heaven's light

"And we know that we are Children of God, and the whole world lieth in wickedness." 1 John 5:19

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

I took up the burden of the whole world, the heavens above it, and the depths below. All that there is, is mine, but none of it in my control. This is my monstrous burden. The boundary of what I am.

‘Weight: the Myth of Atlas and Heracles,’ Jeanette Winterson (via salemwitchtrials)

[etspiritvs]

“ I’ll never understand how everyone always has-- so much to say. ”

[v-ersacrum]

Francesco Francia, God the Father (detail), c.1500

[lifeinpoetry]

                                 I always wanted to be a saint

but I thought I’d be one of the miserable              ones     sainted by pain     burnt alive inside

— Kaveh Akbar, from “I Won’t Lie This Plague of Gratitude,” Calling a Wolf a Wolf

[sputnik-nova-blog]

[valtsv]

accidentally went and got myself killed yesterday but god wont let me die so im back

[etspiritvs]

zhrets·:

    “I see. So The Good Lord’s light has decided to shine down upon you with a fascinating degree of decadence. Most enchanting.”

“ The Lord is many things, but 'decadent' is hardly a word I would choose. Surely, the Lord has also been good to you over these many years ? ”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

from Fever 103° by Sylvia Plath

[incorrectshakespeare]

I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth

Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V (via incorrectshakespeare)

[etspiritvs]

Soul Nickname - Rebellious Believer.

You hold tight to your beliefs, and share them with others frequently. You don't tolerate injustice in the world very well, and because of this, you do your best to help others when you can, and encourage others to do the same. Some of your beliefs are quite different than those of mainstream culture and this makes you somewhat of a rebel. You are proud to the core of your beliefs and you will do just about anything to defend them. You have a persuasive personality, and are a natural leader. Others are inspired by your determination and charismatic nature.

Tagged by: @noircisaint ! ♥

Tagging: Steal it from me !

[dawntrailing]

@connachtqueen‘s FGO Sorter Results Rank #4

↪↪ Shirou Kotomine / Ruler (Amakusa Shirou Tokisada)

[v-ersacrum]

Federico Barocci, Annonciation (detail), 1584-1588

[bostonpoetryslam]

ask not what your country can do for you ask if your country is your country ask if your country belongs to your country folk ask if your country is addicted to blood ask if your country is addicted to forgetting

Danez Smith, “principles,” via his website (via bostonpoetryslam)

[etspiritvs]

kxthornos‌:

“Of course I am! You’re part of Chaldea, and that means you’re an ally. If I can’t hurt my enemies, I can help my allies.” Melpomene smiled, sitting up from her cushion (which vanished after she sat up, answering little questions-) and standing with a stretch, looking over Ruler some more. The way his expression softened was considered a complete success, and her own body language opened up to match it. 

“No matter where or who you are, everyone deserves comfort in hard times… sometimes, I’d say even the enemy. Conflict is good for only those at the highest places, and even then, only for those who win.” Her energy trailed off for a moment, looking more through Ruler than at him.

                        True Name: M  l      e

“Reading is wonderful, I must agree! If you ever want to hear stories, I sing them- our tales were originally oral tradition, I’m sure you know, so I often do so for the little ones and whoever is interested. Gives you the chance to listen while your eyes and hands work elsewhere if you keep a busy body.” Melpomene finished stretching, letting the energy return and with her focus on Ruler, let [Entertainer of Gods] activate. Even her gaze (with those clearly inhuman eyes) became soft, almost opalescent looking as her entire body language rang with a feeling of comfort. A kind of well-meaning, harmless presence, while the skill activated.

Karumeyaki. A kind of grilled caramel, similar to honeycomb toffee-? Huh, that could work, right…? Her skill didn’t work as well with more foreign dishes, admittedly, but Melpomene felt confident she could bluff it good enough. With that information, she let the skill cease activation.  A bit of a teasing look took over her for a moment.

“Catching people unaware is the best way to get at something genuine, if you do it well enough! But I can’t lie and say this was planned, Ruler, just making the best of an unexpected situation!” Melpomene winked to the Ruler, taking a couple steps down the hallway before turning around again. Normally, she’d be fine delivering it later, but right now…

“Would you like to accompany me while I bake them, Ruler?” The Muse smiled, extending the olive branch, as it were.

                                  - Son    f  Tra g   y -

                           T e   Hero’s Igno i g  of  I l  O  ns

“It’s always better to bake with company, I’d say.”

      You’re part of Chaldea.        The comment, though idly made, brought the priest to pause. Was he a ‘part’ of this place ? He had certainly made no efforts to ‘integrate’ himself, simply coming when he was called--        Oh, she’d activated a skill. That snapped him from his introspection in an instant, gold eyes meeting her (uncomfortably kind) gaze. His responding smile was merely a knee-jerk reaction, head tilting as he tried to process what she was doing, exactly. Something about the way she looked at him put him ill at ease. ' Can she mindread ? '       Immediately, he knew the answer was no. She simply seemed to be-- learning. He wasn't one to show worry on his face, so the shift from concern to ease was not a visible one, but he did absentmindedly reach up to grasp at the dangle of his earring. A tic, retained from his younger days. He felt no effects to his person from her skill use, and so decided it was alright to stay where he was.

“ Usually, you try to catch someone off guard to harm them. ”        he tutted, but his tone lacked any sign of a threat.        With a polite smile, he rose. Raised to be a gentleman, he offered her his arm-- extending his own metaphorical olive branch, by allowing the other Servant to be near him. This was significant for him, especially given that he didn’t even know her name ( he seriously doubted that it was Mle ).  “ I doubt I’ll be much help-- but, ‘company’ I can do, ”          he hummed, “ Though, it is an odd request, Caster. The ‘cooks’ I knew... didn’t like company in the kitchen. ”          there was a hesitation, like he wasn’t entirely sure if that was true.         As he let himself be led, silence fell until he grew uncomfortable with it and ventured a question,  “ You’re from Greece, and are a Caster. Were you-- a witch ? ”

[jmrtmt]

Avenger & Ruler

[lifeinpoetry]

I died so all my enemies would tremble at my murmur how it populates their homes

Xandria Phillips, from “No One Speaks of How Tendrils Feed on the Fruits,” published in Poem-a-Day (via lifeinpoetry)

[etspiritvs]

pvrified‌:

   Normally witty statements would be ignored by the Berserker — she had little time for jokes, especially those made in reference to her work. For that reason she turns with the intent to usher the clergyman out of her office, wishing to spare no room for somebody who does not need help, only to take in the sight of the Ruler’s battered appearance.

   It takes mere seconds for the nurse to spring to her feet and rush to his side, wasting little time in escorting him to one of the medical beds. Her usual stern nature is rightfully frantic, eyes gazing over his condition over and over in order to understand the situation. ❝  Amputation?! What are you saying? Of course not! Ah, I may need to drain another’s blood to give to you. From another Ruler, perhaps? No, no, that won’t do.  ❞

      As he was unceremoniously guided to a bed (which he had been hoping to avoid-- it implied long-term care), he moved with a rare display of obedience. After all, she was the ‘expert’, here, and he wanted his arm in working order sooner rather than later.        Normally, he would be morbidly fascinated by medical descriptions. When he was the subject, however-- 

“ Another’s blood ? Quite an inconvenience for them, it seems. ”           he was now starting to regret-- most of the decisions that had brought him here. “ Is it not enough to bandage the wounds and-- leave it at that ? I’ve survived worse, I was simply... ”        The priest meant to say ‘distracted’, but that made him sound inexperienced. Even now, bleeding mess that he was, he put on airs. “ It moved faster than I had anticipated. The werejaguar. I could-- ”        he wanted to be useful, but thought his suggestions might be as helpful as a stab wound right now.