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ettellessa · 1 year

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Little Women VS Virgin Suicides

Someone said that Virgin Suicides is Little Women for the mentally ill and I was like haha sure, BUT it kinda is???? Reading Little Women and Virgin Suicides side by side can be extremely illustrative.

First, let us compare all the sisters. Note: I am not taking Cecilia into consideration because her caharcater is mostly a catalyst for the events.

Therese Lisbon and Jo March

Jo is the second eldest of the March sisters. She is very vocal about doing all the hard work, protecting the family, following her father to the war and playing with boys better than girls. Her main interest is creative literature and she's constantly scolded by her sisters for never taking care of her appearance.

Therese is the oldest os the Lisbon sisters. We are told that she is mostly interested in science, going on camps and reading many magazines on the matter. About her physique, the narrators make it clear that she is the less attractive, with a broad face and lack of confidence: we are told she doesn't to look at herself in the mirror and she wears caps and does the hard work with her father.

Both Jo and Therese have "manly" interests (considered so at their respective contexts) and do the hard work, they do not nurture their physical appearance and could be considered the "unfeminine sister".

Meg March and Mary Lisbon

Meg March is the eldest of the March Girls, she is described as the most beautiful and effortlessly feminine of them. She is the perfect young lady, the perfect wife and the perfect mother. However, she longs for luxury and admiration, to the point of being miserable and careless with her expenses at times.

Mary is the second eldest sister of the Lisbon. She is very interested in her physicial appearance, she hides makeup in the bathroom and matches her scarf and bracelets with the color of her lipstick. Mary makes polite conversation with boy as if she were a socialite. We never learn her dreams, but they are definitively oriented to these matters, since the girl cares about her presentation and manners until the very last second of her life and through her entire depression.

Both girls are the pretty sister, the feminine one, the perfect wife in waiting. Both want to be beautiful and admired for their qualities.

Beth March and Bonnie Lisbon

Bonnie and Beth are the third sister in their families. They are very spiritual, timid and interested in music.

Beth's favorite activity is playing the piano, she avoids all sorts of social interaction and prefers to be with her family.

Bonnie doesn't like extreme experiences, she tries with multiple instruments and is frightened of other people. Her interests are mostly religious and pious, she prays and tends to altars as a way to cope with Cecilia's death.

Amy March and Lux Lisbon

As opposed with the extremely similar girls previously compared, Lux and Amy aren't so obvious with their similarities.

Amy March is the last daughter of the family, she is absolutely devoted to her goals, which are becoming an artist and marrying a rich man. Given the time and context of the book, her character has been perceived as the "evil sister" for many generations until the 2019 film by Greta Gerwig. Being ambitious and brutally honest was not exactly what people wanted in a "good girl" at the time. Plus, she marries the guy every reader thought was meant to be Jo's.

Lux us the youngest sister after Cecilia dies. Just like Amy, she's been perceived as the bad seed of the family because of her sexuality. She is the sister who smokes, who touches men, who has sex on the roof of the house. As well, she has artistic interests, especially in modern music and dancing. Lux is remarkably forward with her intentions and goals, she surprises the men she has sex with with her "singleness of purpose", just like she puts all her abilities in distracting the boys so that her sisters can die in peace and later be found.

It is interesting how both Amy and Lux are so fiece with their determination that, despite being the youngest, they both end up leading the way for the other sisters. Lux guides and guards the suicide, the act of liberation for the Lisbon girls. Amy impulses each of her sisters (and Laurie) to follow their dreams and confront their problems, all the whole securing the economical situation of the impoverished family.

Theodore (Laurie) Laurence and Trip Fontaine

DO NOT CRUCIFY ME. THIS IS AS MALE FIGURES FOR THE GIRLS.

I'm gonna say it, Laurie and Trip are not the same at all, but they are very similar in their character traits, if not in their development.

Laurie is the closest male friend to the March Sisters, he is mischievous and playful. He's Jo's best friend and lately he becomes infatuated with her. He has a long streak of being a playboy, despite his feelings for Jo. At the end of his journey, he matures and falls in love with Amy.

Trip Fontaine is also and playboy, yet a gentleman until proven different. He never speaks about his affairs, yet none of these is serious, until he falls for Lux. Yet, despite this infatuation, in the end he proves incapable of dealing with her emotions and leaves her, even when he lives the rest of his life obsessed with her.

Trip and Laurie are playboys who fall for a sister and pursue her relentlessly, but they are different in their growith: while Trip abandons Lux but never forgets her, Laurie realizes the nature of his childish infatuation with Jo and grows as man who falls for a woman, Amy.

Little Women gives us four girls growing into adulthood with some trouble here and there, under the care of loving parents, an open and comprehensive mother and the constant company of good friends.

Virgin Suicides is the opposite. We follow five (actually four) girls growing up in an isolated family under the hegemony of their overprotective and cold mother, their bland passive father and the absolute indifference of their neighbors and classmates.

It is heartbreaking to make this comparison, because we can see that the Lisbon sisters could've developed just as happily as the March sisters, but they —like many children— were victims of their terrible parents and indifferent community.

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK xd

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hellogoonie02 · 2 years

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TW://self h*rm, mental illness, ab*ndonment

We met through a friend of a friend our freshman year. I was collecting people to keep around me like a shell to hide in. You were content with yourself and a few familiars. It would be years later when you told me you thought I was smart but naïve.

I thought you were stuck up.

Our original group drifted apart but you and I somehow stuck together. We shared the same class every year and it became the highlight of my day. My eyes always sought you out in the crowd of other students; where is she? Where is she?

You got a car in our junior year. It was a tiny, off-white, four-door with an engine so loud we had to shout to hear each other whenever you drove. We made it a habit to run through the Dairy Queen drive thru after school, usually my treat. You always got the M&M’s and cookie dough, and I always got the strawberry cheesecake. Even though I knew what yours tasted like I asked for a bite.

One summer day you called and asked if I wanted to go on an adventure.

With you? Always. We stuffed your trunk full; towels, floaties, clothes, shoes, snacks, water, and sunscreen. On the highway we blasted music so loud my ears were ringing but I don’t remember what it was, just that you were laughing so hard we almost hit the ditch. We drove an hour to Detroit Lakes because your cousin knew a nice, small beach on a lake outside the city where few people ever went.

It took us forever to blow up the stupid floaties but it was worth it once we were on the water. The current took us way out to where our feet couldn’t touch and I hooked my leg onto yours so that you wouldn’t float away from me. The sun was hot but the water was cold and we talked for hours out there where no one could hear us.

It wasn’t until we dried off that we realized how burned we were. Your arms were a candy apple color and my thighs looked like SOLO cups. You ran inside the local Walgreens and we slathered ourselves with aloe vera the entire way home, laughing at ourselves and tearing up because of the pain.

That night I stayed for a sleepover. I stood awkwardly in my underwear (any more clothing on my skin was unbearable) while you made up your bed, wondering where I would sleep. You patted the twin mattress, inviting me in and I felt my breath leave my body.

Will we both fit?

Don’t be shy.

You weren’t afraid to snuggle into me. The door was open, we were two girls, just friends, nothing to gawk at.

No, not just friends. Best friends.

I could never explain to you how my heart swelled, wishing I could curl up inside your soul, be your best friend forever and ever until the sun died and we were nothing more than star dust. I couldn’t say anything about how tears spilled down my cheeks and I prayed silently to whatever god would listen, please please please let me keep this one. How I would give anything to be your best friend for the rest of time.

I don’t think we should hang out anymore.

After graduation I got a full time job and an apartment with my [then] girlfriend. You were studying to get into Child Protective Services. The text came out of nowhere.

It’s not that we can’t be friends, it’s just... I’m finally happy. And you’re not.

I froze in the middle of the hallway, keys in hand, staring at my screen. I felt my stomach drop to my feet.

Whenever I’m with you, I feel like I need to be sad, too.

I remember it had been a while since we hung out; we were both so busy with our own lives that free time became a rarity, usually spent catching up on sleep or with our families. I think we both knew it would be harder to find time together once we graduated.

I’m sorry, I know this must be hard to hear. I don’t mean to hurt you, but I need to look out for myself.

I made it to my bathroom before the lump in my throat burst out of my mouth as a choked sob and my eyes blurred with tears.

You’re a sweetheart and I’ll always care about you. Just… not as close as I had before.

It wasn’t until the blood was running down my arms and into the sink that I realized I was doing the very thing you were distancing yourself from me for. You didn’t want me to stain your sleeves, too. To stain your happy life.

You can always call or text, I’ll always be your friend.

As childish as it may have been, I lashed out. I wanted you to hurt as much as I was. I had once prided myself on my pragmatism, but in that moment I felt my world crumbling. I lit the match that burned our bridge.

Fuck you. I hope you rot in hell.

Still, you were better than me. You had self-respect. Boundaries. Limits.

I won’t tolerate being spoken to like this. I’m blocking you, and I suggest you delete my number.

Part of me was hurt that you wouldn’t put up more of a fight; argue with me, fight to keep me around. Part of me knows it’s not fair of me to make you jump through hoops like a circus animal. Friendships are two-way streets, built on respect and love.

But… where was the love in abandoning me?

It’s been over a year now since we’ve last spoken. I stalk you on Instagram occasionally, but you don’t update that often. Every time I try to message you I get cold feet, unsure of what I should write. Do I even deserve you anymore? Did I ever deserve you? After all this time, do you even remember me…?

Even though we were never dating it still hurts like a breakup. The amount of tissues and ice cream tubs clogging my trash are a constant reminder that I’m just too tired to take out.

If somehow you’re reading this, know that I’m sorry, and I miss you. I’m leaving this message in a bottle for you. Write me back.

#creative writing #letters #to whom it may concern.

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warsmade · 2 years

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[ aslihan malbora , 22 , demi woman , she / they ] in the time of dragons , MERYEM IŞIL STARK is entering the game of thrones . said to be steadfast + adroit , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be petulant + appetent . when asked about them , people are always reminded of the crisp smell of freshly fallen snow , holding one’s breath as an arrow sails through the air until it pierces their target , and laying on exquisite furs in front of a roaring hearth . though they are the LADY OF WINTERFELL , their true loyalties lie with house stark and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support their family above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .

I. PERSONAL .

full name : meryem isil stark .

nicknames : meryem , mery .

official title : lady of winterfell .

age : twenty two .

gender : demi woman .

pronouns : she / they .

orientation : bisexual .

allegiance : house stark / themselves .

spoken languages : common tongue .

religion : house stark follows the faith of the old gods and while meryem used to pray as a child , they no longer believe in the gods .

alignment : chaotic neutral with evil tendencies definitely .

II. APPEARANCE .

faceclaim : aslihan malbora .

eye color : brown .

hair color : brown .

dominant hand : left .

height : 5′6″

build : slim .

III. RELATIONSHIPS .

father : ruling lord tba stark .

mother : ruling lady tba stark nee tba .

siblings , in eldest order : rohan stark ( half sibling ) , dilara stark ( half sibling ) , zehra stark ( half sibling ) , emir stark .

relationship status : unwed .

children : none .

previous relations : tba , plots wanted !

IV. BIOGRAPHY .

inspired heavily by arya stark and also lizzie bennet , katniss everdeen and toph !

from the moment they were born , meryem was seen as a complication to all but their mother and father . she grew up under a harsh spotlight , constant judgement cast by those who favored her father’s previous family . though as a child there had never been any ill feelings toward their siblings , some did not share the same sentiment . they , along with other children in winterfell , would say unkind words and refuse to give her a chance . after the first few times , meryem grew frustrated in their failed attempts to extend an olive branch and figured it worthless to waste their time any further . she grew to have thick skin and a quick wit to prove she would not sit quietly in accepting criticism .

as a child , meryem spent many of her days alone . company would most often be found in the wilderness of the deep wolfswood , hiding from guards and those who wished to bother them . at the age of ten they collected a sack of bread and retreated north to run away to castle black , intent on taking the black from the stories they’d heard from their septa . by then meryem had become an expert at escaping their guards and winterfell , hidden among shadows or those who refused to look their way . meryem learned to hunt and gather on their own from a very young age , able to stay perfectly fine in the northern wilderness on their own . some would watch her run into the snow and pray she may never return - but the lady stark always did eventually . except for when they’d ran away that first time with the intention of never coming home . her poor sense of direction is what failed her and mistaking the last hearth for castle black , the umbers sent a raven to their father who had guards collect them days later . knowing that wherever they went they’d eventually be dragged back , meryem knew it was pointless to try again .

still , the quiet became their comfort and they did their best to stick to the darker wings of winterfell . though meryem used to pray to the weirwood tree as a child , they eventually stopped but still loved to sit underneath the tree and dream of all the places they’d eventually go someday . their habit of sneaking into the wolfswood never stopped and as the years went on they traveled further and further out until they eventually began to travel all over westeros . being home in winterfell was difficult at times and they always needed an escape , loving how it felt to ride through the trees away from all that no longer mattered . often times they would go by an alias , a commoner disguise that meryem almost always used in their travels .

though they don’t necessarily go searching for trouble , they’re often found in the middle of it . their short fuse doesn’t help . meryem adores her parents but has grown to resent them for the way they decided to bring her and emir into the realm . she was never terribly good at lessons or needlework , the ladies always making fun of how sloppy her work was . instead meryem put focus into what they wanted to be good at which became archery . they would make their own arrows , ride north and go hunting when the weather was good . this also became a perfect way for mery to get any anger out or frustration , which became more and more frequent over the years .

meryem always has their guard up and comes off sarcastic and bad tempered . they don’t trust anyone and have grown quite cold due to the treatment of not only themselves but of their mother and emir . small talk is hated and they often prefer to be left alone because most of the time it’s too much hassle to get involved with people who will only end up hating them or leaving anyway . if someone took the chance to get to know her , she’s actually not that bad and is extremely protective / loyal to those they’ve come to love . at the end of the day , meryem wants to find their purpose in the world and doesn’t think it’s being a lady of winterfell . the north will always be important to them and so will house stark , but they’ve never felt wanted there .

#thrones.intro #i'll add wanted plots eventually

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mallorybeckwith · 13 days

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From Loss To Strength : How To Regain Your Faith

You might be struggling with your faith. Perhaps you are feeling lonely, disconnected and confused. Know that you are not alone!

Many of us had bad days — days when we lost hope, meaning, and faith. Be it an addiction, a mental illness, isolation, or emotional distress, anyone can experience a shock of faith sooner or later in life.

But, just as God promised the best of us by reminding us in ISAIAH 40: 29-31, “ to give us gives strength and increases the power when we are weak and weary,” we should always know that we are not alone - that God and Jesus always have our backs, even when everything seems bleak.

Here are some ways to strengthen your faith and remind you that God and Jesus Christ are always there to support you in your setbacks:

Pray

As believers, our ultimate hope should not be based on the individuals and circumstances around us but rather on the God above it all. And prayer is one of our most potent resources, yet we tend to ignore it. Therefore, it is vital that we preserve our time to pray—to pray for what is in our hearts and know that we have a superior entity, a creator who is standing in the wings for us. Be it finding the scripture and asking for it on your behalf—praying will build your faith and help you to keep your eyes focused on the Lord, even in times of crisis and despair.

Refrain From The New Age Practices

When you think that new-age practices like astrology, tarot cards, and other things can set you up for success, you may be wrong. While the sudden allure and magnetism might be provoking, the more you find yourself attracted to these contemporary deceptions, the more you will find yourself detached from God, just as MALLORY BECKWITH experienced that she shares in her novel “Bipolar Flames.”

"Bipolar Flames: Escaping the New Age and Redemption Through Christ," is a raw and unflinching account of Mallory Beckwith and her battles with bipolar disorder and addiction and new-age spirituality. Join Mallory and walk along with her through the chaos, the crippling lows, and the manic highs that colored her world when the narrative takes a sharp turn when her exploration of New Age spirituality leads to a terrifying descent into delusions and darkness. But just like the water that makes its way out of anything, Mallory doesn't shy away from the allure of New Age beliefs. Instead, she unravels the initial sense of autonomy and control it offers. With brutal honesty and credibility, she demonstrates and shares the emptiness and spiritual pitfalls hidden beneath the surface. Her journey of disillusionment resonates deeply with anyone who's ever felt drawn to alternative spiritual paths, only to find them lacking substance in times of crisis and finding the strength to confront their struggles head-on—with stronger faith and belief in the LORD and Jesus Christ.

Read Your Bible

When everything around you feels painful, turn it off and grab your Bible. The Bible is not only a holy scripture but an ultimate source of comfort, especially in a troubled world. From the Psalms, where King David cried out to the Lord repeatedly, to the various times we are reminded of the depth of the Christian faith and the importance of staying connected to our vine, Jesus Christ—you will find the Bible incredibly calming. To put it in brief. The more familiar you become with the Holy Bible, the less worried you feel about what is going on around you and be more strong and resilient.

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gobboguy · 7 months

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Songs of Power, Part 2: In the Shadow of the Orc Lord

**Chapter 1: The Last Petals**

5 Years Later:

Rain tapped gently on the leaded glass windows, casting a soothing rhythm over the royal bedroom of Farfield Castle. The room was an opulent display of wealth and power, draped in tapestries depicting heroic deeds, with a grand fireplace crackling with golden flames. Alden, the husband of Princess Eleanor, sat beside her on the enormous bed, which was adorned with soft silks and delicate lace.

Eleanor, a small and delicate woman, lay nestled amidst the covers. Her once vibrant emerald eyes were now dulled with the pain of illness, her pale skin made paler by the flickering firelight. For five years she and Alden had tried to conceive and for five years they had suffered a series of miscarriages which left Eleanor wracked with illness and guilt. Despite her weakened state, her spirit remained unyielding. Her heavy brow accentuated her thoughtful gaze, and freckles danced across her cheeks. She smiled weakly, her lips curving upwards with a strength born from love.

Beside her, Alden held a staff, adorned with intricate carvings of a forest nymph. His eyes, a deep sea green watched Eleanor with great distress, shimmering with inner light. With a tap of his staff, he summoned a rain of flowers that cascaded from the staff and burst into colorful bubbles at the slightest touch. Eleanor's eyes lit up with childlike wonder as she watched the petals dance around them.

"I'm sorry, Alden," Eleanor whispered, her voice barely audible above the soft crackling of the fire. "I hope… I pray that this time will be different."

Alden, his eyes filled with love and concern, reached out to gently caress her cheek. "My dear Eleanor, you have nothing to apologize for. Your strength is unmatched, and your courage is unwavering. I love you, no matter what."

Eleanor's hand moved instinctively to her swollen belly, her touch gentle yet filled with longing. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. "I want to give you an heir, Alden. I want to be the mother of your children."

Alden's heart ached as he watched his beloved wife struggle with her emotions. He took her hand in his, their fingers entwining like vines. "Eleanor, listen to me," he said, his voice firm yet tender. "Having a child is a dream we both share, but your health is more precious to me than anything else in this world. I cannot bear to see you suffer."

Eleanor met his gaze, her eyes shining with determination. "I want to be the mother of your children," she insisted, her voice unwavering. "I want to bring life into this world with you."

Alden was lost for words in the face of her resolve. He tightened his grip on her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. In the flickering firelight, they shared a moment of silent understanding, a connection that transcended words.

As the rain continued to tap against the windows, they bowed their heads in unison, their clasped hands resting over Eleanor's heart. In hushed tones, they began to recite a prayer, their voices blending together in harmony.

"Divine Justice Miranda," Alden whispered, his voice carrying the weight of their hopes and dreams. "Grant us strength and guidance. Bless us with your mercy, and if it is your will, bestow upon us the gift of a child."

Eleanor's voice joined his, the words a heartfelt plea to the chief deity of their land. "We humbly ask for your divine intervention, for the chance to bring new life into this world. Grant us this blessing, and we shall be forever grateful."

In the quiet intimacy of their shared prayer, surrounded by the soft glow of the fire and the gentle patter of rain, they found solace in each other's presence. In that moment, they clung to hope like the fragile petals of a flower, praying that their love would be enough to weather any storm that lay ahead.

#fantasy #goblins #orcs #literature #gobboguy #SongsofPower2

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shirleysatterfield · 11 months

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Three Arguments For The Existence of God

Anne Mandel

Poetry and Essays

11 articles

June 24, 2023

A Rational Dialogue with an Atheist

Mr. Hedley says:

Atheism provides one with freedom of thought, and hence freedom of actions. It also allows one to think rationally (which gives religionists great trouble). Empty your head of religious doctrine and beliefs and THINK for yourself. Go on; try it; you might enjoy the freedom. If you don’t like it, you can always revert.

I reply:

I already have the freedoms of thought and religion afforded to me by the constitution of the United States. And better than that “Where the Spirit of the Lord is there is liberty.” So, I have freedom in my spirit too and freedom from all sins and addictions. I once had constant suicidal thoughts but they have been gone for thirty years now, even in the difficult times. Freedom from a lifetime of food addiction, I once weighed 250 pounds now I weigh 170 and have been at this weight for eight years with little effort from me outside of intentionally getting regular excise. It’s even a miracle I survived because I was a victim of horrible childhood abuse, raised in a house of horrors. Perhaps you didn’t need Jesus, but I sure did.

But I tell you this much, if China goes to war with the United States over Taiwan. We are all going to need Him sure enough.

Enjoy your day, but stay vigilant. These are no ordinary times.

I do appreciate your mutual respect

Take care

I had another conversation with an atheist who wanted proof. So I gave him my testimony.

Dear Sir,

Testimony time then. I was an Army veteran living in Hawaii with my Army husband. My Navy brother had been killed in an auto accident. After the funeral I took of long distance running in order to cope with the bone crushing grief. One day I jogged up a beautiful side road lined with palm trees to find a small charming white chapel at the dead end end of the road. Inside I found some literature about the evidence on the Shroud of Turin. Curiosity peaked I just prayed to the Lord that I would find a book on this subject thinking that a trip to the book store was in order. But days later I found myself waiting at the main bus hub in Honolulu where there were hundreds of colorful people going to and fro, when out of nowhere out of the crowd stepped a man who I did not know who handed me a book entitled The Shroud of Turin and he handed to me saying, “Here God told me to give you this book.” Then he disappeared back into the crowd and I have never seen him again.

Fast forward many decades. I had been sick and broken and had gained 100 pounds following a sexual assault at work that was not believed which also had me estranged from God Himself. Well at this time in my life I had found my way back to Him again with many weak, faltering steps and now on disability for my many illnesses I had enrolled into Averett University as a journalism student in order to get my life back together. And I was living in a cheap tenement apartment on a street so bad that there had been eleven arson fires in that neighborhood that years, including the house next door my large apartment building when I could hear the people the people screaming as they ran out. No one hurt.

Somewhere along the line I found myself wanting a snack after dark in the PM side of the night. I was standing right by my front door just thinking about how I would like a bowl of cereal with some milk, but it was to late to go to the store on foot as I had no car, and the neighborhood was dangerous. Then immediately there was a little knock at the door and there stood the little old lady who was my upstairs neighbor, someone whom I had helped with food before. She was standing there holding a whole box of cereal and a jug of milk which she handed to me saying, Shirley these are for you.

Need I go on? Just last Sunday my husband and I had a fight, and being old we each have our own little bedrooms. Well, he stormed to his respective room yelled, “I don’t want to talk to you for the rest of the day.” And he slammed the door and locked it from the inside with one of those little hook and eye locks like on screen doors. After a few hours of excruciating pain over the silly fight I decided it was time to make our respective apologies and get ready for some makeup kissing. So I softly tapped on the door but there was no response. I gently tried the door and sure enough it was locked. I knocked on the door again and heard him command me to go away because he was tired. So I tried the door again and it immediately opened. He exclaimed, “How did that door get unlocked, I didn’t unlock it.” And neither did I nor did I even try to force it and on examination the lock was in no way damaged. It had just somehow had separated itself hook from eye.

Now if the devil is in the little details well so is God. He was small enough to make an atom and large enough to make the sun. So God is in the tiny details if you know where to look.

Faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11: 1

And we know that God is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. Hebrews 11:2

I rest my case. My testimony is my evidence and the last testimony had a witness of two. That’s all the proofs I have except more amazing testimonies of what God has done for me practically in this physical earth realm.

A Last Word of Wisdom for the Atheist Community

I just have one question for the atheist community. What are the tangible benefits of being an atheist? Does it make you feel good, does it give you fulfillment, purpose, pleasure, the knowledge that brings awe? Does it enrich you in anyway? Just what is in it for you.? You sound so miserable. You sound like you don’t even have a song in your heart.

Remember Madilyn Murray O’Hare and what a gruesome end she came to after years of mocking God and His people. And the very son that she strove so hard to shield from prayers didn’t even know she was missing for a year because he became a Christian pastor and she had disowned him. I sometimes wonder if she prayed for herself as she was driven to her death? So sad.

I hope you find some joy and awe and purpose in something because at least for us Christians life has some meaning for us beyond sex and getting food. The atheist crowd is making a big mistake insulting me because I am a new writer in town that has had decades of education, experience, trials in the school of hard knocks, and am from Baltimore too with a similar personality style to Madilyn. Well you have taken on God’s answer to this irreverent woman from Baltimore when you mock God and His people instead of having an intelligent courteous conversation with us because I am more than capable of answering tit for tat without the name calling that you resort to. And these little writings of mine are trending worldwide right now which is an absolute miracle since I am unknown and my page is anonymous. Worldwide revival as the age comes to a close is not coming, it’s here.

#poetryisnotdead #faithbased

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kurts-world-101 · 2 years

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you wouldn’t look at the name? hmmm i don’t know if i believe you, knowing how desperate you are for me. i think you might peek and see who i am. maybe ill figure something else out

how did thinking of yourself as a filthy catholic whore make you feel? did it excite you or embarrass you? perhaps both. if you want to wear skirts i can certainly think of a few i’d like to see you in. maybe if you’re a good boy i’d treat you and buy them for you

my hair is dyed right now but yes that specifically is my natural hair color. my roots are very grown out right now and my roots on my hairline are nearly platinum they’re so light. i wonder what other physical attributes pull you in that i have. i wonder if you saw what i looked like if you’d be flustered

i will say that i have teased you, in my own, safe way. i’d love to tell you how but that would take some of the fun out of it for me 😈

oh i have, they’re well aware, and i’m not ashamed to admit that. so you best dissolve any hopes of embarrassing me; i’m an open book and most already know this about me. well, an open book to everyone but you i guess

that being said if any of my friends are reading this and know who i am yall better mind your mf business

like i said; i haven’t paid them much mine. i’m more focused on your responses to me. but i suppose the most exciting part of it for me would be knowing you’re letting your last little taste of freedom, your last bit of time where you get to entertain the attention and desire of others before fully submitting and committing to me. i think it’s cute, watching get hard off the attention, but knowing that no one can make you as hard as me

but you best believe that one day it will be all too clear to everyone else in your inbox who you belong to 🖤

well but that brain to good use baby, daddy wants to know how bad you want it

-⛓️🔪

I saw you just sent it to me I’ll definitely have to read that…. Maybe later…

It embarrassed me at first, making me feel gross, but eventually I gave into it. Thinking about bending over skirt showing my ass off. Thinking about good I would look in a skirt, I’ve always wanted one…. I would be so good. I would want to wear all the pretty skirts for you. Oh really? What kind of skirts are we talking about here??

Seeing the person behind all those words… putting a face to ⛓️🔪 anon… what a treat for me. It may never happen but until then I can pretend..red hair? Good thing my second favorite color is red.

You’re not even going to indulge me a bit? Not going to tell me, what exactly you’ve done to tease me? I think it would be funnier if you tell me….

I need a list of your friends now, I need to ask them MANY questions. Please if you see this and know who this is, send me a DM. It will be out little secret 😵‍💫

My last little bit of freedom knowing I can’t have you yet? Knowing I’m just waiting for you to show yourself. Waiting for my god to reveal themselves… praying on my knees. You didn’t answer my question. Does it make you hard? Knowing how I’m on my knees begging to see you? Does it make you hard seeing me get so flustered?

They will eventually. But until then I’ll have my fun. Bulge pictures for everyone…. Sharing every intimate thought in my head…

I’d give up my account…. Fuck… no I wouldn’t…. Would I? I would give up things, I didn’t even know I had. You have me in mind and soul, I’m not sure what else I could offer you…

#kurtanswers #⛓️🔪anon

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highsviolets · 3 years

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dear cris,

why are jamie fraser’s shoulders so broad?

what for?

sincerely,

someone who thinks the word “breadth” was invented just to describe his back

dear kelli,

thank you for raising this concern. i, too, share in your questioning of this matter. despite my best efforts i am yet to discover the answer to our query.

i have uncovered but one explanation for the nigh-sinful breadth of james alexander malcom mackenzie fraser’s back, chest, and shoulders. i offer it to you below:

The memory came to you unbidden, as though summoned forth by the same gust of wind that brought a chill slowly seeping through your layers.

it has been a day like today, the last time you had been out with Jamie and the men before your marriage — cold, but clear, until the weather turned and it brought delight to the heavens for lashing rain to cover you all.

many of the men had simply covered themselves in their tartans, but you had no such luxury; another reminder of your sassenach status. you had not earned through feat or birth the right to wrap yourself in the colors of any clan. there was nothing to do but bear it and pray that their was no ill-will as the rain plastered your clothes to already-slick skin.

Jamie had found you, later that night. he always finds you. but this time, he had approached from behind, wrapping his own tartan like a blanket around your shivering shoulders.

“ach, what’ll we do with ye, Sassenach,” he had said fondly, chest still firmly at your back. was he always this warm, you wondered, before your mind answers that question for you, thinking about those first encounters after you’d fallen through the stones — setting his shoulder, the all-night ride, escorting you back after a glass too many of Colum’s fine rhenish. he had been close then — Christ, your hands had been on his skin — but this was somehow more intimate than any touch. This was the language of understanding, he & you, within which touch was only a key, a register, a means to an end, an expression of its own self.

#me posting a wip snippet?#WHO IS SHE #jamie fraser x reader #jamie fraser x claire beauchamp #is x reader even a thing in outlander fic lmao #cris writes #outlander #ask

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mellowswriting · 3 years

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2, 3, & 48 with the least expected choice: JAVI BB! 😭 Please I just starve for domestic!Javi a lot

Second Chance

pairing || Javier Peña x F!Reader

summary || Javier comes back to the U.S after taking down Escobar to find you - and what he finds changes his life forever.

word count || 4,824

warnings || angst with a happy ending, soft dad Javi, allusions to sex

a/n || This was so interesting to write, because Javier as a dad??? Yes please! Also because I’m so used to writing mainly fluff that angst can get a little tricky for me. Thank you for this little writing challenge, anon!

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Two years. It had been nearly two years since Javier had seen you - correction, since he had watched you walk out with tears in your eyes and did nothing to stop you like a fool. It was one of his biggest regrets, and that was saying something coming from a man whose job required him to make hard and fast decisions that often left people dead. All he could do was hope and fucking pray that you wouldn’t slam the door in his face.

Even if he did deserve it.

A drive that typically would’ve taken only an hour from the airport took nearly double that, Javier’s hands shaking and stomach turning the entire time. He should’ve done this sooner, should’ve followed you out that door or hopped onto a plane and met you back in the States. Nothing felt right without you, the world around him slightly distorted by your absence. An absence that was entirely his fault.

He shouldn’t have snapped at you. All you had wanted from him was the promise that he would try to play it safer. It was a simple reassurance that he could have given you if he hadn’t been such a moron and snapped at you that if you couldn’t handle the realities of his job, you had no business sticking around. You were scared, worried for him after one of his harebrained plans nearly got his head blown off.

And all Javier had done was make you feel stupid for caring about him. It didn’t help that he did nothing to try to fix it the next day; he was embarrassed, ashamed of his immaturity. And you left because of it. He hated himself for it. He would only hate himself more if he didn’t go to you now that he had taken down Escobar. Better late than never, right? He was back in the states and could’ve gone anywhere, done anything, especially now that he was so well known for his hard work in Colombia. Instead, he used that new status to find out where you ended up and scribbled your address onto a crumpled piece of paper.

It was a nice house. The kind he always hoped you would get, picturesque with the neatly trimmed front yard and picket fence. The sun had just risen enough to tint the sky by the time he pulled up and killed the engine, his millionth cigarette of the day perched between his fingers. You were home. Tiny movements that he could see from the windows and the car parked in your driveway told him that much.

The love of his life was right there. Less than twenty yards away, practically nothing separating the two of you after so long. That realization had Javier finally shoving the car door open and stepping out - and damn near getting himself run over in the process. In his haste, his excitement, he didn’t even glance around himself enough to see the car approaching and… pulling into your driveway?

A spike of fear shot through him. Please, fuck, don’t let that be a man. Don’t let that be some man who is going to walk through the door and kiss your cheek as you welcome him home from work and…

No. A woman, brunette. Launching herself out of the car and practically skipping up to the door. She didn’t bother knocking, just walked right in and closed the door behind her. Something familiar about her tickled the back of Javier’s brain, the hazy memory of a polaroid of her next to you wearing matching goofy grins. Ah, your sister. Amelia, if he remembered correctly.

Javier hesitated at her appearance. He didn’t want to interrupt something. God knows you were already going to be pissed enough at him. So he leaned against his door and puffed on that cigarette like it was his only lifeline, ready to wait for however long it took.

Just his luck that he wouldn’t have to wait long. The door reopened not fifteen minutes later and the two of you both appeared on the porch and holy fuck, Javier’s heart was ready to fly out of his chest just at the sight of your smile as you chatted with your sister. He watched, enraptured, that damn cigarette damn near falling from his lips, his heart leaping at the way your head tilted back with a big laugh. God, he missed that sound.

You turned and poked your head back into the doorway and called something that he couldn’t hear, pausing before rolling your eyes and walking back inside. You appeared again a second later with -

A kid? Propped on your hip with your arm propped under them with ease.

Javier’s heart dropped. Of course. He should’ve known that someone would have scooped you up the second you returned home. If he hadn’t have been such a fucking idiot, that could have been him building a home with you and fuck, he had to leave. He needed to get in his car and fucking go before you -

“Javier?”

It had been so long since he heard you say his name. Even when it was layered with surprise, his name never sounded better than when it was falling from your lips. Javier froze with his hand on the handle. He could hear your sister’s ill attempt at whispering, the harshness of “Wait, the Javier? The one that -” that you cut off before she could finish.

Javier turned, his heart flying in his chest, and started walking up to the gate. The shake in his hands was undeniable when he lifted the latch. Your mouth hung open, chest rising and falling rapidly with your almost frantic breathing, the little girl perched on your hip seeming confused. She was yours, that much was obvious. Her nose, her lips - that little girl was your daughter.

Something in you snapped back into place, your mouth closed and a fake smile quickly replaced it as you turned your softening gaze to your little girl. “Okay, you have fun with Aunt Amelia, okay? Mommy loves you.”

Javier watched the exchange with a heavy heart, watched as your daughter gave you the tiniest kiss on your cheek with a small ‘pop’ of her lips, watched as your sister took her and gave him a wide berth as she went to strap her into the carseat in her car. The moment she was out of your sight, the warmth from your eyes fell away and regarded him with something colder, something angry and sad.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked.

“It’s done.” He mumbled, his fists clenching at his sides. “All of the bullshit with Escobar, it’s over.”

“Yeah, I know.” You scoffed at the surprised look he gave you. “What, you think I didn’t keep track of you after I left? Just because I wasn’t around doesn’t mean I stopped caring about whether you lived or died. That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I never should have let you leave. I… I shouldn’t have driven you away to begin with.” Shame flooded him for the millionth time at the flash of hurt in your eyes before you looked away from him, your eyes falling to the ground. “The kid… uh, congratulations I mean. I didn’t know you started a family, I never would’ve shown up like this. I’m not a homewrecker.”

“The kid?” You repeated, your voice incredulous, and Javier cringed. Yeah, not the most eloquent way to put it, but he was never good with words.

“Yeah, uh, she’s a cute kid. You and your… husband or whatever, you got lucky.” Every word that fell from his lips, he regretted. They were true, sure, but holy hell did it sound so awkward coming from him.

“The kid.” You scoffed again, a sound he hadn’t realized he missed so much. You finally locked eyes with him, somehow even more guarded than before. “She’s yours.”

Javier blinked. The words didn’t compute, his brain falling blank at the very thought that he… no, no fucking way. He took a half step back, his mouth falling open. He watched you watch him, watched the way your eyes studied his every movement. Air rushed in and out of his chest rapidly, black spots blinked at the edges of his vision, and suddenly his ass was hitting the hard stone of your porch.

He barely heard the rough, concerned way you said “Shit, Javi!”, barely noticed you disappear from his side. No, he couldn’t believe it, couldn’t accept that. There was no way in hell that his stupid fucking mistake deprived him of this, of his family. Of watching you bring his child into the world and watching her grow, teaching her how to walk on unsteady feet and picking her up when she cried. Of you teaching him how to gently pull her pretty brown hair into the little sprigs of pigtails, just like she wore when he caught a glance of her before she was whisked away.

The cold, wet feeling of a cloth dragging across his forehead made his eyes refocus and there you were. Your eyes, once cold and hesitant now tinged with concern as you gently drug a washcloth down each of his cheeks, trying to pull him out of his panicked state. You were murmuring something to him, something he couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in his ears. Javier’s hand grasped at yours, pressing it against his cheek tightly.

“Name.” He rasped. “What’s her name?”

You paused, a small smile perking up the corners of your lips. “Elianna. We call her Ellie.”

Ellie.

Javier had a daughter.

“I have a daughter?” Javier needed to hear you say it again.

“You have a daughter.” You nodded and pulled your hand away from his cheek, much to Javier’s disappointment. He missed your touch. You patted him hard on the shoulder before hauling him up. “Come on, we have a lot to talk about. Might as well do it on the couch where it’s comfortable.”

The inside of your home was just as picturesque as the outside, but in a completely different way. Colorful toys were strewn about the living room, a few soft baby blankets crumpled on the couch. It was comfortable, lived-in. Happy. Javier sat heavily on the couch, mind almost on autopilot as he gently touched the blanket next to him, his fingers barely grazing the fabric like he was worried his touch would somehow taint it.

You handed him a cold bottle of water that he accepted graciously and sipped as you sat next to him, a foot-wide war zone of space between you that felt like a stab to his heart. If only he hadn’t fucked everything up. You would be curled up right against him, your head on his chest as the two of you watched the little girl you created together babble over her toys.

“Tell me about her?” Javier asked tentatively, his voice uncharacteristically small.

“What do you want to know?” The hesitance in your voice made him feel even worse.

“Anything. Everything.”

And you did. Javier watched and listened, enraptured as you gushed about little Ellie. At nearly fifteen months old, she was damn near running and constantly getting into everything. She was curious and bright and laughed like she couldn’t breathe when you would roll around on the floor and play with her. Just the sight of the happiness and light in your eyes when you retold the first time you heard her say ‘mama’ made pride swell in his chest.

The intense urge to have her here with him pulled at him, but he knew better than to ask. You were already indulging him by bringing him into your home and answering his questions. Hell, he was lucky you told him to begin with. He could feel the intensity of your gaze on his face as he tried to absorb all of the information that was dumped on him. Silence filled the living room when you trailed off, a few heavy moments where he didn’t know what to say.

“I know you have questions, Javier.” You said, your words slow and deliberate. Clipped, like you were terrified he was going to disappear once again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Javier whispered.

“Well, I didn’t know I was pregnant when I left.” You began with a sigh. “I thought that the nausea and the missed period were from stress, because god knows I was wrecked. I found out a few weeks after I got back to the U.S and… I just didn’t see the point to tell you.”

“Didn’t see the point? Of telling me you were having my child?” His voice rose with his anger, his frustration and he watched as those walls slammed down, your vulnerability hardening in less than a second. He took a deep breath before continuing, trying his damnedest to soften his voice. “Do you really think so little of me?”

“Are you kidding me, Javier? You had just told me to leave. Was I supposed to think it would change anything?” You deflated into the cushions slightly and the sight of the exhaustion and pain in your eyes made some of his anger fall away. You rubbed a hand down your face. “Was I supposed to hop back on a plane back to Colombia? Put myself and my baby in danger? Or maybe I should have just called you. ‘Hey, Javier, I know you just told me to get out of your life, but surprise! I’m carrying your child!’ How would that have gone over?”

“But after? How could you not…” Javier choked up, unable to finish his sentence. You were right, he knew that. But he was grieving the loss of everything he had missed out on. He couldn’t blame you, not really. It was an impossible situation.

“I wanted to. There were these moments that… it took everything in me not to call you and beg you to come to me like some pathetic little…” You trailed off with a shake of your head, your voice cracking. “But I couldn’t. The closer you got to catching Escobar, I just… I couldn’t pull you away from the fight when you were so close to winning. The past few weeks, though? God, I almost called you at least a dozen times. The second I heard about it, I wanted you here, but I was so… so scared, Javi.”

And there it was. Javier’s heart snapped in half. He broke your heart and you managed to still prioritize his career, his fight against Escobar, while you brought his child into the world and shouldered that responsibility on your own. He cleared his throat harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back those traitorous tears that threatened to fall.

“You don’t have to be scared. If you’ll have me, I swear to god, you will never do this alone again.” Javier whispered, his eyes still closed. Debilitating fear kept him from looking at you, afraid to see the rejection on your face. “I want to be here, I want this. I want my family.”

“Do you mean that?” Your voice trembled with disbelief.

“Of course I do, hermosa.” He insisted. “Please, give me the chance to show you.”

The small, relieved sigh that came from you made something tight ease in his chest and Javier hesitantly brought you into his arms. You relaxed into his side with your head propped on his shoulder, the both of you taking refuge in the familiarity of the touch that was missed for so long. He felt you look up at him and met your eyes, hoping you could see his sincerity. Words had a tendency to fail him but he still had his actions. He absentmindedly licked his lips before asking, “Can I kiss you?”

You smiled at him, a small smile that was still a bit sad, but a smile nonetheless, and nodded. “I've missed your kisses. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” He confessed and finally kissed you. After two years, Javier felt the softness of your lips against his and finally felt like he was home.

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Javier’s knee bounced rapidly as he sat on your couch hours later, his nerves bounding untethered and desperate for any outlet. Just on the outside on the porch, you had stepped out to greet Amelia, who had brought Ellie home.

His daughter was on the other side of the door and he was about to meet her, for real this time. Excitement and fear warred with each other, neither able to win out over the other in their rising volume. Excitement at getting to hold her, maybe even make her smile. Fear over the possibility of hurting her or being too rough - he didn’t have much experience with babies, after all.

The door pushed open and he heard you call his name softly. “Can you grab these bags for me?”

He was on his feet in an instant, glad to be of help and already jumping at the chance to start proving himself to be a good father. A mess of brown curls poked out from the baby blanket you had draped over your chest where Ellie was apparently still fast asleep, distracting him slightly as he grabbed the bags from Amelia. She… did not look too happy to see him. The hardness in her glare told him something that didn’t need to be vocalized: if he hurt you or Elllie, his body would never be found.

Javier nodded slightly at her. He couldn’t blame your sister. If he were in her position, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he would be breaking noses. At your request, he set the bags on the kitchen table before walking back to you - and the sight of you swaying in the middle of the living room with Ellie knocked out against you, your cheek propped against the top of her head, took his breath away. The smile you gave him brought him closer, his hand settling on Ellie’s back softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Do you want to hold her?”

It took a moment of maneuvering, but the second you settled Ellie against him chest-to-chest, his entire world came into focus. Her cheek pressed against his chest just so, making her mouth form the tiniest little ‘o’ that he had ever seen. She was so calm, sleeping so deeply, and Javier couldn’t fucking believe his luck. How could he have had any part in creating something so perfect?

He had to sit down. He didn’t trust himself to hold her with unskilled hands while standing. She harrumphed slightly when he eased down onto the couch, but other than that, his little girl stayed off in her dreamworld, content and safe in her father’s arms for the first time.

“Just be careful not to touch the bottoms of her feet even a little bit, it wakes her up every time. She’s just like you with that.” You said, your voice lowered as you sat next to him much closer than before. He preened under the idea that any part of him was reflected in Ellie, even something so small and silly.

“She’s so warm. Is that normal?” Javi asked. He hoped she didn’t have a fever, he knew that a fever could really hurt a baby even with his limited knowledge. You reached out to gently feel her forehead and cheek, smiling after a moment.

“No, she's just a little furnace.” You settled against the back of the couch with a content smile. God, this just felt so right. Having you so close and smiling, having his daughter asleep and safe against him. He could feel the pieces snapping together, could feel himself becoming whole. “Yet another thing she has in common with you.”

“What else?” Javier whispered, desperate to hear everything.

“Hmm, let’s see. You have the same grumpy face.” You laugh when he glanced up at you, his eyebrows ticked together and lips pursed slightly. “Mhmm, that’s the one. Plus she hates carrots. Acts like I’ve personally offended her if I even offer them.”

“That’s because carrots are fucking disgusting.” Javi grumbles goodnaturedly as he gently rubs Ellie’s back. She’s so small, such a tiny, delicate little creature, and he can’t believe it. Any of it. You let him in after everything, took him in and introduced him to an entirely new world of possibility, one where if he was smart and did right by his two little ladies, he would get the life he always dreamed of.

Your fingers brushed an errant lock of hair from his face and Javi sighed, his eyes falling closed as he leaned into the soft touch that he missed so much. He hummed happily, practically purring like a pleased cat, when your fingers buried further in his hair and massaged over his scalp. Heaven. He was in heaven.

A gentle stirring against his chest made Javier glance down at Ellie and that first glimpse of her big brown eyes only confirmed what he already felt deep in his soul - this little girl was his everything. It was the most basic, simple thing he had ever felt, no question to be had about any of it.

Ellie wiggled against him, trying to get herself upright, and Javier immediately held her under her arms to sit her on his thigh. She looked inquisitively up at him from his lap, glancing over at you to confirm that you were nearby before staring at him as if he was the most interesting thing he has ever seen. Her little hand reached up to tug at his mustache, giving him a toothy grin at the way he laughed.

There were tears in his eyes and he couldn’t even deny them, couldn’t pretend they weren’t there. Javier could see them mirrored in your eyes as you watched Ellie stand in her father’s lap and try to balance herself with her hands on his shoulders.

You cleared your throat. “She’s about to start bouncing.”

“What? Whoa!” Javier exclaimed at the sudden feeling of what seemed like Ellie falling in his lap, his hands rushing for a firmer grip only for her to pop right back up and do it all over again. All three of you cracked up, your melodic laughter mixing with Ellie’s high giggling in the most beautiful way.

That night Javier got to cut up his daughter's food and help spoon bites into her mouth, sat at the table with Ellie and the love of his life, eating dinner like a family. He could picture this for the rest of his life. Eating breakfast and dinner together. Kissing the both of you goodbye in the morning and returning to his daughter running down the hall to wrap him in a hug. Chasing Ellie around a park and helping her down slides and pushing her on the swings.

This was his second chance, and he was going to do it right. God help him, he was not going to miss out on anything else. So when he saw the hesitance in your eyes that night after putting Ellie to bed, Javier settled himself on the couch with nothing but a gentle kiss to your forehead. There was no reason to push you. He wanted you to be comfortable, he owed you that much.

A week went by like that. Javier would rise in the morning to the sounds of you coming downstairs with Ellie on your hip and stretch, realigning his spine and pulling the tension from his sore back. He offered small pieces of affection and grinned every time they were accepted - a small peck on the lips here, his arm raised for you to curl closer on the couch there. Little Elianna was all too happy to join in on those little couch cuddle sessions, too, clambering into his lap or yours and snuggling close.

It seemed like the more Ellie warmed up to him, the more you did as well. Javi caught those small smiles when you watched him help ease his little girl to sleep for a nap. The more he proved himself to be a good father, the more comfortable you were letting him in, and it felt like progress. You laughed openly at his stupid jokes, reached out for him for affection of your own volition - kisses over coffee, holding hands as he pushed Ellie in the stroller - and it felt so good.

Javier fluffed up a pillow before tossing it against the arm of the couch, but before he could collapse his exhausted body into the cushions, he felt your hand curl around his bicep. The look in your eyes was almost afraid and worry clenched his stomach, but before he could spiral, you pulled him close and leaned up to kiss him.

A surprised sound hummed against your lips but Javi quickly regained himself to kiss you back. There was something softer about the way your lips pressed against his, something that had been absent from the quick, nearly chaste kisses you shared since he returned. This time you parted your lips and licked along the curve of his bottom lip, your hand coming up to press against his jaw and pull him even closer.

“You aren’t sleeping on that couch anymore.” You whispered against his lips.

“Oh, thank fuck.” Javi grumbled as he pressed even closer and kissed you again and again, slowly guiding you back to your bedroom.

He woke up the next morning with his bare chest against your back, his face buried in your hair, and he didn’t think life could get any better. His arms tightened around you as he gently rubbed up and down your side, the soft touch easing you out of sleep. The way you groaned made him smile; it was a sound he missed, even if it though was grumpy. You rolled over in his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck to drag him over you, smiling sleepily at him before kissing him.

“My thighs are fucking aching, Javier.” You grumbled against him as you pressed a line of kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

He shivered at the feeling of your lips against his sensitive skin. “Mm, yeah, and you love it.”

You giggled in that way that made his stomach flip. “Fair enough.”

The door pushed open suddenly, almost hard enough to crack against the wall, and Ellie appeared on your side of the bed, her arms raised as she waited impatiently to be picked up. Javier happily pulled her up onto the bed. Scratch his earlier assumption - now his life couldn’t get any better. He watched Ellie jump and tumble around the sheets with happy squeals and that’s when he heard it. At first, he thought maybe he was hearing things until he saw the way your mouth fell open into a big grin, your eyes flitting back and forth between father and daughter.

“Papaaaa!” Ellie called out, her hands opening and closing rapidly, reaching for him from the other side of the bed. She kept saying it, repeating the two syllables over and over until it all bled into one long call for her dad.

Javier pulled her into his arms and squished her to his chest tightly, his eyes on you as his heart fluttered high in his chest. He couldn’t find the words, his voice choked out by his overwhelming love for the little family he had. He watched as you shuffled forward to kneel next to him and kiss the top of Ellie’s head, then his lips, pride shimmering in your eyes.

“Marry me.” Javier said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your jaw dropped. “Javi… you don’t have to do this. I - I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“Are you kidding me? I want to grow old with you, have kids with you, even have a fucking white picket fence.” It was as if the faucet was turned on and there was no stopping the words he so desperately wanted to say. “None of this is out of obligation, hermosa. I want you to be my wife.”

“Yes.” There were tears in your eyes as you listened to the words you had longed to hear for far too long. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Javier surged forward and kissed you again, and in that bed with the precious little girl the two of you created together and the promise of being yours forever, he knew he was right where he belonged.

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The weather of the New World was often unforgiving, unpredictable, and at times, untamable. Sometimes, Mother Nature showed she was capable of crossing the limit of Nami’s extended knowledge regarding climate (and God knows her brain was severely infused with every secrets regarding the different kinds of weather, rendering her as a living, walking encyclopedia.) But alas, sometimes the rage of Mother Nature would be thrown upon any poor ship unready to face her wrath in the forms of undying tornados and waves that could reach the sky.

Hence why, every morning, Nami’s prediction on today’s weather was awaited by all, very much like a prophecy which was often set to come true— and if said prophecy announced any kind of weather gravitating around the lexical field of a natural catastrophe, one wouldn’t be surprised to perceive Usopp down on his knees in a praying position, diverse and unintelligible wishes to survive Mother Nature’s anger.

Much to the crew’s collective joy, the navigator had announced the most ideal weather— sunshine, a slight breeze and no cloud in sight, what appeared to be a regular weather in heaven. And, why of course, such a hot weather meant that both Nami and the local archeologist, Nico Robin, would bathe under the sun and relieve any kind of tension which had settled in after several fights (or just the exhaustion of having to deal with Luffy on a daily basis.)

And there you were, standing like a mannequin in the girls’ room in company of Nami and Robin, the latter throwing you an amused look at the way Nami was comparing which bikini would look better on you— the red one, an appeal for passion, or the black one, a statement of boldness? Her brows furrowed in unison at her poor attempt to make a decision, comparing how the colors married the shade of your skin.

« Robin, how are we feeling about the red bikini? It’s so cute, but I have a feeling something is missing… » The navigator wondered, her gaze falling on the taller woman next to her.

Robin couldn’t refrain from allowing a giggle from leaving her lips, surely it meant that she had her idea, an ill-intentioned one, that is. And, oh well, to say she had just a mere idea was an understatement : as she remained still, Robin summoned a couple of limbs to look for a green-colored bikini hidden in the drawers only to bring it to Nami’s attention. The two women shared a teasing glance, as if they communicated intentions filled with mischief through their eyes alone.

« I do believe something was missing, too. » Robin trailed off, bringing an index under her chin. « Something that might appeal to a certain swordsman. »

The evil cackle falling from Nami’s lips announced nothing good, and the sweet tone of her voice only deepened that sentiment. « You know how the saying goes : great minds think alike. »

« Hold on, what are you—… » You began, only to be cut off by the navigator, « Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to say, Y/N. We’re not fools, you know? You’re going to look like a real stunner with this bikini on, and I know that a certain someone won’t be able to resist. » She concluded her sentence with a wink sent your way, boy, sometimes you did understand why Zoro called her a witch at times.

« Join us when you’re ready, Y/N. I’m intrigued to see how this will go. » Concluded Robin, accompanying Nami towards the door to let you some privacy so you could change into the bikini, not that you have never changed in front of them and vice versa, but oh well.

You were now all alone, still haven’t moved an inch. Your thumb was brushing against the green fabric of the bikini over and over again until it had become some kind of obsession. But the more the motions continued, the more you realized that perhaps there was no other way to get out of this trap glamorously set by Robin and Nami. A sigh of despair left your lips, swearing to yourself that you’d have your payback sooner than later.

The door of the girls’ bedrooms slammed open, allowing your figure sculpted by the finest hands of the muses of beauty to be exposed to the kisses of the sun. The first sound to rip apart your thoughts was a squeal which left Nami’s mouth, the latter shaking Robin’s forearm with urgency to bring her attention onto you. « Robin, Robin! Look at her, isn’t she to die for? I’d bet all my money that Zoro is going to throw himself on her. I mean, just look at her! »

The same amused smile graced Robin’s facial traits, lowering her shades just a bit to have a good glance at how the oh so awaited green bikini embraced your body. « I must confess that it’s impossible to resist her. »

The words leaving her lips became clearer and clearer the more you approached them, a palette of rosy tones sitting proudly on top of your cheekbones at their compliments. « We saved you a seat, Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good. Come with us! » Nami said, patting the empty spot next to her to which you wordlessly replied with a nod, sitting between her and Robin.

« You’re so evil, I kinda hate you for it. » A smile plastered upon your lips as the words died on your tongue.

« You love us and you know it. » Nami replied, letting her hand lingering on your forearm. « Ooh, would you look at that, Robin? The show is about to begin. » She concluded, taking a sip out of her cocktail with a gleam of mischief shining in her eyes.

And by show, the navigator undoubtedly meant the sudden appearance of the Sunny’s resident lover who had stormed out of the kitchen with a plate of different kinds of treats and cocktails for his ladies, spoiling them rotten on sunny days if it meant he could allow his eyes to linger a bit on your bodies in bikinis.

The first act of the show had begun in a flashy manner, as soon as Sanji closed the door leading to the kitchen behind him, the plate he was holding had fell onto the floor, a loud echo reasoning into the swordsman’s ears who was stuck in a deep state of slumber… Until now.

« I must have saved a country in my previous life to be worthy of such a privilege. » Sanji sobbed, falling onto his knees, « Y/N, you’re a goddess amongst us, we’re not worthy, I’m not worthy of your beauty. I will worship you everyday, I will cover you in love until my very last breath! » The cook continued, more and more praises falling from his lips in a continuous cascade as your cheeks were getting more and more red by the second. Alas, the more the blonde sang your praises, the more the swordsman was stirring awake— and if there was one thing Zoro hated with passion besides Sanji, it was waking up to loud noises.

Sanji had approached you, on one knee, the back of your hand pressed against his lips as the tears falling from his lips mixed with the blood leaking from his nose. « Thank you, my goddess, thank you for blessing my sore eyes. Words can’t describe how—… » And he went on and on again, his lips still traveling from the back of your hand to your forearm under Nami’s disgusted stare who yanked you away from him.

« My goddess—… »

« Oi! Do you ever shut up, stupid cook? » And despite the numerous occasions on which Zoro and Sanji have fought, Zoro’s words seemed intensely more acerbic, as sharp as the swords laying to his side, which even surprised Sanji.

« Were you talking to me, mosshead? » Sanji taunted.

« I don’t see anyone else here acting like a damn fool. » Zoro began, his sole eye conveying so much anger you could feel it. « Know your place. »

Nami elbowed Robin once more, the latter having long forgotten about the book sitting on her lap at this point. Sanji stepped towards the swordsman, dangerously reducing the space between the both of them until their foreheads were touching. There was no frown noticeable on Zoro’s face, but a blank expression which let through a pure anger. « She belongs to me, hands off what’s mine. » The swordsman spat, his shoulder hitting Sanji’s as he walked past him, leaving the cook in a stupor.

« Oi! You. » He said, pointing at your frame with his index. « Follow me. You and I are gonna’ have a word. »

He cursed himself for allowing his gaze to fall on your form, knowing damn well that with each second he spent looking at you in this green bikini (this damn color, he thought), the more he was falling under the spells casted by the muses of lust.

« Go get some! » Nami whispered, her tongue gracing her bottom lip.

« We expect all the details afterwards, my dear Y/N. » Robin giggled.

You had barely enough time to form any kind of response that you felt the foreign presence of Zoro’s digits snaking around your wrists and yanking you towards him. « Hey, I’m sure we can talk about this calmly, right? We can chat about it over a drink, I’ll ask Sanji to—… » Alas, your sentence never found its end, your mind going numb at the death glare Zoro sent your way as you mentioned Sanji’s name. But, paradoxically enough, it only fueled your arousal even more.

Zoro led you to the crow’s nest, trapping you and him both inside the same room. And as the silence grew heavier and heavier, until becoming asphyxiating, Zoro’s snicker broke the silence in the most mischievous way. A look of confusion was painted on your face, and you were quick to point at it. « W-What are you laughing at? »

« Do you think I’m fucking stupid? » Zoro half-asked.

You tilted your head to the side, slowly backing away until your back met the unforgiving surface of the wooden wall. « Answer me. » He demanded, one of his hand grabbing both of your wrists in one hold pinned above your head whilst his other hand cradled your jaw so you had no choice but devote your attention onto him.

« I don’t know what you’re talking about. » You pleaded, cheeks burning under the rosy tone as you felt his uneven breaths crashing against the column of your neck.

Wrong answer, Zoro shoved his knee between your already trembling legs. « You like the attention, hah? You love it when that pervert of a cook was throwing himself on you, is that it? Tch. » He was feeding his lust off of the scared expression on your face, blood rushing in the tightest space possible by the second.

« No answer, huh? ‘Guess I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, because it looks like you forgot who you belong to. » And with that, he dug his teeth into the skin of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking motions to form the most ravishing love bite— a symbol of belonging if you will. You squealed at the sudden sensation of his pearly whites inking his name into your skin, giving him exactly the reaction he was anticipating.

You rocked your hips against the thigh settled between your legs, a desperate attempt at getting some friction for your poor and aching core in need for attention. Zoro clicked his tongue once more at your antics, choosing to hush you by continuing the trail of hickeys adorning your martyr of a neck. « Care to explain what you’re doing? Throwing yourself on my thigh because you couldn’t get the shit cook, hah? You’re so fucking desperate, it makes me want to leave you there all alone. »

« Zoro! Please don’t, don’t leave me! I just need you, I don’t need anyone else but you! I promise I’ll be good but please, please, don’t leave me. » You pleaded, a clear veil of despair covering your eyes under his impassible expression.

The façade worn off soon, letting a smirk throne amongst his facial features instead. « Who do you belong to? » Zoro demanded, gliding the hand that was under your chin to your throat and applied just enough pressure to make sure to earn absolute submissiveness out of you.

« Y-You… » You choked out, the lack of oxygen marrying so well with your growing arousal.

His smirk only grew wider, a real testimony of the sick thoughts implanted in his brain that would make a demon blush. Both of his hand retreated to his side, gaze falling on the unmissable erection showing through his dark pants. His eyes alternated between you and the bulge in his pants, your mouth going dry at the wordless order. « If you want to be a whore, then be a good whore and suck me off, yeah? Don’t give me those eyes, you want it. »

You sunk to your knees, tongue wetting your lips in anticipation for what was bound to come. And whilst your eyes were stuck on his form, your fingers were busy tugging down at his pants to reveal his grey underwear stained with pre-cum. The sight of this alone was enough to send yet another wave of arousal down to your core. And as his cock sprung free from the constriction of his boxers, his girth slapping against his exposed abdomen and the tip rouge from anticipation, you were convinced you could’ve come undone from the sight of this alone.

« Suck. » He ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force your towards his aching cock and the veil of pre-cum coating the tip.

And thus it began. You flattened your tongue, drawing a large lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip where you finished with a few kitten licks, knowing damn well the head was where all the nerves devoted to pleasure were hidden. « Don’t tease and put your mouth to good use, whore. » Zoro said, almost betrayed by the groan threatening to be released.

Following the rules of performative language, you began to rock your head back and forth around his cock, making sure that your tongue was coating in a lustful love each inch of his girth whilst hums of pleasure were leaving your lips as you went. The hold of your hair in Zoro’s fist grew tighter and so did the metaphorical knots in his stomach as you went along, until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat— such enticing sensation earned a growl out of him. Fuck.

« F-Fuck. Look at what you’re doing to me… Ah! Shit. Enough! » He ordered, yanking your head away from his cock, and the sight of the corners of your mouth dripping with the sweet marriage of his pre-cum and your drool could have provoked an orgasm out of him at this very moment.

« It’s too soon, and it’d be giving you what you want, huh? Too fucking bad, I’m going to cum in that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna love it. Ya’ hear me? » He asked without really asking, and taken by a rush of lust, you could only nod in return. « Y-Yes. » You stuttered. « You’re missing something. » Zoro added. You swallowed thickly before adding « Yes, yes, sir. » Your response caused an ill-intentioned snicker to fall from his lips. « That’s right. Now get on your back, and make sure to be as loud as you can, I want everyone on this damn ship to hear how I can make you scream. »

Zoro’s glorious height forced you to lay back until your spine touched the mattress where all the sins would soon break free. The smirk on his face never left, a pure testimony of what all the sinful deeds he was bound to accomplish. You were now trapped between his forearms, hips circled by his knees— bending under his dominance. « Did you wear that for me? » Zoro asked, slapping the string of the bikini top against your skin.

« I d-did, it’s all for you because I’m all yours. » Your response caused a chuckle to break from his lips, sweet words feeding his ego some more. And in a flash, his fingers had ripped said bikini top in half (you made a mental note that you now owed a serious debt to Nami), and there you were, (almost) in all you bare glory. « Fuck, if only you knew the things you do to me. »

Zoro wasted no time and threw all caution out of the window as his mouth latched onto your breasts, the motions of his tongue around your bud causing your spine to pay homage to the moon from how arched it was. His pink muscle flickered around your nipple before he swallowed your breast whole, his drool covering your flesh in a sinful veil. And because he was such a giver for his pretty girl, he gave the same treatment to the other breast whilst gasps left your lips over and over again at the methodical motions of his tongue, your anatomy held no secret for him.

« Are you going shy on me now? Did you forget what I said? » He trailed off, reducing the space between his lips and your ear, « I said I want you to be fucking loud. »

And with that, he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach before tearing apart (once more) your poor martyr of a bikini bottom under your desperate attempts to keep it intact. Were you challenging him? Oh well… Zoro has always been the type to face any challenge thrown his way. « Zoro—… Sir, please! » You pleaded, not knowing really why.

« You’re such a desperate little thing, huh? » He leaned down to face your core, glistening in its lustful glory for him and him only. Zoro pressed a finger against your folds, dragging it vertically to obtain a finger pad covered in your slicks. « So fucking wet for me already? ‘Bet that shit cook can’t make you as wet as me. » He stated, confidence embedded in his every word. « Only you can make me feel this way, sir. » You replied before he crashed his lips onto yours in an uncharacteristically sweet manner to cut you off. « And why’s that? » The swordsman asked, already knowing the answer. « Because… Because I belong to you. » He pressed yet another kiss against your lips for having given the answer that had been lingering on his mind. « Good girl. »

Your reward came in the form of his tongue brushing your folds, flickering motions against your sensitive bud sending you in overdrive as continuous waves of pleasure washed over you ceaselessly, the knots in your stomach tightening each time his tongue touched you. Two of his digits poked your entrance, teasing you to let your torture last before they penetrated you. The sudden sensation caused you to let out a dragged whimper accompanied by his name coated in a sinful tone. « S-Sir please, please just fuck me— I can’t take the teasing, ahh, fuck, fuck! Please, please! » You begged, eyelids shutting close under the pleasure.

But your pleas fell in deaf ears as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, sucking onto your sensitive bud to build an orgasm within you that he was bound to deny. He knew you were close by the way you were holding his green hair, tugging him ever closer to your core to amplify the inferno burning within you. But alas, to your greatest displeasure, all the motions ceased in one go under the hint of mischief glowing in his eye.

« You’re gonna cum on my terms, and when I say so. Got it? » He seethed, knowing damn well that his own end was going to arrive soon. He gave his girth a few experimental pumps, allowing the pre-cum to cover his length before shoving the entirety of his cock in one go inside you, barely leaving enough time for your cunt to stretch correctly— and saying that a elongated moan left your lips was an euphemism, the sick grin plastered upon his face grew more and more as the sounds of pleasure drowned in his eardrums. « You’re so fucking tight, shit! » He breathed out, « Look at your pretty cunt swallowing me whole. »

The rhythm of his hips followed the scheme of a crescendo, each slam of his hips against your derrière drew a clearer portrait of both Zoro’s end and your own climax. The nature of the rhythm itself indicated that he was chasing after his own end, and with his head thrown back and his irises dilated under the hunger to satiate the raging fires breaking loose in his abdomen by the second. « S-Sir, it feels— Ah! It feels so good! »

The tip of his cock kissed ever so precisely the roof of your cervix where a panel of nerves designed to draw a lustful reaction out of you every time he thrusted into you. Your vision became more and more blurry until a liquid veil covered your eyes as pearls of tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. Under the pressure of each of Zoro’s thrusts, your body bent to his will and soon you had no longer control over your legs that used to be around his waist, only to be picked up by the swordsman who threw your legs over his shoulder, thus allowing him to reach a deeper part in you and the cries leaving your lips were just the proof of how good he made you feel.

More and more cries echoed against the wooden walls of the room, your sounds of pleasure marrying the groans falling from his lips in a cascade. « Ah, fuck, fuck! R-Right there, please! Shit…! » You pleaded to fuel him some more. His nails were digging into the luscious flesh of your thighs, drawing rouge crescents in his wake.

« Who do you belong to? » He groaned out, his eye admiring the lustful look on your face.

« Y-You! I belong to you, fuck, you a-and no one else! » You attempted to reply mid-moan.

But as much as Zoro knew your anatomy, you also happened to be an expert of his— and the way he planted his nails into your skin, the raw groans loosing their chains to be set free and the way his thighs were shaking… Everything announced the beginning of his own end.

« Cum with me… Now! » He ordered, letting his hand crash against your buttcheek in the process. And there it was, the marriage of two lovers under the spell of lust. The rhythm of his thrusts reached their apex, all whilst he painted your walls with the white color of passion. His own cum was mixing with your own elixir of pleasure leaking from your throbbing core as your cunt was clenching around his cock in despair. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours were long gone now, the room was solely filled with heavy breaths and his name falling from your lips over and over again like a forbidden prayer.

Although Zoro’s stamina knew no bounds, he felt like the oxygen had been knocked off of his lungs. But perhaps it was the price to pay if it meant he could observe you in all your post-orgasm glory after holding it inside you for so long. God, he was so proud of you, proud of every mark he had left onto your skin, proud of the way your skin gleamed under the sweat, proud of being your lover.

« ’S alright, ’s alright. I’m going to pull out, breathe. » Zoro demanded, the sweet tone reserved for you only finding its way back around his words. His digits snaked around his girth to pull out of you, only to witness the satisfying marriage of your cum and his own. You were so good to him.

And whilst you remained unable to move, Zoro fell to your side, his arms quick to lock you into an embrace as your head rested on his chest, his frenetics heartbeats echoing in your eardrums. You loved the peace of the aftermath of any sexual activity involving Zoro, you loved how peace seemed to bend his facial features in the most enticing way.

He was the first one to break the silence, pressing his lips against your forehead whilst he tugged you impossibly closer to him like a reminder that you were indeed here, and would always be. « So whose plan was this, hah? » He asked, earning a giggle out of you in response. « It was Nami’s, although Robin helped too. She said I would one hundred percent ‘get laid’ if I wore this. » You answered, head tilting towards the poor green bikini torn in pieces.

« That witch can go to hell. » Zoro groaned, but the raw tone of his voice was betrayed by the sweet caresses of his digits down your forearm.

« I mean, her plan did happen so I think it’s a win for her. It’s not like you regret what happened, mhm? » Alas, nothing but silence in return. « Zoro? » You called him, but an angel passed. « Zoro! » You repeated more sternly, and this time you were met with the sound of his snores— of course, typical Zoro fashion.

Well, you knew who you were going to thank now.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa #one piece x reader #one piece smut #zoro one piece #zoro smut #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #Pirate Hunter Zoro #one piece zoro #zoro imagine #zoro one shot

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dodo-begone · 3 years

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Since you liked the last part here's another and to pardon my French shit is about to hit the fan.

Philza could hardly wait to tell his older sons, he was a bit disappointed in Tommy for hiding your hybrid nature from him he had so much lost time to make up for all this time he could have been teaching you how to make a proper nest, how to fly once your wings were big enough or how to communicate with chirps and peeps, he calmed himself he knew now and once they arrived Wilbur and Technoblade would know as well. Just the thought of the little fledgling clothed in his flocks,colors joyfully chirping at him,wings no longer hidden was just making his chat go wild (fledgling, baby bird, protect, bring them here, why do we have to wait get baby bird now) while he did agree with chats caws they needed to get everything set up adopting them into the family would be a breeze all of his sons adored his fledgling, Tommy obviously as he was glued to your side whenever he could, Wilbur did as well spending hours in the library hidden away with his fledgling in a dusty corner, Techno as always showed his affection in spars and gifts of war even his sons chat loved them to the point where they were reluctant to spar. No there would be no resistance to you joining his flock from anyone (not even you). He was interupted when his elder sons entered time to share the good news.

Techno wouldn't admit it but he was nervous when he and Wilbur were called to their fathers chambers, was he right and you were sick with some incurable illness like the one that took their mother not long after Theseus came into the world. He didn't know if he would remain sain if that were the case driven mad by either his own or chats grief. The news that you were soon to be officially adopted into their family filled him with glee (new sibling,big bro techno arc E, E, cuddles for the cuddle god) oh he had to go to his workshop after he wouldn't allow another to forge your crown, he already had a design in mind along with half a dozen other gold based gifts in mind. But then his father grew silent here it comes he thought the fact that you were ill or had a debilitating sickness, when his fathers smile grew as static filled his ears as the fact you were a hybrid was shared with them, no, not just the fact that you were a hybrid, you were a winged hybrid like his father. A pained hiss escaped his lips(little bird, E, poggers, Icarus, Icarus, little birdie, build a nest for little bird, Gold armor) chat screaming in joy at the knowledge of your heritage. At least now he could gift you armor, though he didn't even know of he would be able to let you out of sight if you wore gold armor( not that he would without the armor either).

Wilbur was so exstatic at the news that you were joining the family he could already picture your future room covered in their families crest and colours, oh you would need your clothes embroidered with the royal crest, he would finally be able to call you his sibling out loud and that made the piglin part of his brain rumble in possessive delight. He may have not had the more outward hybrid traits that his twin had but he still had the love of gold and possessiveness over those he saw as his family and now you officially were going to be apart of it. Its only when his father told them about your winged hybrid nature that he snapped out of his daydream, this day kept getting better and better he would have wing slits added to your clothes alongside the family crest, ahhhh just the thought of all the feathery hugs he's would get in the near future from his new little sibling ( never letting go no matter how much you struggled) in their jubilation they never noticed the gold haired eavesdroper.

Tommy ran to your room as fast as possible only stopping in his room to gather the necessary supplies, you needed to leave now or you would never be able to run if you were officially a member of the Royal family you would never have the chance to escape their talons, their suffocating "love" no matter how far you ran. Waking you he watched as your face paled as he told you about what he heard, handing you a set of commoners clothes (coat big enough to hide your wings under) to change into he relayed his plan as he rubbed dye into your hair, run for the border to the nation of L'manberg it was the closest nation without an extradition treaty with the empire and it had a good enough army that they could go toe to toe with the empire as it currently was. He would burn anything of yours that you couldn't take so Technos hunting hounds would have no scent to follow and he would cover for you as long as he could giving you the precious time you needed to run after all a single minute could be the difference between the borders being open or closed. He shut out the selfish part of him that whispered that you should stay after all aren't you family to him, doesn't he want you to never need to feel hunger again, to have the unconditional love of a family, as he handed you all the money you would need to set up a new life. He watched as you slowly glided down to the forested floor below your guest room and as you vanished into the woods heading straight for the border between the empire and L'manberg, he prayed to any god that would listen that you would escape from this twisted family love they all had for you he forced himself to look away from the window as his gaze fell on the wardrobe he set about his part of the plan burning everything with your scent in the fireplace.

The next day was an ordinary one for the Royal family as far as anyone could tell but for its members it was easy to see that the elder three were excited about something, when you didn't arrive at the breakfast table with the youngest Prince the concerned emperor asked his youngest as to where you were only for the Prince to reply that you had thrown yourself into your studies so hard that you were exhausted and as such he told you to sleep in and recuperate. When you didn't show at lunch the emperor decided against his youngests protests went to his soon to be child's chambers. A few minutes later the whole castle heard the heartbroken wails of the emperor, his oldest two children ran to their fathers aid while the youngest just walked, the oldest and middle prince's just took in the scene that brought the emperor to his knees a room devoid of any sign you had ever been there, no clothes, no toys or nicknacks, the bed didn't even have any sheets the room was truly void of any sign you ever existed just the bitter scent of smoke filled the air and ashes spilled from the fireplace. Helping their father to his feet they ran alongside him to send out the order to lock down the borders, to find their missing family member. The youngest again just watched and hoped he had bought you enough time, he had the order to lock down the borders had come just hours after you had crossed into L'manberg mourning the fact you would never see your dear friend again.However chat wasn't wrong to call you Icarus after all you had flow to close to their sun, you would fall and drown in their love they would ensure it. Good luck out running the rising tide Icarus.

Ender-anon

Tada hope you like it Dodo, how long do you think you can out run the sea?

Ender- i'll say this once and i'll say this a million fucking times: i LOVE EVERYTHING YOU FUCKING MAKE BEACUE ALSKFDJLSADF AAAAAA I JUST LOVE MAN I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!

I can't think of anything to add to this that wouldn't ruin it!

#ask #ender anon #royalty au #tw: yandere #c: phil #c: techno #c: tommy #c: wilbur #rambling with dodo

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b00ket · 3 years

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Just ate some shitty chocolate and mulling over my growing dislike of the arcana

Like the characters in the game, fandom (ie. like 5 people), fanartist are cool and sexy

But I feel like I would’ve enjoyed the game more if Nix Hydra actually wanted to portray POC and weren’t such vague and lazy writers

Disclaimer: I talk about Asra but I haven’t finished their route so take this grain of salt

Taking a step back and looking at this game... i don’t like it. Here’s the main reasons why:

They claim to have a diverse story and world but honestly you could change all the characters to look white and nothing would change.

They are so fucking ambiguous it drives me insane. The world in this game is never built up at ALL and neither is the magic system. They have left hints and details of a bigger complex world but never elaborate on it even when it could be relevant to the story.

Magic

Details from some stories aren’t even in others. When explaining magic to my boyfriend I was making a-lot of assumptions about how magic works because everything is so vague.

For example, magic limits are brought up maybe twice. Herbal magic exists (Mazelinka practices it I believe), runes and charms are a thing, glyphs are a thing. All these things are great details for magic that could have been explored as other forms of magic other characters have. Julian using glyph magic was never explored further, Muriel using charms and herbal magic would have been great.

The fact that these are never revisited or expanded upon digs at me. It feels like lost potential.

The minor arcana is a world detail that is only prevalent in the weekly card reading when the concept of another set of arcana is super fucking cool? Even mentioning any form of the minor arcana in the major arcana realms would be a nice tie in. But no its never even mentioned.

The world

Reading the arcana, Vesuvia feels more like a symbol than a place. It lacks a sense of life ehich is strange considering how much time we spend there. Nadia, Portia, Julian and Asra are all people who have a knowledge and understanding of Vesuvia but exploring with them is so focused on romance they lose the chance of building this world.

The outside world follows suit. Aside from names you can’t really tell me anything from outside kingdoms. Anything said about Prakra and Nevivon is vague and broad, even when Julian and Nadia are speaking about it.

The assumptions I’ve made about this world and how it functions are doing a lot of heavy lifting in giving the world life. I’ll make a post about each place in the arcana world about these assumptions just because of how important they are to my interpretations of the characters race. Ill touch on them here.

Race and Culture

This is my biggest gripe with Nix claiming to be diverse. Sure the characters have different skin tones but you could make them white and it wouldn’t affect the plot.

Everyone in this cast is some form of racially ambiguous or their culture is not in anyway important to the plot if mentioned at all.

I cannot speak on Asra’s portion but they’re not from Vesuvia. Their mom wears a headscarf but its never shown whether this is a fashion piece or religious outfit. (The fact that no other person wears a headscarf and it looks like a hijab implies muslim faith exists but its never explained) Asra themself is a magical person in tune with themself. Having them show us some of their culture would have been nice.

Nadia, despite her arc being that of family, never shows any sign of the cultural aspects of Prakra. A nice character touch would be her growing distant from her culture while with Lucio in the palace (spurred on my Lucio’s lack of care and her apathy) and later in the story doing something significant and unique to her culture. Whether it be dressing in a way that’s distinct from Vesuvian citizens to praying or making a Prakran dish with their family.

Muriel’s cultural exploration is the best out of all of the characters as it’s a main plot point. Unfortunately not enough focus is placed on it. A great touch would have been language differences, perhaps even reclaiming the fading language of his tribe after its destruction.

Both Julian and Portia being from Nevivon and having lived on a pirate ship, I expected a deeper look into pirate culture and the life of Nevivon. None are elaborated on so Julian becoming a pirate in his upright ending feels empty as I’m not invested in pirate life at all.

Not doing the bare minimum to flesh out these characters culture means the world feels flat and the characters don’t feel like true representation. A hollow attempt at giving us diverse characters in what should be a living breathing world.

Race and Design

Again, everything is ambiguous.

The smallest gripe I have is that clearly the artists are not people of color. Granted I did get this impression from the fact that the palms of the hands arent lighter than the skin tone. Its a subtle thing but doing it shows a care for detail and it makes my melanin self very happy when it’s shown.

Another smaller gripe is how ambiguous Muriel and Asra look. I had assumed Muriel was just a white guy until the name of his tribe and seeing cultural wear gave a different impression. But I can’t fault anyone fir thinking he was white. Just like I can’t really fault people for thinking Asra is also white.

Why do the lighter skin characters have natural hair colors but as soon as Nadia and Asra are shown they have fantasy hair. While having colorful hair isn’t a crime, its a tactic often used to separate people of color from truly looking like people of color. It was a wall I had from connecting with these characters.

There’s not a single black person in this game. The more I think on it the more it bugs me. So many side characters and yet none of them are black. If the devs hadn’t said the baker is black you could make a strong argument that black or Afro-centric features don’t exist in this world. There is no kinky or very curly hair. Not a wide nose to be seen. Seeing an Asra design that was inspired by African culture and saw it fit the aesthetic so well made me even more confused why there wasn’t any.

It makes me sad truly. You can’t call your game diverse when it isn’t. The Arcana is not a diverse game. It’s a lazy game with a hollow attempt at representation.

I am open to discussion on this as it’s something I’m passionate about. So if you have any insights or want to voice your own opinion I’d be happy to hear it!

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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WC: 1097

Rated: T

Tags: discussions of hormonal birth control, unplanned pregnancy, anxiety, mild hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic life, German

A/N: Bob Fucking Ross.

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The edge of the bathtub was cold against the back of your thighs. You stared at the little vial of liquid on the countertop in front of you, barely blinking. Glancing at the paper in your hands you read “20 minutes is all it takes!” That’s twenty minutes too long, you huff.

You hadn’t been feeling well the last week or two, but you hadn’t thought anything of it until this morning when you became violently ill. Niki insisted you take the day off from work to rest. “It’s probably just stress. Sara starting kindergarten has been a lot for you,” he told you.

Now, as you sit in your bathroom eyes glued to the at-home pregnancy test you aren’t so sure.

You and Niki had never discussed the potential of having another baby. He had one more season planned in Formula 1 before retirement; you had managed to be the first woman to co-head your department at the museum. Sara was your pride and joy. Despite his denying it, Niki spoiled her to death. You were all so, so happy.

And on top of everything you had never gone off the pill - the pill which isn’t 100% effective in preventing this kind of thing. But you were irritable and hungry and bloated and just felt plain icky. It was like having an itch that you just couldn’t find to scratch. Something wasn’t adding up with you lately, which is why you found yourself in your bathroom chewing your lip off.

Twenty minutes must have passed as you sat unblinking. The little vial of liquid slowly turned a bright blue color.

Pregnant.

You bite the inside of your cheek, unsure if you are happy or absolutely petrified. Well definitely petrified, but in an excited way or like when having to get a tooth pulled? Spreading your legs, you drop your head to hang between them. After a few minutes of deep breathing you feel collected enough to clean up and dispose of the test. As an afterthought you move your birth control prescription from the mirror cabinet away to a drawer.

Niki should be home with Sara within the next hour, so you make yourself comfortable on the couch. Before allowing yourself to fester in your own consciousness you call your doctor to schedule an appointment for the upcoming week. Just to be safe, you tell yourself. Turning the television on you flip to some daytime soap opera. You easily lose yourself in the white noise of the show, although you find yourself not paying any attention to the story.

Pregnant. Carrying Niki’s baby. Maybe with his chocolatey eyes, those soft curls, or even a set of mismatched lips just like their father. The longer you wait and the deeper your thoughts run, the more excited you get at the prospect of having another of his children.

The sound of the doorknob turning breaks you from your mind. Pattering footsteps echo through the foyer; “Mama? Me and Papa are home!”

Sara throws herself into your outstretched arms, “I see that, love.” You kiss the top of her ringlets. “How was school?”

“So good! Me and Tony played race cars - I won the race of course!” Her sass was unmatched, like it was obvious that only she could have possibly won in an imaginary grand prix. Niki has busied himself putting away her school bag and sweater.

“Well of course you did, you’re a Lauda!” you nod enthusiastically. Quiter, you add “why don’t you go play in your room for a bit so I can talk with Papa, yeah?” You give an exaggerated kiss to her nose and she runs off in the direction of her room.

Niki comes to sit next to you. He runs the back of his hand across your forehead as if to check for a fever. “How are you feeling, liebe? Did you rest?”

“A lot better, yeah. I think in the end I’ll be alright.” You play with the lint on the cushion.

“Good, I was getting worried about you, you’ve been acting strange the last week. Hopefully the bug has passed.”

You lick your lips and turn your body to face his. “Actually… about that... There’s something we need to talk about, Niki.” He looks at you expectantly; you aren’t sure how he’s bound to react to such news.

“I’m not sick...” You pause. “I’m pregnant.”

Niki’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I thought we were being safe - that you were taking-?”

You interrupt; “I am taking it, or I was anyway before today. No method is perfect, Niki. I’ve got an appointment scheduled for next week to be safe.” Worry is evident on your face.

Your husband’s eyes search your own. “And you’re sure? Das ist kein witz?” he asks lowly. Niki tended to revert back to German when he was experiencing strong emotions. You only prayed this was a happy one.

Offering a smile you reply in kind; “ja, mein geliebt. I’m sure.”

Niki breaks out in the widest grin, he pulls you off the couch to stand in between his legs so he can press kisses to your still mostly-flat stomach. “Ein anderes Kind! Oh, Catherine.”

A laugh tumbles from you at his reaction. Carding your fingers between his curls you admit “I was so afraid you wouldn’t be happy.” You can feel the tears of relief pool in your eyes.

“Was?! Why would I be upset? You’re carrying my child, liebe!” he laughs, looking at you like you’d grown a second head. He is beyond himself. Another baby! The thought never even crossed his mind if you would want to have another. You were both in your later thirties and more than content with your 5 year old, so he just assumed it wouldn’t happen.

Sara comes running into the room at the commotion. She latches on to your leg, effectively sandwiching you between herself and Niki. “Mama what’s wrong? Why are you sad?”

“Oh my sweet I’m not sad, I’m very happy.” You brush her curls out from her eyes.

Niki abruptly stands, shifting you to sit on the couch once more before snatching up your daughter in his arms. “Kleine biene, come! Let’s go make your mother dinner, she will need lots of rest and good Austrian food from now on!” he commands playfully. Sara squeals in delight as she’s carried off to the kitchen.

“Oy! Don’t burn down my house!” you yell after them. Biting your lip you add “and maybe bring me a snack!”

German: “This is no joke?” “Yes, my beloved.” "little bee"

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