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PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Written by Nik Boondock saints Indie

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[nathanielorion]

Falling in love with a god is not a death sentence. The story is only a tragedy if the god loves you back.

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I want to make this known; it’s OKAY to flirt with my muse, it’s okay to say flirty things to them, yes, they may not react to it, they may not respond to it positively, but know as a mun I’m 100% OKAY with it. Especially if my muse is clearly attractive appearance wise, go a head, flirt with them, if my muse is your muse’s type, it’s okay to flirt, we don’t have to be shipping, we don’t ever have to ship to have you flirt with my muse; I WONT think you’re pushing a ship on me either. But I just feel that some people are scared to have their muse be flirty to another because we a muns might take it the wrong way.

 I’m not saying this goes for everyone, but I’m letting you know that it doesn’t make me uncomfortable and I’m fine with it. 

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And shepherds, we shall be. For Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. And we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomini patri et fili et spirictus sancti.

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[whichisevil]

❝Fair---❞ Connor follows, steps light and hearing attuned to the peaceful sounds of pre-dawn as they approach the lowest part of the wall. The corners of his mouth curve when he jerks his chin up at it fondly. ❝Reminds me of my juvie days. ❞ Calloused fingers grip and he begins climbing with surprising agility. It isn’t until he’s perched at top, with one leg over that he’s looking down his nose at the constable’s boy . ❝C’mon then boyo, ‘fore the whole of them start to peer out to greet the day.❞ There’s a mild look of distaste on his face at that, before he’s clambering down. 

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               ❝ here’s a thought, how about you drop it. ❞ paws pace back and forth  on domain that does not belong to him. he’s in no place to be making DEMANDS, yet he does anyway. suddenly his associate’s home feels more like a cage.

[whichisevil]

❝ I can’t help the wee lad if I don’t KNOW the extent of his condition Taavi...Demons are nothin’ ta’ play with. An’ this one carries quite a grudge. It’ll destroy him--❞  He’s attempting to stay tactful despite the time against them. It’s not like Connor to push, but he rather FEELS his importance to his sometime companion and friend. ❝ These typa' demons latch on to feelings of guilt...If I can figure the sin. I can find the name and exorcise it quickly. ❞

[whichisevil]

❝Ye always such a bad liar?❞ He can guess as much, the Grimes boy is not unlike him and his kin. ITCHING for the disaster they know’s to come. Restlessness isn’t contagious, many of the Alexandrians are content to stay in place and work within the boundaries of their routines. It’s something borne in the BLOOD. ❝How much would you hold it against me if I went over the back wall?❞ Murphy is ALWAYS the priority. What he owes these people? He’s paid back three fold, with council and unhesitant action. There is no such thing as ‘Home’ now. Boston was, until it wasn’t. 

[whichisevil]

❝Fraternal twin—Wayward typa' focker.❞ Connor's gaze flickers towards the boy briefly as a hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. ❝Looks like a damn hippy now tha' he can't get his monthly hair cut...But I digress. What're you doin' out so early little master Grimes?❞ he clucks his tongue lightly, contemplates heading out. MURPHY has always been his number one priority despite his cooperation with this misfit group.

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               it’s only a matter of time before she’s found missing again. luck is on her side, however, given the size of the home she’s moseyed from. all those rooms will require a thorough look-through before they know to venture out after her. ❝ what  LOVELY park! ❞ a wistful sigh finds itself lost in the breeze. ❝ i wish i were here. ❞

[whichisevil]

Dawn brings a sense of HOPE with it. Perhaps that’s why he seeks the park every morning. It’s QUIET. His son was born with the rise of the sun long ago. A little babe bathed in gold— Connor only allows himself long enough to dwell. To glimpse the past that could threaten to swallow him in grief along with if. Moonlight and fever took his boy. A soft voice brings him out of his musings. ❝You are. ❞ he’s not surprised to find the child present— It’s common enough with well off families. Not enough time to pay attention. Too much disposable income to be made. ❝Unless ye’ meant living in it?❞

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        ❛ i wouldn’t do that if i were you. ❜

[whichisevil]

❝Tha’ sounds like something Murph would say—❞ His little brother. Wandering per usual. Perhaps it’s anxiety that makes Connor even MORE restless. He wants OUT tha’ fockin’ gates.

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it’s sad that I see muns of female characters still feel the need to justify why their muse is worth a look & why they should be treated with respect like any other roleplayer. it’s 2017 and if you still are using the term “mary sue” to put down female characters then the only problem here is you. no it’s not criticism - it’s a shitty standard made not only for females, but for male characters too.  i’ve seen so many posts saying that because someone had a “past experience” that they can put down another person. No you can’t. it’s an excuse that is beyond overplayed. If you can’t look past your own biases then don’t make another human being feel shitty about themselves. to all my muns with  female characters out there: as long as you like your character and you have a healthy roleplay life nothing else matters!

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[meiselr]

i. His name is a prayer. Don’t say it carelessly. Run your tongue around the letters. Dig your teeth in the vowels. Put it under your tongue. Swallow it. Keep it.

ii. Pray for him while you wash his feet. Keep his wrists tight in your hands. Bite in his veins. Listen to his prayers and repeat them.

iii. If he asks you to burn, do it.

iv. Kiss him on the corner of his lips. Taste the sweat of salvation in the wrinkles of his skin. Dried wine and old blood. Divinity.

v. When they hang him on the cross, don’t look back. Don’t weep. Don’t pray. Bite your lips and count the silver coins in your hand.

- manual to love a messiah (r.m)

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