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collapsedglasshouses · 2 months

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Like The Movies || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

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SUMMARY: When Vinny and his childhood best friend Y/n jokingly decide to watch adult movies together, things escalate rather quickly.

WARNINGS: smut, MDNI, watching porn together, mutual masturbation, mutual pining, mentions of drug consumption, friends to fwb sorta, …

A/N: I wrote this last night, I don’t know where it came from… Maybe I’ll write another part. I don’t know yet! This is not proofread sorryyy

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @nerdraging4point0 @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie (i hope you dont mind me tagging you, i thought you would like to read this ♡)

Vinny was glad tour was over. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, he had a blast. But coming back home meant one thing for him. He would see you again. Vinny couldn’t remember a time where he hadn’t known you. Since he could remember, you were there. From kindergarten, where you beat up a guy that stole him a shovel while building a sand castle, to high school, where you were there for each other during the worst heartbreaks.

Even when he became the drummer for Motionless in White, you were there. You supported him through every life stage he was going through and it even came to the point where you bought the house next to his. You two were basically attached at the hip.

It was no wonder that when he was back in town, he visited you the second he had settled back in. There was this tradition, where to two of you would meet up, smoke some weed and talk about everything that happened during the time you couldn’t see each other. Nothing was out of the usual. Except… Everything was out of the usual this time…

It was a warm Saturday evening in July. The sun was slowly setting down and he had just come over to your house. Of course, it meant he would be here until late at night. As always.

Since the temperature reached their peak at this point, it was no wonder you only wore shorts and a crop top. Nothing Vinny hadn’t seen you in before, but this time he took a great notice in how good it actually fitted you.

As usual, you both had been smoking for almost an hour at this point and you were currently babbling about the most random shit that came to your mind. You enjoyed your time together as always. But you actually didn’t know how you got to the topic you were currently talking about.

“Oh, come on! You can’t be serious.” You exclaimed while handing him the joint. His cheeks were almost crimson red at this point. He was nervous. “You can’t tell me you really enjoy these overdramatic movies.”

“It’s not like I enjoy enjoy it, I just skip videos until I reach one that I can, you know, finish to.” He mumbled and let out a small giggle before he inhaled again.

“And you decided an old and corny eighty’s porn was the right choice?” You giggled and let your head fall onto the backrest of the couch for a second. It wasn’t unusual for you to talk about sexual events in your lives, considering you had gone through so much together, but hearing that he jerked of to something like that made you giggle almost uncontrollably.

“Oh, don’t make fun of me, I bet you watch that shit all the time.” He threw back at you, before putting the joint, or what was left of it, out.

“I’m not saying, I don’t watch porn, I’m just saying I try to keep my taste… Authentic.” You answered him honestly and shifted in your place for a second. Vinny did not miss how your crop top rode up a little and how it warmed his cheeks even more, but he decided to blame it on the drug running through his system.

“So, what’s authentic in your eyes?”

That’s when you noticed something changed. The energy in the room shifted. You looked into your best friend's greenish eyes and you noticed how they seemingly became darker. You knew he just wanted to tease you but something in his tone sparked your curiosity. Something in his attitude made you think he was genuinely interested in your taste in adult films; curious even.

“Should I show you?” You almost whispered, after contemplating your answer for what seemed like eternity. You thought about if it would make things between you and Vinny awkward but you ultimately decided against it. Nothing ever could make things between the two of you awkward.

You saw how his Adam's apple bobbed and you felt strange. There was this feeling in your gut, you couldn’t quite describe. A feeling you had never felt before when you were around him but you just blamed it on your not-sober state.

“Why not?” He mumbled quietly and you could have sworn how his gaze went to your lips for a second.

“Okay.”

Around twenty minutes later, you were gathered around your tiny laptop screen. You had finally decided on a movie to show Vinny but now that you were really sitting there, you were strangely unprepared and vulnerable.

A shaky breath escaped your lips, and you felt hot all of a sudden. There was something weirdly intimate about this thing. You felt dirty to some extent. You were about to show your best friend your taste in adult movies. You turned to face Vinny for a second, his gaze filled with an anticipating and curious expression.

“What if you find it weird?” You mumbled and his eyes immediately found yours.

“There is literally nothing about you that could surprise me in the slightest, Y/n.” He reassured you with a slight teasing tone. It took you a second to believe his words. But he was right. He knew everything about you. There was nothing weird about two best friends watching that stuff together.

“We can make a deal.” He then exclaimed and you blinked at him. “If we feel weird at any point, we just put it out and watch some dinosaur documentary or something.”

You laughed at the randomness of his media choice.

“What?” – “Dinosaur documentaries? Seriously, Vin?” Vinny smirked for a second before he lifted his hands in defends. “If you find it more comfortable, we can also sit in silence and stare at the wall.”

“No, no. You are right.” You exclaimed before holding out your hand which he took and shook lightly. “Deal.”

When you leaned down to load the video, you noticed how Vinny shuffles in this place. It felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest.

Breathe, Y/n, breathe.

After a short intro that promoted the person’s OF the video cut to a couple in a bedroom. The naked guy was sitting on the edge of the bed, almost shaking in anticipation as the girl was slowly kneeing down in between his legs. Even though the video was filmed in third person, you could clearly see how she looked up at him through her lashes. Then she began to blow him.

You swallowed hard, not really knowing what to do. You sat stiff, not daring to look at Vinny for a solid minute. The only noise filling the room being the guy’s small moans and whimpers.

“Do you like when guys moan?” Vinny then asked, causing you to look at him with a surprised look on your face.

“What?” - “I-… I mean you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but-…”

“Yeah… I-… I think I like it. When it comes naturally of course.” You mumbled and felt how your cheeks grew warmer.

You looked each other in the eyes for a second before he nodded slightly. The scene cut to him eating her out, their positions switched.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw that Vinny‘s eyes were completely glued to the screen. His eyes were wide. His mouth slightly open and he occasionally sucked his lip in to dampen it. You wondered if he enjoyed it.

You took a deep breath, trying to forget about Vinny sitting next to you, before looking at the screen again. They began fucking at this point. It was the first time you even noticed what watching porn was even like. You watched strangers chase each other’s high for your own entertainment.

You noticed the way the woman threw her head back as the guy pounded into her. She wasn’t fake-moaning, slight noises of enjoyment leaving her pink lips. Occasionally, there were words of praise exchanged between the two of them and you couldn’t help your mind wondering off again. You felt how your stomach started to heat up. You felt yourself shifting in your seat. You felt the way your mouth felt dry and you had to keep licking your lip to feel comfortable. The same way Vinny had to. You noticed how your nipples perked up slightly. How your crop top started to feel tight.

You were starting to get worked up and even though you put great afford into it, you couldn’t help but peak a glance at Vinny once in a while. His cheeks were tinted in a red tone and even though you tried not to, your gaze wondered to his pants. He was hard.

Your entire face and stomach went incredible hot at this sight, like you’d been suddenly standing in the hot summer sun. His hands that had become much more defined due to playing the drums so frequently, were laying on his thighs and he occasionally rubbed them against his black shorts like he was desperate to move them.

What shook you the most, though, was that you wanted him to move his hands.

You took a deep breath again, trying to calm your nerves. You couldn’t believe you just thought about your best friend masturbating next to you. You tried your utter best to lock those thoughts away but it didn’t even take a minute until your eyes settled back onto his figure. It intrigued you. He intrigued you.

You didn’t know how to ask him if he wanted to touch himself. You didn’t want to make it weird. But you desperately wanted to ease the tension in the room. You knew you yourself couldn’t hold back for much longer. Not that you didn’t have self-control but seeing him being so turned on by the movie, made you feel even more desperate.

Onscreen, the scene had totally changed a couple of times but you didn’t even notice one bit of it.

“Vinny?” You said, your voice sounding raspy. He made a quiet noise in response, almost sounding like a whimper. Fuck.

“You… I… I'm mean y-… You can…” You sighed before starting the sentence over. “You can touch yourself if you want.”

He swallowed and glanced over at you, looking at you for the first time since your whole dilemma had started. His beautiful eyes were dark and mirrored some kind of hunger, his cheeks flushed and you couldn’t deny how gorgeous he looked. “I-… I mean, you can too.”

“Yeah,” you gasped in response. “Yeah, it’s not weird.”

With that the dam was broken. Any clear thought in your head that would have held you back even in the slightest, was washed over by how ridiculously turned on you were.

You took a deep breath before you fingers slipped past the waistband of your shorts. You were soaking wet at this point. For a short second you coated your fingers with your arousal before placing them on your clit. There was no going back. You began to circle your clit, chasing your high as you closed your eyes.

“Shit.” You slightly moaned and threw your head back on the backrest. Even though your common sense tried to ignore the presence of your best friend next to you, you couldn’t help but focus entirely on the fact he was there. You slightly looked at him again.

You were hearing him. Soft noises slipped past his lips, his hand slightly rubbing along his clothed erection.

“You don’t have to be shy, Vinny.” You breathed out, “I won’t mind.”

“Really?” He asked. You nodded quickly and he let out a relieved sigh. He leaned forward for a second and slipped out of his shirt, earning himself a surprised look of you.

“I don’t wanna wash it, I have just put it on before coming over.” He explained and you nodded with a sheepish smile, realizing what he implied. You tried to hide how you swallowed hard. You knew you shouldn’t have watched him. It was crossing the lines of what friends should and should not do, but you couldn’t help but realize how fucking good he looked.

He basically shoved his hand into his briefs to get some relief.

Onscreen, the girl gripped the sheets of the bed to hold herself together, while you realized your hand at grabbed the small blanket laying next to you, doing the exact same thing.

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know if you should blend Vinny out completely or let your thoughts win. It was like you needed him to be there and at the same time wondered if this would change anything. You knew this was wrong deep down, you knew this was crossing a line but then he made this noise. This sweet and soft moan that escaped his lips made your head go blank.

You peaked over at him and noticed his gaze was on you. On your hand that was between your lips. You were on fire, your chest heaving.

You knew both of you should have looked away, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to watch Vinny. You lifted your fingers to your lips for a second and licked them, causing him to let out a loader moan. You couldn’t do this anymore.

When you moved them between your thighs again and pushed them inside of you, you felt like Vinny was about to crumble into a million little pieces. The pace of his hand became faster and you couldn’t help but look at his member for a second. God, he was big.

As you curled your fingers to find the delicate spots inside of you, you feared this moment would be over any second. You wanted to stay like this for eternity. Watching Vinny get off to the scene of you doing the same. You loved how he looked.

“Don’t stop, Y/n.” He moaned out when he saw you slowing down for a second and that alone almost drove you over the edge. You didn’t know if it was your horniness but you wanted nothing but to kiss him. It felt like his whines and whimpers turned you into some sort of monster that craved him but right now you weren’t even clear enough to filter out your own thoughts.

The sight of Vinny with his member in his hand felt like an intense experience. The sort of experience that made you want to change your thoughts on life completely

“You’re so fucking pretty, Vin.” You moaned out, not holding back in the slightest. “I wish I could feel you.”

If it was even possible, his cheeks turned even more red. You felt your whole skin prickling. The movie in the background long forgotten. You were staring into each other’s souls at this point. If he hadn’t known everything about you at this point, now he definitely did. And so did you.

It felt like a long-awaited event when you finally reached your high. All the tension leaving your body in such immense waves you feared you would collapse. You moaned his name loudly as your head fell back in the backrest.

Then the moans fell from his lips. It almost felt like you would cum again when you saw him cum on his chest for a second, but you pressed your eyes closed for second to calm your thoughts.

You didn’t open them for a couple of minutes until the volume of the movie in front of you was turned down a little. You peaked through your eyelashes, seeing Vinny had cleaned himself and put his shirt on again.

You slowly leaned forward and stroked over your clothes, trying to smooth them out, in an attempt to drown out your incoming thoughts. You were hyper-aware of Vinny’s gaze.

“Everything alright?” You mumbled, trying to ease the tension between you.

“Yeah…” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair. “Good movie… I guess.”

You didn’t really exchange any words, before Vinny sighed and mumbled. “I need to go home. Ricky asked if we would hangout on Discord after I get home from yours and I don’t want to leave him hanging for too long.”

You nodded, trying to gift him a small smile but all of the sudden you couldn’t look at him anymore. Not that you felt guilty or something, you just feared that those feelings would bubble up again.

“If you want I can call you afterwards and we can watch some dinosaur documentaries together.” Vinny then suggested and you laughed for a second.

“Yeah… okay.” You mumbled and put a strand of her behind your ear.

After that he quickly got up and left, leaving you with your thoughts.

After you cleaned up your living room and showered you quickly got ready for bed and awaited Vinny’s call when you realized he had texted you the second he had left.

Vin: god this was so hot

He was going to be your death.

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mihai-florescu · 14 days

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I suppose im fond of doing fanarts yes because i genuinely love the things im drawing for, but also because i know i wont be rejected. Even with 3 notes let's say, it'd mean my skill is not at a high enough level, not my ideas. There are plenty of people and fanarts to choose from, a grain of sand wouldnt get upset that another got picked up to form a castle. It's infinitely scarier to put out original projects for me and i really dont know how to break out of it. Fanfiction too feels like a more intimate thing, where you can tell more about a writer than a visual artist for example... and of course posting original stories would be out of the question for how deeply scared of being perceived (judged?) i am now. And i keep going back to thinking i shouldve taken a gap semester to work on this... i dont know how it can be even fixed. Saying "oh haha i probably have rsd" is a nice excuse, but it feels exactly as that, just an excuse. Well this is the real loop i must break out of, isnt it, to find something i can feel proud of, or at least happy with and willing to continue. I have stories, ocs, whatever, i just dont see a purpose in doing things. And it cant be (just?) external validation cuz that didnt work, or at least nothing actually registers inside me and builds up my confidence

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1tsjusty0u · 3 months

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stricken by questions in the middle of the night. hateno. do you have any fun facts + what does your link think of it + when did he get there and what happened

OH actually i have a few :D

ALRIGHTY!! for fun facts: on page 98 of creating a champion (you can view it for free) its noted that the people in hateno wear warmer clothes because theyre near a very very cold mountain which is mount lanayru and also it has a nordic aesthetic apparently! because of that once i. do research i think im going to make hateno based a bit off finland just for fun. or poland but poland is more of a personal thing. and also requires research. speaking of being at the base of mt lanayru youve probably seen this but theres little mountain symbols all across hateno (like on the signs, the pots, and some secret back sheds)! the mayors house is referred to as a church in the files (TwnObj_Village_HatenoChurch_A_01) for some reason, likely because it has the hylia statue. ALSO. this isnt confirmed at all but before i was researching those little stacked rocks. theyre up above the signs as well as near the mayors house. im half sure theyre cairns, stacked rocks made by humans thats usually for signalling a hiking trail. this site also sparsely mentions them + has insight into the architecture + the ancient tech labs (though i havent read a lot of it </3). anyways those may just be for fun/for visitors/decoration (i like to think its all of them) + its likely rock balancing. i Did find a site like this and while im inclined to trust it i dont think it applies here. also while prewriting the main ideas i thought there was cairns in goron city? but i cant find them so! yeah maybe theyre in totk otherwise theyre just in hateno and tarrey town. also while its raining karin i believe will read a little book thats in oots/wws opening cutscene style with a little prince in blue riding towards the castle. i think its neat but doesnt have too many implications besides possibly reinforcing some tloz games could be the same legend told over and over like a telephone game. also theres more in the second win mod but i cant play it because. not optimized at least for me. also. lots of footage to go into and i dunno how much was truly added

what does link think of it!!! i think he likes it a bit, especially the inn. its just cozy + both loshlo harbor and hateno beach are just kind of good thinking places. loshlo harbor especially, its just a nostalgic place for him. also i feel like he’d have a lot more use for his house than we’re given in game (custom photos, a journal, a chest so you can put items in to store them ((maybe food)), souvenirs (he’d have a lot of those i think. mainly stealing mugs), and also actually being able to cook in there). to be fair the champions photo being the only item we could place in links house had an effect, but i do want this to be. an actual house. also i think he’d get deja vu from being in the house and the harbor. nothing like stunting or debilitating but he’ll be cutting up vegetables or building a sand castle and for a moment a memory? or an image flashes and in that. thing. hes doing the exact same thing hes doing now. same place same thoughts . though some would be more memory flashes, those would be easier to tell as its not deja vu but . like finishing someones sentence without knowing what theyre going to actually say. and then he realizes ‘WAIT A SECOND’

i think he wouldve gotten there later than normal. miphers was done first, did a bit of traveling (partly because he. didnt know where it was despite the map). he probably got there somewhere after his 2nd-3rd divine beast. funnily enough i think it wouldve taken him a While to find lurilen and the forgotten temple. lurilen especially why would he Go There (he didnt read the signs in faron). he finally gets a house but at the cost of capitalism. once he gets the camera he goes to impa and then he takes a Long detour to get every single memory and without getting (too) sidetracked. he thought a fallen star was one once but it disappeared as it turned day so he never found out what that light was until he saw one physically crash into a hill. he actually mightve done the divine beasts before the camera and is delaying clammy ganon

as soon as he saw the house i think he rushed up to it, because even if it Wasnt his house it shouldnt be destroyed!!!! it was like there was a time limit. he panicked when he didnt have the money (he didnt sell gems or dragon parts at the time…) but he prevailed (selling monster parts). he does not like chopping wood.

when he got there there wasnt much fanfare? everybody thought he was Just Some Guy (he never wears the champions tunic, as well as never using the champions weapons because theyll break). he completely didnt see the guard guy and just. activated the shrine. he would learn of the statue through the small glasses child and would probably talk to the statue more if a heart container wasnt just stolen. if he could save scum he would to avoid the encounter entirely but because he cant he may just. let the statue have it. until extremely later and he talks to it again after years. i think hed show the fireflies to the statue. also i dont think he talked to anyone besides bolson and purah and symin. except for the stolen sheeps person + the shopkeeper. everytime hes there he will Always buy milk rice eggs etc. cooking ingredients are something hed never pass up. he would be a regular of yammo despite her traveling.

though i think he’d spend a lot less time in hateno than you think. its his home but also he likes to travel + have fresh air and places, and also he visits the champions villages more often than not. except for zoras domain unless he Needs to. otherwise he’d still be in lanayru and visit ruta but still be a bit of a distance away. he also doesnt visit goron city a lot though hes less averse to that. also i think he’d like ebon mountain, especially because its behind his house + he gets a good view. he would tell the guy there the actual heart lake location. also i think fairies spawn there at night (both locations)

i think some locations would be there pre cal but arent post cal. i have the excuse of the mayor mentioning that hateno was still built back from the ground (i can get the dialogue if you want!!) . specifically thered be this one hot chocolate place he’d go to that doesnt exist anymore. through a quest he can get the recipe and share it with the elders but yeah. maybe a library and actual church but shrugs

also sometimes i like to think a time capsule was buried in the backyard/under water. however thats neither here or there + it all depends on the au and how the story goes. he would miss his mom and have mixed feelings on his sister (they were also distant believe it or not. but that was his sister). he’d almost have the same reputation as purah for not leaving the house visibly i think and not talking to almost anyone.

also he hasnt dyed any of his clothes. theyre good enough for him 👍. pre cal he wouldve liked dying the act of dying a piece of fabric a lot

ALSO he doesnt hang the champions weapons in his house. he holds onto them and doesnt let go

one more thing: he’d make a note of picnic/quiet spots. theres one near the village but he doesnt really picnic with anyone even pre cal. he mostly just sits there

i will do tarrey town in the next bit!

#HELLO!!!#i . will get to the revali friendship arc. its not at all forgotten and i cant stress thst enough #wreath of the bild #not much happens </3 sorry #its more of a place to go to when he just wants to sleep and Not talk to anyone #also when he wants to retrace a part of his roots and what child him felt even if he can barely remember #even if he doesnt quite remember it his feelings would

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ordonianhero · 1 year

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What’s blue and itchy?

(I am sorry if I make wording or spelling mistakes, don’t @ me about it. I am having a shit Day. So let it go, I just need to write out this cute scenario)

I dedicate this to my good friend @thankyourluckystars13

Wind is happily skipping long the beach side with Warrior and Wild trailing behind. He is always excited whenever they land in an environment a lot like his own era. The warm sand feel nice again his bare feet, the salty spray from the wind in the air. The sound of the seagulls crying above and waves crashing onto shore. The warm sun beating down on them and kissing their skin that wasn’t covered. The Champion had his slate out taking picture of basically thing that caught his eyes. Where the Captain was just happily feeling relaxed, but also to keep the youth from running off too far from their party. Who decided to make camp early before venturing on. The portal had dropped them off in this beach not more then a hour ago. In the last place they were fighting massive hordes of monsters, so it was nice to just take a moment and rest. Before moving on. Though the excitable young sailor was about being near the water and on a sand beach, which sand were soft and porcelain white. Almost blinding to be there. The Veteran was not exactly thrilled. He resorted to be sort of snappy, to which the Smithy chose to keep him company. Time and Twilight were more then happy to do some fishing for a meal for the group. Hyrule was building a sand castle using whatever was around their camp. Sky took it as a day to just rest under the shade of a palm tree hanging over the beach.

As they made their way down the beach, Wild spotted something blue colored and ran over, snapping a picture. He then squatted down to inspected it more closely. He sure wasn’t a chu. It had ribbon like tentacles, can’t be a octo. What was this odd, liquidy creature. He slowly reach out to poke it, till he was startled by a voice.

“Don’t touch it! It maybe dangerous.”

The Champion turned his head to see whose voice it was. Spotting Wind and Warrior, running towards him, his finger still outreached towards the strange thing. The two stopping beside him as he turned his attention back to the odd thing. Sailor squats next to Wild as the Captain not wanting to get too close, his hand ready to grab his sword if needed. “We dont know what it is, it could be poisonous.” Came a concerned tone from the Captain. Who all ready didn’t like the look of the thing.

“Tsc.” Snorted Wild. “You and the Vet are one in the same, never want to explore thing.”

“Are not. The Vet has his reasons as I do. If the old man was here, he would be saying the same thing.” Stated the Captain.

Wind, not paying any attention to their little disagreement, proceeded to poke it. It jiggled a lot like jelly. Staring at the clear and deep blue color of it. It felt slimy to the touch.

“For the love of the three golden goddesses, what did I just say?!” Groaned the Captain, rubbing his face. Causing the Champion to giggle and then poked it too.

What am I going to do with these youths?

He sighed and looked down at the strange creature. Watching as the two talk among themselves about it, he took notice it contained no eyes. Over all it looked like a chu, with tentacles, with half its color drained. Normally when one runs across brightly colored creature or monster, it can be consider dangerous. For it could be poisonous. It also looked as though it has not teeth. How does this thing eat? After a while he chose to crouch down beside the two youth, to inspected it better along with them. “So any gander what it is Sailor?” Asked the Captain, interrupting their little discussion. Wind Looked at him and then smiled big, his mouth opened and oh was the Captain going to get an oceanographer of what this gross jelly blob is. Wild being excitedly ready to hear what it is.

“It’s a Velella Velella, or how us sailors out to sea call them ‘by-the-wind sailors.’ They rely on the wind and currents to move around with their sails. There must of been a storm recently and so that’s why it got beached.” Sailer spoke excitedly. Oh and if the Captain though he was done talking. Oh, NOPE! He wasn’t done. “They generally eat plankton, by using their tentacles. They carry toxins only harmful to the prey they catch, so they aren’t poisonous to us. Sure they can sting us, but nothing too bad. It’s best to avoid touching your face or eyes after touching them though. Whoop. Should of thought of that before we poked it.” He giggled as he turned to the Champion.

Captain just Face palmed. He sighed a long sigh and responded, “what happened to you if you do? Just in case you both forget.”

“Well it depends on the person, but for the most part. You become itchy.” Wind stated with a deadpan look.

“Fantastic.” Groaned the Captain. “Well lets avoid touching yourselves and anyone else, till we can get that off your hands.”

Wild and Sailor both looked back at each other and then back at the captain with sly grins. Oh he should of known. They started inching closer, causing the captain to loose his footing, falling back into the sand. The warmth of the sun heating it up could be felt through his tunic. They giggled as he frantically attempted to get away. Kicking up sand, and a chase ensued.

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Hyrule and Legend were busy trying to be very quiet as they were burying Sky in the Sand. Still sleeping. Four had turned to reading. Time and Twilight nearing the end of gathering up fish for a meal later on, when they all turned to the sound (minus sky who is dead to the world) of the Captain screaming for mercy. Followed by the two gremlins, hands reach out in front of them, cackling. Warriors running toward the direction of Traveler,Vet, and Sky. Leaping over Sky, past the other two, past Smithy, then rounding towards the Old man and Rancher. For help? For what? He in mid run and hop was attempting to rip his boots off and chucking it at the two. Missing and then running into the water, scaring off what fish that were near.

“What in din name-“ came the veteran’s questioned tone.

“They have itchy, don’t you freaking think about it you….” Warrior’s terrified voice as he inched closer to the old man. “Oi! Ranch, call off the champion.”

“Nah, you have fun with that. I have no intention to get itchy, whatever it is.” Chuckled the Ranch hand. “He’s your problem now.”

Time chuckled as he saw the shock and face of betrayal, as a gasp came out of the Captain’s mouth.

“I will do you laundry for a week, no three weeks…call him off.”

“nope. Got to make a better offer then doing my laundry princess.”

“Uh…..Uh….I will stop making dog puns for a month. No a year!” Squealed the Captain as the lads Inched closer.

Twilight and Time looked at each other then back at him. Wild and Wind inching ever closer.

“Fine. Cub. Enough. Sailor, you too.” Sighed the Ranch hand, then chuckling.

Champion and Sailor looking deflated. “Fine.” they said in unison, both looking at each other both now plotting revenge now on the Twilight. Time catching on. Waiting. Sensing. The Two turn like they were to leave the water, but then high tailing after The rancher who gave a scream, dropping his pole in the water and bolting. Time was in reach and dropped the pole and grabbing the two youth. “You have had you fun, now go find a way to get whatever you touched off your hands. You can torment later.” He said in a stern tone. He wasn’t one to stop pranks, but some pranks aren’t worth causing discomfort to anyone else. They coward. He let them go as they went off to go get the stuff off their hands. Twilight slowly returning, picking up his rod. Old man doing the Same. The Captain, letting out a sigh.

“Thanks.”

He saw a small smirk on the old man face. His inner gremlin showing. “Good thing you’re quick on your feet. Pup hand me your rod, thing we’re good on fish.”

Warriors not catching on. Rancher did. He handed over his rod to the old man. Then removing his under shirt and also handing it over. The Captain looking ever more confused. Twilight inched more into the water, sidling closer to the Captain. “Mmm, would be a shame of they had caught you. Be itchy all night.”

“Hu?” Came a puzzled response from the captain as he looked at the Rancher whose hands were behind his head and giving a toothy smirk. Then a light went off. Ooooh no. Before he had a chance to get away he is tackled into the water by the rancher. They both popping back up. Sea weed hanging from their head and shoulder, as they blew water out of their face. The rancher then let out a booming laughter. The Captain glaring, which then turned to him smirking and splashing the the Rancher. Who returned a splash back. Both laughing. Which then was followed by Sailor and Wind joining in (after they mange to wash off the itchy toxin).

Ah what a relaxing day it is on the beach. Ending with Wild taking the fish that was caught and making seafood meunère, with some mushroom risotto. Just as the most beautiful sunset painted the sky.

-fin.

(Artist, feel free to do art of this if it inspires you. Also I am sorry if it isn’t perfect. Having a hard time writing and wanted to write something comforting. I have another story I am working on that a Birthday gift for a friend. So I hope this was okay and you like it. Thank you for reading)

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>:3c , O_o and D:< FOR THAT SILLY ASK GAME FOR SUNFLOWER SOUP!!!!! 🥺🥺

HIIII MIA!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!! <3

>:3c - Do you have any particularly silly headcanons for your f/o?

HMMMMM yoshi failed his drivers licenses 6-7 times!! He can’t drive lol!! (And so cant i, twinning xp) but I also imagine him begging big mama for something small in the grocery store or mcdonalds 😭 Another thing I hc about him is that he’s A HUGE LADY GAGA FAN his fave album is The Fame or Born This Way

O_o - What kind of virtual pet would your f/o be? A Neopet? A Webkinz? Maybe even a puffle? Which one in particular? What about you?

HE WOULD BE A TAMAGOTCHI ….

Specifically Memetchi and for me on the other hand it’ll be Kikitchi me thinks..

D:< - Assign a nightcore song to you and your f/o’s relationship!

I dont know if this technically nightcore but THIS WAS SITTING ON MY PLAYLIST FOR A WHILE…. I imagine a fun beach day episode with us here. With all the montages happening like us building a sand castle, getting popsicles, running across the sand,, all the beach fun ,,,

#💛thank you for the ask!#IM GONNA ANSWER THESE SOWEEE ITS TAKING SO LONG #🌻sunflower soup🍜

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I dont know how to word this bear with me.

But basically since you said Aphmau is mostly a Zoey simp in your rewrite there was this episode in FCU where everyone basically went out into a "beach date" everyone had partners like:

katelyn and luca, Aaron and Jenny, Diana and that weird anti-government dude, Garroth and Aph

BUT NOW, THAT EPISODE BUT INSTEAD OF GARROTH, Aphmau invites ZOEY<33

BECAUSE IN THAT EPISODE, Garroth peer pressured Aphmau into going to the water when she said NO multiple times.

( because aph can't swim, and yes I know garroth doesn't know that but she said NO alot off times)

and then when aphmau finally agreed Garroth THREW her LIKE BASKETBALL STYLED HER deeper into the water where there was no sand beds or whatever (so basically Aaron saves her or whatever)

BUT NOW LETS REPLACE GARROTH WITH ZOEY.

Zoey (UNLIKE GARROTH) would understand that Aph might not like the water and instead would spend time with her on the shore and build sandcastles, talk to her, make sure she's doing just fine and all that

Hell Zoey probably would've bought aph some chips and laid there in the sun making sand castles.

So basically me hating on Garroth because Garroth and another excuse to put Zoey on top of everyone else because she's Zoey.

(I would go more into detail but I think I've rambled enough, just adding Zoey into FCU was just so AAAAAAA)

When it’s asks for me, ramble as much as you like. I enjoy to read them.

But Zoey 💕💕💕

She would try to take a nice nap in the sun and Aphmau would bury her.

But she would then help her out and then they’d kiss. Because they’re cute.

#speaking of the trip. Aaron spends the whole time complaining about the sand and just laying in the water #but he’s got a whole ass hoodie on because he hates his arms being out #it annoys Jenny because she thought it would be a chance to see her bf shirtless #but no #aphmau #aphverse #rewrite #aphblr #mystreet #aaron lycan #aphmau shalas’haska #zoey taltatheil #zoeymau #fcu #falcon claw university

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i kinda fucking hate 1.20

(image from the minecraft wiki)

Cherry blossom forests do not work at ALL for minecraft, and make the game look like half the textures were swapped for a 2015 kawaii texture pack. The color palette for this biome compared to the rest of minecraft clash so hard it's distracting, like an anime fan has a field day in aseprite. this looks bad.

I absolutely refuse to call this update "one point twenty", because it's NOT, it's update 3.0. updates went 1.8, 1.9, 1.1, 1.11, 1.12, that's not how decimals work. if we *were* at 1.9, the next logical step is 2.0, but for some reason nobody called it that. im no mathematician, but 1.20 is equal to 1.2.

Pottery feels like a mod. Not a good one, either. not even for minecraft mod standards. "oh you like creating things? create a pot!" why on earth would I build something small and lifelike with powers-worth of less combinations than if you were to build a house, or a castle, or whatever because it's minecraft. this feature doesn't tie into anything else, this is completely self contained and adds nothing except bloat to the game. why anyone would bother to do this in survival is beyond me.

I've been dying to rant about this one! Archaeology breaks minecraft's world building outright, and destroys any lore building to now. Minecraft has always had magic and occult themes; enchanting tools and items, pillagers and woodland mansions, potion brewing and witches, zombies and skeletons and giant spiders, the stronghold, the end portal (and igniting it via enemies' eyes), and now we have the most normal form of human science. if it was astronomy or botony or chemistry (alchemy would be sick but that's not a modern human science) then MAYBE but it ISN'T. it's fucking rocks. god knows they aren't gonna do anything creative like you find an ancient artifact or something, you just dust off "suspicious sand" and get in return just completely random and useless shit. If you're late game enough to start adventuring around in search of suspicious sand, why on EARTH would you need ANY of this?

now, to further this fruitless endeavor of adding more stuff from real life to make minecraft more "realistic" or whatever, why would they backpedal SO HARD to add the sniffer? An entirely fictional creature in an update with otherwise exclusively real life additions, there's no theme here. From what i've seen of the sniffer, it looks like a fine mob that actually has something worth adding to minecraft, it just digs around and has fun and acts like a big wacky turtle. love it. A+. why the fuck does it not spawn naturally. the only reason archaeology is useful to any degree to to spawn sniffers, and sniffers dont serve any functional purpose other than to rizzen up your base with ancient plants. why not just make sniffers dig up food for themselves, and then you can tame them to start digging up plants? having sniffers wander around would make the game way cooler, but instead they had to use them to justify a completely useless unrelated system to exist. god that pisses me off.

I had to get this out of my system, but I would like to use this blog for shit im doing in addition to long posts like these about whatever laith is thinking at 11 am on a sunday. I dont like limiting myself to just the funnies and having a shit ton of side blogs is annoying, so if you didnt like this change of form i am not sorry and I will be doing more. ok bye gang

#minecraft

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Yandere Steven Universe x Child! Sibling Reader, Gender Neutral.

Your name is Y/N Universe, you were birthed by Rose Quartz, and was given to Steven for him to protect You.

By the time you were 5 years old, your gem powers were out of your control, but by the help of Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl, they helped you control your gem.

As time went, as you guys fought villains, and many time you were vulnerable as a child, Steven hatched and Clinged onto you, locking you in his room, almost forgetting to feed you, because sometime eating a meal that you specifically created can be dangerous. Corrupted gems are attached to your power, and it can be extremely dangerous if you have use your gem, close to a gem, that has been searching for you, so they can use you for your power and gem.

It was a sunny day, you had just turned 6, and you were sitting on the sand, building a sand castle, you giggled as the sand tickled your legs, Steven watched closely as you played, the water went back and forth from the shore.

You tried to build another structure to be apart of your castle, it fell apart, all of it. Tears pricked your eyes, your lower lip stuck out, Stevn took notice of your situation, "Hey, what happened Y/N?" He asked, "My Castle, broke, and fell apart..." Your voice cracked and wavered as the tears came down and onto the sand, wetting it.

"No, No, No, dont cry.." Steven reassured, but you kept crying, "I am try notto-to, but I can't stop!" You wailed as the tears came out, you then shook your head as Steven attempted to picked you up.

"Get away from me!" You screamed as you crawled away, seeing him through your thick tears, a monster, like he always was to you through the years.

The countless starvation, the slight abuse, the altercations....Steven had caused it, and you were to small to try and to escape from him, only seeing it as that he wants to help you....

You picked yourself up, and ran away to the house, Steven sat on the sand, he orbs flashing red,

"Your mine....." He whispered, as he remembered the bloody scenes he caused, the corpses flashed through his mind...

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themes, encounters, places, motifs etc i often see in my drems:

robert (of course)

houses on fire. sometimes its my room, somtimes its some building or even half ot the city. i used to see these almost every day when i was 4. sometimes they arealready burned, with ugly black stains, once i saw a really scary burned bus

space. open space and nebulas i see thru illuminators in a spaceship, or being on other planets, or too many visible stars n galaxies in the sky, or even weird trips thru space. sometimes with aliens

inuits. often seen in dreams with space

horses i have as a pets like dogs. they usually behave like dogs

psych ward. or rehab. or combined. i hate to see these even tho sometimes the dreams itself are interesting. can be really scary shit with ruty beds, broken glass, crippled ppl and lot of blood

weird toilets. classic

weird stairs. crooked, broken, dangerous, full of trash. also classic but usually ppl see these as nightmares while in my dreams stairs like this never bring me anxiety or uneasy feelings

greenhouses, big, beautiful, overgrown and usually abandoned. sometimes its just some very exotic-looking overgrown places

secret tunnels. usualy its houses i move in with my parents. i may find a secret way to some garden. or a door in unexpected place in a large building that led to some kind of bathroom

dogs

sitting in a bath. often in unusually big bathtub in early morning(~5am). sometimes with some fine guy (nothing sexual)

little exotic animals. usually fishes, amphibias or reptilias. i often find myself taking care or a lot of them in manylittle aquariums scattered around the house

found toys. lps, mlp or plushies. i have a lot of them. i can find them on the street, near the trashcans, buried in sand, left in room by previous owners. sometimes i lose them too.

lad with tan skin and caramel colored long hair called prince. usually in love with me

weird ass building of soviet era with unimaginable interior planning. they are often located in a region i live in but in reality they are non existent or, rarely, present but just not that weird. sometimes i have to save some young rebel who will be executed in one of these buildings

the greatest fucking powerful majestic storm is coming

school. for now the most reoccurent dream is that i go into 11 class, i know that i dont need it and couldve just stay in home, usually theres not many ppl and i leave earlier. few years ago there were many dreams in which i came late and without trousers, just in my pants, but nobody really cared and it was rather nuisance rather than shame. sometimes school is abandoned. anyway alienation vibes

classmates. not always in school, sometimes in my house somewhy (it never happened irl)

malls. often at night or early morning. often weird, with dim light and almost without ppl. but always with some interesting sweets

modern building. usually white and tall, sometimes with minimalistic-futuristic design. sometimes i move in or used to live in them. often theres sound of drills

trains or trams full of young ppl. usually punks and train is in a bad state and full of tags. usually i spend theresome nights

wizards. like with a hat and purple starry mantle and magic want. usually comes with cool magic castle

bazaar. sometimes magical. usually its that one location made of old wagons in my city near school, that place was demolished almost 10 years ago

driving cars or trucks. usually i dont have a driving license and feel awkward but never crash anything

tiles on walls or floor

me doing suicide (usually with a gun)

misty flooded river at the countryside my grandparents used to live. and overall the misty landscapes

musicians or music band. especially bo ningen

hospitals or polyclinics. liminal long empty hallways. im never a patient in them

various blonde girls

cities i dont live in. can be a pleasure walk (usually its hungary) or anxious one where lost, have no money and try to find a way home

neglected flat. sometimes really awful, dirty and disgusting. often it has dark stains on the wall as if it burned. sometimes i live there. sometimes i share apartments with drug addicts

furries. like real cool anthro animals

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rule #12 - through the tides

Rule #12 - Through the Tides - Fish in a Birdcage

Voltron Pairings - Hunk & Lance & Pidge Tags - shark attack, amputation, surfing, surfer! lance, no voltron lions au, blood and injury, harm to animals (the shark had it coming), hurt no comfort, nonbinary! pidge, gore Summary - Lance just wants to surf, but it seems like a creature of the sea has different plans in mind. Word Count - 1,837 Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own Whumptober 2023 - Day 16: Amputation See my full Whumptober 2023 Challenge on Tumblr or Ao3

Author Note:

this is inspired by a VERY specific fanart of lance and shiro (not ship i dont think) where shiro is trying to comfort a crying lance, who is staring horrifiedly at his amputated arm. the nub has obvious shark bites, and the whole work is so compelling bc its like lance was hurt by the thing he loves THE MOST in the world (or that the fandom has assigned to him anyway) and nobody can understand his pain but shiro, who is also an amputee.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT. I CANT FIND IT. i cant find the fucking fanart. its gone. if any loser reads this fic and happens to have the fanart somewhere. link me to it. or dm me on instagram or twitter. i am desperate. i am so utterly desperate idk what to do with myself

also faintly inspired by barbie's "a mermaid tale" but thats only because the only references i have to surfing are the movie and Teen Beach Movie and im gonna be honest, this is not like teen beach movie at all

The ocean is Lance’s happy place. When he sets his feet in the cold salt water, the tension in his body from the day or week flows out of him like how the ocean waves ebb against the shore. His feet sink into the sand and seep between his toes. It’s a natural massage to work out his anxieties. The breeze rushes off the horizon, tossing his hair and cooling the sweat on his forehead.

He stares at the glittering sun in the midday sun. It brings him relaxation and adrenaline all at once; the water lapping his ankles is his calming massage, but the waves crashing further ahead call his name as though they are a crowd of excited fans. Lance doesn’t surf professionally, preferring to keep his hobbies and his career separate, but that doesn’t mean he won’t get a rush from the beachgoers watching him tackle the unforgiving ocean.

He adjusts the board under his arm and takes a deep breath. He spares one glance over his shoulder at his friends waiting on the safe sand. Hunk waves at him enthusiastically from where he’s building an already impressive sand castle considering they only arrived ten or so minutes ago, and Pidge smiles from their lounge chair. Their massive umbrella protects their fair skin from burning at the slightest touch of the sun.

Lance turns back to face the waves. A big wave builds in the distance, too far for Lance to get to in time. It’s a promise of a thrilling challenge yet to come. He doesn’t waste any longer and strides out to join the people swimming out in the ocean.

The chill of the ocean is a fresh of breath air to him. Most people — Pidge — complain about the bite and sudden cold, but Lance has never been able to understand that reaction. It’s like a mint for bad breath, a shower after toiling in the mud, and a payday after two weeks of hard labor. He embraces the slap of the crystalline water as though it’s an old friend, which in some ways, it is.

He hoists himself stomach-first onto the board and drifts when his feet can no longer touch the ground. He’ll propel himself now and again to keep moving in the right direction, but for the most part, he stays stagnant on the water. Waves come and go as they please; a good one is harder to catch than a mediocre one, and a gnarly wave is the rarest of them all. Unfortunately, Lance is in the mood for something huge to make the adrenaline rushing through his veins worth it, so he has to wait a long time.

Honestly, it’s not so bad. As long as he’s in the ocean, he can’t feel the edges of impatience creeping up on him. The sound of the water’s ever-constant movement is a melody to his ears and a remedy for his greed. He can stare for hours at the way the sun reflects off the water in dazzling bursts of light. It’s a phenomenon that can’t be replicated even if all of history’s best painters rose from the dead to collaborate on recreating the scene.

It can’t capture the smell of salt and seaweed, the gentle caress of the water on his hands and calves, or the happy people screaming and splashing each other in the distance. Seagulls circle overhead and dive when they find a fish straying too close to the surface, or they find a human to harass for bread and chips. The heat of the day burns on Lance’s tanned skin, unrelenting even as the thin clouds attempt to diminish its power.

It’s Heaven on Earth. Michelangelo could never hope to replicate it.

Lance spies a wave rippling in the distance. The water ripples, and the frequency of the sloshes near his board change. His heart picks up pace, and his arms start working to get closer to the rising wall. After years of surfing, he can easily tell which waves will end in a disappointing, diffused heap, and which ones will create a loop so large Lance can stand inside.

A shadow overcasts the water that the wave rises over, and the rush of the moving water overpowers the loud beachgoers closer to shore. His world narrows to him, the wave, and his board. Lance forces his board and himself underneath the wave, the ocean completely encasing him in sea water. He stays there for a moment, salt and water burning his eyes and flowing against his closed lips. The sounds of the surface world are muffled, and he can only distinctly hear the gushing water.

When he’s about to break the surface, he spots a form under the water. Lance has had close encounters with sea creatures before — fish, crabs, jellyfish, and other rather unfriendly animals that didn’t appreciate a human traversing their home. He’s never been upset when they pinch, bite, or sting; he is the trespasser. The ocean is not his home.

He’s been near sharks before but in every single instance, it was in a more or less controlled environment. The sharks were small, freshwater, and used to human presence. Experienced divers kept their noses and teeth from ever getting within biting distance.

In the split second after, he breaks the surface with his board clutched in a white-knuckled grip. All he can see now is the very tip of the shark’s gray fin coming straight towards him.

“Shark!” He screams as loud as he can, and he climbs onto his board as quickly as he can. The wave is still moving, on the brink of collapsing in the great surge he’s been waiting for. They travel fast, faster than he hopes the shark is willing to go to keep up with him. It’s not going to be the surf that he wanted, but by God is it going to be the one he’s going to get. It’s ride-or-die, literally.

Hazily, he hears the blow of whistles and the revving of the lifeguards’ waterskis. His heart beats too hard in his chest, and it nearly overpowers the sounds of the restless ocean. His board wobbles underneath him, threatening to knock him off with the slightest misstep. He knows it's the panic setting into him that’s throwing him off but his running mind can’t help but associate it with the shark moving in the depths below him.

The shark produces a massive shadow underneath his board and rocks Lance off-balance. It’s slippery from being completely under the water, and his tingling feet prevent him from a steady grip. His arms flail in the area to pull him back on the center of the board.

He’s still screaming his head off when he falls. It’s not completely off — his body is still on, but his hips straddle the board and his legs plunge into the ocean. He tries to pull them back up, but he notices the wave has left him behind.

Then pain explodes in his right leg.

He thrashes against the board, attempting to use his full body weight to dislodge the shark off his leg. But it holds fast. Lance can see its body as more than just a shadow, now. Its nose sticks out of the water, and its huge body moves back and forth with all of the effort it has to pull him underneath the waves.

Lance can hardly think past the bite, how it sears his leg in the worst agony he’s ever felt. He’s been burned, stabbed in a fight, beaten to a bloody pulp, yet nothing compares to this. His skin rips and tears under the huge, sharp teeth of the shark. It takes all of his core strength to keep on the board and not tip over, which means leaning on the other side. It’s taking off his leg, it’s taking off his leg, but he has to sacrifice it if he wants to survive.

Blood comes up in smokey waves to pool around him and the shark, mixing with the white steaks and bubbles created by their fight. Lance lets go only temporarily to punch the animal directly in the nose, which actually gets it to let go. Its body torques and thrashes in the water. Lance uses the short opportunity to bring his leg onto his board.

Except it doesn’t come out of the water. His knee comes up, but the space where his calf and foot should be is occupied by the overflowing pour of blood and flesh. Tendrils of the tendons the shark couldn’t get ahold of swing in the open air. His white bone peaks out from his knee, a small numb in comparison to the long bone that should continue the skeleton.

He screams, and he screams when the shark launches to finish the job, and he’s still screaming when a pair of hands hoist him off of his board and out the shark’s bloody, snapping jaw. Its beady eyes flash in the open air, staring directly at its prey before it flops under the water once more. It breaks his board in half from the crash of its massive body directly down the center.

Lance’s voice is hoarse, and his sobs are uncontrollable as he stares at his leg. Or rather, the absence of it. It throbs like it's still there. The pink and red bits of his flesh fly off in the wind from the speed of the jet ski. The lifeguard is saying something to him, but he can’t hear it over the engine of the machine and the static in his ears.

He’s never going to surf again. He’s never going to be able to walk on his right leg again. Not as flesh and bone, but as a wooden peg, metal, a machine, nothing but the air. It should still be there. He can still feel it. Parts of it remain; his liquid and solid insides still flow and burst into the area where it should be. It should be there.

But it’s not, and it’s unbearably painful and all he can do is sob as the pain overtakes all of his senses. Salt flies into the gaping wound, filling up the space where his leg should be.

Where his leg isn’t. Where it never will be.

He’s sobbing when the paramedics drag him into the waiting ambulance, and he’s reduced to whimpers as the sheer pain overrides his consciousness. Hunk cries with him and holds his hand, and Pidge can’t seem to stop screaming, either.

He passes out thinking about his leg. How it’s gone and never coming back. but still hurts all the same, still mocks him in its presentation of being real and attached to his body. He sees the pink, pulsing flesh peeling from his knee in thick strips behind his eyelids. He feels the warm, blood-infested water, and stares into the gaping jaws of the shark that claimed his leg.

Then, the deep, watery darkness of unconsciousness.

#voltron #voltron fanfic #vld #vld fanfic #lance mcclain #vld lance #voltron lance #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #ai less whumptober #whumptober fic #whumptober #whumptober2023

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Shifting Sands

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Isaiah 43:11 I, even I, am the Lord; and beside me there is no saviour.

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+ Matthew 7:26 But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM BUILDING WITH JESUS

I AM LIVING FOR JESUS

I AM WISE IN THE WORD

I AM HOLDING ON TO JESUS

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When I was younger, my parents used to take me and my other siblings to the beach. We used to swim and play in the sand; as I got older, we went less, and I remember when we did go, it was very peaceful, and the sand was always soft and welcoming under my feet, it was always so peaceful to place my feet on the sand, and no more matter how deep I dug the sand was always there.

Still, if we built sandcastles on the beach, they did not stand , when we would build them. They will fall, but when I looked around, I remember always seeing some people who had no problem with building a castle it was beautiful; even today, if you have time, go on to YouTube and you'll see people build amazing things with sand so what I found as a disadvantage they didn’t , what I couldn't do they could and one time I saw this woman interviewing this man about how he do it he said I had been doing this for so long and he went on to explain it, and honestly I didn't get it, until now.

When we build our life around Jesus, something solid we will NOT crumble; it won't fade, and when we build on something in this world, it will crumble and fade, and what we forget about is when we stick with God. We dont waver and move; things become easier because we realize that nothing is impossible with God; as we grow with God, we get off of baby food and become mature.

1 Corinthians 16:13 Be watchful, stand firm in the faith, act like men, be strong.”

I understood now what that man was saying in his interview; he knew what to do because he has been doing it for a long time and he had the right tools .I only had a bucket, and he had all these tools and a bucket when we prepare for life with God we have the right stance in life, but when we place our mind on money and clothes and things like this , THINKING THIS IS exactly what we need ,we will lose each time, we won't accomplish anything it will be like building a sand castle near the ocean it won't last.

What’s in your life that isn't lasting? What have you built your life on? What do you need to change to be steady instead of weak in the spirit? Jeremiah 8:9 The wise men shall be put to shame; they shall be dismayed and taken; behold, they have rejected the word of the Lord, so what wisdom is in them?"

It tells us here that wise man shall be put to shame because they rejected the word of God, and because they did this, it doesn’t matter how smart they think they are; intelligence doesn't mean anything without the knowledge of God I have known people to have tons of degrees and certificate, but dont understand the true wisdom of God because they placed so much time into the wrong things, or they thought those degrees and certificates that’s what was going to get them far.

It doesn't and won't; we have to remember that the wisdom of this world can only take us so far, but the wisdom of God can open so many doors; look at Solomon, look at Peter; they relied on the wisdom of God, and they were able to speak and showcase Gods wisdom in them because everything we do have to be done for the glory of God not our own.

Proverbs 14:1 The wisest of women builds her house, but folly with her own hands tears it down.

No matter how hard I tried to build a castle, it wasn't going to work because I didn't have the right tools; even though I thought, hey, how hard can it be but if we are starting life , like the builder that build his house on sand ( on the things of this life ) it will fail, it won't last because we aren’t starting it with GOD , alot of times we think that God will just have to follow me through this and make it right along the way , no he doesn’t ,if we start anything in this life and it isnt with God it wont last , we have to understand that God is the begining and the end and what he says will last .

“Galatians 5:1 For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.”

***The only reason the ground under you have turned into shifting sand its because the foundation you use to build on isn’t sturdy , the Holy Spirit said you have to stop building on that and start building on the rock! He said when you PRAY , READ YOUR WORD, MEDITATE, FAST, you are building on a steady foundation which is Jesus , see Jesus is the foundation and when you communicate with him and dwell with him and soak in him you will stand on HIM! **

***Today we have to look at our life the way God see it, which we are his , the lord has given us what we need in this life but it’s up to us to follow him and, the things in this life is right here and now , we can see it and it give us happiness but all of it is temporary, when we place our selves before God , when we take the stance that we are living for God and walking in holiness we are saying we belong to him ! Every day we have the opportunity to grow and spend time with him but it’s up to us to do it ! ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly father thank you so much for everything , thank you being our joy , for being our life and everything lord forgive us for any sins we have done ,we desire to build with you not on the feasible things of this life. Lord we love you and give you honor and glory. Thank you for watching over us each and every day even while we are sleeping we praise you for your mercy and grace. Lord we rebuke rebellion, anxiety, and depression we want to be free from anything that will cause us to sink , lord be our life jacket in this life In Jesus Name Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ Luke 6:49 But the one who hears and does not do them is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. When the stream broke against it, immediately it fell, and the ruin of that house was great.”

+ Jeremiah 8:9 The wise men shall be put to shame; they shall be dismayed and taken; behold, they have rejected the word of the Lord, so what wisdom is in them

+ Proverbs 14:1 The wisest of women builds her house, but folly with her own hands tears it down.

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