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osachiyo · 6 months

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my sunshine ・ gojo satoru ─── f!reader . daddy gojo (literally) approx 0.6k ᘎᘏ cw none !

everyone knew satoru had the biggest sweet tooth, and apparently his daughter took after him in that aspect.

"wan' that, daddy!" the cute 3 year old girl pouted, peering up at her father from below, stubby little finger pointing at the cookie-jar oh so neatly placed on top of the counter.

"you want the cookies, princess?" satoru asked, making her nod with a small 'mhm!' so damn cutely that almost made him fold. almost.

"but, buuut mommy said no cookies 'till dinner, remember?" satoru pouted, kneeling to be at the same height as his tiny girl, who only slouched her shoulders in disappointment− before looking up at the snow haired man again− shoving her hand into his face with only her pointer finger up, "jus' one, I pwooomise!"

he only chuckled in response, large hand reaching to ruffle her fluffy hair− which was parted into two cute pigtails, various clips and bows decorating it. "alright, fine. juuuuust one, okay sweet girl?" his voice was anything but strict− plump lips curled into the biggest grin. she only beamed up at him, giggling and squealing as he hoists her up and sits her on top of the marble counter, her legs swinging back and forth in sheer excitement.

satoru reached for the jar, carefully opening the lid before taking out two cookies; one of his precious sweet tooth of a daughter, and one for himself. he handed one of them to her, before making a 'zip' motion on his lips− indicating for her to keep quiet about this. she gladly took the cookie with her grabby little hands rosey lips parting to let out a little 'thwank you!' before nodding, agreeing to keep this a secret between her and daddy.

" 's so yummy, daddy!" she squealed, letting out the cutest fucking giggle known to mankind− in his words. he grinned, taking a moment to truly admire her− admire the sweet little bundle of joy that you, his woman, the love of his life had gifted him and he couldn't thank you enough.

he watched as his sweet girl happily munched on the sweet treat, her chubby little cheeks now stuffed with the chocolate chip cookie. god, he'd give her the goddamn world. he smiled softly to himself before taking a bite of his cookie, eyes sparkling at the taste. "you're right, baby. it's very yummy," he said with a mouthful of cookie, glancing at her with this cerulean blues, "mommy's the best baker out there, eh?" she nodded in agreement, before also speaking with a mouthful of cookie, "uh-huh! she's also the best mommy everrrrrrr! but she'd be better if she let me eat more cookies, y'know?"

satoru cackled at that− she really did take after him.

bonus :

"I'm home!" you yelled out softly, taking your shoes off and neatly placing them to the shoe-rack. you walked over to the kitchen in order to put the groceries in their designated spot when you noticed the cookie-jar.... missing.

you sighed, placing the groceries down on the counter before looking for your precious daughter and husband− and the missing cookie jar. and you found the both of them right as you walked into the spacious living-room, a children's playing on the tv, your eyes softening at the sight of gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer to exist, with his baby girl in his arms, snuggled up so comfortably into his chest as the fuzzy blanket covering them slowly started to slide off.

a smile tugged at your lips, walking over to them when something hit your foot− looking down, you saw the completely empty cookie jar laying on the floor, abandoned after they were done devouring each and every one of the cookies, most likely. you rolled your eyes with a huffed out laugh, walking closer to them before noticing the small cookie crumbs on their adorable faces. you shook your head with a defeated smile, like father like daughter, huh?

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kneelingshadowsalome · 6 months

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Picture credit: xbruised_peachx on Twitter

Sorry but I’m on my young recruit König & old colonel König brainrot again

CW: More polyamory headcanons with 2 Königs. Healthy relationship with old König and toxic relationship with young König, possessive behaviour, jealousy, NSFW 18+ only

The way he greets you when he comes back is so sweet you almost melt right there on the doorstep. He cups your face with both hands, gives you the most tender kiss known to mankind, and envelops you in a soul-warming hug. The love of your life sighs deeply as he holds you; his sweet, adorable wife. The Colonel may be a little tired but he's also extremely happy to be home again.

Colonel König, the older, calmer version of König is everything a woman could want. You married him early because he charmed you right off your feet.

You ride him on the first night because you simply want to show how much you've missed him. Colonel König never objects to you taking the reins every now and then. You see it from his eyes that he’s in seventh heaven whenever you bounce on his cock. He’s just happy to see you take your pleasure from him. He’s the luckiest man on earth because his needy young wife never gets enough of him – it strokes his ego that someone like you wants someone like him.

He always puts his things where they belong and takes a shower before walking into the living room and falling on the sofa with another deep sigh. He looks like he just fought an entire war by himself. When you go to make some dinner, he bounces back up and offers to help. You have to convince him that he can rest while you prepare some food. When you return with the meal, the tv is on but the Colonel is snoring softly on the couch.

He praises you and the meal, and you both talk about your days (or weeks). It calms your nerves just to talk with him. Colonel König is cultured and mature and you can talk to him about politics or the squirrels in your garden or some new documentary you've watched. He can hold any conversation.

He's illegally hot with his deep voice and loving stare, not to mention the thick muscles covered by a healthy layer of fat. You pride yourself on giving him some of that by feeding him so well. He already has a few laugh lines at the corner of his eyes – you pride yourself on giving those to him, too.

In the morning he’s much more vigorous. A good night's rest does wonders to any man, and König wakes up to cuddle you with a good, hard, thick erection. If you’re still sleepy, he will go down on you – he loves it when you’re too tired and warm and pleased to fight him.

He edges you for at least an hour: now it’s his turn to show how much he has missed you and how much he appreciates it that he has a cozy, beautiful home and a lovely, beautiful wife to return to. He’s sure he won the lottery with you, and you’re sure you’ve been blessed with the most attentive gentleman on earth. You feel like floating before you even get to the breakfast table.

Colonel König brings you small gifts and expensive flowers everytime he comes home, and takes you on a vacation to a new, exciting place every chance he can get, which is multiple times a year. You never have to ask for anything because he already got it for you.

You never have to fear you’re too much, or too moody, too this or too that: König appreciates you just the way you are and takes your fits and breakdowns and insecurities and PMS struggles like a champ. He stays calm during any storm and you can always trust him with all your troubles. You stopped apologizing for yourself an aeon ago because you know König doesn’t want to hear it: he only wants to comfort and console you when life has been hard on you. He will do anything to make it better, and if he can’t make it better, he will hold you long and fast until you smile again.

He takes such good care of you that you cried into his chest hair about it once. König only caressed you and said you deserve all of it and more. You could hear the calm, content smile on his lips while you were ugly crying about him being too good for you and spoiling you to bits.

When you asked if there’s anything you can do to return the many favors he’s given you, his face turned super smug before he suggested that you could always blow him. That’s probably the most obscene thing you've ever heard him say, which is why your face was all flushed when you travelled down to suck his already hard cock.

If only he didn’t have to repair the damage left behind by his younger version, you two would be the happiest couple this world has ever seen. Life would be peaceful and his home would stay nice and clean if the young, horny recruit had never walked into your life. He would have more energy and he could go back to work with a peaceful mind if it weren’t for this boy who has yet to learn how to be a man. A boy he couldn't deny you because you must always have everything you want; it's a law he lives by. You saved him from himself, and he will see you happy no matter what.

For some reason a troubled, violent young pup who shows a woman he loves them by bullying and fucking them to a quivering heap is what makes you happy at this point in life. Perhaps it's only a bonus that the rookie takes the blunt of your libido... otherwise he might be in trouble with his younger wife.

It’s just that the Colonel knows he can’t satisfy all your needs. You have a dark side, which he appreciates, and he thinks he’s being a good man when he allows this to happen. He's a good man, both to you and to the rookie who is the cockiest and also the most deranged, damaged little creature he has ever seen.

He tries his best to carve a man out of this poor, traumatized young bastard. He tries his best to give you the opportunity to live your life to the full by having two men who absolutely and utterly worship you... in their own ways.

Because when Young Recruit König comes home?

He’s not tired at all. He’s just excited and pent-up from being away from you for so long. He greets you by lifting you into a bone-crushing hug, sets you down when you whimper, and buries his face into your neck. You never get a kiss on the lips or a peck on the cheek: young König gives you a long, bruising love bite on your neck while you squirm and whine in his hold. He's something of a sadist when he only laughs and asks, “How has my sweet little Muschi* been...?” *Muschi means pussy in German :(

He doesn’t offer to help, he just throws his bags on the floor and asks what’s for dinner. If you have it ready, he nuzzles his face into your neck again and says how much he loves you, how perfect you are, and how he’s going to show how much he missed you after he's had a taste of your delicious cookings.

You watch how he eats almost all of it, a meal meant for an entire family. Colonel König eats like a horse, too, but he’s modest compared to our young rookie who goes to the gym in addition to his hectic job and probably burns 4000 calories per day just by daydreaming of filthy scenarios with you.

Don’t even think about riding him slowly into the sunset. Young König takes you while you’re on your knees, your ass and pussy exposed to his hungry gaze and hard cock. It borders on humiliating sometimes, the way he treats you. You grab for support from the sheets, knowing that it’s useless.

You’re in luck if you happen to cum, because the first round is just him using his little muschi, the tight, sweet hole he’s missed so much. He sounds like an animal until he cums, then kisses you all over when he’s done. You both sound like you're about to cry as he gives you hot, fond smooches where it tickles the most, getting some kind of sick satisfaction from the way you squirm and shudder in his hold again.

Round two is much more gentle and König is way more attentive, now focusing solely on you. Or at least on how you look under him, how desperate and wet your eyes get, how your tits bounce when he makes love to you. Well, you wouldn’t say that the younger version of König even knows how to make love – the old Colonel has tried to teach him, but he seems to get very pissed at anyone telling him what to do and how to do it. Plus he knows he can give you what the old man can or will not: a rough fucking that leaves you breathless, helpless and very much in love.

Because even if the first time is pure madness, the sessions that follow are made of intense adoration. König is obsessed with you and your desperate moans, your tight, wet cunt, the way he can make you cum three or four or even five times a day. He’s not the most gentle, attentive guy but he will do anything in his power to make you shiver, shake, beg, and clench. While Colonel tries to savour you nice and slow, the younger recruit lives for extremes. Sometimes it feels like he’s trying to drive you (or himself) mad.

The sheets have to be changed on the third day of his leave, and there’s not a surface in your house he hasn’t bullied you on or against. After a few days of fucking and living on takeaway food (König won’t let you from his sights for one minute), the young recruit finally calms down and agrees to watch some movies with you. You even get him to do some chores.

He won't help you in the garden like Colonel König because he's interested in the most dangerous, illegal or unnecessary jobs in the house, such as: can he fix the weather vane while balancing on a slippery roof, or would it be any fun if he did some DIY electrical work by himself. But he will help you with your computer, fix you some weed and turn a cooking session into a play fight that ends with you both on the kitchen floor and König sampling you instead of the sauce you tried to offer him.

This young rookie comes home with a wine bottle or some new sexy lingerie for you to wear (and him to tear right off). One day he comes home with a kitten, a scared little orange tabby, and asks if you like it while an evil grin spreads on his face. The poor thing tries to scratch and claw König but he has his gloves on, and when it gets released to your apartment, it runs under the sofa and won't come out, not before König comes up with a solution that involves some tuna. You're 100% sure he either stole that kitten or found it abandoned somewhere.

König leaves you in the good care of his older version, knowing that the aftercare he provided barely counts as aftercare because it’s filled with manic kisses and hugs that hardly allow you to breathe. The things he mutters in your ear when he holds you are usually about you being the best pussy he’s ever had, or about would you like it if he killed the old fart.

The cat turns out to be very vocal and cuddly but it also destroys your curtains and the Colonel's side of the bed. It grows up to be a violent bird hunting machine and an entire menace that, perhaps to no one's surprise, reminds you of your young lover.

Conversations with König mainly include him mansplaining things to you. He boasts a lot and you get the feeling he's actually very insecure under all that brash cockiness. But whenever you try to work on that with him, he soon gets annoyed, frustrated, or horny. Any attention is both poison and elixir for this man.

When you start to cry from him being so intense with you and mean to the man you love (the man who allows this young rookie to eat his food, fuck his wife and practically live in the house he bought with hard work) he says it’s only because he knows you’re not happy with him, not really.

But he can make you happy. He has money too. He can give you everything you want, too. And didn’t he just make you cum twice with his tongue and cock? Can the old man do that, eh? What else do you need? What else could you even ask for?

You have to make your calls and texts to the Colonel in secret even if your arrangement is known to all parties involved. It’s just that the young recruit becomes even more crazy and possessive in bed if he sees or hears you talking to his rival. You get the sense that he's not just crazy and self-centered: he's actually so desperately in love with you that he can't take the reminder that you're someone else's wife.

You tried to live together once, but it ended in both of your lovers in the hospital and you crying next to their beds. They made an uneasy truce after that, and agreed that they should take turns with you.

They mainly talk to each other through you nowadays. The "talking" mainly consist of threats which you never deliver.

Colonel König says he’ll snap the young prick’s neck if he ever hurts you in any way, your body or your feelings. You never say to him that the damage is already done – well, perhaps he hasn't hurt your body, which is sore from all the love, yes, but never abused. But he has hurt your feelings many times by being so callous, intimidating, and reckless.

Your nervous system is constantly on high alert with the young recruit who fantasizes very openly and cruelly about all the things he’d like to do to the Colonel (such as "if he tries to show me how to fuck this sweet Muschi again, I will fuck him to his grave with his own dick" or "I have a bullet with your lover's name on it. Have you ever held a gun, kleiner Schatz? Would you like me to show you how to load a rifle?")

When you remind him that you’re the Colonel’s wife, and won’t listen to such violent, stupid nonsense, the young recruit smiles with another devilish grin and says you needn’t worry: you wouldn’t be a widow for long. He would propose to you once the funeral is over and done with. Perhaps he’ll propose at the funeral. Would you like that…? Would it make you wet?

It's the only time you actually slapped him, and it only got him hard. When you were shocked about that too, he asked why do you think men go to the army in the first place, and urged you to slap the Colonel too and see what it does to him.

What you find a bit funny though is how this entitled young man seems to think about the Colonel everytime he’s inside you. He always brags about how he fucks you better than him, how he knows you prefer his mouth over the old man’s. He knows his cock is bigger too: he compared once when they were having a piss outside. He also knows you should make babies with him: they would be very healthy. Surely you’d choose him over the old Colonel if it came to breeding you? If you ever want children, you only need to ask...

#double trouble au #2 Königs one reader #könig x reader

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xoxoamyas · 5 months

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Christmas Surprise <3

rating : fluff, reader gets called petnames [ darling, love, dear ]

king!wilbur x royalty!gn!reader [ use of you/yours, no name mentioned ] [ married wilbur and reader ]

☆ . wilbur decides it's finally time to give you a surprise with a long-awaited gift. all the while, sweet shenanigans ensure between you two. <3

note : if i don't get this out now, i never will. consider it my christmas gift/special from me to you. i really wanted to do a royalty type thing, and this was made, i hope you enjoy it [ i may make more king!wilbur in the future, i've been brain rotting over him for a minute ]

masterlist [ ☆ ]

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“Oh, darling~,” the familiar voice calls for you, the door to the main bedroom opening. The man you loved to bits and pieces peaking around the door with a wide grin like a kid who just got handed candy.

“Oh no, what are you up to now?” You ask, closing the book you had propped open in your lap, gently setting it to the side.

“Nothing you need to worry about, love.” Wilbur moves with practised ease, hands behind his back as he steps to your side of the bed. Holding a hand out in offering to you, which you warily take.

He makes you laugh when he lightly pulls you up, carefully holding your hand up as his other arm moves to be around your waist and pull you closer. You use him mostly for stability, your free hand moving to his upper arm before his shoulder.

“What do you want, Wil?” You ask as he takes lead in a little dancing, lightly stepping you both in a circle.

“Am I not allowed to love you, my dear?” He's being extra cheesy, it seems, him twirling you around and moving to lightly hold both his arms around your waist. Pulling you close and giving you a chance to wrap your arms around his neck, which you take.

“You are, it's just very sudden.” You lightly laugh, moving to gently press your forehead against his own. Wilbur carefully swayed you both in the same spot for a long moment, content to remain like that for an eternity, even.

“I have something for you, my love.” Wilbur suddenly breaks the silence, quickly pressing a kiss to your nose before letting you go. Hands moving to hold your own with a grin once more. “You need to close your eyes, though. It's a surprise.”

“Wil..” There's a caution to your tone, Wilbur being fairly.. Well, while his surprises were usually sweet, they weren't always thought out. A guard had once nearly lost his hand, many maids had fallen over midst putting things in a room together, the list could go on.

“Don't look at me like that. I swear it's all been planned this time. No lives were lost, and egos were saved in the making of this surprise.” He's got a serious yet playful expression, a slight grin on his lips as he looks at you. ”Now, please, will you close your eyes and trust me?” He's quick to stick his lip out in a pout, instantaneously giving the puppy dog eyes to go with.

You eventually sigh, crumbling and giving in since you just can't find it in you to tell him no. “You're so dumb. But if this is another garden catastrophe, I'm sleeping in one of the guest rooms and taking all the pillows with me.” Wilbur immediately chimes, like a kid on Christmas who just got every candy and toy known to mankind.

“It won't be, just close your eyes, and I'll show you.” He says, wasting no time to press a peck to your forehead, making you smile.

You make sure both Wilbur's hands are on your own before finally closing your eyes and trusting him. He starts guiding you out of the room, being sure you don't walk into anything as he walks you through the halls with ease.

“You couldn't have just had me close my eyes after letting me follow you?” You ask in a teasing tone, realizing whatever the surprise was is a little bit away from your shared room.

“It would take away from the anticipation!” You can hear the grin in Wilbur's voice. “Alright, hold on and stand right here.” He finally stops the long awaited walk, carefully placing his hands along your arms and moving you just slightly so that you're facing a different direction. “I'm going to walk a bit away from you, but I'm still here.” He lightly expresses, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving you there.

You wait almost nervously, half tempted to just open your eyes without prompt. You were just about to when you heard Wilbur say to open them some odd feet in front of you, to which you do, blinking your eyes open a bit.

He had guided you towards the great hall, though it was more decorated than anything. Slowly stepping mind, you looked and paid more attention than you usually did. A real tree Wilbur likely paid someone to bring in was in the corner, decorated with garland, leafs, and what looked like golden tinsel. A few wrapped presents already beneath it, as well.

The fireplace was decorated up as well, some stockings hanging with mini winter decorations atop the mantel. The one in the centre being your favourite by far, it having been the little figures you used for yours and Wilbur's Wedding. It typically stayed on display in the entrance hall; A display of our love and bound fates, he had called it.

Other than that, there were random little things along the walls, likely placed up by the maids of the castle. A wreath that had yet to be hung up on an ottoman within the room.

When your eyes finally flickered to Wilbur, he stood there with a loving gaze, arms behind his back as he waited as patiently as possible. You had grown to know enough of his tells to recognize that he's nervous for your response. It just makes you give a soft smile.

“What's all this for?” You ask, finally stepping closer and standing more in front of him. “I mean- I love it, but why?” You can't help but ask, watching as Wilbur shifts on his feet and brings his arms around to his front, holding a small box in his hands.

“Well, I thought since Christmas was just around the corner, we should decorate.” He grins a bit more, clearly happy to know that you loved it. “I got this for you, too. Well, for us technically, but it's with you in mind, my love.” He's got that lovestruck expression on his face again as he carefully holds the small box out to you.

Your eyes flicker between Wilbur and the box, feeling nothing but warm as you gently take the box from him. Lightly opening it and giving a sound of awe, a pair of wedding bands placed within it.

“Oh, Wil.” Your eyes flicker to Wilbur, a look of adoration on your features before rushing forwards and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I take it you like it?” He asks, breaking out into his own smile as his arms move to wrap around your waist. “I know that it's long overdue, and I have no excuse, but-”

“I don't care that I got it just now, I just love that you put the thought into it.” You didn't hesitate to cut him off, promptly pulling him into a kiss right after.

He smiled into it, quick to lean in and kiss you in return. Breaking it off after a moment of enjoying it, resting his forehead against your own with a grin on his face.

“We can stand here continuing to look like morons or we can go talk the caterers into making some cookies.” You suggest after a moment, hoping for the later.

Wilbur lightly chuckles, “At least we look like morons in love.” He presses a sweet kiss to your nose before moving to guide your arms away from his neck. “What if I told you I already convinced the caterers to make cookies and more?” He asks with a smile, gently taking the wedding band with one hand and your left hand with the other, gently sliding the band onto your ring finger before doing the same for himself with the other band.

“What are we doing standing here then? Let's go!” You grasp both his hands into your own with an excited smile of your own, pulling along.

“We're going, we're going-!” Wilbur laughed out, following after you happily.

#amyas writes #x reader #christmas #christmas fluff #fluff #wilbur fluff #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x you

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inconspicious-random-thoughts · 3 months

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Heeeey Bitch. Lets talk about Lucifer

I want to say Hazbin Hotel take on Lucifer is refreshing and interesting.

Just about everything portrayal of the King of Hell, hes a terrible evil creature wanting revenge on Heaven.

Granted Lucifer traditional backstory has been altered to fit this world version of him . In this world he was a dreamer and Heaven did not agree with his ideas of creation and that his way of thinking his dangerous.

I am interested what his ideas were. Maybe they were dangerous? Maybe we are being gaslit to believe he being a victim only to be revealed he wasn't. I don't think that's case, but it a possibility.

Anyhow, continuing with Hazbin lore, Lucifer met Lilith and they fell in love. They gifted/aided mankind with knowledge and free will by offering Eve the apple from the tree of knowledge. Then he and Lilith was casted away to Hell. To never witness what good that would raise from their act.

On top of that, he has a daughter that was born and raised with deplorable humans that became sinners to populate the world his daughter lives in.

It so valid how Lucifer became jaded, depressed and forlorn. To give mankind the gift of freewill and knowledge and only witness the worst of the crop. It a really refreshing take.

I love the little details of his design. When he was home we only witness him at his workbench, creating. He wants to create still like he was back as an angel.

Then his whole clothing design. When he view him from the back, he looks like an apple core. His spector is tipped with an apple, his hat has an apple and a snake wrapped around it to represent the serpent of Eden.

I noticed despite Lilith apparently leaving him, he still wearing his wedding ring. I am madly curious on the reasons with Lilith leaving. I thought she was away on mission to explain her absence, I didn't realize she left Lucifer as well. I'm guessing because like Charlie, she's cares about the people in hell, and is upset he doesn't do anything to stop the extermination and in fact enables it because he only sees the worst in them. That they deserve it.

He just a broken man...er angel surrounded by shards of a shattered dream. A man who fought for a dream and lost. Lost badly. Banished to eternal damnation of the worst product of his generous act. The only thing that probably kept him going was Lilith and Charlie. Only for Lilith seemly walk away with Charlie leaving him with nothing.

I wonder what what was holding him back from seeing or talking to Charlie. Clearly they both wanted it?

This portrayal was just fun! I really appreciate it.

I have no idea about the rubber ducks. I'm guessing something to be revealed later why ducks have a significance to him. I'm guessing he wanted to create something similar to a duck. As the flashback between him and Charlies duet he was showing her his dreams and the images looked like ducks. Or its something relating to Charlie and hes desperately clinging to the childhood innocence of her.

He had some fun lines

“This is the first time she’s called YOU in years…this has to be perfect…” -"Heeey bitch"

"take that depression!"

Basically every interaction with Alastor.

"you like girls! me too!"

His emotional duet with Charlie. What a voice! and End up supporting her and the love he has for her is so evident. Its touching.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel episode 5

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marspumpkin · 1 year

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okay i know we’re all laughing at wupid (thats what im calling cupid will because its funny) pulling up in nicos dream with the worst outfit known to mankind. and its hilarious i laughed out loud when i read it but like. now i think about it its kinda giving me brain worms. bc listen. when nico liked percy he painted him as like this ideal perfect savior. the quintessential hero. and this view was destructive for them both. but like... nico’s idealized version of will that the literal god of romance comes up with is wearing such a shitty corny outfit. nico’s “perfect man” isnt some muscled hero in golden armor thatll come and save him from the monsters, its his bf in a gag gift he gave him and well-loved camo shorts because he loves will for an entirely different reason to why he loved percy. nico doesnt love what he THINKS will is... he loves will because he KNOWS him, down to his essentials, down to the awful fits he wears and the way his voice is warm. i know im DEFINITELY looking too far into this but

#pjo #tsats #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #wupid #percy jackson #riordanverse #rick riordan

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otaku-girl-ao3 · 2 months

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Otaku_Girl's Fanfic Masterlist

Here is a quick overview of my complete Wonka (2023) fanfic back catalogue (and a few other Mathew Baynton related fandoms). I thought it'd be simpler to have everything in one place to find them more quickly 😊 The easiest way to follow my work and get the latest updates on all of my fics is via Archive Of Our Own - subscribing via my main Otaku_girl or my Wonka specific pseud AHatfulOfDreams.

Personal favourite

➼ Willy Wonka x Felix Fickelgruber

Sugar Daddy? Call Me (Sir)

Used to being in control during his working life, Willy wants (needs) someone to take control of his life outside of the inventing room. But trying to juggle his wants and desires without risking his dream may prove to be more tricky than he had anticipated.

Felix likes to be in control. A man of power, he’s not used to hearing no. Everybody has a price. Everyone. There’s no way some upstart chocolate maker would dare do anything but roll over for Fickelgruber, is there?

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53223310

long fic (150k+) ~ sugar daddy ~ bdsm ~ smut

➼ Dark!Wonka x Felix Fickelgruber

His (Darkness)

“Arthur. You cannot be serious.”

“As you can see, he is mainly housebroken. But he still needs to be put in his place on a regular basis. He needs to be taught a firm lesson, as it were. You can take Felix if you want him. Consider him my little welcoming gift to you. He’s not as pretty or as young as he once was, but at least he’ll keep thin for you. And he’s very obedient when remembers to mind his manners.”

“No, Arthur, please.”

“Do you think that you can handle him, Wonka? He is clearly in need of some remedial lessons.”

“I think I shouldn’t have a problem, Arthur. I thank you for the gift. I shall make sure to use it thoroughly before your return. Perhaps he could do with a reminder of precisely who he deserves to be owned by. Property doesn’t get to choose its master.”

Dark!Wonka. Post-canon. Please read the tags as they are updated. We're in for another long one, folks.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54770731

Dove ~ dark ~ eventual happy ending ~ smut

x Reader fics

➼ Willy Wonka x Reader

(Pure) Imagination

You wouldn't go as far as to say you love your job, but you do love the freedom it gives you. One frozen night, you encounter a customer unlike any other, who seems determined to show you a world beyond your imagination. Wonka hires your services for the night. You end up with more than you bargained for. Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52955674

light-hearted ~ sex work ~ smut

Bitter Choices & Unsweetened Dreams

“I thought she was your sister?” “What’s it to you?” “It’s a great deal to me.” Mister Top Hat says, voice even and calm. “Family is family. But property…” His eyes flick down the length of you once more, as though weighing up his words, before saying, “Well, property can change hands.”

When trying to escape capture, you ask for Mister Wonka's help. Sometimes, it's best to be careful what you wish for.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53109055

Dark!Wonka ~ angst with a happy ending ~ nonsexual

The Most Fearsome Foe Known to Man

Willy accidentally angers the most fearsome of potential foes known to mankind: a librarian. Despite Noodle’s warnings, he doesn’t understand the importance of returning library books both in the state in which they were borrowed and, most importantly, on time.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53069821

light-hearted ~ crack treated seriously ~ nonsexual

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x Reader

Make Me (Break Me)

“I can assure you that it is all there.” He sounds insulted that you would even consider checking that the amount in full is there before things get started. “Just like the first envelope this evening had the exact amount agreed upon.”

You send him a small placating smile. “It is nothing personal, Mister Fickelgruber. It is just business. Now. Strip."

Felix Fickelgruber has a very specific fantasy in mind — one that is perhaps best left in the hands of a professional.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54227971

pro-domme reader ~ SSCK ~ smut

➼Multiple pairings

Forget Me (K)Not

“Please? Please. I need…”

“The boy is clearly a beta, Felix. Use your nose. No self-respecting omega would go around smelling like that. And have you not seen his clothes? The callouses on his hands? I know you have a weakness for pretty little things, Felix, but wake up. This is no more than another pathetic attempt by a money-grubbing, greedy child to get a leg up. So no. Absolutely not. I will not even entertain the thought.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54321145

A/B/O ~ first heat ~ omegaverse ~ smut

The Most (Un)Romantic Day of the Year

Arthur did not consider himself to be a romantic man. Yet even he felt it was not too unresonable to expect to spend their anniversary together.

The poly chocolate cartel engagement fic that one person kind-of asked for. Pure fluff.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54916120

Romance ~ established relationship ~ marriage proposal

Dark Deeds and Bitter Choices

What if Mrs Scrubbit decided that they could make more money using Willy's talents elsewhere, outside of the washhouse?

The Arthur/Felix/Willy fic that nobody asked for.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53986543

Dark!Arthur ~ dove ~ non-ssck ~ smut

➼ Willy Wonka x Arthur Slugworth

(A World Of) My Own

Wonka’s store stood, a hollowed-out husk, the remains burned to cinders. When the cartel came, what if Arthur felt a twinge of something he hadn’t felt in years? The pre-slash/ get-together fic that precisely one person asked for.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54184039

Guilt ~ fix-it ~ accidental dating

➼ Willy Wonka x The Chief of Police

Three strikes

Willy thought back to their last meeting, to the freezing cold water, to the sharp whack to the back of his head. It was not a situation he hoped to repeat anytime soon."Officer, I—”

"That's the problem with all of you young upstarts. You never do think.”

While waiting to meet Felix for their date, Willy manages to draw the ire of the Chief of Police.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54115921

misunderstandings ~ dove ~ hurt no comfort

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x Arthur Slugworth

Strength (In Silence)

Arthur is a man who knows his strength all too well. He thought that he was concealing his fears from Felix; yet the other man would never cease to amaze him in the most unexpected of ways.

A soft colleagues-to-lovers bdsm fic with gentle!Dom Felix and Submissive!Arthur, where Arthur is afraid of his own strength (and Felix is determined that isn’t a good enough reason for them not to fuck like bunnies).

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54916276

Kink negotiation ~ submissive Arthur ~ gentle dominant Felix

Empty

There’s no colour in the sky when Felix wakes up. There’s no warmth in his chest, or excitement in his gut. There is nothing but the unwavering certainty: he is not enough.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54447592

depression ~ anxiety ~ hurt no comfort

For a Moment

“I have a spare room. It’s nothin fancy, but it beats any of the shelters I’m meant to recommend in these cases.”

“These cases?”

The chief looked down, before steeling himself and meeting Felix’s gaze once more. “I think we both know what I mean, Mister Fickelgruber, Sir.”

“I do not think that we do. You shall have to spell it out for me.”

It takes an average of seven attempts for a person to leave a domestic violent situation for good.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54618847

domestic abuse ~ hurt no comfort ~ hopeful ending

Pet

“It really is quite simple, Arthur. I have certain…predilections when it comes to my partners. I enjoy a certain, shall we say, power dynamic within the bedroom.”

“You wish to be held down and told what to do? I can do that."

“You misunderstand, darling. I prefer to be the one doing the ‘holding down’ and ‘telling what to do’, as it were."

Arthur Slugworth was not a man who took orders. And yet, for Felix...he could learn to be.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54652468

submissive Arthur ~ dominant Felix ~ BDSM

Things (Best) Left Unsaid

“You’re married, aren’t you?” “Er, yes? Yes I am Mister Fickelgruber.” “Do you ever regret it?”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54726334

reflection ~ marriage ~ doubt

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x The Chief of Police

Just Give Me A Reason (Just A Little Bit's Enough)

“What brings you to my doorstep this evening, Chief? I do hope that I shall have the opportunity to counter whatever offer Arthur has made you before you proceed.”

The Chief looked at him blankly. He could see the tenseness around Felix’s mouth, the tightness around his eyes. Was that his hands shaking, just visible above his desk? Surely not. Felix didn’t get nervous. Not like that. Unless…His stomach dropped. “Before I—Jesus Christ Felix, I’m not here because Arthur sent me.”

When Felix misses a cartel meeting, The Chief of Police can't help but worry. Shameless smut ensues. Can be read as a stand-alone or a follow-on from Things (Best) Left Unsaid.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55171597

submissive Chief ~ dominant Felix ~ smut

His Jewel

Francis hates the feeling of not being plugged. It had been one of Felix’s first requirements, when they first began their little arrangement. He had thought the other man was joking at first. Until he had seen the look of disappointment in Felix’s eyes when he had slipped a hand beneath his uniform trousers to check, and found his hole clenched tightly shut, not a single sign of use since the last time Felix had deemed him worthy of his time and attention.

Felix gets The Chief a special little something to help him think about him whenever they aren't together.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54257518

butt plugs ~ bdsm ~ smut

x Crossover fics

➼ Wonka (2023) x You, Me and the Apocalypse

Darling boy

Felix Fickelgruber x Ariel Conroy

"You took something that belongs to me, Mister Conroy. And I shall have you repay that debt. One way or another."

Ariel thought that he was just hacking funds from another wealthy nobody. Too bad that Felix doesn’t take kindly to having his money stolen. Luckily for Ariel, there are other methods of repayment that he is willing to accept.

The Wonka x You, Me and The Apocalypse (crossover) that nobody asked for and like maybe two people will ever read 😂 (Please note: This is primarily set in the Wonka-verse, so you can read Ariel as an OC if you are unfamiliar with YMATA).

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54566395

Kidnapping ~ dove ~ happy ending ~ smut ~ bdsm ~ crossover

You can find me on the Wonka Discord, AO3, or Tumblr

❤️❤️❤️

I do my best to respond to every comment on AO3. Regular updates on WIPs guaranteed 💯

Other Fandoms

Ghosts

Take a chance on me

Pat Butcher x Reader

“Now c'mon then love, let’s see you. Only if you’re sure. I could fetch one of the others if you’d like? Julian’s got a ton of experience if even half of his stories are to be believed. And Thomas…well, if you like that sort of thing. I suppose he’s a good enough looking chap if you can get past his poetry. And all the love confessions about other women. And the moping. And the…general Thomas-ness.”

“I think I’d rather just keep this between the two of us if that’s ok with you, Pat? At least for now? Anything else sounds a little bit advanced for…”

“For your first time as a ghost?” Pat finishes your sentence for you, sending you a reassuring smile, “We’ve all been there."

“Haha. Yes. It will be my first time as a ghost. And also…maybe… my first time…”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55039954

Gentle dom ~ reader insert ~ pure smut ~ virgin reader

Can't take it back (once it's been set in motion)

Thomas Thorne x Reader; Pat Butcher x Reader; Thomas Thorne x Julian Fawcett

“Patrick tells me that you are inexperienced in the ways of the flesh.”

“Pat said what?”

“Patrick was telling me all about your little…conversation," Thomas said delicately, a small, sly smile curling at the corners of his lips. "And I was wondering if perhaps I might be of some assistance?”

Thomas offers to help you lose your virginity. It would be a far more appealing prospect, if you weren't half convinced you were developing feelings for Pat.

This can be read as a stand-alone, or a sequel to my Pat/Reader fic ‘Take a chance on me’. Shameless smut which developed a little bit of plot.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55376755

Misunderstandings ~ cunnilingus ~ smut ~ virgin reader

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Hopes and Dreams

Art credit: https://hear-the-voice-of-my-soul.tumblr.com/post/159573635579

Summary: you are a new Goddess: Hope. You were made for one of the Endless siblings if not all of them, and humanity. You must figure out which sibling you were made for. But what if they don’t want you?

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x F!GoddessReader, Dream x OC Reader

Word Count: 1285

Warnings: Somewhat harsh language, meanish Dream (let me know if I should add more please)

Note: Sorry this is a little choppy because I hate writing beginnings and want to dive right in. That being said there will be more chapters in the future (not sure how many). Also please, please leave comments.

Part One: Creation, Part Two: Power, Part Three: Roomies with Death and a Deal with Dream; Part Four: Pain and Nightmares

I started existing on March 25th, 1801.

I do not know when nor how I was created. I simply was. As humans live and breathe and love, so do I. My power is them, and they are my power.

And I adore them so.

They are very adorable creatures, and they refer to my gifts, they refer to me, as Hope.

I am Artemea, Goddess of Hope.

My purpose in the human world was unclear at first. Humans naturally have an innate gift to hope. I wondered what I was here for if they could manage it fine on their own. I had no guidance when I came into the world. I only knew three things:

My name

My purpose

My gifts

But I did not know how or why. That was until I meet Destiny the eldest of all the Endless.

I was sitting in a meadow when Destiny arrived. He appeared to me in a large and worn brown cloak. A strange chain around his wrist bound to a large leather-bound book. His face was melted with age, his eyes milky-white.

He told me of Gods and Goddesses; he told me of the Endless. All of which is information of the past. But then he opened his large-leather bound book, and the meadow went silent as he spoke.

“Child, you wonder about your existence. You know you are the Goddess of Hope, you know your purpose is to serve the humans, and you know the plentiful gift of your power. But you do not know why you were created, and you do not know how to use your power. I am here to tell you. Heed my words. You were created as a gift to mankind and to one of my siblings. You will find the sibling and you will devote your power to them. In doing so, both of your power will grow, and mankind will be better for it. To access your power you must listen.”

“What do you mean I am a gift? What do you mean by listening–” I rose quickly, but it was too late. Only a moment, a breath had passed, but Destiny was gone. And I was left with more questions than answers.

Destiny told me he had six siblings: Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Delirium. I just have to figure out which one I am a gift for, and with luck, my existence will fall into place after.

Perhaps, I should just check them off the list from eldest to youngest. Death could not be so hard to find. But I was so–so tired. The sun was warm, and a nice breeze swayed the trees. Suddenly I grew so exhausted it was though sandbags weighed down my eyelids. I had no choice but to sleep.

“What are you doing in my realm?” A man with fluffy dark hair and a harsh expression asked.

I blinked repeatedly, whipping my head around. I was no longer in the meadow. I was in a large throne room with three stained glass windows, and a large grey staircase that lead to a throne; who sat a man ghastly pale, dressed in all black.

I smiled large and bright at him, “You must be Dream. Your brother told me about you.”

“I have many siblings you will have to be more specific. Tell me quickly or I will have you removed.” His voice was as dark and cool as the deep depths of the ocean.

“Forgive me, Dream of the Endless,” I said in a sweet voice as I bowed low, “I am new to my gifts and living. I do not quite understand the etiquette of living beings just yet, and I am unsure how I got here. The sibling I speak of is Destiny. He told me I had to find which of the Endless I am a gift for.”

“Destiny,” the God who was not a God seemed utterly shocked, “What did my brother tell you exactly? Who are you?”

“I am Artemea; Goddess of Hope. Destiny told me I was made for one of his siblings, that whoever I am made for, both of our power, both of our gifts will grow exponentially.” I said, no longer bowing. I looked Dream in the eyes as I said it.

His eyes flashed bright white as the rest of his body was encompassed in a dark shadow, “And why would you be a gift for me? What would I want or need from you?”

The smile left my face as I fanned out my wings and called to my power. Dream of the Endless was angry, and it set my power, my very being on edge. But I continued.

“I cannot explain it, but I must be drawn to you and your realm. Why else would I be here? I cannot tell you how I will be of help to you. I cannot tell you how my power works. All I can tell you is what Destiny told me. I am no liar, King of Dreams.”

Some of the shadows receded into his body, as he slowly looked me up and down, “Why would you be created for me? Why would it not be any of my other siblings? Who said I wanted you? Who created you?”

“I…I do not know; I wish I did,” I said, my large grey eyes finally breaking eye contact with the Endless.

“I do not know what kind of game you are playing, but I will not have it. Leave now and I will not harm you. Come back uninvited again and I will kill you, Little Goddess.”

I shook my head in anger, “That’s it? You do not heed Destiny’s words?”

Dream’s lips perched into a sneer, “I will not take the word of some trespassing stranger, who appears to know very little. I will not ask again. Leave, Goddess.”

“As you wish, all-knowing, all-powerful, King of Dreams, King of Nightmares, The Sandman,” I mocked and perched my own lips into a sneer. My white feathered wings fanning out behind me. I wanted to look beautifully intimating, so I let some of my power bleed from my skin. The dark room now glowed with a heavenly gold as my light burned the rest of Dream’s shadows away.

A look of shock passed on his face just before I spread my wings and flew away from his realm. I couldn’t help but feel lost. His realm, whether he acknowledged it or not, calls for me. And I don’t think I was imagining the sadness the realm felt when I left.

I looked at the beautiful landscape beneath me of ever-changing greens, waters, and florals. I saw how my shadow crossed over the realm and the creatures seemed to reach for it. I shook my head. That couldn’t be.

A flap of wings and a caw at my side drew my attention.

A raven with a white chest flew side by side with me.

“You are no normal bird are you?” I ask, looking her in the eye.

“No, miss. His highness wanted to verify your exit,” the raven said with a soft voice.

I smiled at her, “I see. What’s your name?”

The bird squawked like she was confused, “Jessamy, miss.”

“Hello Jessamy. I am Artemea. Care for a race?”

I could have sworn a smirk passed on the bird’s face as she flapped her wings harder, flying far faster than I was.

I laughed hard, a free and joyful sound. As I raced Jessamy out of Dream’s Kingdom.

I was breathless as I reached the gate to the human world. I looked at Jessamy and nodded my head.

“Until we meet again,” and with that, I went through.

#the sandman #dream x reader #dream x fem!reader #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #morpheus x original character #netflix sandman #king of nightmares #dream x goddess #fanfiction #neil gaiman

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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whenever i see you post about your maus fic i feel like i’ve just received the greatest gift known to mankind. has me all giddy because i absolutely adore both your writing and that entire story.

//Blows a kiss

For you, sweet and lovely anon

"Leave her." Aksel barks at König, his voice cracked, hoarse from Price's murderous attempt. You barely pay any attention to the Norwegian, your eyes focused on the form of your captain, curled on his side, blood oozing from the laceration in his hairline, his hat crumpled and tossed to the side. He writhes slowly on the floor, choking on a ragged inhale, and you call for him, voice thick with despair.

"Price, John, please- look at me."

He does. He turns his head and there's anger there, hard enough to make you flinch. Pure ire seeps from his gaze, one eye mottled with blood that continues to seep from his head. His shoulders heave as he tries to gather his breath. No doubt Aksel's kick, harsh enough to dent metal, was severe enough to fracture a rib. The pain only feeds the fury, your captain's teeth bared in a feral, gnashing snarl. Yet it isn't directed at you, it's focused instead on the man who holds a knife to your throat, the one who you feel shift with you pinned against his front.

#fic: little mouse

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tiltedsyllogism · 7 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

It has been a truly embarrassing number of weeks since I got this, but better late than never, right? Here are my 5, in chronological order:

"All Our Gifts at Once, or, the Young Sea-Man," BBC Sherlock, 48k. A Victorian-era realist retelling of The Little Mermaid. John, an illiterate shipwright, gives up his home and his voice for a chance to work alongside Sherlock Holmes, the famous London botanist. My first long fic (still my longest to date!) and monstrously ambitious; to this day I can't quite believe I pulled it off. But this is a self-rec post, so I'm gonna say it: I really did.

"A Case-by-Case Basis," BBC Sherlock, 5,2k. A comic, highly tropy getting-together fic. Which is really not usually my thing at all! I wrote this for an exchange, and I managed to honor the prompt while still making it very much my own, and I remain proud that I managed both those things at the same time.

"Every Day's Most Quiet Need," Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, 22.5k. Canon-compliant Mac-PoV fic about Mac's longstanding (if buried) feelings for Phryne and her growing friendship with Jack Robinson and the tensions between these things. This one really stretched me, as did working with @havingbeenbreathedout (who also prompted the fic) as a beta.

"Voskresenie," For All Mankind, 8k. An immediately-post-s3 fic set in Moscow about mourning in the face of catastrophic loss, from the PoV of the character you're thinking of if you have watched the show (which I do not want to spoil for anyone who hasn't!!!) This was, in its own way, a very ambitious fic (which uhhh seems to be a theme among my favorites) but I think I got to something very real and raw and universal while also keeping the specificity of the character and the setting.

"No Real Reason to be Lonely," For All Mankind, 3.5k. Post S2 fic. Ed's had a shitty day, but at least he's got Molly looking out for him, and she knows just the thing to cheer him up. Ed and Molly's friendship is one of my favorite things about this show, and I feel like I got the full dimensionality of it here.

I am too inept lazy to do this askbox-wise, so I will instead tag: @midnight-els , @moocowmoocow , @doctornerdington , @peachpulpeuse , and @trickybonmot . And anyone else who wants to do it -- please tag me if you do! I love these things.

#my fic #ask meme #fic meme #about the author #bbc sherlock #mfmm #miss fisher's murder mysteries #for all mankind

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starchildren220 · 15 days

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Labour I

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Labour Masterlist

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Charles Xavier x OC

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Both Atara and her brother were in an office with a well-groomed man. He had glasses on the tip of his nose. Light music was playing in his office trying to give a welcoming feel but only succeeding in making the office more suffocating. He was sat at his desk looking at both of them on the other side of the desk.

"Understand this, Erik, These Nazis, I'm not like them." He grabbed a chocolate bar from his desk, opening the wrapper and broke off a piece with a crunch. "Genes are the key, yes? But their goals? Blue eyes? Blond hair? Pathetic. Mmm! Eat the chocolate. It's good. Want some?"

"I want to see my mama." The man pulled the chocolate back to his side of the desk.

"Genes are the key that unlocks the door to a new age, Erik. A new future for mankind. Evolution. You know what I'm talking about? It's a simple thing I ask of you. A little coin is nothing compared to a big gate." He motioned to the coin in the desk "Is it?"

Erik sighed and tried to move the coin, groaning and reaching his arms out. He stopped and sighed again.

"I tried, herr doctor. I can't, I don't, it's impossible." The man sat back and exhaled irritably, moving his hand to his face and looked like he was in thought.

"The one thing I can say for the Nazis is their methods seem to produce results." He tutted and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Erik." He rang the bell on his desk thrice and placed it back down.

The doors opened and two soldiers brought in their mother.

"Mama!" Erik called out and both of the siblings rushed over. She held them asking how they were.

The man motioned for the guards to separate the kids and their mother. Struggling to keep a hold the soldiers successfully pulled them apart. Turning back the man started talking again.

"Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to count to three, and you're going to move the coin. You don't move the coin, I pull the trigger." He stopped pointing the gun at them and turned it to their mother. "Understand?"

Erik held out his hands to move the coin.

"One." Erik turned, "Mama." He called in a worried voice."

"You can do it." She encouraged.

"Two."

"Everything is alright." She kept going.

"Three." The gun fired. Atara ran to her mother while Erik stood there. He turned slowly back and then forward again.

The metal bell crushed and the man praised him. Erik yelled. The metal filing cabinet crushed as the man looked back and forth praising Erik more. Erik turned to the soldiers and held his arms out he crushed their heads with their helmets.

The lifeless bodies fell right next to Atara who stared in horror. Looking over she saw Erik moving the metal in the room next door.

"Erik!" She yelled hoping to get him back. He stopped, hearing her voice calmed him again. The he started to sob. The man walked next to him.

"Outstanding, Erik. So we unlock your gift with anger. Anger and pain. You and me, we're going to have a lot of fun together." He slid something into the boys hand and patted Erik's back walking back to his desk and sat down on his chair.

"Who are you." Erik questioned, his teeth were clenched and anger and sorrow seeped through every pore on his body.

"Klaus Schmidt. A name you will get to know these years we are together." Schmidt sat back in his chair fingers interlocked.

"Are you the only one who can do things?" He questioned Erik glancing at his sister. Erik turned to Atara to see he holding their mother head on her lap, tears streaming down her face soaking the blouse their mother was wearing.

"Atara." Schmidt called, she didn't move a muscle tears kept flowing from her eyes.

"Atara." This time Schmidt was more stern. Erik got anxious, worried about what Schmidt would do if you didn't answer.

Erik walked over and tapped ur shoulder. Atara turned your head and looked at him. Erik nodded over towards Schmidt's direction and she looked over.

Schmidt was beckoning her towards him with his hands. Laying her mother's soulless body back down she stood and walked over.

"Can you do anything?" He asked her, curious if the other child got the same gene.

She shook her head as she has not done anything out of the ordinary her whole life.

Schmidt sighed not really believing her. His tongue moved between his gums and lips in thought. Holding up the gun again he aimed it at Erik.

Atara was horrified she couldn't loose her brother too.

"No no, please stop, I'm not special like Erik. Please stop, please." She begged him tears filling her eyes once more.

"One." He started to count off just like before.

"No please!" Tears fell out of her eyes.

"Two." She couldn't pronounce full sentences anymore all of her thoughts her filled with fear.

"Three." The shot fired. Missing the target the bullet made a home in Atara's chest, her body moved in front on instinct, she needed to protect him at all costs.

Erik caught her as she fell. He cried over her body, cradling her while blood seeped into the cloth of her shirt.

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#xmen #charles xavier #oc #charles xavier x reader

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pencopanko · 5 months

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Backstage X Bar Boys Part 1: Rafael

Shortly after filming and promotions for "Coco" is completed, Héctor and Ernesto decide to visit a new bar in town. There they meet three men, two of which also work in the industry but to varying levels while the other one is the bartender/owner of the bar.

Let's talk about Rafael Herrera Meza first:

Rafael Herrera Meza is a triple threat in the industry, and is the second Latino entertainer ever who has won an EGOT (followed by Robert Lopez, another talented songwriter who co-wrote "Remember Me" with Héctor), while also working as a talent scout/music producer. His charisma stage presence is on-par with Ernesto's and Héctor's, and his baritone voice is second to none. However, off-stage he is a shy and anxious man with the driest humor known to mankind.

He used to act in telenovelas, movies, and musical theater during his prime as an actor before making music production his main thing.

If you think Imelda Rivera's social media life is private, Rafael's is even more private nearly to the point of nonexistence. Nobody knows anything of him outside of his career. His strong feelings towards the paparazzi, his age (he's around forty or so, and yet he already has a few streaks of white on his jet black hair), and his familial connections to the Herrera Oil Company also play a role in making him extremely private. He is also very rarely seen on interviews and social events, unless he has an obligation to attend.

Because of how private he is, whenever a project is revealed and Rafael is somehow involved it is considered as a major cultural event. The thing is, he also up in the most unexpected places. One minute you can see him as part of the cast for a Hispanic remake of Parks & Recreation as its equivalent to Ron Swanson, then the next time you see him he is on the cover of Vogue México along with his longtime friend/protégé Ronaldo, and then you see his name in the voice actor credits part of a video game or an animated series, then you see his name as the producer for México's greatest hit of the season, and if you are extremely lucky you can even see him sing with the local mariachi just for the fun of it.

He is very embarrassed to admit it, but he is more than aware of how women see him. Particularly younger women. Their reaction towards him is similar to how people see men like Pedro Pascal, Hugh Jackman, and Oscar Isaac. He did think of becoming a father before deciding on the life of an eternal bachelor, but being called "daddy" or "papí" in this context is not what he signed up for. He does appreciate the gifts from fans. After his trusted secretary Brenda sorts through them, of course.

He is just as shy and anxious as he is private, and this goes up by the tenfold when he is with a woman he is romantically interested in. And it just so happens that the woman he has been crushing on for a while is none other than the renowned opera singer/actress, Rosita Álvarez, who was also a supporting actress for "Coco" as Tía Rosita. Héctor and Ernesto, along with Miguel have been trying to set a date for the two of them.

Rafael met Rosita during a charity concert the both of them were a part of. Rafael was impressed with Rosita's soprano and wished to work with her. Well, that's what he would tell you. In reality, he was smitten the moment their eyes met when it was his turn to get on stage. Rafael noticed Rosita gazing at him from her seat, and before he knew it he winked at her as an attempt to flirt.

News of Rafael Herrera and Rosita Álvarez dating was well received by fans of both parties, with references to them being the cutest middle-aged couple. Their relationship is also just as private as Héctor and Imelda's, if not more due to Rafael's dislike of paparazzi and the fact that paparazzi don't go after opera singers that much either, much to Rosita's delight.

After around three years of dating, they got married at a church near Rafael's childhood home in Jalisco. The wedding was simple and was only attended by family and friends including the cast of "Coco", but due to Mamá Herrera's insistence on something more lavish for the two of them she gifted Rafael and Rosita tickets for a cruise all around the world. Photos of them on their honeymoon started circulating online and people loved their wholesome vibe, even long after their honeymoon.

#penco's content intermission #interludo #coco pixar #pixar coco #coco backstage au #coco au: the bar boys #coco oc: rafael herrera #yupyupyup #oc x canon #rafita #ernesto de la cruz #héctor rivera #miguel rivera #rosita rivera

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size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's. // whichever verse u want 👁️

actions speak louder than words prompts . accepting

It was curious that for a being representing something as incorporeal as light, Melissa found herself craving more tangible mementos in the form of physical touch from the Sun-God. Maybe it was a sign of weakness - to need something that the priestess could hold onto instead of relying on the faith that nurtured her soul and served as the foundation for the life she had known so far.

But for every single moment where Rhayeon held out a hand to her, his faithful follower took it without hesitation. Every gentle brush of shoulders in a narrower hallway, the embrace that he sometimes offered her when they shared a bed, the soft trail of fingers pushing hair behind an ear - these were all treasured memories now; dutifully engraved into Melissa's heart and mind as proof that the Sun-God lived.

And perhaps, more important than that - that Rhayeon, in his infinite kindness and generosity, had seen fit to share his radiance with the high priestess.

The way Melissa's pulse quickened and how her breathing turned shallow during these moments was an indication that something was not quite right with the woman - but then again, to be face to face with divinity had not crossed her mind until a few weeks before, when all she had was impenetrable darkness surrounding a lost and forgotten body.

And it all happened again - when Melissa found herself engaged in conversation with the Sun-God only for him to suddenly pick up her hand, placing an open palm against hers as if comparing them. The gesture was so simple, so likely to be deemed common by anyone else - but not when it came from him and to someone like her. As if Rhayeon was breathing life into her form all over again, giving her a shred of his own essence by allowing mankind to take that shape. The creator and the creature - Melissa only able to be alive thanks to his blessing and his many gifts.

And yet - it was Rhayeon that looked at the brunette as if she was some sort of miracle when it was clearly the other way around.

"I do not presume to know what My Lord thinks or feels, but sometimes it does appear as if something troubles Your Radiance," her voice was low, almost like a murmur - they were close enough for Rhayeon to hear Melissa, but perhaps the woman had chosen to be quiet only because her claims were so bold. How did she dare to question him?

What sort of high priestess was she if such queries needed to be asked?

"Forgive me for being out of line, My Lord, but why look at me as if surprised I exist? I should be the one constantly thanking you and returning your blessings tenfold for rescuing me from the pits of despair that Ravina locked me in," the brunette sighed adoringly, moving to support herself on both knees while Rhayeon remained lying on his side, as he had been. His gaze followed Melissa, of course - the golden sunshine of his left eye never straying too far of the figure of his follower, even as she used both of her hands to once more press his palm against her chest, over a heart that fluttered wildly in the face of the intimacy of that act.

"I exist only because you willed it, My Lord. And I will never be able to convey how grateful I am for this miracle."

Suddenly bashful, the woman lowered her head - and the honey-like irises were hidden behind semi-closed lids, voluntarily depriving herself of the sight of Rhayeon as if he was indeed the sun himself, too bright and too powerful to look at. Lost in her own faith and contemplation, Melissa never knew just how painfully accurate her words had been to someone who was no ancient deity to a lost civilization - but a mortal like any other.

#strongfuck #v: Atlas and the Sun #actions speak louder than words prompts #replied #...this hit me like a million bricks #I had no doubt I needed this verse #I haven't written unhinged priestess in a minute after all #you revived my muse like you're also a ~god~

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The Song of Heart’s Desire

Summer Break Challenge, Day 1: Sea Shells

Selene Fraser, Henry Lovecraft

Find all the stories of this challenge here. This Challenge was created by the lovely @usernoneexistent

The seawater splashed to all sides as Selene ran into the waves at full speed. It soaked her dress almost up to her knees, but she didn’t care. She squealed in delight as she wiggled her toes into the soft sand and felt the tiny grains of sand brush over the tops of her feet as the water retreated again.

Back at the beach, at a safe distance from the waterline, Henry Lovecraft sighed and adjusted Selene’s boots he was carrying under his arms. They had arrived at the Spanish coast not even an hour ago, but Selene had been adamant about visiting the beach first instead of getting acquainted with their new excavation site. Henry had long ago given up on denying her, so here they were now - Selene frolicking through the waves and Henry trudging behind her, thinking about all the research he would have to do later.

Selene waded back to shore with a broad grin on her face. She shook her head, her dark hair sending drops of salty water Henry’s way. Henry cocked an eyebrow.

“Was that necessary?”

“It was,” Selene replied smugly. She wrung the water from her skirts and splashed it in Henry’s direction, giggling when Henry quickly moved out of its way.

“You’re going to catch a cold before long,” Henry sighed. He put down her boots and drew his wand. “May I?”

Selene nodded and let Henry dry her hair and dress with a wave of his wand. She ignored the boots he held out to her and linked arms with him, more dragging him along than walking by his side.

“Isn’t the sea ever so marvellous?” she mused. She made a little jump, kicking up some sand in the process. “I cannot imagine not being by the sea anymore. I would be entirely lost if someone were to take it away from me. You grew up by the sea, didn’t you?” she asked with a curious look. “You must have been the luckiest child.”

“Not every seaside is the same,” Henry pointed out. “The shores of my childhood were mostly rocky, and the water cold. I doubt you would have liked it much.”

“Of course I would have, silly. It’s the sea. How could it be anything but magnificent?”

“Many people share your notion. For as long as mankind has known the sea, they have been fascinated by it. There is not a topic I know more tales about.”

Selene giggled. “Knowing you, most of these stories will be rather depressing.”

“Most stories worth telling are sad,” Henry conceded. Selene made a dismissive sound.

“I find this to be silly,” she said and wrinkled her nose. “I want you to tell me a happy story about the sea.”

Henry had to think about her request for a moment. “Very well,” he said eventually. “Once upon a time, people believed that when you hold a seashell to your ear, you would be able to hear the sound of your heart’s greatest desire.”

“Why is that?” Selene asked with a twinkle in her green eyes.

Henry made a reproachful face. “You would know if you hadn’t interrupted me.”

Selene bit her lip, but it was plain to see that she was trying to keep from laughing. “Forgive me. Do go on, please,” she begged.

“They say that once there was a human prince who sailed the seven seas. There had never been a sailor like him, and there never would be until the end of time. The sea was his home, and he loved it like nothing in the world.” Henry made a poignant pause. “That is, until one day, he crossed paths with a mermaid. The mermaid was so beautiful, and her song so sweet, that the human prince couldn’t help but fall as deeply and madly in love with her as no man had ever loved a woman before. But she was a creature of the sea, and both knew that their love was never meant to be. The mermaid gifted her prince an enchanted seashell she had stolen from the royal throne of the merking, so he could hear her voice in the seashell’s song whenever he missed her.

“When the king of the merpeople learned what the mermaid had done, he found the prince and slew him, and shattered the seashell into a thousand pieces. When the mermaid learned of her prince’s fate, she cried bitter tears, and each of her tears turned into a new seashell, which spread across the seven seas, so the love for her human prince would never be forgotten.”

Selene had stopped walking and looked at Henry with a strange expression on her face. “That is hardly a happy story, Henry,” she said and tilted her head. “And it’s probably not true, either.”

“There is at least a little truth in every good story.” Henry bent down and picked up the shell he had seen peeking through the sand. It was surprisingly big; its outside was rippled, the inside smooth and cool to the touch. He held the shell out to Selene. “Here, try it yourself.”

Selene took the shell with a sceptical look and held the opening close to her ear. Her eyes grew wide, and an astonished laugh escaped her as her eyes found Henry’s.

“You have been telling the truth!” she exclaimed, the same childlike excitement written on her face that was so characteristic for her. “Just like the seashell in your story. Henry, this is most wonderful!”

Henry smiled to himself. Unlike most of his stories, he had made this one up on the spot, but it was not like he would have to tell Selene that.

“What do you hear?” he asked her instead.

“I can hear the sea,” she replied with a dreamy sigh. “Not the real sea right here; it’s as if it is inside me.”

“The sea has always stood for mystery and freedom,” Henry nodded with a smile. “It doesn’t surprise me that this is your heart’s greatest desire.”

Selene pushed the shell into Henry’s hands with an excited laugh. “It’s your turn now!”

Humouring her, Henry held the shell to his ear, watching how the wind was catching in Selene’s hair.

“And?” she asked eagerly when he didn’t reply. “What do you hear?”

Henry put the seashell down. “The sea,” he said after a short pause, “just like you.”

Selene seemed satisfied with his answer. “I always knew we were alike, you and I,” she declared with a light laugh that carried out over the waves. “You just never cared to listen. Come now,” she said and pulled him by the hand, “we need to find a place where we can have tea. I still want to hear a happy story about the sea.”

Henry sighed deeply and let the seashell drop into the sand. He followed as Selene dragged him along, the sound of her laughter still ringing in his ear.

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #selene fraser #henry lovecraft #summer break challenge 2022

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sniffling crying sobbing emetkoto good end exblain 😭

YOU GOT IT BESTIE IM HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT THE ENDINGS WHERE THEY'RE HAPPY TOGETHER!!!!!

OK SO FIRST is the one that starts at the Dying Gasp! Prior to heading to the Tempest K'oto and Ardbert had their little heart to heart where they agreed to fight together during whcih K'oto expressed how he really REALLY did not want to kill Emet-Selch and shared his plan to try and talk him down and if all else failed and they had to fight, spare him and ofc Ardbert agreed to it bc he's a good friend who trusts K'oto :) so everything goes the way you know, Emet-Selch is not listening to reason on account of the disappointment and rage and tempering and despite K'otos best attempts to avoid fighting they do end up having to fight and it comes down to that final blow and K'otos puts his plan into action! Emet is struck but not killed by the axe and the burst of light frees him from his tempering (which later helps with figuring out tempering in the post patches) and it weakens and brings him back down to earth enough that K'oto is able to approach him and talk to him….he's able to accept his loss and mankind's strength bc mankind is actually pretty great when you don't have the voice of god in your ear telling you they suck! So they embraced and kissed and made up and decided to stay together <3 and ofc Emet returns those wedding memories too duh

Emet-Selch was pretty weakened by the fight so that's my excuse for why it's not broken for the Scions to have an unsundered on their side, he's gotta recover for a while until he's back at full strength ok!! Anyway yeah he moved in with K'oto and lurks around offering wisdom and occasional sass throughout MSQ <3 In case you're wondering yes SOS still happens bc Elidibus is so set in his ways and focused on his duty even with Emet-Selch vouching for mankind now he just is not having any of it and Emet is in no condition to fight so K'oto still has to finish the job </3 yeah im kinda obsessed with the visual of that middle of fight scene with Emet's spirit but with full blown Emetkoto

I have some more thoughts on his place in MSQ in this one but this will be way too damn long if I go through them all ok just know he is present but tries not to involve himself too much since y'know he is still waltzing around wearing the face of the founding father of the garlean empire and that's like to cause more problems than his presence would solve ESPECIALLY in the Garlemald section so! He mostly just hangs around and makes K'oto happy

SECOND starts at Ultima Thule! K'oto ofc calls Emet and Hyth to help him and as they're trying to leave K'oto begs and pleads with Emet-Selch to stay with him and with some help from Hyth who decided to jump in bc he thought it'd be fun they manage to convince him to begrudginly accept Hydealyn's gift of life so he and K'oto can be together for the rest of K'otos life and then into the next one ofc hehe <3 and also Hythlodaeus is there! They are very uninvolved in anything after this bc I mean. it's not their world, not their place to meddle with anything! Unless asked in which case they will offer their wisdom but otherwise they just hang out in K'otos aparment and again, make K'oto happy!

In both cases Emet-Selch doesn't technically join the K'oto polycule bc G'raha is not about that at all but rather it's like they have their own branch kinda? They all sleep together in the same bed bc everyone wants to cuddle K'oto but Emet-Selch is never involved in dates or other outings or sex with G'raha or Estinien (Estinien has no problems with Emet and could not care less if smth were to happen but Emet makes it pretty clear he is exclusively interested in K'oto) and he and K'oto always go and do their own things and most importantly they are HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They never have a second wedding ceremony bc the first one was so personal and important to them they don't see a need to, they are married and in love and happy together and thats all that matters, Twelve's blessing be damned

#words of mimi #emetkoto #emetkoto lore

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Saints&Reading: Monday, November 14, 2022

november 14_November 1

SAINTS COSMAS AND DAMIAN OF MESOPOTAMIA AND THEIR MOTHER ST THEODOTA (3rd.c.)

The Holy Wonderworkers and Unmercenary Physicians Cosmas and Damian and their mother Saint Theodota were natives of Asia Minor (some sources say Mesopotamia). Their pagan father died while they were still quite small children. Their mother raised them in Christian piety. Through her own example, and by reading holy books to them, Saint Theodota preserved her children in purity of life according to the command of the Lord, and Cosmas and Damian grew up into righteous and virtuous men.

Trained and skilled as physicians, they received from the Holy Spirit the gift of healing people’s illnesses of body and soul by the power of prayer. They even treated animals. With fervent love for both God and neighbor, they never took payment for their services. They strictly observed the command of our Lord Jesus Christ, “Freely have you received, freely give.” (Mt. 10:8). The fame of Saints Cosmas and Damian spread throughout all the surrounding region, and people called them unmercenary physicians.

Once, the saints were summoned to a grievously ill woman named Palladia, whom all the doctors had refused to treat because of her seemingly hopeless condition. Through faith and through the fervent prayer of the holy brothers, the Lord healed the deadly disease and Palladia got up from her bed perfectly healthy and giving praise to God. In gratitude for being healed and wishing to give them a small gift, Palladia went quietly to Damian. She presented him with three eggs and said, “Take this small gift in the Name of the Holy Life-Creating Trinity, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.” Hearing the Name of the Holy Trinity, the unmercenary one did not dare to refuse.

When Saint Cosmas learned what had happened, became very sad, for he thought that his brother had broken their strict vow. On his deathbed he gave instructions that his brother should not be buried beside him. Saint Damian also died shortly afterward, and everyone wondered where Saint Damian’s grave should be. But through the will of God a miracle occurred. A camel, which the saints had treated for its wildness, spoke with a human voice saying that they should have no doubts about whether to place Damian beside Cosmas, because Damian did not accept the eggs from the woman as payment, but out of respect for the Name of God. The venerable relics of the holy brothers were buried together at Thereman (Mesopotamia).

Many miracles were worked after the death of the holy unmercenaries. There lived at Thereman, near the church of Cosmas and Damian, a certain man by the name of Malchus. One day he went on a journey, leaving his wife all alone for what would be a long time. He prayerfully entrusted her to the heavenly protection of the holy brothers. But the Enemy of the race of mankind took on the appearance of one of Malchus’ friends, and planned to kill the woman. A certain time went by, and this man went to her at home and said that Malchus had sent him to bring her to him. The woman believed him and went along. He led her to a solitary place intending to kill her. The woman, seeing that disaster threatened her, called upon God with deep faith.

Two fierce-some men then appeared, and the devil let go of the woman and fled, falling off a cliff. The two men led the woman home. At her own home, bowing to them deeply she asked, “My rescuers, to whom I shall be grateful to the end of my days, what are your names?”

They replied, “We are the servants of Christ, Cosmas and Damian,” and became invisible. The woman with trembling and with joy told everyone about what had happened to her. Glorifying God, she went up to the icon of the holy brothers and tearfully offered prayers of thanksgiving for her deliverance. And from that time the holy brothers were venerated as protectors of the holiness and inviolability of Christian marriage, and as givers of harmony to conjugal life. From ancient times, their veneration spread also to Russia.

The Unmercenary Saints Cosmas and Damian of Asia Minor should not be confused with the Unmercenary Saints Cosmas and Damian of Rome (July 1), or the Unmercenary Saints Cosmas and Damian of Arabia (October 17).

Saint Theodota was the mother of Holy Wonderworkers and Unmercenaries Cosmas and Damian of Mesopotamia. They were all natives of Asia Minor. Her pagan husband died while her children were still quite small, but she raised them in Christian piety. Through her own example, and by reading holy books to them, Saint Theodota preserved her children in purity of life according to the command of the Lord, and Cosmas and Damian grew up into righteous and virtuous men.

THE HOLY MARTYRS KYRIAINA FROM TARSUS AND JULIANA FROM ROSA (305)

The Holy Martyr Kyriaina (Κυριαίνα) was from Tarsus in Cilicia, and Saint Juliana was from the city of Roso. These virtuous women devoted themselves to works of charity and Christian philanthropy during the reign of Emperor Maximian Galerius (305-311). They cared for orphans, comforted poor widows and treated the sick without charging any fee. They knew how to read and write somewhat, but they were very eager and always found a way to support the faith of those who suffered from poverty, injustice, or other trials.

Many times they succeeded in bringing pagans to the light of Christ through the Gospel, and by their own patience and goodness.

The Saints were arrested by Marcian, the governor of Cilicia, who tried to make them to deny Christ, but they refused to do this. Therefore, Marcian had Kyriaina's hair and eyebrows shaved, and forced her to walk naked through the streets of Tarsus. Then she and Juliana were taken to the city of Roso, where they were burnt alive. They endured this horrible death with admirable steadfastness and self-denial, thereby obtaining the incorruptible crown of martyrdom from Christ.

Source: All texts Orthodox Church of America

MATTHEW 10:1,5-8

1 And when He had called His twelve disciples to Him, He gave them power over unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to heal all kinds of sickness and all kinds of disease.

5 These twelve Jesus sent out and commanded them, saying: "Do not go into the way of the Gentiles, and do not enter a city of the Samaritans. 6 But go rather to the lost sheep of the house of Israel. 7 And as you go, preach, saying, 'The kingdom of heaven is at hand.' 8 Heal the sick, cleanse the lepers, raise the dead, cast out demons. Freely you have received, freely give.

1 CORINTHIANS 12:27-13:8

27 Now you are the body of Christ, and members individually. 28 And God has appointed these in the church: first apostles, second prophets, third teachers, after that miracles, then gifts of healings, helps, administrations, varieties of tongues. 29 Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Are all workers of miracles? 30 Do all have gifts of healings? Do all speak with tongues? Do all interpret? 31 But earnestly desire the best gifts. And yet I show you a more excellent way.

1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing. 4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.

#orthodoxy #orthodoxchristianity #eastern christianity #soriginofchristianity spirituality #holyscriptures #bible #gospel

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