjust the props just so until the stage is set for him to perform. Were you acting all that time? With those damnable smiles and eyes that tempt? 

You don’t love him back. 

Scaramouche wouldn’t have believed the reports had he not witnessed it himself. Men who had the blood of innocents soiling their hands trembled as they delivered the report as if they were children, confessing they broke a precious heirloom to their parents. 

A ronin is who they said it was. Not only that, but one that was currently wanted by the Inazuma Bakufu, branded a fugitive. He would sneak in through Ritou at odd intervals to see you when he could, bringing gifts from around the globe to your ecstatic person. 

Two star-crossed lovers, eh? Scaramouche thinks he might be sick. 

The cruel taunt of your rejection lives fresh in his subconscious, like a weed whose roots were so deeply embedded, any attempt to pull it out would take a crucial element of himself along with it. 

“I’m so sorry, Kunikuzushi,” you had told him, face downcast, pretty lips painted the same color as your red hakama curled into a frown. Hardly anyone had the privilege of knowing his true name, much less speaking it — did you even know that? Did you realize you hold the closest thing he has to a heart in the palm of your hands? “I wish to dedicate myself to no one aside from the almighty Narukami herself. I hope that you can understand.” 

Liar, liar. 

You stared directly at divinity yet remained none the wiser. It should be him you worshipped, not his accursed creator, nor the ronin whose clan name was shrouded in dishonor. He wondered if you were making an effort to betray him in every way possible. 

“Your orders, my lord?” 

The agents kneeling before him are yet another reminder of the immense power he wields. 

Scaramouche flexes his fingers by his side, whispers of crackling electricity dancing between them. He smiles, but it is not kind, so different from the one’s you got to see from him in the past. He hopes it is a ghost that haunts you in the same way you have unwittingly terrorized him. 

“Bring them to me,” he orders. 

You don't love him back, but you’re going to wish you did. 

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Prompt #856

They never imagined a single dance could lead to something like this.

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THE FIRST PANEL IS AMAZING!!!!

Drink no drop// Comic

Yandere!Fem! Malleus x Random Prefect

TW: yandere, blood, slight monster f/ucking

consuming anything a fae offers you will force you to stay in their realm...

And here's the last request from back christmas! haha It took quite a while :'D Thank you so much for everyone who sent a request for your patience, it was a very fun experience.

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SILVERRRR😫😭😩😩

He just looks so defeated and frustrated!!!

And her eyes!! You will think she is smiling but it looks so painful too! LOVE IT

Yandere mallues(male) fanart with darling dancing?

Initially I was going to just draw them dancing with blood staining their clothes, and Malleus blushing, but the concept was kinda ...weak?, so I made reference of the Sleeping Beauty movie. Hope I didn't derail too much from what you wanted. ;;;>> Thanks for the ask.

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I would do anything for fem pirate Leona. ANYTHING. This is such a good au, I love how the uncertainty of “replacement” to “ you WILL be her” is shown. Leona is deranged and cold but she is HOT here.

Title: Fin Market.

Inspired by the very lovely @yanmaresu's Mermaid!AU and recent update.

Pairing: Yandere!Pirate!Leona x Reader (TWST).

Word Count: 0.8k.

TW: Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Implied Non/Con, Implied Mutilation, Mentions of Blood/Death, and Psychological Abuse.

She bound your legs together, the first time you shared her bed.

Once at the ankle, twice at the knee. It was uncomfortable, stiff, and the fraying cord she’d used dug into your skin through the night and left deep, harsh indents when you were given her permission to untie yourself, hours later, after your feet had already gone numb and she'd had her fill of watching you try to fight against her with two less limbs that you would've liked. You were barely able to walk the next morning, but if Leona felt any guilt, if she regretted causing you pain, the extent of her concern had been a shallow scowl, a softened glare, a hand on your shoulder and a vague warning not to stray too close to the guardrail while you were still struggling to stay upright. Small things, but meaningful things. Helpful things.

The closest things to kindness you were likely to get, with Leona.

Not that you expected kindness, not from her, not when when she'd been so upfront about what you were, why she’d bothered dragging you away from your quaint, costal town and onto her black-sailed ship. “You look like her,” She’d said, her voice flat, her expression caught between annoyance and boredom and something else, something more hostile. She’d been irritable, in those days, more likely to lash out at her crew and bare her teeth when you showed any signs of resistance, of reluctance. Her eyes never seemed to leave the water, for fear that she might miss a flash of shining scales or the twirl of colorful fins below the waves. “Behave, and I won’t have to hurt you. I’ll let you go as soon as I get her back.”

When you’d asked who ‘she’ was and how long it would take to get ‘her’ back, Leona mused that you might look even more like ‘her’ without a tongue. You’d done your best to keep your mouth shut, after that.

She rarely let you walk on your own. She made excuses, said that you couldn’t be trusted, that left to your own devices, you’d end up doing something foolish and impulsive like diving overboard or asking a member of her crew for help, but she seemed to take a perverse kind of joy in keeping you restrained and by her side, either chained to the headboard in her cabin or perched on the edge of her lap, your wrists shackled behind your back and a piece of cloth forced into your mouth to keep you from trying to bargain your way off of her ship, again. Long skirts were common, often a size too big and made of a material too heavy to be disturbed by the sea breeze. She hated seeing your legs, hated the reminder, almost as much as she seemed to hate you.

If she could get away with it, she wouldn’t let you take a single step from sunrise to sunset, keeping you slung over her shoulder or pulled against her chest while she surveyed trunks of priceless treasure plundered from other ships, cases of exotic spices and silks stolen from merchant’s vessels, mermaids – caught by the dozen, live and thrashing in their nets. Some would manage to escape, to cut and gnash their way through braided rope and slip back into sea foam. Most, by a large margin, were gutted and dismembered, their scales left to rot in barrels below her deck until she could pawn them off to the highest bidder.

“I’m looking for something that belongs to me,” She’d said, the first time you asked how she could be so callous, so cruel. She still had blood on her clothes, blood on her sword, blood on the claw she used to trace aimless patterns into your hip, your head resting on her chest and her attention elsewhere, centered on the distant horizon. “I’d do the same thing if someone ever took you away from me.” Then, after a short pause. “Before I'm ready to give you up, I mean.”

It scared you, sometimes, her apathetic determination, her cold resolution. Even after you’d gotten used to her biting words, even after you’d stopped flinching at the feeling of her pointed fangs on the side of your throat, the sharp glint in her dark eyes could still catch you off-guard, the unearned affection in her tone when she spoke to you. Things you hadn’t noticed, when she first took you, when you were little more than a replacement for a distant stranger. Things she that weren't meant for you.

It terrified you, the feeling of her calloused palms running over the outside of your thighs, the ghost of her lips against yours as she muttered on about spools of threads and silver needles, about how much better it would be if you were just a little more like her, just a little more. Her gentleness was almost worse than her cruelness, her fleeting touches more agonizing than her forceful kisses. You hated the thought of her caution, what it meant if she saw fit to act like she'd care if she hurt you. To act like she was trying to preserve you for some purpose beyond filling space meant to be occupied by someone else.

“It won't hurt,” She’d said, as she straddled your waist, a rope coiled in one hand and the other around your neck, fingers dipping below your collar. “You'll be fine. You're already so fucking close.”

Her stare pried into you deeper than her blade ever could.

“I've just gotta finish the job.”

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Truly one of the best short comics. HOT. FEM LEONA. AND A PIRATE?😭 Love love LOVE!!!

Yandere! Pirate! Fem! Leona Kingscholar // Comic

Tw: Yandere, blood, mentions of murder, nudity (censored), possessive behavior, kidnapping scenario, foul language, non-con touching. Very bad sketches.

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I LOVE YOUR OCS!!!! She is adorableeeee

Twst oc's w/Girl!Yuu