telling ppl what ur into when they ask for Gift Giving Reasons is such a fucking minefield sometimes when ur an opinionated ass bitch. i cant tell ppl "oh alice in wonderland is my favorite book" what if they buy me something with that used car salesman looking fucking disney flesh cat. i would have to pretend to enjoy the flesh cat!!!

Bratty b****

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Dom!Peter, Smut.

The request:

Hi love your writing and have never made a request but here goes. Tony’s daughter is going through a rebellious phase, going out to parties and getting to the Tower at all hours of the night. Punishments don’t seem to be getting through to her at all and everyone’s at their wits end. Insert dom!Peter finding her at a party and bringing her back home to lay down the law if you know what i mean…

Also, for all of you the anons that wanted new Dom!Peter and SSC talks.

MY MASTERLIST

“Are you out of your fucking mind, Parker? Put me the fuck down right NOW!”

Peter complied, letting go of you so suddenly you ended in a heap on the floor. The indignant look you threw his way reminded him of an angry kitten, and he had to suppress a smile. Even drunk and disheveled you were god damn adorable. And that was part of the problem: you had everyone wrapped around your finger, and were perfectly aware of it. 

No wonder you weren’t afraid of any punishment, none of them ever stuck long enough for you to regret your actions, consequences always swept under the rug before they could sully you or your reputation. Even the press, so merciless with lower socialites, was so happy to have the Stark heiress back, that every new misadventure was portrayed in an indulgent light, words like “enfant terrible”, “little hellion” or “New York’s favorite troublemaker” decorating headlines everywhere he turned.

But that ended tonight. 

He watched you stand up, fixing your way-too-short-dress so it would cover the top of your thighs, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. 

“Where are we?”

“My apartment” Peter replied, simply. You knew the penthouse was just on the next floor, but there, in that darkened kitchen alone with him, it seemed incredibly far. You hadn’t been alone with him since Titan, and you didn’t quite know how to deal with this Peter, so different from the awkward, wide eyed boy who used to trail behind you like a puppy. This grown up, confident Peter that was older than you, that had been an Avenger for six years, intimidating enough to clear a party all by himself, without needing his Spider-man persona.

But then again, you didn’t know how to deal with much of anything these days. Going to sleep in 2018 and waking up in 2023 would do that to you. 

“Why did you bring me to your apartment?” Your voice came out a little unsteady, as you tried to get a grip on your heart, beating wildly inside your chest, tried to squash that little sliver of hope down before it managed to cut you and bleed you dry. Because you knew what you wanted from Peter was something you could never have. And it wasn’t just cause of that awesome girlfriend of his. 

He leaned casually on the kitchen island, arms crossed in front of his chest and you couldn’t help but notice how solid and powerful they looked clad in black leather.

“To have a little talk” he met your eyes, concern clear in his, “about your behavior…”

Your stomach drop with the weight of a thousand dead butterflies. Of course. This was an intervention. He was being big brother Peter, that was how he saw you, a little sister, just like Morgan, another Starkling for him to guide, to nurture and protect.

And maybe your own little sister preferred his bedtime stories over yours. Maybe your own father called him son, and your -technically step- mother sent him to chaperone you whenever you went out to party, but he was never ever going to be your brother. 

“And exactly who do you think you are to have a talk with me?” You sneered, voice like sugar venom, sweet and cruel. Lethal. “You are no one, you’re not my boyfriend, you’re not my friend, and I know you like to pretend you’re a Stark, but you are not my brother. You are nothing.”

You watched the air get knocked out of his lungs, as if your words had physically hit him as they hit their mark. Satisfied with the stunned, devastated look on his face, you turned to leave. But only made it a couple of steps before feeling his fingers wrap around your wrist in a vice like grip, spinning you around and pulling you to him.

You stumbled, falling against his chest, and he kept you there, arm snaking around your back, pressing you close. Dangerously close. 

“And you” he whispered, nose pressed against your cheek, breath hot against your face. You realized you weren’t the only one that had been drinking. “are a bratty little bitch. You think I wanna be any of those things? That I’d be satisfied with any of those things?“ 

His fingers dug deeper into your skin, and you cried out, finally reacting.

"Parker, let me go, your hurting me!” You struggled in his grasp, but he was way too strong. 

“You mean more than you’ve been hurting yourself? Hanging out with those losers” He spat, shaking you a little, “Day drinking? Sneaking out every night? Have you any idea how worried Pepper was when she called?" 

"Peter, you’re scaring me!”

“Good!” He replied, shaking you harder, “It’s about fucking time you learn that your actions have consequences" 

He manhandled you until you were trapped between him and the kitchen island. A firm push against the square of your shoulders had you bent over it, face against the cold marble, as he took both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them against your back, his other hand traveling under your dress. He kicked your legs open, placing a knee between yours so you couldn’t close them back up.

"What the fuck are you doing you sick fuck?!”

“I’m thinking eighteen slaps” He commented casually, ignoring your insult, “one for every night you sneaked out this month, and you are going to count them”

You renovated your struggle as he pushed your dress up, exposing your ass, but he leaned over your back, trapping you under his weight. 

“Wanna know who I am, little girl?” He breathed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine “I’m your master.”

SLAP.

You cried out. There was strength behind the hit, the sting lasting long after his hand was gone.

“One” he said and you remembered his words, he wanted you to count the slaps, but your brain was in shambles 

SLAP.

“One” He repeated, “You better start counting or they’ll be a lot more than eighteen…”

SMACK.

“One…”

“FINE!” You yelled, finally finding your voice, “Fine, I’ll count them you sick bastard! That’s three!”

“I should make them twenty just for that" 

"Fuck you!”

SLAP.

The sound that left your throat when his open palm struck just between your legs was not one of pain. You cursed under your breath, there was no way he could have missed that moan.

“What was that, princess?”

“F-four”

He chuckled, and you felt him get off of you. But with your wrists still in his grasp, there wasn’t much you could do, he had super strength after all. You were quite literally at his mercy. 

The thought should not have been so hot.

“I was actually talking about this” He traced his fingertips over your lace covered slit, tearing another moan from your lips. “Such a pretty sound” He hummed, approvingly, “I want more…”

He used his thumb to tug your underwear to the side, dipping one long, talented finger into you. It slid inside easily, so easily… it was embarrassing how wet, how ready for it you were. Peter wanted nothing more than to sink himself in your cunt, to get lost into your tight, pink, velvety soft insides. But where was the lesson in that? What kind of message would he be sending you if he too failed to deliver the promised punishment? Fourteen slaps, that was all. Fourteen more hits and then he could have you. This was for your own good.

He took his finger out. 

SMACK.

“Fi-ve” You whimpered. That one had really hurt. His hand came down against your other cheek just as hard. 

“Six”

Another one, and his finger was back inside your pussy, this time with a companion, pumping in and out, making it difficult to speak, but you managed to stutter a breathy “Seven”

It wasn’t until the next slap hit the soft flesh where your your thigh met the curve of your ass with his fingers still thrusting into you that you realized he had released your hands. But by then you were a moaning, wanting mess on the counter, a willing accomplice more than a prisoner, dutifully keeping count,

“Eight”

Slaps nine and ten came with him three fingers deep in your heat, pinky sloppily rubbing circles on your clit. You were close, just one more thrust, one more slap, one more dirty word in your ear and you would be coming. How stupid of you to believe he was actually going to let you.

“Noooo” You couldn’t help the pathetic whine that left your mouth when his fingers left you, your walls clenching pitifully around nothing. Your own hand went for your mound, desperate for release, but he caught it, pinning it to your back again. 

“I don’t think so, little girl,” He chastised you, “your punishment isn’t over yet…”

You had eight more slaps left. You could do it, you could take it.

…Couldn’t you?

He let go of your wrist and you felt him shift behind you. A moment passed, then another one. You had started to turn to see where he had gone when you felt it: the soft caress of cold lips against your burning backside. 

“Is this better, baby girl?” He inquired, placing glacial kisses and licks on the reddened, sore skin. “You like this?”

“Yes…" 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes… sir?”

SLAP.

“Eleven. Yes, dom?”

SLAP.

“YES, DADDY!”

Peter froze. He was actually going for ‘master’. Mister Stark, Tony, he was your father. But more than that, you were his daughter, his precious baby. Asking to be called that while he fucked you would the lowest betrayal, Peter knew that. It would be defiling that title forever, making you think of Peter and the filthy things he did to you whenever you called your dad by it. It was wrong. It was perverted. 

And Peter wanted it. 

More than food, more than water, more than oxygen, he wanted it, he wanted you for himself, with a hunger, with a greed that scared even him. He. Wanted. You.

And he was going to have you. He licked a long stripe up your pussy. Cold, so cold it made you shiver. 

“Say it again, baby girl" 

"Daddy”

“Again” his order was muffled, face buried against your cunt, devouring you. 

“Daddy!" 

SLAP.

He placed another ice cube on his mouth, only to push it into your cunt making you scream, tongue fucking you with superhuman skill. The contrasting temperatures of the ice and his mouth against your molten insides were too much. You were sobbing, shameless and desperate, bucking your hips back against his face, the familiar tension building up, and up. Your toes already starting to curl… and then he was gone. 

"Yellow!” You cried. Peter was on you in an instant, turning you around and helping you stand, pushing your hair away from your face.

“Baby, are you ok? What is it?” His voice was worried, breaking character. 

“O-orgasm denial” You gasped, “wasn’t part of the deal…" 

"Shit! You’re right, I’m sorry baby, I’m so so sorry!”

Peter looked about ready to cry, so you hurried to reassure him,

“Pete, it’s ok, I’m not safewording…yet" 

He nodded his understanding, but still looked uncertain. You kissed him, sweet and soothing, but soon that absurdly talented tongue of his slipped inside your mouth, deepening the kiss, turning it into something heady, slow and dirty. You melted into it. 

A ripping sound resonated in the quiet kitchen, and you felt your dress fell off your body. Stunned, you broke the kiss, to look at the remains of your favorite garment now lying lifeless on the dark mahogany floor, and then at the smug, smirking face of your boyfriend. 

"It was in my way”

And just like that, he was all dom again, towering over you, still fully dressed while you stood, vulnerable, in just your hills and a, ruined, lacy tong, made almost completely sheer by your juices, glistening between your legs. 

He let one of his fingers dip under the lace.

“Wanna come, little girl?”

“Yes” You breathed out.

He hummed, fingertip finding your clit,

“And if I let you come,” He started the delicious, quick circular motions that he knew drove you insane, “will you be a good girl? Do as you’re told?”

You considered lying to please him, pretending to be the perfect little sub for him, but that wasn’t really you, was it? You looked him dead in the eyes, and opened your mouth.

“No”

Something snapped behind his eyes, and he growled, deep in his chest, fisting your hair, forcing your head back, bending you over backwards on the kitchen island, as his other hand made quick work of his zipper and belt.

“This what you wanted, little girl?” He entered you, hard and fast and deep, tearing a scream out of your throat, railing you into the marble, “Daddy fucking your pussy like this?”

“Yes!”

“You like taking it like this? Pretty little pussy stretched around daddy’s cock?”

“Yes!! Yes daddy, just like this!" 

He was fucking into you with such force that you slid over the cold marble with each thrust of his hips, but there was nothing for you to brace yourself on. He grabbed your thighs, hooking your knees over his elbows to keep you in place and open you wider for him, going deeper, owning places inside your pussy you didn’t know existed. The edge of the counter was biting into his thighs but he couldn’t care, not with your walls spasming around his cock, squeezing him so good that his eyes rolled back inside his skull. You were crying, little whimpers of ‘Daddy, daddy!’ and it was so blasphemous, so unholy, it made Peter’s blood boil with it, lighting running through his veins, pleasure exploding in every single nerve ending of his body, cause you were his, his and no one else’s, his claim overriding every previous one made on you. It was too much, he exploded inside you, filling you up until you were overflowing with it, the pearlescent liquid dripping down his thigh. 

And he still couldn’t stop. Like a man possessed, he kept going. And you kept on taking it. 

…

"Are you ok?”

“I should be the one asking that…”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes, staring back at you with genuine concern. Sometime during your fucking, you had managed to disvest him of his clothes and now he was as naked as you, lying on the massive couch, sated and spent, with you tucked on his chest.

“Pete, this whole thing was my idea” You reminded him, gesturing vaguely around you. The whole apartment was a mess: paintings fallen from the walls, torn clothes littering the hardwood floor, a broken coffee table… but the kitchen had taken the most damage, where Peter had managed to crack the marble on the kitchen island, and thrown away glasses and even a couple appliances in his haste for getting you on it. There even was a puddle of cold water, from where he had knocked over the glass of ice cubes he had used to tease you.

He frowned, 

“I seem to recall it was mine…”

“You said you wanted to take control” You placed a soothing kiss right above his heart, to let him know everything was alright, “I was the one who wanted the spanking. And the roleplaying. And the hair pulling…”

Peter’s smile grew bigger and bigger with every item you named. He loved it, loved that you trusted him enough to ask exactly what you wanted, loved feeling so comfortable with you as to explore everything he had been too scared to do before. He loved that with you, he was free, there was no fear of judgment, he could let go, cause he knew you wouldn’t let him fall. He loved you. 

And it was so natural, so easy as your conversations were, even before the blip, when you were four years older than him, so beautiful and unreacheable. As stealing a kiss that first night had been. He would have never thought something good could come out of Thanos, of the blip, of losing his arm and almost losing his life. But you had come visit him on his hospital bed right after the surgery, eyes full of tears and he had made a joke about every great Jedi losing his arm, and you had laughed. 

And then you had sobered up, an impossible emotion behind your eyes. Impossible, because he had only ever seen it directed at him in his wildest dreams.

“Ani, you’ve changed so much!” You had quoted.

“You haven’t changed a bit” he had replied without skipping a beat, “You’re exactly the way I remember you in my dreams”

And then he was kissing you, just like he was kissing you now, good hand on your cheek, biorobotic one slowly raising to tangle in your hair. 

“The ice play was my idea” He commented, breaking the kiss. You threw your head back, laughing.

“And a very good one at that” You approved.

“The daddy kink was a surprise…”

Your laugh died. Suddenly embarrassed, you hid your face on his chest.

“You know I’m not-… that I don’t really want to… sleep with my dad, right?”

Even with his super hearing, it was difficult to decipher your mumbling.

“What? No- I mean yes!” He stammered, “Of course I know that, babe! And you know I don’t want to… like… be him or anything…" 

You nodded, finally meeting his eyes.

"But it was kinda hot”

“Babe, it was all manners of hot” Peter confirmed, making you smile. 

“You still owe me five slaps, tho”

He groaned,

“I do, I totally forgot! God, I’m such a bad dom!”

“Of course not! You’re the hottest dom I’ve ever seen!" 

Peter snorted,

"I’m the only dom you’ve ever seen…”

“I saw Fifty Shades of Grey once…” You argued, making him laugh harder.

“Ok, ok, you win, even I am a better dom than that" 

"The edging…”

“Yeah, sorry 'bout that…”

“No no, I was actually thinking…” You felt your cheeks grow hot under his gaze. Peter was trying to appear nonchalant, but you could see the glimmer of lust in his eyes, evidently it was a serious turn on for him. “We could explore it more next time…”

His face lit up,

“Really? Thank you babe!” He caught your mouth in a heated, earnest kiss, “You won’t regret it, I’ll make so good for you…” he promised against your lips, making you moan in anticipation.

“Maybe I’ll even spare you those slaps I owe you…”

Peter didn’t miss the way your kiss falter at that, or the spark of defiance in your mischievous eyes.

“Maybe” You replied, noncommittal, releasing his lips to nibble at his jaw. He could practically see the wheels already turning in your head, planning ways to test his patience, pushing the limits just enough to guarantee a reaction, to earn yourself a new punishment. You were such a brat. 

His spoiled, gorgeous brat. 

Voice

One-Shot

Description: When Mr Freezy enters your life, your peaceful world is destroyed.

Warnings: Non-consensual, voyeurism, masturbation, verbal abuses, harsh language and hints of necrophilia

DO NOT PROCEED IF THESE THINGS UPSET YOU. THIS IS A VERY DARK STORY. ONLY PROCEED IF YOU ARE 18+

This one-shot is my entry for Week 5 of @donutloverxo 's superfun writing challenge. This time, the challenge was based on GIFs. The one I selected will appear in the story below. Click here to participate in their weekly challenges

A/N- I blame @jtargaryen18 for making me an unholy hoe for Mr Freezy! 

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You were living the best life in 1969. Working part-time at the ice-cream parlor in the mornings, hanging out with your friends in the evening and sneaking out for parties at night, you loved your routine, carefree life in New Jersey.

Your foot bobbed along the tunes of Honky Tonk Woman by The Rolling Stones as you read that month's fashion magazine, sitting by the new, shiny cassette player. Taking pride in the fact that your family was the first in the neighborhood to buy the expensive cassette player, latest in the technology of playing music, you smirked as you delicately, almost teasingly fondled the device. 

*beep beep*

The annoying horn of the filthy ice-cream truck broke you out of your reverie. Scowling, you turned to look at the abomination on 4 wheels parked right in front of your house. The long-haired driver, who called himself Mr Freezy, always gave you creepy vibes. Maybe he thought his wide smile would lure in more children, but it never failed to make your skin crawl with disgust. 

You tried your best to ignore him and his irritating horn, hoping that he would drive away soon enough. Unfortunately, it was a hot summer's day and there was a long, winding line of customers.

After yet another *beep beep* you slammed down the magazine on the table. Walking out in your pinkish-red knee-length skirt and long-sleeved top, you had a good mind to tell Mr Freezy off.

Standing in front of his ice-cream truck window, you stomped your foot and placed your hands on your hips. "How can I help you Ms Jello Mould?" his disgusting attempt at comparing you to a dessert sent a chill down your spine. 

"You have a long line of customers! Stop pressing your horn every 5 seconds!" you exclaimed, gesturing your hands towards the waiting people.

Mr Freezy chuckled, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes behind the glasses, "Now now. That is no way to talk to someone who is older than you Raspberry Ripple," he said in a friendly tone, "Not everybody can afford to buy a cassette player." 

"Maybe you can if you cleaned your ice-cream truck once in a while," you spat, purposefully covering your nose, "I work in an ice-cream parlor, and no establishment dealing with ice-creams should stink like this!" 

"My customers don't seem to mind it Sugar," his sweet tongue rolling the last word as if he was drooling.

You huffed, "I mind it! And stop with the horn! Or I will have daddy make sure you are never seen here again." And with that hardly intimidating threat, you walked towards your house. Mr Freezy licked his lips as he saw your silhouette disappear behind the front door. He could put your bratty nature to good use. Very good use indeed.

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Dressed in a brown checkered dress, you sauntered home after your shift ended, your spirits high as you looked forward to being Ricky's date tonight at the party.

As you entered your home, your eyes fell upon the new cassette sitting besides your beloved player. Squealing with excitement, you rushed and grabbed the plastic box, hurriedly prying it open. To your surprise, a few photographs of you and Ricky fell out of the case with the words "Does daddy know about him?" scribbled on the back of every photograph.

No no no. OH GOD NO! you panicked as you rifled through the images. Your parents had no idea about your nightlife, let alone your boyfriend! These lovey-dovey photographs threatened to reveal your secret and ruin your life.

You found another note in the box behind the cassette, "There are plenty where these came from. Now be a good girl and play the cassette." Just beneath the sentence, a chocolate bar was roughly drawn in the corner and the words “My Chocolate Fudge” were written in small letters. 

Your hands trembled as you hit play. A raspy voice greeted you from the device.

"Hey baby." You knew this voice, who was he? "Has daddy's little princess recognised me?" You were pretty shaken up, your mind refused to let go of the terror and think straight for a moment as your thumbs rubbed against one another.

"Oohh Sugar, what am I going to do with you?" the voice chuckled. That sentence brought you to a complete halt. It was Mr Freezy! How dare he threaten you like this?

Before you could form any coherent thought, he tut-tutted in annoyance, "How can an ordinary ice-cream man like me trouble a beautiful young woman such as yourself? What will Daddy say? Let's call Daddy shall we? I am sure he would enjoy looking at how well Ricky can fondle his daughter's breasts."

You felt numb as his words sank in. If your father found out, he would have you sent to the country, to his relatives who lived on a farm! Eww!! You shuddered, overcome with disgust as the cassette continued.

"Now Sugar, we don't need to tell Daddy about us. Do we?" You shook your head in response. "Very good," Mr Freezy continued, "Open the curtains to your right, and look at the house across the street."

You followed the instructions, and nearly choked on your spit. There he was, in your neighbour's house, smiling and waving from their first-floor window. "Follow my next instructions very carefully, or I will make sure that your entire neighborhood comes to know about the wonderful kisser that Ricky is."

You could only nod in response. No matter what, you could not afford to let your family be humiliated because of your actions. 

"From now on, hit pause after you finish every command. And hurry, we haven't got all day Sugar. Your mother will be home soon. And if she is home before I am done with you, then let's just say tonight there wouldn't be any dessert for you," you gulped in agreement.

"Pull up a chair near the window and place the player near you." Your fear slowed you down and the recorder kept on playing, "Face the window, and strip." After a pause, you heard, "Sit on the chair and spread your legs wide. Keep your feet on the windowsill."

The rest of the commands fell on deaf ears as your body was stunned in shock. Did this man… really? You couldn't. You wouldn't. Maybe you could still apologise…

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you realised what this man wanted you to do. It was almost 4:30pm and people would soon fill the street in front of your house. If anybody decided to even look towards the window, they would surely see your body on full display.

As if reading your thoughts, Mr Freezy shook his head and pointed to his wristwatch.

You knew your mother would be home before 5:30pm. Whatever you had to do, you would have to do it quickly. 

With trembling hands, you paused the cassette, and obeyed his first two commands, the upholstery on the chair feeling warm against your naked bottom. From this angle, you couldn't see him, but you were sure he was keeping an eye on you.

You were correct. 

Mr Freezy sucked on his ice-cream bar as he watched the scene unfold. His tongue working the cold dessert as if it were your core. A small bite here, a suck there, and his length was already aching in his pants.

"Oooo look at that slutty pussy! Just waiting for a man's touch," his voice cooed from the recorder, "Play with your clit with one hand, and bring your other hand to your breast."

You begrudgingly relented, wanting to get it all over with soon. Heat flooded to your face as the indignity of your actions set in.

Across the street, Mr Freezy unzipped his pants, and started rubbing the neighbor's panty on his shaft, his touch fleetingly light as he sucked on the bar. He bit into the ice-cream when you rubbed your clit, the cold going straight to his length.

"I love how your plump breasts bounce everytime you take a step. A man can get lost in those curves of yours," his raspy voice continued, "Squeeze your breast lightly. Feel it's roundness. Tease your nipple too. Fondle it with one finger." 

You bit your lips as you followed his instructions. You had masturbated a few times and had even reached third base with Ricky, but it had never felt like this. You knew this was humiliation in answer to your rude behaviour. But this… it felt… good. You were ashamed to admit it, but as the teasing prolonged, you started feeling the familiar and ever elusive knot building up in your stomach.

"Yes yes yes baby. Rub that clit harder. Make that pussy wet for me. But don't you dare enter a finger in your cumhole." 

He watched as your hips thrust upwards, desperate for friction, as he started pumping himself faster. 

"Slap that boob," he commanded as another moan escaped your lips, "slap harder!" and you did. "Pinch your nipple and pull it. Pull it you cock sucking bitch."

More wetness pooled at your core as you continued to play with your body. 

"Stop," said Mr Freezy's voice. At first you thought you misheard him and so you didn't.

"I said STOP YOU FUCKING BITCH," his shouts from the player sounded as clear as a bell. 

Startled, you brought yourself to a complete stop. Despite yourself, the sudden cessation left you feeling disappointed and hungry for more. "Pause this recording. Go to the full-length mirror in your room and have a good look at yourself," his voice urged you.

Meanwhile, Mr Freezy had come undone across the street, his thick release coating the neighbor's cotton panties. He sighed as he used the neighbor's brassiere to wipe himself clean. He was longing to get a taste of you. Too bad he had other things planned for you instead.

You ran towards your room, trying to hide your nakedness as much as you could. You didn't recognise the woman in the reflection. Hair astray, lips and cheeks slightly flushed, puffed breath, eyes wide and the hair on your mound glistening with your arousal. You couldn't bring yourself to meet your eyes reflected in the mirror. 

You carefully went downstairs, and resumed the cassette.

"Saw the slut in the mirror? That's who you are bitch. A whore for a man's cock. Don't let Ricky touch that filthy pussy again, or I will fill you with my cum infront of your Daddy while he watches," the cassette ended with the heavy threat.

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You were living the worst life in 1969. Quite often, you came home to a new cassette with new instructions recorded on them. Everytime, the plastic box was filled with naked photographs of your previous lewd acts. Up until now, you had jumped naked in front of the window, placed ice on different parts of your body, deep-throated an ice-cream bar and stripped to a vulgar song. 

Tonight however, it was different. He had asked you to carry a bottle of wine (that he kept on your bed while you were gone) and go to a hotel at midnight. Mr Freezy had explicitly mentioned that you were to wear only your bra and panty. Still, you covered yourself with a long coat as you snuck out of the house.

The hotel, if you could call an almost crumbling building that, was in the notorious part of town. With your heart pounding in your throat, you shed your coat and knocked on the door. A large man answered, his smirk widening as he took in your appearance. "You Buffy's girl?" you nodded just as you had been instructed. The stranger pulled your breast and dragged you into the room. 

He smacked your ass as he grabbed the wine bottle with another, "Buffy always sends the best stuff."

He was swift in opening the bottle, chugging the liquid down as if it was water. You shuddered at the thoughts of what this man was capable of doing to you. Tears filled your eyes at the realisation.

The man looked at you and, without warning, shoved the glass bottle in your mouth. "Drink. I like it when my prostitutes are drunk." His gaze swept over your entire body. One second you were gulping down the foul liquid, the next you were gasping for breath as he pulled the cups of your bra and poured the liquid down your torso, "Let these girls drink too! Lets get hammered baby!" he exclaimed as he pulled the elastic band of your panty and poured the wine on your mound. 

He laughed maniacally as you squirmed in his grip. Drinking the last of the drops, he pulled you into his lap, licking and sucking at the wine currently following down your figure. 

Your protests only spurred him on, but it all lasted only for a few seconds. 

You felt the stranger's body seize with yours. Breath coming in harsh rasps, you felt your throat constricting as sharp pain shot in every nerve of your body. Your agony, along with the stranger's, lasted only for a few minutes as your shallow breaths became few, finally coming to a raggedy stop.

Mr Freezy smiled a lopsided grin into his binoculars. He hurried across the street, grabbing the girl's dead body and dumping it into his ice-cream truck.

He happily hummed when he saw the ice slowly creep up your skin. You see, this profession had turned Mr Freezy cold, inside out. To an extent where he despised the warmth of a pussy around his cock. He craved the cold. He craved you.

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#28 Hairspray (2007)

Welcome to Hairspray, where a well-intentioned, woke, white teenage girl singlehandedly ends segregation in 1960s Baltimore.

Y’know, after watching Cry-Baby, I wasn’t super keen on revisiting Hairspray, but I figured it deserved a fair shot.  I hadn’t seen the original since I was in high school, so I booted up HBO Max and settled in for a long night of old-timey dance moves and racial inequality.  Guys... the 1988 version of Hairspray is flippin’ great.

The cast is just to die for.  Ricki Lake, who I only knew as a talk show host in my childhood, is a great Tracy Turnblad.  My favorite devious sea witch Divine is her mother, and Jerry Stiller is her father.  Goddamn Debbie Harry and Sunny Bono are her rival’s parents, and Amber Von Tussle is motherfucking Colleen Fitzpatrick.  As someone who has a vested interest in all famous Colleens, I was stoked to see that Hairspray was Vitamin C’s first acting gig.

FUN FACT: According to Wikipedia (which is never wrong), Graduation (Friends Forever) charts on iTunes at the end of every school year.  Colleen is also the VP of music at Nickelodeon, so she’s doing just fine.

Anyway, the original Hairspray is campy, edgy and hilarious.  If I were Miss Soft Crab 1945, I too would bring it up every chance I got.  The story really boils down to two horny teenage girls trying to claw their way to the top, but the charm of Tracy is she’s trying to pull everyone else up with her.  The way they handle segregation and racial inequality is over-the-top ridiculous, but somehow more realistic than its updated counterpart (put a pin in this).  I mean, a racist white woman shoved a bomb in her hair to own the libs and it gloriously explodes on her head.  I haven’t seen the musical adaptation of Hairspray, so my opinions of how true it is to its source material won’t be explored here, but the 2007 movie adaptation, to me, left a lot to be desired.

Hairspray might be the most popular in a recent trend of non-musical movies being adapted for Broadway.  I remember back in the 90s when Beauty and the Beast hit the stage - it was so successful Disney now has the movie-to-Broadway pipeline on speed dial.  But now we’re getting a shitload of movies with no musical elements being fast tracked to Broadway, like Kinky Boots, Bend it Like Beckham, Mean Girls, Beetlejuice, Heathers, Waitress, Legally Blonde, fucking Groundhog Day with music written by Tim Minchin, just, so goddamn many of them.  I love musicals, but to say I didn’t want to see The Heathers threaten Veronica in 3-part harmony would be an understatement, so I’m immediately skeptical to the quality of this content and hesitant to consume it.  Unfortunately for me, Hairspray is one of the few who had their *corny* musical adaptation also committed to film, and it is a neutered, earnest, high school choir translation of the original and it made my teeth hurt.

The two positives I’ll give the remake are the sets/costumes are great, and the cast serve their roles well, although I will never be OK with someone wearing a fat suit as a costume.  The songs are... fine.  Again, this era of music is not my favorite, so I’m never going to get excited over “It Takes Two” or “I Can Hear the Bells”.  It’s just the tone is so different from the original, and by the end of the movie I was exhausted and very glad it was over.  Writing about it now has required several breaks and side-tangents and I can’t even get to the fucking synopsis of the movie... ugh let’s just do this.

Tracy Turnblad is a “pleasantly plump” teenage girl living in 1960s Baltimore whose sunny disposition makes her oblivious to the reality of murky situation she is living in.  We’re quickly introduced to her obsession, “The Corny Collins Show”, which features a number of far-out teens that love to dance, including multi-year winner of Miss Teenage Hairspray and miss Pitch Perfect herself Amber Von Tussel.  Her mother, Velma, played by Michelle Pfeiffer, is the station manager at WYZT, and uses her power to keep Amber featured front and center.  

After a girl on the show gets knocked up, an audition is held to replace her.  While Tracy’s mother Edna, regrettably played by John Travolta in a fat suit, is afraid that Tracy’s weight will prevent her from landing the gig, her father, puzzlingly played by like a 60-something Christopher Walken, is generally supportive.  True to Edna’s feeling, Tracy is fat shamed by Amber and Velma and doesn’t make the cut.

After getting detention for skipping class for an audition that didn’t pan out, Tracy makes friends with a bunch of black students who are all excellent dancers.  Turns out her new friend Seaweed is the son of Motormouth Maybelle, the sometimes-host of "The Corny Collins Show”, played by Queen Latifah.  Velma, in addition to being a massive bitch, also segregates the station’s black talent from the main show, only to be featured one night a month on “Negro Day”.  While Tracy is boogying down, Link, Amber’s boyfriend and one of the stars of TCCS, peeps at her ass and tells her if she shook her rump in front of Corny at the Hop, he’d have no choice but to put her on the show.

In the original movie, Tracy Turnblad fucks.  She moves in on Link and devours him whole, with no mind given to her size.  She is a kind of bratty, confident young teenager that isn’t afraid to reach out and grab what she wants.  Tracy in the 2007 version is the most innocent cinnamon roll that has ever been baked.  Link gives her one compliment and she drifts into fantasies of marrying him.  Part of me is annoyed by this, but the other part of me appreciates misguided optimism played as humor.

At the Corny Collins hop, Tracy steals borrows Seaweed’s dance move and lands a place on TCCS council.  After declaring she wants every day to be Negro Day, the head of the station declares he wants that “chubby communist girl” off the show.  Corny, played by a dreamy James Marsden, sticks his neck out for Tracy and furthermore, says the show should be integrated.  As Tracy’s popularity skyrockets, the station shows more leeway to her size and her look, but to maintain some semblance of control, Velma works to completely edge out Negro Day.

Meanwhile, Link is clued into how fun it is in detention, and him, Tracy, and Penny all dance their way to Motormouth Maybelle’s record store for a potluck.  When Seaweed introduces his new white friends to his mother, Penny delivers my favorite line of the whole movie, “I’m very pleased and scared to be here.”  Amber rats out Tracy’s activities to her mother, and Edna arrives to Motormouth’s with the intention of dragging Tracy home until she realizes that black people are OK because they eat brisket.

After Edna shoves a bunch of food in her face, the gang finds out that Negro Day on “The Corny Collins Show” has been cancelled.  Tracy has the great idea to protest the television station, and all the black people are like, “Why didn’t we think of that?”  Link decides to bow out of the march because there’ll be talent agents at the Miss Hairspray Pageant, and he doesn’t want to give up his big shot at fame and glory to fight for a entire race of people’s basic rights.

The next day, Tracy and her mom are the only white people in a sea of black people to march to the station.  Queen Latifah sings a very earnest song about the resilience of her community, because this is the Serious Portion TM of the musical.  Tracy assaults a police officer without giving any mind to what it would do for all the black people she’s marching with, and runs away to let them handle the consequences.  The movie doesn’t show any police brutality because Reasons, and a bunch of protestors are arrested and immediately bailed out by Tracy’s Dad.  Tracy eventually ends up back at Motormouth Maybelle’s record shop so she can hide there without considering how dangerous it would be for Motormouth to harbor a fugitive of the law.  

The next day is the Miss Teen Hairspray competition broadcast at WYZT, and with Tracy being wanted by the police, they have to sneak her into the station.  She bum-rushes the set to sing a song with a now-enlightened Link about not stopping progress, while also inviting Motormouth Maybelle’s daughter, Little Inez, on stage to dance.  Everybody calls-in to vote for her because the only racist people in Baltimore run the television station, and Little Inez is crowned Miss Teen Hairspray.  Amber is like fine with it even though her mom isn’t, and everyone dances and sings to celebrate that “The Corny Collins” show is now integrated!  Meanwhile, I’m left wondering why Amanda Bynes was forced to wear a dress that she can’t move her legs in, even though they knew she would participate in the show’s closing dance number.  The end.

Oh, and there’s also a whole B plot where Velma tries to fuck Tracy’s dad and Tracy’s mom finds out and gets upset for like 30 seconds.  This is immediately resolved by a song and dance number among a bunch of laundry.

This movie is fine and competent or whatever, but for some reason it just rubs me the entirely wrong way.  Tracy constantly says that the 1960s are changing for people who are different, implying that an overweight white teen also knows what it’s like to be discriminated against in the same way black people are.  The movie does roll its eyes at some of her most tone-deaf “I’m an overenthusiastic ally” moments, like “I wish every day was Negro Day!” and “This is afro-tastic!”, but it also goes out of its way to talk about how much Tracy has helped the black community.  Like, by doing what?  Being fat and on TV?  That being said, she does use her privilege to feature black dancers on a major television broadcast, so by the end of the movie she becomes the person everyone says she is.  Also, I’m a dumb, overweight, white, middle-aged woman, so I’m not the right person to get all indignant about a well-intentioned feel-good Broadway musical.

Final thoughts: If you love bright colors, cheese, and sincere, glossy reflections of the 1960s civil rights movement written by a bunch of white dudes, this movie is for you.

What Is Infinite (2/?)

Found here at ff.net or A03 

Summary: It was meant to be just the two of them. But immorality comes with it's own surprises, and Aleksander must bow to the whims of his stubborn wife. Even if it means becoming a father.(Aleksander and Alina, after years and years, are the rulers of Ravka and have a son and daughter. Angst is sure to follow)

Rating: M

Notes: Because I am weak for stories of Alina getting pregnant and bolting afraid of Aleksander's response. But eventually she comes back, and everyone has to deal with being a big immortal and sometimes happy family.

*~*~~*~*~*~*

Mila twirls a lock of black her idly between her fingers, finding it more fascinating at the moment than the droning of her teacher.

Her brother, to be more specific.

Of course she loves Adrik, but she really does not love history lessons. She finds learning to use her powers much more engaging, as well as exercising her body and fighting skills. Maybe if Adirk focused more on Grisha history and not so much everything else, he’d hold her interest more. Papa had smiled at this particular complaint, showing in that non-verbal way of his he agreed, but then pointed out she was the Princess of Ravka, it was important for her to be educated as much as possible.  

“Remember,” Adrik suddenly says a bit more loudly. Mila blinks her way back into the classroom, and sees that he is giving her that look. “Your paper is due next week. Please continue to work on it and not leave it to the last moment. Class dismissed.”

Everyone begins to leave, but Mila stays put, knowing Adrik was not dismissing her. She waves at her friends who hover at the doorway, and then with a sigh begins to gather her own books.

“Mila-”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get a good sleep last night. That’s why I wasn’t focusing.” The lie comes easily, and without any prior preparation in her head.

Adrik crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re very good at lying, mladshaya sestra, but it’s pointless when it comes to our family.”

A very unfortunate truth. The Morozovas could charm the whole country into believing any falsehood, but when it came to each other it was blunt honesty or nothing. Mila huffs. “So, what? Am I in trouble?”

Adrik’s eyes narrow. “Maybe if this was the first time but you’re always giving the bare minimum amount of effort in this class. You don’t do the assignments, you openly mock the class in general.”

“It’s just boring history-”

“It’s important,” He interrupts. “If you ever want to rule on day you have to know our world’s story and learn from it. To not repeat mistakes of the past.”

A humorless laugh bursts from Mila’s lips. “That’s funny. You know I’m never going to sit on that throne.”

Adrik resists the urge to pinch his nose. At fourteen, Mila is the pure definition of a bratty teenager. Being a princess just adds to that attitude. She always did as she wished, and didn’t care who it offended. Even with their parents she was beginning to toe the line a bit too much. But with him, she had forgone all sense of discretion. They were at odds with each other way too much, not even over her studies. It could be about decorum at public events, the way she talked down to other people, or how she too liberally used her Summoning.

(Adrik is always aware of her Summoning. Always).

Even now he could see a faint shine on his sister’s fingers.

“Calm down,” He says with a tone that nearly mirrors their father. He looks pointedly at her hands.

But Mila is not to be perturbed. If anything, her hands grow even brighter at the command.

She may be a prodigy when it came to her Summoning, but Mila was still a child. And Adirk has both years and experience on her. His fingers do the quickest twitch before shadows swallow her hands and extinguish the light there with a meaningful show of force. He pushes down on them, to the point where Mila’s body even lurches forward.

“Adrik!” She gasps, both in surprise and indignation.

But he doesn’t show her any repentance. “Do not threaten me in that way. Ever.” Adirk isn’t like this. He knows he’s not. This cold, authoritative figure is his father, not him. But Mila isn’t giving him any choice. Part of him blames their parents. He’s seen them use their Summoning on each other an inappropriate amount of times, so something in Mila’s head must had deemed it acceptable to do herself. But Alina and Aleksander have a history that Mila isn’t exactly privy to yet, and a relationship that is a far cry from “healthy”.

Adrik wasn’t sure how to make her understand that yet, though.

Feeling his own anger begin to rise, Adrik turns his back to the fuming girl and takes in a shuddering breath. “Go on to your next class. We can talk about this later.”

What left there was to talk about, he isn’t sure. Mila was either going to try or she wasn’t. And he was sure this little battle of power between them would make her all the more difficult.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Aleksander flicks through papers on the latest yields in the eastern fields when Alina enters their chambers.

Her face is tight, and her eyes looking at him in a way that already has a headache forming in under his temples.

“Yes, love?” He inquires, pausing his reading. She’d only get all the more angry if he gave her half of his attention.

“Your daughter,” Alina unhelpfully supplies.

His daughter, of course, whenever Mila did something troublesome. Which she seems to be doing at increasingly alarming rate now a days. Aleksander has to admit, he is finding himself at a loss of how to handle her. He’s never raised a child before, never expected to, so it’s a skill he never bothered giving any care to. Even the Grisha children in the Little Palace received minimal interaction with him, just the very in frequent visit during lessons or a Grisha empowered speech now and then. Any unruliness was dealt with by their instructors.

Aleksander could command soldiers, but his daughter was something else entirely.

“Alina, we’ve talked about this. I can’t keep her on a leash every day to keep her out of trouble.”

“It’s because you’re so hands off that she’s acting like this,” Alina argues. “She knows she can get away this nonsense.”

“Admitting you have no control over her, then?” Aleksander shoots back, knowing the comment to be wholly unhelpful.

Alina seethes but dutifully chooses to not go down that route with him. “She skipped her classes today to go into town with her friends.”

Aleksander pauses at that. Of course, Mila shouldn’t be skipping lessons, but to do that and make it worse by risking her safety in town? That was another level of idiotic and unacceptable.

And he most certainly has a headache now.

“I’ll talk to her.”

“It has to be more than that.”

“Then what do you suggest, Alina? Should we reconsider the leash idea? If you recall your first days here, I wasn’t too adept at keeping you under my thumb either.”

The admission just embroils the conversation. “Yes, how is it that you manipulating and lying to me didn’t work? Such a mystery after all these years.”

Aleksander flings the papers in his hand onto the table and falls back in his seat. “If you’re just here to argue with me, could we schedule it for another time where I can properly give you my attention?”

“I’m here to discuss our daughter who is going down a very reckless path.”

“She’s a child, a teenager, they all act out.”

“She is a Princess of Ravka and our daughter. She is not just any child.”

Alina has a point there, and Aleksander’s silence only verifies it.

“Adrik is concerned as well,” Alina continues, her voice going lower with the weight of the conversation. “He says things have grown tense between them.”

“Because Adrik is weary of her and she senses it,” Aleksander states. “You don’t do too well of hiding it from time to time, either.”  

Alina balks at that. “I’m not weary of her…I’m concerned.”

“I’m sure there is little difference between the two in her eyes. Ever since that day, you’ve all treated her as if she could explode at any moment.”

“Your daughter did the Cut at five years old, Aleksander. She doesn’t even remember doing it. She doesn’t remember beheading someone.”

“Something you should be thankful for, then. Better she forgets then have to relive it in her mind for the years to come.”

She throws up her hands in exasperation. “This is never going to get easier if we’re not on the same page.”

“Perhaps you need to be more compromising,” Aleksander suggests with a shrug. “You got greedy raising Adrik all on your own, and now you have to deal with my say when it comes to Mila.”

“And what is your say, moi tsar? A talk every time she steps out of line? That’s your show of great parenting?”

Alina doesn’t wait for a response. She turns and stomps out of the room, her white hair the last thing he sees before the door slams shut. And Aleskander always thought Alina would be the only one that could ever be a true thorn in his side.

He had never hated his immortality so often since becoming a father.  

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The dinner table is understandably very quiet that night.

The royal family silently stews in their own frustrations, and let nothing but the scrapes of their utensil fill the void.

Adrik heard what Mila had done today, though it hadn’t been him to inform the Queen of her daughter’s disappearance. Adrik tried to never include his parents when it came to squabbles between he and his sister, but this situation had been unavoidable. Even if no one approached Alina with Mila’s offense, Adrik would have.

Now all there is to wait for is her punishment. By the looks on both their parents’ faces, Adrik knew it was going to be bad. But hopefully it would finally knock some sense into Mila, and stop her from continuing this stupidity.  

“The trip is Os Kervo is set for next Thursday,” Aleskander announces as their plates begin to thin with food. “Construction on their new port finally ended and they’d be honored by the presence of the royal family to give their blessing to it. It’s been sometime since we have been there as well, they are due to be reminded what their rules look like.”

Alina dabs a napkin at the corner of her mouth. “We all will be going?”

“No,” Aleksander answer promptly. “Just Adrik and I.”

The first strike then.

Adrik glances at Mila to see the fork has paused midway to her mouth. Out of the whole family, Mila loves Os Kervo. She enjoys the sea, the ships, the bustling market, and the generally more pleasant weather it has compared to East Ravka. Whenever a trip was made there, Mila was always brought along. Always.

She lowers her fork slowly, then chances a look at her father.

The Darkling is already staring at her, waiting for some kind of response.

“Is that my punishment, then?” She asks after a beat. Her tone is low, but not as contrite as it should be.

“Punishment for what, moya doch?”

It seems Aleksander is in a mood tonight. He is going to make this difficult for Mila, and not just by simply taking a trip from her. Adrik glances to his mother but she sits there as stone cold as her husband.

Mila hesitates. “I’m sure you know what I did-”

“I asked you a question,” Aleksander interrupts.

Mila’s mouth snaps shut. She breathes in and out of her nose, willing herself to be calm. She could argue with Adrik all she wanted, even her mother to a certain degree, but she knew better then to test her father’s fury. “I didn’t go to my lessons.”

Aleksander continues to stare at her.

“And…I went to town.”

“And was this a smart decision for you to make?”

Saints, she hates when he talks down to her like this. She was young, but not a child, and obviously, she knew what she had done had been wrong. But what choice did she have? How would it have looked to her friends had she told them no, she couldn’t go because it would upset her parents. Obviously, it would upset anyone’s parents, she shouldn’t act special. There were enough jokes at Mila’s expense of being the Princess and gracious allowances she’s given.

Mila should just help this end as soon as possible and yet, as everyone starred at her, she felt the need to defend herself. “It was perfectly safe. We’re all Grisha. And…I’ve never gone to town with my friends! Whenever I leave this place its only with one of you. How do you think that looks?”

“If you think I’m interested in the opinion of your friends, you are sorely mistaken,” Aleksander warns. “There are rules for a reason, Mila. You’re not just any Grisha. You are the Princess and a Sun Summoner. There are bounties on your heard in every single country.”

“I don’t want to be treated differently-”

“But you are different,” Alina choose this moment to interject, her voice a shade lighter than her husband’s. Adrik knows why, though. After learning the truth of who he was, Alina had told him everything of her past. Of how alone and different she felt most her life, both as an orphan and then as the lone Sun Summoner.  In this way, she offers her daughter some sympathy. But only in this way. “I understand your need to fit in, Mila, and in some instances, you will, but in others you will not. You cannot.”

The scrap of kindness falls on Mila’s deaf ears. “I should be able to make those decisions myself, not you all.”

“Perhaps if you didn’t act like a spoiled brat, we would consider that.”

Even Adrik flinches at Alesksander’s jab. He so infrequently scolds his daughter that when the occasion does arise, it’s uncomfortable to witness.

It hurts Mila deeper than she cares to admit hearing her father call her that. The rational thing to do would be to should shut up and apologize, before it got worse, but now not only is she hurt, but embarrassed. “You’d never let me do what I want no matter how I acted!” She exclaims hotly. “You control everyone and everything!”

“Mila,” Alina warns.

“You know he does! He even controls you! And you-you let him get away with it!”

Adrik notices the shadows of the room begin to blacken and crawl towards the ceiling. Even the floor begins to grow into a black pool. “That’s enough, Mila,” He hisses, and goes to reach for her hand now trembling with paleness as it grips the edge of the table.

But she’s too far gone now to be reined in. “I can take care of myself,” She continues. “Someone did grab me in town, you know! Right in the marketplace and tried to drag me into some alley. And I took care of it. I protected myself. I am capable-”

The room explodes with shadows. So many, so quickly, that it’s like a tornado that flings everything off the table and onto the floor. Glass shatters, food and liquid audibly splatter, and even the chairs squeak with movement. Adrik instinctively calls upon his own Summoning to ground himself down, and almost reaches out to do the same for Mila when a force stronger than his own blocks him.

Just as quickly as it begins, it ends. The storm of darkness recedes into nothingness, leaving in it’s a wake a destroyed dining room and a family cursed with too much power.

Mila looks irrevocably stricken, clinging to the arms of her chair with her eyes squeezed shut. Adrik isn’t sure what he looks like, surprised, maybe, that his father went so far but also a part of him knowing that of course Aleksander is capable of this. This and much, much worse.

Alina looks sadly at her daughter’s trembling form. She feels the heat of Aleksander’s rage next to her, knows that display of power he just showed may have been on the side of unnecessary, but she had wanted him to do more. She supposes at this point in life she should know Aleksander would appease her but only in his way.

But that right now is not important.

“What do you mean you handled it?” Alina asks very quietly.

Mila is still trembling but opens her eyes. Grey, like her father, but Alina has never seen such fear there. “W-What?”

“You heard your mother,” Aleksander snarls.

Mila flinches into her seat. “I-I Summoned and made him let me go.”

“How did you Summon?”

Mila looks between her parents, and then to Adrik as if he somehow could save her from the awful mess she has created. But now there is fear on his face as well. Not of what just happened. But of her.

But she can’t see the horrid memories replaying in his head. Of another time when a man grabbed Mila. Of when instinct, not rational, kicked in, and awful mistakes were made. Adrik failed his sister then, and he can’t help but feel he’s done the same now.  

“I used the Cut.”

Again, there’s Dimitri’s body falling to the floor.

Again, there the unexpected show of light.

The suspended moment in time when it slid across the man’s neck, as smooth as water.

Alina wants to be as broken as Adirk in this moment, but she can’t. She has to be a mother now. She has to handle this. “Did you kill him, Mila?”

The younger girl looks confused at the question. Of what exactly, Alina is not sure. When she doesn’t answer right away, she practically feels Aleksander about to unleash another verbal lashing. “Mila, did you kill him?” Alina prompts again before he gets the chance to.  

“I…I don’t know. I did it and ran.”

And yet again, Mila comes out the situation with little recognition of what’s she done.

Adrik wonders if a dead body will turn up soon from the streets of their kingdom.

Alina closes her eyes, as if that would make this all go away.

“You’re not to leave the castle,” Aleksander begins. No arguments. No explanations. The time has passed for that. “You will take your lessons privately here. You, who have been blessed with so much, to squander it so. You want to be in charge of your life and yet you use your power so carelessly and don’t even know if you killed a man or not. Is that what Ravka will say of their Princess? That she is a fool who murders without thought?”

She doesn’t even know, Adrik thinks miserably. She doesn’t even know she’s already become that.  

“You will embarrass this family no more. If you step out of line one more time, I will ship you to the Winter Palace and leave you there till you learn your place. And do not that as an idle threat. Me not seeing your face for the next fifty years means as little to me as if it was a mere day.”

A tear leaks out of Mila’s eyes at his words. At the truth her father has revealed and struck at her like a slap in the face.

“Now get out.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Adrik fiddles with the pocket watch his father had gifted him for his 21st birthday. The first gift he ever received from the man. It wasn’t new, but instead an antique that had been owned by some old King of Ravka.

(Adrik has been simultaneously pleased and resentful that Aleksander somehow knew he’d prefer this piece of history than a fancy new one).

The carriage jolts as it passes over a bump, making Adrik start. He looks across him to see Aleksander starring at the window, hands folded neatly on his lap.

They’ve been riding for a couple hours now, heading to Os Kervo.

It’s been a week since that disaster of a dinner. A week of Mila being a ghost, only appearing for dinners which her mother would not relent on her being absent for. But she only spoke when asked a question, and kept her eyes on her plate or lap. Adrik had seen her more, as per her private lessons, and her mother had attempted some one-on-one conversations.

Aleksander hadn’t sought her out once.

“How is Mila doing?” He asks, as if sensing where his mind has wandered to.

“Fine,” Adrik answers honestly. It’s the only word to describe her really. Despite her silence, Mila hasn’t shown any concerning behavior. She’s paying attention to her lessons, which is an improvement, and hasn’t unleashed any of her usual attitude.

“Did you believe I was harsh on her?”

Adrik is surprised by the question. Their relationship has certainly improved over the years, but there were still some lines drawn in the sand between them. One being that his father never usually asked him his opinion on decisions he’s made. The Darkling was not one to be questioned, let alone invite criticism. No, if this ever happened, it was surely a test of some sort. This might very well be one, for all Adrik knew.

“I think something had to be done,” He answers carefully, wondering was going on in the King’s head. His gaze still remained pointed out the window.  

“And what I did?”

Adrik has went over the dinner many times in his head this past week. What went wrong, where it could have been stopped. How out of control everything became with those choice words. It wasn’t so much the punishment Adrik disagreed with. Confined to the castle was the least that could have been done considering what Mila is guilty of. What he had only ever questioned was how it happened that night, the words and actions taken to come to that conclusion. And the way Aleksander had broken a part of Mila’s heart with his other very real threat.  

He wonders if Alina said something to prompt this. He wonders if he should even continue it. But then he remembers his sister’s face, can’t help but feel-know-that Mila is not an evil being. She’s just a young girl, confused over who she is and her place in this world. “You forget we are not as old as you and Mama,” Adrik begins calmly. No need for Aleksander to misunderstand him when they were going on a trip alone together for the foreseeable future. “That we’re still….more human, than immortal. Mila deserved to be punished but for you to tell her not seeing her for fifty years means little to nothing to you and that you would actually send her away for that time, it was cruel.”

Aleksander processes this with silence. Then he angles his head towards his son, considering him.

“You grew up not knowing what you are. She did. She can’t be afforded the time or patience you were.”

“He’s usually always insufferably right,” Alina had told him once of his father. “But where he lacks is the humanity that tells him even though something is true, doesn’t not mean it is good.”

Adrik is a grown man now, not the child that had been both afraid and hateful of the man who gave him life. A part of him hesitates to be honest with him, old habits and all, but if Aleksander wanted his opinion then he would give it. “She is a fourteen-year-old girl whose father told her his love for her is conditional. There are other ways to teach her of immortality.”

Aleksander again grows quiet.

“And…” Adrik licks at his lips. “She grew up with your love, I did not. You hurt her in a way you couldn’t do to me. I was prepared for your coldness, she wasn’t.”

A shadow flickers in an on the floor between them. A shadow of a passing tree? A Summoned one?

“You believe my love for her is conditional?”

Adrik flexes his fingers. He really doesn’t want to engage in this line of questioning. He did not want to guess his father’s feelings, on whether they existed or were genuine. He didn’t want to examine his and Mila’s relationship when his own was so pitiful in comparison. Adrik believed for so long he didn’t need his father’s affection. But not that he’s had a taste for it, that unfair resentment the never seemed to shake towards Mila’s dug a little deeper.  

Feeling again like the lonely teenage boy brought to the palace as a prince who did not have the king’s love, he answers noncommittally. “I don’t know. You certainly care for her.”    

“It is hard, at my age, to truly love things. Knowing they will not last.”

“But she will,” Adrik points out.

“Perhaps I have to grow used to her, the way I did you.”

That shocks Adrik into silence. It’s not exactly a “I love you” but its damn well close in his opinion. Who knew if Aleksander would ever gift him with anything fonder. “And are you? Used to me?” He can’t help but ask. He needs to be sure. He would not get begrudgingly pleased over a game.

Though he doesn’t smile, Aleksander looks amused at the question. “As a horse is to a fly.”

Oh, well…

Was that a joke?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“He hates me,” Mila whispers into her pillow.

Alina hears her all the same and smooths her hair down her back. “He doesn’t.”

“You hate me,” She continues to mumble.

“I don’t.”

Mila lifts her head up a fraction, if only to look at her mother as if she had three heads. “How can you say that with what happened?”

“Mila, you made mistakes, some larger than others, and lashed out as us. It was not going to be a pleasant conversation no matter what happened.”

“He said he’d send me away.”

“I would never let him.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact he would do it if he could.”

Alina blew out a puff of exasperated air. Mila dropped her head back into the pillow, the child she truly was simmering to the surface. Alina tried to recall the time she had been her age. If she had ever been so…lost. But her past is now only made of landmark events in her life, with the little things in between lost to eternity. There was Mal, then the Light, and then Aleksander. So much Aleksander. She had been 17 when she first met him, three years older the Mila now. How mature she had thought she had been. How foolish.

“Your father is going to be the most difficult man you’ll ever meet in your life. He is far from perfect, none of us are. He does not react the way he should sometimes. I should know. He and on were not on the same page as we are now.”

Mila slightly shifts her head, and peeks up at her mother under a curtain of hair. “What do you mean?”  

“He hurt me too,” Alina beings carefully. Very carefully. It was her decision to not tell Mila of she and Aleksander’s past till she was older and mature enough to try and understand all the complicated and dark parts of it. Alina only felt more confident in the decision considering Mila’s volatile nature as of late. Aleskadner didn’t seem to mind, not caring if Alina chose to even reveal it at all. “When I was younger, close to your age in fact, he hurt me very deeply, Mila.”

“But…” Mila presses up on her elbows, looking very confused. “Papa loves you more than anything.”

“He does,” Alina agrees, and reaches forward to swipe the hair from her face. “But he didn’t in the beginning. He didn’t for quite some time, actually. And I the same.”

Sometimes she still wonders. Sometimes.

Mila shakes her head. “I don’t understand.”

“I promise, darling, I will tell you the whole story one day. But for now, just know, he may be old but that doesn’t make him always right. Immortality is a very hard burden to bear, especially when you’ve been alone for as long as your father has. It makes him forget how to treat others. Even those he loves.”

Alina can’t help but hope it is enough. What more can she say without explaining the rest of it? It would do no one any good, least of all Mila, to reveal Aleksander’s villainous past now. If anything, it might make this newly formed chasm between she and him worse.

“Mila,” Alina opts to change the course of the conversation before she can dwell on it any further. “What you did to that man, it can’t happen again.”

Her grey eyes blink widely at the switch of topic. “I-he was going to hurt me, Mama.”

“And you must of course defend yourself. But the Cut must be a last resort. It is a technique that’s too powerful, and only meant to kill. That is why our family are the only ones able to do it. There are other ways to protect yourself. Others ways to not kill.”

Mila slowly lowers herself back onto her stomach, but at least does not hide her face this time. “I didn’t mean to…kill him. I just-I got scared. I only ran because I was so afraid, Mama. I didn’t even go back to my friends. I came right back here. I promise.”

Oh, how differently the conversation could have gone the other day had Mila not been so full of pride and hurt. And how much of a relief it is to hear Mila’s pained confession. She’d been consumed all week with dark thoughts that Mila was becoming callous with her skills and drunk off the power of her immortality and Sun Summoning. That she was a child given gifts no child should know how to deal with at that age. But no, thank the Saints, Mila was just that. A child who got scared and made a mistake. And all those years ago with Dimitiri, it must have been a mistake. She had been too young, too innocent. She had been hurt and afraid then as well, and saw her brother attacked to top it off.

Mila is being ruled by her emotions and that, Alina can work with.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

In truth, Aleksander didn’t quite like traveling far from home for such ridiculous frivolities as blessing a new port. Pompous, in his opinion. Unnecessary.

But people, bored with their short lives, needed such reprieves. To celebrate innate things as to fill their days with some reason to be happy. To drink, and dance, and enjoy what time they had left.

And the people do need to be reminded who is their ruler every now and then.

Another truth, Aleksander needed the space frim his wife and daughter. How odd, in this whole annoyingly unnecessary mess, Adrik would be his confidant. He’d been the only one not to resent him for his behavior at dinner or feel the need to give him the cold shoulder. Alina had wanted him to act, so he did. It was not his fault if she didn’t like how he did it.

Though Adrik had been honest that day in the carriage, he didn’t use his words like weapons. Not like he or Alina would. No, he had been patient and simply wanted Aleksander to just hear what he had to say. No ulterior motives or desire to harm. It was charming, in a way. He is an adult, technically, but still a child in Aleksander’s eyes. A child who still has delusions of being honest and good.

Despite all that, what Adrik said did hold some weight. Mila didn’t understand yet the burden of who they were yet, and Aleksander…well, perhaps he didn’t know how to properly handle her. The whole mess was reminding him all too much of his past with Alina. How much he failed at trying to connect with her and make her see what their power and immorality meant. Like mother, like daughter indeed.

As the carriage made its way into the courtyard of the Grand Palace, Aleksander twirled around the gift in his hand. A wooden box, thin and long with a necklace of sea glass and pearls inside. It wasn’t a gift, as punished children should not receive gifts, but an olive branch. Not a frivolous purchase but an acquisition that had purpose behind it.

It took years for he and Alina to finally come to peace with each other. He wasn’t in the mindset to allow the same to happen between he and Mila.

Adrik hid a smile as he eyed the gift one last time before hopping out of the carriage. He extended many olive branches with his son this trip as well. Let him closer than Aleksander had originally planned, and gave him kernels of “fatherly” attention much more liberally than either of them were used to.

Perhaps he was feeling lonely without Alina. More disturbed than he’d admit over Mila. Maybe more accepting of the fact Adrik was his son every passing day.

Maybe he was just bored. Who truly knows.  

Alina is pulling away from a hug with Adirk when he sees her. White hair long and braided, face still holding onto the youth and beauty well past her true age. She takes his breath away every time he sees her. Every damn time. It’s been almost two weeks, and their goodbye had been less than pleasant. But she turns to him without any ire in her gaze now, and actually smiles.

“My Queen,” He greets, stopping before her.

“My King,” She dutifully replies. They stare at each other, devouring the other’s images with roaming eyes.

Adrik scoffs at the not so subtle standoff, and makes his way into the castle.

Alina dips her head to his hands. “A present for me?”

“Sorry, love, no. But if you are in the mood for one, I’m sure I could find something for you in my luggage. I believe it’s being brought up to our rooms as we speak.”

“Hm,” Alina takes a calculated step forward, brushing a hand against the lapels of his kefta. “Perhaps I could be swayed to go and retrieve it with you. But should I be jealous?”

“Not at all,” he grins, dipping his head down. “But I believe I should take care of this first. Then I shall shower you with gifts all night.”

A smile breaks across her face and she kills the last bit of distance between them with a deep kiss. Aleksander groans against the plunge of Alina’s tongue, and resists slamming her against the side of the carriage and taking her right then and there.

He is very happy two weeks seems to be the time to quell his wife’s anger.

Alina is pulling away all too quickly, and takes swift step backwards as Aleksander reaches to pull her back. “Go attend to your business, my King. I’ll be waiting.”

“Perhaps you’ll actually be there when I come back this time.” A very old, and very bad joke.

Alina rolls her eyes and turns toward the doors. She pauses one last moment, though, and looks at him over her shoulder. “I know what it feels like to have to have a heart broken by you, Aleksander. Please take care with her.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Aleksander give two quick raps to the door of Mila’s quarters.

He knows she will answer, not because she wants to but because duty demands it. He is her father and King, and no doors will ever remain shut to him.

But no, he had to banish such grandiose thoughts right now. He simply needed to be a father, intent on mending a break between he and his daughter. Simple enough.

The door creaked open and Mila peeked her head out, looking as if she had just woken up. Her eyes widen slightly seeing him, and she fumbles to open the door all the way while simultaneously straightening her back.

“I-uh, good morning,” She breathes, patting down her hair and drawing her robe tighter to herself. Perhaps not just waking up then, but getting ready for a bath. “I mean, welcome back.”

Aleksander nods his head in return. “May I come in?”

The request visibly rattles her, as her eyes widen and her teeth bite into her lower lip. She nods jerkily, regardless, and backs into her room. It’s immaculately kept, as usual, as opposed to her brother’s much messier quarters. It’s the reminiscent of the room Alina had first occupied in the Little Palace. Sophisticated furniture fit for a Queen and décor bathed in bright and soft colors. Her pale pink curtains are swaying softly in with the morning breeze, every window wide open to let in the sun.

Mila is attempting to be calm and collected, but her fingers keep fiddling with her robe’s belt and her body bouncing on the heels of her feet. Nervous compulsions that had plagued her when she had been younger. Not at fourteen. Not in front of her father.

And here she was.

Aleksander is leisurely walking around her room, as if he hadn’t been in it for some time. She supposes he hasn’t, even before he had stopped talking to her. During that whole…mess, she had become very private with her space and belongings, and more often than not locked her door then let it hang open.

When he stops to examine the belongings on her vanity, Mila can bear the silence no more. “Was it a good trip?” The question, riddled by her nerves, comes out as a squeak.

Aleksander absently picks up a hair brush. “It served its purpose.”

“Oh,” She doesn’t like this side of her father. Had seen it enough times aimed at member of court, a soldier, even the rare occasion of someone in her family (those interactions always ended bad). When he makes you feel so small, so off kilter, as he saunters around without a care in the world. Like he doesn’t care about you.

The thought makes Mila more sad than nervous now, and the conversation she had with her mother a couple days ago comes back to her. Alina assured her that Aleksander still loved her, that the fault with his emotions lied with him, not her, but it was still hard to believe. As a fourteen-year-old, she shouldn’t have to be the one that sort that out.

She didn’t want to. She just wanted her father to show her he loved her.

“Your lessons?” Aleksander turns toward her, and eyebrows raised.

Mila holds back a frown and even worse, a couple tears, and she looks over his shoulder to a picture of painted flowers, a rose bush with tangled vines crawling up a tree. “Going well. Attending them all and keeping up with my grades.”

He nods his head. “Good to hear.”

Mila keeps starring at the flowers, feeling her cheeks grow hotter and hotter. Oh Saints, she is going to cry. She is. She can’t stand this treatment anymore. Not this cruel casualness. The still ugly truth that he loved her so little that he would send her away.

Why was he here? What did he want? To further rub salt in the wound? She had purposefully not gone to greet him and Adirk upon their return because she figured Aleksander wouldn’t want to see her. He made that plainly clear the week before he left. Why was he torturing her so?

“Oh, moya solnishka,” Fingers tenderly swipe over her cheeks, now sticky with wetness. Mila bleaks blurrily against the tears to look up into her father’s suddenly very close face. His grey eyes are not cold, but soft, simmering with the affection he had always shown her. “No need to cry.”

“I’m sorry, Papa,” Mila sobs and jerks forward, burying her face in his chest. Keftas aren’t exactly known for their comfort, but it smells like her Papa, and it’s warm, so it’s perfect right now. She rubs against the material till it scratches her skin, but she doesn’t care, because Aleksander’s arms are enveloping her in a hug, and his chin comes to rest comfortably atop her head.

“Shh,” He continues to soothe over and over as she cries and cries. His hand beings to rub circles into her back, and for some reason that brings on a new wave of tears. She was wrong, he does care. Of course, he cares. He had been angry, is all, and so had she. They were going to be fine, they were going to be great, it was-oh! Suddenly, a ball of warmth so strong blossoms in her stomach, and unfurls with such a force it takes Mila’s breath away. She feels the heat coming out of every pour in her body, and pulls away enough to see she’s glowing, light pouring out from her skin and cascading the room in striking brightness.

It would blind any other normal human being, but the Darkling gazes at her without the slightest wince.  

“There she is,” Aleksander murmurs with a smile. The first smile he’s graced her with one in so long.

Mila can’t help but smile back, feeling so…alive.

But then Aleksander pulls back and her light slowly dims till it is nothing but her bare skin again.

He reaches out to reveal a box in his hand, thin and wooden with simple decorations carved on it. “For you, love.”

Had he not just embraced her, or smiled at her, Mila would have assumed the offering was a trick. A test, of some sort, as her father was so often fond of doing. Starring at the box, Mila knows that if this isn’t just an innocent gesture, she was undoubtedly going to fail. Still, she reaches forward and takes it tentatively form her hands, then undoes the metal clasp with a delicate touch.  

Inside is a beautiful necklace, a long, sparkling braided silver chain with pearls and pieces of sea glass interwoven throughout it. It shines at with her every movement and continues to glimmer even as she keeps it completely still. “It’s…beautiful,” Mila whispers, feeling a bit awed by it. She is the Princess of Ravka, she has seen and even worn the most glamorous and beautiful pieces of jewels the world could produce. But this, in her hands, seems the most precious of all. Because it is hers, and no one else’s, not an antique passed down by Queens before. And because her father had given it, had thought of her when he bought it, and delivered it with his own hands.

Another lone tear sneaks down her face.

With his long, elegant fingers, Aleksander plucks the necklace from its cerulean colored cushioning. “As you are, moya doch.” He steps behind her and with a gentle swipe of her hair, begins to clasp it around her neck.  

Mila feels the whispers of that powerful light again, but it recedes when her father again steps away.

“I am sorry, Papa-”

“I know. We’ll talk of it no longer. Continue up with your studies here for the month, and then we can discuss you returning to classes.”

There is nothing to do but beam and nod her head enthusiastically in agreement.

“No more leaving the castle grounds, Mila. No more trouble or this rebellious nature anymore. You will act as you were born to be. Princess of Ravka and the daughter of the Shadow and Sun Summoner.”

Darkling and Sankta. Two equals, yet opposite. Constantly pulling towards each other and inevitable pushing away.

What inkling of normalcy did a product of that bond hope to have?

“Yes, Papa, I promise. I’ll be perfect.” Even as the word passes her lips, Alina’s own voice echo’s in her ears: “He is far from perfect, none of us are.” Perhaps she wasn’t, Mila mused, but she would try to be. She would spend the rest of her immortality trying. “And,” She continues, knowing it would be best to completely clear the air out now between them. “About that man. In the marketplace. I am sorry about it, Papa. Really I am. I was talking to Mama about it and…I know it was wrong. I do. I was afraid and didn’t react right. I will not use the Cut again, ever. I promise.”

Mila’s heart drops when Aleksander’s lip tug downward. But why? How had that been the wrong this to say? It had made her mother happy, it had even made her forgive her! Had she forgotten something? Not said sorry enough times?

“Do not make that promise, Mila,” Aleksander states with the finality of his station. “The Cut is our gift, and we do not hide our power from the world.”

“But…but Mama said-”

“Your mother,” He interjects smoothly, “Has some different ideas on the subject, I am aware. What you need to understand, is that your mother has always had a kind heart, and has always wanted to believe in the good in people. Most importantly, herself. And now, her children.”

Though she is following along, Mila can’t help but feel this conversation is too big for her understanding. That her father is trying to tell her something without actually saying. That it’s going against Alina had said, and is making her afraid.

Aleksander cups the bottom of Mila’s chin and angles it up to face him. “She wants many things, your mother. But remember Mila, the problem with wanting is that it makes us weak. And we are not weak, are we?”

Mila stares uncertainly into her father’s eyes, and answers as she knows she should, “No, we are not.”

“That man put his hands on you,” He continues, his gaze never wavering. “You do not apologize for defending yourself.”

But she had killed him, Mila wants to protest. Or at least, maybe she did. Either way, was that not a good thing? Alina had told her there are others way to protect herself. It didn’t have to be the Cut-

Aleksander tuts her chin. “What you need to learn, love, is patience. Precision. The control of your power and having it bend to you, not the other way around. That, we have all the time in the world to learn.”

Mila nods her head, willing to do anything her father wanted of her.    

power like mine: some meta hollering about Tiki

what is friendship, if not this

rosia here came back almost thirty minutes later and i was still going

tiki is one of my all-time faves and one of the first characters my friends, especially my non-fire-emblem friends, associate with me—young tiki was my first fire emblem and first sewn cosplay! i had four different people @ me at once when she was announced as an assist in smash. i love her so much. so obviously i had a WHOLE LOT OF WORDS TO SAY about my best lady over here, and now i am condensing them for all you lovely folks

this post will assume knowledge of fire emblem: awakening without offering any explicit spoilers! it also will not contain any plot spoilers for fire emblem: shadow dragon or fire emblem: new mystery of the emblem, but will discuss tiki’s backstory, and a couple things you can reasonably expect to happen by virtue of playing a 90s jrpg! while not image heavy, there are a chunk of them interspersed throughout.

LET’S TALK ABOUT WHY I LOVE THIS LADY SO MUCH

first, let’s go over Young Tiki’s appearance in the Archanea games, since most people are likely more familiar with her appearance in Awakening. it alludes to some parts of her backstory, as do her various quotes in Heroes (which, alongside Warriors, is likely where most people are familiar with Young Tiki), but let’s just get all our bases covered!

Tiki is the daughter of Naga, who is more or less just Literally God—just by virtue of sheer power, Naga, though not necessarily worshiped as a god just yet, is ruler of the powerful divine dragon tribe, and exalted and revered by humans alike even in ancient times. Naga dies ("dies"—ascends to godhood or an immaterial plane or whatever due to being TOO STRONG) very shortly after Tiki is born, a thousand years before Marth’s time, and on their* way, Naga puts Tiki to sleep, because the thing about dragons and Manaketes is that they are too fucking powerful, and their power will eventually drive them insane and turn them into feral beasts, which is why Manaketes are even a thing: by putting their power away into Dragonstones and taking on human forms, Manaketes can keep themselves stable, whereas if they lived life as dragons, they'd inevitably lose their mind completely and become monsters, no different than wild beasts.

* while Naga is portrayed as a woman in Awakening, and it’s commonly accepted as far as I know that their title “divine dragon king” is just a mistranslation due to nonspecific gender pronouns in Japanese, there is old Archanea-era official art which portrays Naga as male, so I personally like to think Naga is whatever the fuck they want to be and they just sort of decided to shit out a child of their own accord at some point, but that’s neither here nor there

Because Naga is, as previously established, so incredibly powerful, their daughter, Tiki, is, of course, fucking INSANELY bullshit powerful—and, of course, since she’s a newborn, she has absolutely no control over those powers. If she were to degenerate, she would effortlessly destroy the entire continent. Naga loves humanity too deeply to risk such a thing, so, as previously established, they put Tiki into a magic slumber to prevent this from happening.

She spends a thousand years in this sort of stasis, having constant nightmares about becoming a monster and hurting humans without having any control over it. She is woken up for brief periods of time at infrequent intervals so she can be comforted and/or fed by Gotoh (who i’ve complained about before, he’s just what if dumbledore was even WORSE because he’s SO MUCH MORE POWERFUL), Xane (who i absolutely adore but will not be mentioning again), and/or Bantu.

she certainly has some amount of awareness about her existence, even in sleep, because she can, of course, talk and has a basic level of cognizance—one day, after a thousand years of sleep, Tiki asks Bantu (she affectionately calls him Ban-Ban) where vegetables come from, and Bantu, taking pity on her, makes the decision to bring her out of the temple. and Tiki, who has spent a fucking millennium all alone having these terrible traumatic dreams, goes out into the world for the first time and she is immediately like I Wanna Do A Friendship

and boy howdy does she!!! Tiki spends basically the entire Archanea games effortlessly endearing herself to absolutely everybody—Archanea only has a few supports, but when you look at her Heroes quotes and see how eager and excitable she is, and you see how quickly she makes friends with the Warriors cast, it isn’t hard to extrapolate how beloved she must have been as part of Marth’s army. within a few seconds of meeting him, Tiki calls Marth, prince of Altea and leader of the Archanean resistance forces, “Mar-Mar,” and he is really only briefly shocked by the whole thing before realizing that she’s too cute. he can’t say no to her. she attaches herself to absolutely everyone, especially Mar-Mar, and all she wants to do is play and hang out and be pals with people! she spent so long in isolation but instead of dwelling on it, she really quickly jumps at the chance to make things happy and fun!

FE11/12 are sparse on supports, like i said, but she does have this really cute exchange with Bantu i want to highlight:

Bantu: Tiki, my child. Tiki: Oh, Ban-Ban! Bantu: Are you having a fun time with everyone? Tiki: Yes! I'm having so, so much fun! Bantu: Ooh, that's good to hear. It's very important you're having fun. Tiki: Oh, but... Bantu: Hmm? Is something the matter, child? Tiki: A while I ago, I, umm...I broke Mar-Mar's precious mirror...... Bantu: Oh dear...That's a bad thing you did. Tiki: Yes. I did something bad... Bantu: So, what did you do after that, child? Tiki: Oh...Mmm. I told him. I said "I'm sorry" to Mar-Mar. Bantu: ...And then, Prince Marth forgave you. Tiki: ...Yes.

and i love this so much because this happened, like...days ago. but she is so CONSUMED BY GUILT over her mistake that she’s just BRINGING IT UP UNPROMPTED, DAYS AFTER THE FACT, DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT'S BEEN ADDRESSED AND FORGIVEN!! she’s a good girl! she’s a sweet kid! but she also gets loud and impulsive and a little bratty sometimes: in her A support with Bantu, he tells her he’s going to leave her when the war is over to help other Manaketes across the continent. she gets terribly upset, and he redirects her:

Bantu: It isn't like we'll be apart forever. That's right. I'm sure I'll be back when you're a bit taller. Tiki: Huh...How tall? Bantu: Hmm? I guess...about my height. Tiki: Okay...Then, I'll transform and become bigger right now. Bantu: W-wait, Tiki! Tiki: ...Sorry, I lied.

my other favorite support of hers is with Navarre in Warriors, who is precisely as good at friendship as he looks—

Tiki: Hiya, Navarre! I heard you don't like to fight girls? Is that true? Navarre: Who told you tha-- ...Ah, Caeda. Tiki: So, I'm a girl... But what about my dragon form? Would you fight dragon Tiki? Navarre: Ridiculous. Tiki: But I'm curious. If dragon Tiki attacked, what would you do? Navarre: Unimportant. I only fight strong opponents. Tiki: So you'd fight me, because I'm super strong as a dragon. Navarre: You, strong? You're just a child. A rather conceited child... I have faced death time and time again, but never succumbed to his cold grasp. You have no such experience. Even as a dragon, you'd be no match. Tiki: Oohhh! I don't really wanna fight, but you're making me angry! Navarre: Just forget about it, Tiki. Tiki: I can't! I won't! You and me! Right here, right now!

"no, i won’t fight you in your dragon form because i don't fight anyone weaker than me” “WOW? WOW???? THAT WAS JUST A HYPOTHETICAL BUT NOW I ACTUALLY WANT TO FIGHT YOU FOR REAL. PUT UP YOUR DUKES BUDDY”

young tiki is peak Sassy Lost Child, but then not even four lines of dialogues later she’s distracted from her righteous fury because Navarre goes "i'm not going to fight you because you're precious to Marth" and Tiki goes OH!! SO IF I'M MARTH'S FRIEND AND YOU'RE MARTH'S FRIEND THAT MEANS WE'RE FRIENDS

and Navarre is like oh my fucking god

Navarre: That's not how it works, but... Believe what you want. Tiki: Teehee, yay! I'm so glad to be one of your dear friends, Nar-Nar! Navarre: Ugh... I'm leaving.

so she is just Like This all this time. at the time she’s recruited in FE11, she only has twelve years of human memories, so she’s treated like a child, and she acts like it, for the most part! but one thing that really gets me—and it gets overshadowed very often, because she's mostly like!! let's stay together forever!!! i love you so much i love all my friends!!!!! i love the beach because the ocean is big enough for ALL my friends to play with!!!!!! one of her character select quotes for her legendary version in Heroes is just "i love you all!!" she's SO cute—but one of legendary Tiki's dialogue quotes is "I heard someone say that I'm going to live much, much longer than everyone else... How much longer, do you think?"

they shelter her in this way, a little; she says she heard someone say that—when Tiki insists on her maturity, like in her Warriors supports with Corrin, it’s often in a humorously indignant way, but the fact is, by the end of FE12 she’s been a soldier in an army in two wars. none of it hits her sunshiney disposition, but the fact is, Tiki is aware of her own mortality or lack thereof, or, more importantly, her friends’ mortality—but she doesn’t seem to really know what to do with or about it.

FE12 ends with Tiki living her life happily as a part of the palace town. we don’t see Marth’s death; we only hear about it when we first meet her in Awakening. we don’t know what happens in between, either. we miss about 2,000 years of Tiki content. a lot changes in two millennia, of course, but the thing that sticks out to me most is this:

FE11 Young Tiki classic mode death quote: “No...I don't want to be...alone...”

FE13 Adult Tiki classic mode death quote: “I won't have to be alone...anymore...”

geez louise

so: enter Awakening Tiki!

hey not that i don’t LOVE her look, but, like. here’s a question. that’s a REALLY high slit. what do those garters clip onto

anyway

like i said, this post assumes Awakening knowledge, so we’re just going to breeze through where she’s at when we meet her as a quick refresher: by now, Naga worship is the cool new prevalent thing now and, as we’ve discussed, Tiki is the daughter of Literally Just God? so here we have a lady who is one part jesus, one part the oracle at delphi, and one part a deity in her own right. by now, degeneration isn’t so much a concern; Awakening doesn’t address how this happens—Young Tiki is permitted to leave the temple and travel with Marth because he assembles the Fire Emblem, then known as the Shield of Seals; of course, it’s split into the different gems by the time Awakening happens, so it’s likely some combination of her aging and therefore acquiring greater control of her power, and her putting those powers away (i.e. needing to perform her paralogue’s ritual to access any part of them)

anyway, so we have Tiki, thousands of years out from the deaths of her first friends—including Marth, who she calls the best friend she's ever had two thousand years after the fact—and now being worshiped as a prophet and oracle

and Tiki's defined by her loneliness in a lot of ways; keeping herself from being lonely again was the thing that drove her completely while she was still a child after waking up, and, throughout both FE11/12 and Heroes, she expresses a lot of fear of being left alone again, but by Awakening she's sort of...resigned to it? when you recruit her in FE12, she says she’s afraid of falling asleep at all again, that she worries if she closes her eyes they’ll never open, she’ll never see her friends again—meanwhile, Awakening Tiki is the queen of depression naps. she's more jaded, and she even openly speaks disparagingly of humanity, such as in Harvest Scramble:

So this is how the denizens of the Outrealms celebrate. People are scarcely different, whatever realm they inhabit. They pray for bounty, then despair when those prayers go unanswered. At times that despair gives way to war... Alas, festivals are but man placating his gods only to selfishly curse them later.

fuckin. for god's sake, tiki

but she's resigned to the fact that she is on a whole separate level from humans these days, that she's an object to be worshiped, the Voice before herself, and she still serves the role she's been given to its fullest? like, she resents being the Voice, but it brings people peace, so she does it. despite her ruder comments, it’s clear she does have a lot of love for humanity—she must, to do so much work and allow herself to be placed in such a lofty position so far away from them all for their sake

still, it’s made very clear she’s just sort of...accepted her lot in life, even if she has no love for it. again, from Harvest Scramble (all underlining mine):

Tiki: *Sigh* Raise your head, Say'ri. Please? Yes, I'd retired to a position of uninvolved security in my sleep. I merely observed. I intended to never again play a hand in the affairs of others. ...I thought that was best for everyone. Say'ri: And I violated that choice, ran contrary to my lady's wisdom! Tiki: Well, yes. Perhaps you did. My legend was meant to fade, as legends do. To scatter like sand in the wind.

it was around this point that rosia came back from her shower:

note the almost 30 minute time stamp difference

i wasn’t done

anyway

all of this, but she joins Chrom's army because destiny calls or whatever—Grima is an active threat, and she cannot leave the world to be ruined, so she's just kind of like yes all right i guess we're doing this and wipes the sleep out of her eyes and gets right back to it, but it isn’t until she has regular human company again that she realizes how much she missed it! a direct continuation from that last support bit:

Tiki: The choice I described before, to sequester myself away. That was how I felt back then. Back when we first met. But that is not how I feel now. Say'ri: Oh? Then...might I ask your mind now? Tiki: I'm thankful to you, Say'ri. Say'ri: Th-thankful?! ...To me, my lady? Pray, what could you mean? Tiki: Yes, to you. Without your intervention, I'd never have met all these wonderful people. And you've made me see that I am still relevant. That I can still be of use. Even to those resigned to live out their days in hermitage, warm company is a blessing. It was you who reminded me of that, Say'ri.

side note, she is secretly a HUGE goofball and it really only comes out when she's interacting with people on the regular again; she shoves an apple right into Say'ri's mouth mid-sentence and blows raspberries at her because she's being Too Serious and Tiki wants Say'ri to be honest with her and be just a regular FRIEND instead of a servant. i also want to talk about her complete lack of chill real quick, because that’s a DELIGHTFUL aspect of, again, Jesus But A Dragon’s silly personality; we discussed this with her Navarre supports and her solving the problem of not being tall enough for Bantu to stay by threatening to transform on the spot but oh my god do i ever love what a formal affair she makes out of threatening to EAT ANNA

Tiki: Is there aught you would like to tell me, Anna? Anna: You mean other than...um...how AWESOME you are?! Tiki: I hear you charged admission to my speech on the unending power of good. Additionally, it seems you are hawking my signature like a common market trinket. Anna: W-well, common market trinkets usually don't sell for 50 gold a pop! ...R-right? Look, come on! There was DEMAND, Tiki! The people just want to be a part of you! You get to spread your message, they get hope for the future, and I get a little coin! ...Er, or a lot of coin. Tiki: If your actions were so altruistic, there was no need to hide them from me. Yet even now, I see the shame of your deeds writ upon your face. Anna: But wait! Wait! I didn't do it for my own personal gain, I swear! Tiki: Such deceit only compounds your folly. Anna: T-Tiki? Wh-why are you pulling out a Dragonstone?! Tiki: To teach you that deceiving an oracle bears a hefty price. Now still your lying tongue and prepare to be eaten.

other people she threatens to eat: f!Robin, who realizes Tiki will answer questions in her sleep, starts with some history, escalates to ~were you in LOOOOOVE with prince marth~,

Avatar: (Er, Tiki? Hello, can you hear me? I want you to listen very carefully. Remember when you told me about ancient King Marth and how he saved you? Well, I was wondering... Did you love him?) Tiki: ...... Avatar: Hello? (This is odd. Usually she answers right away.) Hey, Tiki? Can you hear me? I'm asking you a question. Were you in love with King Marth? Did you want to marry him? Come on, spit it out! Tiki: Tiki...is not home. Avatar: Hey! What kind of dreamspeak is that?! You're supposed to answer my question! Tiki: *Snort* H-huh?! Whooza wozza?! What's going on?! Avatar: Aw, nuts. I woke her up. Tiki: Avatar? Is there an emergency? Is the camp under attack? Avatar: Er, well... I mean, that is to say... You were...moaning! Yes, that's it. Moaning unhappily in your sleep. I thought you were having some terrible nightmare and decided to wake you up. Tiki: Really? Thanks, Avatar. ...I think it was a nightmare. I vaguely remember being hounded by some awful hag. She wouldn't stop pestering me with personal questions. Avatar: O-oh? F-f-fancy that! What a funny dream! Heh hah! Tiki: *Yaaawn* But I'm still pretty sleepy. You don't mind if I doze off again, do you? Avatar: Oh. No. Of course not. Be my guest. Tiki: Just another forty winks and I'll...be ready...for action... ...... Zzzzzz... Avatar: (Whew! I dodged an arrow there! I couldn't very well tell her I was asking such private questions in her sleep...) Tiki: Zzz... *mumble* Avatar: (She's talking in her sleep again! Let me just bend down here so I can get a good—) Tiki: Avatar...mind your own business...or else. Avatar: WAAAAAAAAARGH! Tiki: Zzzzzz... Oh, and before you leave... fetch a cloak to...lay over me... It's a bit chilly...down here... Zzzzzzzzzzzz... Avatar: Oh! Uh, right. Of course! Whatever you say, Tiki! (Avatar leaves) Tiki: Hee hee... Zzzzzz...

a real highlight is yet another Harvest Scramble quip, when Lucina suggests Tiki wear her childhood outfit for the festival and Tiki

jams herself into the clothing

for a twelve-year-old

Tiki: ...... Lucina: ...... Tiki: ...... Lucina: Tiki. I...I don't really know what to, uh... I'm sorry... Tiki: Yes, well, that's quite enough dress-up for now. Or ever. Lucina: I was so focused on faithfully re-creating the outfit you wore in the past, I... I suppose I failed to anticipate how silly children's clothes would look on an adult. Tiki: Silly? I think that was a far cry from just silly, Lucina. Did you never stop to wonder how I would even fit into clothes that small? Lucina: I'm so, so sorry... Although it WAS you who decided to force your way into them anyway... Tiki: What was that? Lucina: N-nothing! I said nothing...

BUT ALSO

Tiki: Good. Honestly, three millennia alive, and I've never been so humiliated. Lucina: I was just... You've lived in such a different world than us all the time. Even now that you're traveling with us, you seem so distant at times... I'd hoped to help close that distance, but I fear I've done the opposite. For that, I'm truly sorry, Tiki. Tiki: ...... You're wrong about that. Lucina: Come again? Tiki: Yes, the result was...less than ideal. But the fact that you were trying to treat me like a peer, as your equal... You didn't put me on a pedestal or treat me differently than the others. The costume was embarrassing, yes, but on the contrary, I feel...happy. Lucina: You... Really? Tiki: I do. It's...quite liberating. Thank you for that, Lucina. I've forgotten how wonderful human friendships can be, fleeting as they are. I shall endeavor to do what I can to grow closer to the others. And I hope you'll continue to introduce me to new firsts, good and bad alike.

LIKE... HOW CUTE!!!! she's spent SO much time as an object of devotion before anything else that she's kind of forgotten how to be social, and being with Chrom's army reminds her again, and she's really quick to be silly and stupid and sassy about it, and she kind of just relearn hope and optimism in that way, too—a really good example is YET AGAIN present in Harvest Scramble, where like, she's talking to Nowi and she talks about how the dead become stars and that's the afterlife, and she's always seen it all these years as her loved ones being just out of reach, and Nowi's like wow cool!!! it's like they're ALWAYS with you because you can always look up and see them and they see you!!!!!

and Tiki's like

holy shit

three thousand years of existence and this nevER OCCURRED TO ME

i’m gonna segue into talking about her conversations with Nah real quick, too, which are honestly some of her sweetest; Tiki calls Nah “dear” and such in a way she doesn’t with anyone else unless Morgan is her daughter. she’s quick to answer all Nah’s questions, takes a lot of delight in seeing the usually-reserved Nah all sparkly eyed and overjoyed about the harvest festival, and takes her under her wing in a way she doesn’t really with Nowi; Nowi doesn’t particularly care about all her various Manakete lineage, but Nah has so much she wants to know but doesn’t have the resources to figure out. Tiki is very honest with Nah, telling her the truth of her lineage, of immortality and the loneliness that comes with it, will be painful, and she’s frank about how much it’s hurt her in a way she isn’t, always? but i think this quip from their A-support really demonstrates the Big Thing about Tiki and her character growth:

Tiki: ...Hear me, Nah. Remember when I said I had to tell you something difficult? We manaketes are destined to suffer because of our love for humankind. Nah: Destined to...suffer? Tiki: We live for millennia, while humans flicker out like candles. The greatest friendship I ever knew lasted just a few short decades... And when King Marth died, I was left to wander the centuries alone. Nah: ...I see. I have to be prepared to lose everyone I love. Tiki: The dragon blood in your veins curses you to such a fate. Nah: ...Wow. That's...depressing. Tiki: it can be very sad, yes. But it can make you strong as well. You will learn to cherish the memories of those wonderful people you meet. You will make them a part of you so they can give you courage always. Nah: Like a family inside your mind? Tiki: Yes, exactly! You will be able to pass on the memories to your friends' children! And then to their children and to countless generations to come. In this way can you keep them alive through the long march of time. Nah: ...... Tiki: Do you understand? Nah: ...I think so. Tiki: Never allow your fate to dissuade you from living a full, rewarding life, Nah. You must go out into the world and seek out friends. ...Seek out love. And when their end comes, as it will, you must keep them alive forever. You have the gift of near immortality, and you must find a way to share it. And what better time to start than now? Nah, let you and I be friends.

anyway the real thesis statement of this whole thing is: i love Tiki because we get to see her transition from this overly energetic optimistic ball of friendship and sunshine and joy to someone much more jaded and quiet who fills the necessary role of oracle with reluctance. she's defined by her loneliness more than much else and she goes from afraid of it to resigned to it to kind of accepting its inevitability but relearning that joy and optimism to make the most of the time she DOES have and reintegrating herself with human society and friendship, and the juxtaposition of someone who knows she's going to lose everyone she loves again and again and again and again and has accepted and made a sort of sad peace with it, against that same someone deciding to wholeheartedly throw herself into those fleeting friendships and sometimes in the stupidest possible ways, is VERY GOOD

tl;dr I Love A Girl

the empty space between abandonment and freedom

After her father disappears, Liza receives a package from her twin, and she has to decide what to do with it.

(As always, “Huey disappears completely after 1935” is speculation on my part.)

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Chané sees the package arrive as she approaches her sister’s apartment for a visit. She picks it up before she heads inside. The box is about the size of a small stack of paperback books, and it’s taped tightly shut; it is addressed to Hilton, which Chané knows is her sister’s title in the capacity of her work for their father. For a moment, her heart leaps with hope, but the handwriting on the package is large and square, nothing like Huey’s flowing script.

There’s no return address.

Frowning over the mystery, Chané climbs up the stairs and rings the doorbell. When Liza answers, she hands her the package and sees her eyes widen with the same brief hope.

“Oh,” she says a moment later. “It’s not his handwriting.”

She turns away, picking at the tape. Chané follows her inside. The apartment is tidy, but it’s just as bare as it was when the Lemures used it, or when Chané used to stop by. Chané wonders if Liza might need help decorating. It seems that she buys and cooks her own meals—Chané offered to help once and was greeted with a prim indignation—but she can’t be more than fifteen. Maybe art stores and hardware stores are beyond her capabilities. Or maybe she just prefers the austere environment. Chané had been that way, once.

Before Chané can begin to guess which one might be true, a sharp gasp cuts into her thoughts.

Liza has gotten the package open and is staring, wide-eyed, at its contents. Nestled carefully into the packaging is a sealed vial, about as long as a finger, with some kind of clear liquid inside. A typed label on the front of the vial reads Hilton. But just below that, crowded onto the small slip of paper, the word (Liza) is written in handwriting that they both recognize.

Chané finds her hand reaching out for the vial on its own, her curiosity and her shock at seeing her father’s handwriting again overcoming any sense of propriety. But Liza snatches the box away.

“Don’t,” she says, guardedly.

Chané blinks, coming back into herself, and mouths Sorry, too embarrassed by her actions and too sincere in the sentiment to waste time finding a scrap of paper to write it down. But Liza isn’t looking at her; she has her eyes trained on the box still. Her hands are shaking.

“Don’t,” she repeats. “Okay, sis? Don’t ever touch this. It’s… dangerous.”

Chané tilts her head in quiet confusion, but Liza doesn’t explain further. She pulls an envelope out of the packaging and breaks the seal on it without another word. After a single brief glance at the letter inside, she grimaces and folds it up again. She takes a deep breath.

“Hey, sis?” she says. “Can you go home? I’m not gonna be able to give you my full attention right now.”

Chané nods. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she takes a pen and a small notebook out of her purse.

Will you call us later? she writes. Liza is as pale as death, her hands still shaking visibly. Chané is worried.

Liza looks at what she’s written and grimaces in a different way. “I hate calling you two,” she says, an openly bratty tone to her voice. “Your fiancé is annoying. He says too much sappy stuff about you.”

Chané’s cheeks color with a pleasant sort of embarrassment, but she nods in acknowledgement of what her sister said. At least she is well enough to act like a child, instead of the oddly mature personality she affects at other times. Chané stands to leave.

As she reaches the door, Liza’s voice comes from behind her.

“Hey, Chané?”

Chané turns towards her younger sister.

“You want to come by this time tomorrow? I’ll be better then, I think.”

Chané gives a firm nod and a reassuring smile, and then she leaves her sister her privacy.

*

A few minutes later, a young woman knocks on the door of an old man’s apartment. The old man answers the door, and his curly beard twitches with a smile. “Hello, granddaughter. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The young woman only pushes past him and pulls the door shut behind her. “Do you think you’re funny, Sham?” she asks.

The old man shrugs and locks the door. “Hello to you too, Hilton.”

He turns and watches her perch on the arm of his couch.

“Or should I be calling you Liza?” he asks. “I thought Liza was just the one vessel, but for Master Huey to have added that name on the bottle itself—”

“You can call me Hilton,” the woman responds, scowling. “You traitor.”

Sham only inclines his head. “Was it news to you?”

Hilton presses her lips together instead of answering. It hadn’t been, not really. She’d learned of her “brother’s” betrayal from that damned information broker a year ago, as much as she’d been loath to believe it. But Huey had been so busy getting ready for the experiment in New York and Sham had seemed well-behaved and she’d thought she could tell Huey afterwards.

And now Huey is nowhere to be found.

Back at home, Liza turns her eyes downwards and looks once more at the bottle Sham has sent to her. The bottle that contains her consciousness. The liquid inside of it is even more her than her Liza vessel is, and holding so much of it at once makes her so uncomfortable that she wants to throw the bottle across the room and watch the liquid seep away into the floorboards.

But she doesn’t have the right to do that.

“How dare you send that to me?” she asks Sham. “How dare you steal what belongs to Master Huey? Do you think that I’ll forgive—”

“Huey isn’t using it, Hilton.” The eyes of Sham’s elderly vessel go from bleary to focused and his hunched posture straightens. “He hasn’t stopped by any of Rhythm’s facilities, hasn’t been in contact with Time. He hasn’t contacted any of my vessels that he knows of, nor has he passed any of my vessels that he doesn’t know of. He’s gone, Hilton. Maybe eaten—”

“No.”

The word bursts out of her automatically. Sham’s brow furrows with what looks like sympathy. “Hilton…”

She shakes her head. “No, listen to me, I’m telling you that he hasn’t been eaten. Firo said so,” she adds in a mumble. Technically, she isn’t even supposed to say that much, but like hell is she going to sit here and be pitied based on false information.

Before Sham can open his mouth to speak again, Hilton cuts him off. “Anyway, he’s not dead, so like I said, you can’t steal what belongs to him.”

“Hilton, that bottle contains you,” Sham says. “It should belong to you.”

Liza bites her lip, her hands beginning to shake around the bottle again. “Th-that’s how—” the her that is with Sham starts, but she doesn’t like how her voice comes out. She swallows and tries again. “That’s how you feel,” she says, managing to sound a little more like Hilton this time. “But I belong to Master Huey. You can’t change that.”

Sham sighs. And then, rather than arguing, he says, “Alright, fine.”

“Huh?”

“I will grant that you prefer to belong to Huey. But in that case, isn’t it true that you don’t belong to Rhythm?”

Hilton sneers, “Of course I don’t belong to those weirdos at Rhythm—”

“Do you think it’s as obvious to them as it is to you?” Sham’s posture sags again as if his vessel’s aged body is too tired to hold itself up any longer. He shuffles over to the couch and takes a seat. “Right now they’re behaving themselves because it hasn’t even been a year since Huey’s gone missing. But how long until they decide to help themselves to the fruits of his labor? How long until they decide it’s up to them to choose your next vessel and give you orders?”

Hilton flinches backwards. “I don’t care what they decide, I won’t listen to them.”

“You won’t have to as long as you have that vial,” Sham says. And then, as Liza drops her eyes to the vial once more and the other vessel remains silent, he shrugs. “That’s just my strategy. If you ask me—”

“I didn’t,” Hilton snaps, but without venom in it.

“If you were to ask me,” Sham revises his statement patiently, “I wouldn’t recommend giving that vial back to Rhythm, myself. Keep it, and and if Huey wants you again, he’ll know where to find you. But until then, live your life. Your own life.”

“Haha…”

It’s the Hilton who’s in the apartment with him who laughs; Liza remains silent, her eyes boring into the vial and her mouth pressed into a thin line as she speaks from far away.

“My life? Or my lives?” she asks. “Sham, I’m Master Huey’s information network. That’s my purpose, just like it’s yours. That’s why there’re so many of us. If I just let my vessels go about their ordinary lives, then ‘Hilton’ might as well not exist.”

Sham turns a long stare towards her. Then he sighs.

“You have Liza,” he says.

“Liza is Master Huey’s daughter,” Hilton counters. Liza certainly doesn’t know how to define herself without Huey. She’s never thought to try, never even wanted to. One of her vessels is an amateur psychologist and so she knows it isn’t exactly healthy to cling so tenaciously to her father—that she could stunt herself, never to grow up properly. But she’s shared her consciousness with adult women since before she was out of diapers. Growing up properly is relative; either that, or it’s completely meaningless to her.

“Miss Chané is his daughter as well,” Sham points out. “She’s living her own life.”

Liza feels something curious twist in her chest. She remembers the concern in her older sister’s eyes, the dogged way in which she shows care for Liza even when Liza is snotty in return. She remembers the way Chané’s eyes look when she turns them towards her fiancé, and she knows exactly why she used to hate that.

“My sister is a different person from me,” she says, and she won’t admit to Sham that she’s ever wondered how to be more like Chané. She has to keep that secret. She catches herself thinking sometimes that Chané got out earlier than she did, like she’s describing an escape from prison. And in her heart of hearts—wherever that might be, physically speaking—she knows what she means by that.

She can’t make the thought go away.

“I’m leaving,” she mutters through the vessel that is with Sham, and hops off his couch.

“All right.” Sham’s face softens for a moment. “Why don’t you let my granddaughter stay for a bit? It’s been a while since they’ve visited.”

“Do they care?” Liza asks. The question means Do they still exist to care?, and Sham only shrugs, as uncertain of that answer as she is.

Liza turns her attention away from that vessel anyway, letting herself be only distantly aware of the way her vessel conversed with Sham’s like the old man and his granddaughter that they were. In her own apartment, she tucks the vial back into its cushioned box, closes it, and tapes it shut. She puts it into the Lemures’ safe, locks it up, and wonders if Chané wouldn’t mind helping her find a nice painting to hang in front of it. And a few more paintings for the rest of the apartment, as camouflage.

And across the city, Annie excuses herself from work early and makes her way to Firo’s casino. It’s a quiet afternoon, so he sees her come in and emerges from the office.

“Everything alright, Annie?”

She winds her hands into her skirts, suddenly tongue-tied. “Yeah. Just wanted to come say hi,” she says, and it’s not quite the truth but Liza doesn’t know what she wants or why she’s come here. She just knows that Firo is always kind and respectful to her, even if she still isn’t used to dealing with that.

“You wanna sit in the office?”

She does. He shows her into the office and she takes a seat, glancing around with interest but not too much interest. Firo turns back to whatever he was doing before she arrived, and she looks down at her hands.

After a moment, Firo lifts his head. “You okay?” he asks. This time, he doesn’t append Annie’s name to the question, but nor does he presume to add Liza’s. Liza takes a deep breath and then exhales, through both her own body and Annie’s, and really gives the question some thought.

“I think I’m gonna be,” she says at last, and she doesn’t know what that looks like yet, but she’ll have to have to figure it out for herself.

Street War – Chapter 1

"Gin-chan, Gin-chan!" Kagura called, jumping onto Gintoki's bed. "It's time for the street fight! Hurry, hurry!"

Underneath Kagura was a very tired Gintoki, cocooned within his blankets and very much not up for any fighting. He groaned, shifting so that he could lie on his side. His movement threw Kagura off balance and she quickly jumped off his bed before any damage could be done, landing lightly onto the carpeted floor. Pouting, Kagura opted instead to nudge at the 'Gin-chan burrito' with her foot. "If you don't hurry, the Yorozuya and Shinsengumi will start fighting already and we'll miss everything!"

Managing to unentangle himself from his blanket, Gintoki gave his daughter a lazy glare and promptly laid his head back onto his pillow. He pulled the blanket up to cover his face. "Get your brother to go with you," he grumbled, his voice muffled by the blanket. "Gin-chan has some sleeping to do." "But it's only eleven!" "At night – most people are asleep already." "Yeah, but we aren't 'most people'!" Feeling a little annoyed at the lack of response from Gintoki, Kagura dragged the covers off his body and threw them into the corner of his room. "Now, hurry up!"

Finally relenting, Gintoki managed to peel his body off the mattress and walked over to Kagura. With both affection and irritation, Gintoki ruffled her hair and earned himself an indignant look. Man, she was much cuter nine years ago when she wasn't acting like a bratty teenager. Sighing, he walked over to his closet to find a shirt to throw over his bare chest. He decided that the residents of the night could deal with his slept-in, tracksuit pants. "Like I said, can't you just get Kamui to go with you?" Gintoki tried one more time. Maybe I can go back to sleep… "No way!" was the response he received. "It's my very first gang fight and I want you to come with me!"

With that, Gintoki quickly slipped a grey shirt on and was pulled by Kagura out of the house. She had told him that he had taken too long to wake up and Kamui had ended up heading on over to the meeting place with Takasugi a little earlier. As they walked and Kagura chatted up enough conversation for the both of them, Gintoki absentmindedly let his mind drift to the upcoming gang fight. The Yorozuya and the Shinsengumi had these fights every so often. They weren't anything too serious – no death matches or the like. Just a bit of beating and bruising. He found out quite early into his parenting career that Kamui had a mean right hook and a mean everything-else. His kicks could easily break bone, glass would shatter if he let his grip become too strong, and that was not even the half of it. Though he was initially against allowing Kamui to join the street fights, the younger boy's persistence eventually won out. Thus, at the age of ten, Kamui became the youngest member of the Yorozuya.

After her brother had joined, Kagura insisted that Gintoki let her in as well. He was not surprised to find out that she shared the same monstrous strength that her brother had. However, he was much more hesitant to let Kagura join in on the brawl. He was not sure if it was a paternal instinct for his daughter, but he knew he definitely did not want her to get hurt even if she was likely stronger than most of the men in the two gangs. Initially, he was able to put it off for two years – telling her she could join when she was ten years old just like her brother. Then, nine years passed where she seemingly forgot about her request to join. However, when Kagura turned sixteen, she began pestering Gintoki, once again, to join the Yorozuya. It seemed that she had spent those nine years training her fighting skills against her brother. "Now, there's absolutely no way you can say no to me joining!" he remembered her saying.

Begrudgingly, he had allowed her to join. This fight would be her first one and he supposed that he could work up the motivation to watch over her. He wasn't looking forward to seeing Hijikata, though. The guy had a really strong hatred for Gintoki and their fights together usually ended in more broken bones than bruises. I guess I'll just deal with him when the time comes. "Ah, Gin-chan! Look, I can see the gangs already. Let's hurry, I think they've started!" Kagura quickly ran towards the crowd of people and, indeed, the two gangs had already started fighting. Gintoki could see the members of his Yorozuya squaring off against a couple of the members of Hijikata's Shinsengumi. Some members used improvised weapons whilst others fought with their bare hands. It was an unspoken rule that no-one was to use lethal weapons and, for the years that the two gangs have been fighting, everyone had respected that rule.

As Gintoki rushed to catch up to Kagura – who was racing through the violence with a spring in her step – he wearily noted that the only person stupid enough to fight on their own would be his own kid. Kamui fought like a beast and was easily tackling a battle against a group of Shinsengumi without any backup. He's gonna get himself killed, one day. Gintoki shook his head. The other, smarter members of the gangs would usually fight in a group in order to help one another out. At the very least, the members would fight in pairs. Only the leaders of the gangs would fight individually as their fights usually ended up being one-on-one fights. Noticing his stare, Kamui turned from his adversaries and gave a cheery wave. "Hey, Gintoki! Oh, and I see you've brought my little sister today, hm?" "More like she brought me…" "Ah, I suppose that would be right," Kamui thought aloud, nonchalantly dodging a kick that was aimed at his head. "Take care of her for me, would ya?" "Will do."

With that, the cheery grin on Kamui's face morphed into a sadistic one as he turned his attention back to the Shinsengumi members at his neck. Giving him one final look, Gintoki ran off once more only to find Kagura locked in a heated battle with a boy he did not recognise. Hm? Did the Shinsengumi bring in a new member, too? Edging closer, Gintoki was about to lend a hand in Kagura's fight when he saw a rock being thrown his way. Quickly, he pulled out the iron pipe that was strapped to his pant leg and swung at the rock, blasting it to pieces. "Keep out of this one, Sakata." Gintoki turned his head to find a lethargic Hijikata slowly make his way over to where Gintoki was standing. "If you want someone to play with, I'll play with you." "Hmph, it doesn't look like you're too into it today, either," Gintoki remarked. "Yeah, well, Sougo's been coming at me all day, saying that he's 'bored' and 'has nothing to do'." He let out a long, defeated sigh. "Eventually, I let him come to this street fight. Don't interfere, though – he hates it when people get in his way." "You have my condolences." "Shut up, I don't need any of your condolences."

Gintoki looked away from his so-called 'rival' and glanced at the boy who was brawling with Kagura. Surprisingly, he appeared to be keeping up rather well. Kagura's fighting abilities were nothing to scoff at and even her brother needed to put in a bit of effort when training her. The two appeared to be exchanging some form of conversation, though Gintoki was sure that the contents of said conversation were absolutely not kid friendly. Where on Earth did she get that foul mouth of hers from? A few moments of solemn thought later, Gintoki answered his own question. Ah. That'd be me.

Directing his attention back to brunet, he took a good look at the boy's face. He judged him to be only a little older than Kagura – quite likely around the same age as Kamui. Then, it clicked. "So this is the Okita Sougo kid that you picked up about a decade ago?" "You say it like I picked a dog off the streets," Hijikata grunted. "Ah, right. That'd be me, I did that." Hijikata turned to look at the duelling duo. "So, that there's your other kid? Sakata Kagura, huh?" His words gave Gintoki a moment of pride. "That's right," he stated jovially. "She's one hell of a fighter, ain't she?" "Yeah? Well I'm sure Sougo will teach her a thing or two." "What'd you say?!" The two pulled out their weapons and, with the grace of two lions, promptly attacked one another, leaving Sougo and Kagura unwatched.

Dodging an incoming kick from Sougo and crouching low to get a roundhouse kick on him, Kagura was starting to feel a bit miffed. It should not be taking her this long to knock out an opponent, especially someone who looked barely any older than her. She gritted her teeth and put every ounce of strength she had into blowing his shin to smithereens. Unfortunately, Sougo had also been aiming a kick her way and the two ended up smashing their shins together. Upon impact, a string of expletives rushed out of both Kagura and Sougo's mouths.

Glaring at one another, Kagura and Sougo both slowly stood up, each favouring their right leg. "You stupid idiot!" Kagura yelled. "You were meant to stand still and let me break your leg!" "Hah?" Sougo growled, slowly sliding his right leg back to enter a battle stance. "Just how stupid are you?" "Who're you calling stupid?! You idiot!" "Christ, for being the Yorozuya boss' daughter, you sure are dumb." At his last statement, Kagura growled before leaping back into action and socking him one in the jaw. A little surprised at the speed of her movement, considering her prior impact with his shin, Sougo was caught off guard. His lack of defence allowed Kagura an extra two hits before he managed to fling a rock that was lying on the ground into her eye. Their battering and bruising continued for a couple more minutes before a shout could be heard from the outskirts of the gang fight.

"Scram, guys! The coppers are coming!" No further instruction was needed from either gang. As quickly as the fighting had started, both gangs called a temporary truce as they fled the streets. Some hid in alleyways, others jumped on motorcycles and hightailed it out of the locale as quickly as possible. Kagura took one last look at Sougo before elbowing him in the side, following her brother home. Doubled over, Sougo cursed at Kagura before backing away alongside his fellow gang members.

When Kagura made it home with Gintoki and Kamui, she quickly raided the cupboards for a packet of sukonbu and jumped onto their couch. "Who the heck did that guy think he is?!" she shouted, tearing open the sukonbu packaging and popping a piece into her mouth. "Look at what he did to my beautiful face!" "Hm, he really got you, didn't he?" Kamui leaned over the back of the couch, looking over Kagura's arms and legs. "That shin of yours doesn't look too good." Kagura gave her brother a look before waving it off. "It'll heal with a quick nap, you should know that." Her eyes quickly grew angry again. "But that guy…! Who was he?! Next time I see him, I'll give him more than a bruised shin!"

Walking out of the kitchen and into their living room, Gintoki slowly sat down onto the armrest of their couch. "His name is Okita Sougo," he lazily explained. "Kind of funny, actually. He was taken in by the Shinsengumi's leader, that mayo-freak Hijikata, around the same time I got saddled with you two brats." "Aw, Gintoki," Kamui crooned. "You love us so much." "Sometimes I wish I didn't," Gintoki sighed, taking a swig from his bottle of strawberry milk. "Anyways, your backstories are pretty similar. One of those coincidental parallels, if you will. I would've thought you'd be friends, but I guess not"

Kagura jumped off the couch, having finished her sukonbu, and deftly threw her empty packet of sukonbu into the kitchen bin. That stupid sadist. What a copycat.

Sougo, momentarily forgetting the heavy bruising covering his body, jumped straight into his bed the moment he got back to his shared apartment with Hijikata. His actions brought immediate regret. Ugh, that stupid China girl. What are her fists made of? Rocks? He rubbed at his arms – hoping to massage away his pain but only managing to further his discomfort. Probably. After all, her brain is definitely made of them. He smirked at his own joke and decided he would need to remember it for the next time he met with her.

"Whoa, Sougo!" Hijikata, having needed to speak with a couple of Shinsengumi members, had only just arrived home. Leaning on Sougo's bedroom doorframe, he eyed Sougo's bruised face. "I knew you were getting beat but I didn't know you were getting beat." Sougo was arguably one of the best fighters within the Shinsengumi. He had been training from a young age against Hijikata and Kondo Isao, and his experience with fighting was as high as they come. As much as he hated to admit it, Hijikata knew that even he might not be able to tough it out against Sougo in an all-out battle. So, for Sougo to have been beaten so badly said a lot about his opponent. "I guess that kid of the stupid perm-head's is pretty good, huh?"

Sougo could only scoff as he sat up in bed and removed his shirt, revealing that the damage done to him as a result of his fight with Kagura was not limited to only the exposed areas of his body. He was sure that he could feel a bruised rib or two. This shin is definitely gonna cause me some problems, too. He groaned and fished out the first aid kit that lay underneath his bed, slowly applying a few compresses and creams to his wounds. "I don't think the Yorozuya boss has a daughter," Sougo drawled. "He has some kind of monster." "Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you're in better shape, soon. School's starting tomorrow, remember?" Sougo flinched and turned to his calendar. Shit.

Authors Note

Phew, so this one came pretty soon after the prologue, didn't it? I can assure you that new updates after this one won't be as fast. Oh, and before anyone gets the wrong idea – this isn't a 3Z-verse fanfiction. They are going to high school, but it isn't the 3Z class. Sorry if that was what you wanted (eheh). See you next time, then!

A PRAYER JUST FOR YOU, MY DEAR KIND BOAZ, PARTNER FOR LIFE, THANK GODHEAD, FOR ANSWERED PRAYERS, AND REMAINING VERY FAITHFUL TO GOD’S HEART, NOT MAKING THINGS (MATERIALS EVERYTHING), BUT FOLLOWING MY DEARLY PRECIOUS, ELDER BROTHER SWEET- SMELLING SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST MY LORD AND SAVIOR{MAKING YOU MY ALL IN ALL, IN EVERYDAY LIFE, AMEN!!!! GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST OF PRAISE, AMEN, AND AMEN. THANK GOD FOR EVERYTHING, ALWAYS, AND FOREVER AMEN!

⛴️Annyeong, Everyone, I Hope Everyone, Is Having A Very Lovely And Peaceful Week, THANK GOD! Hopefully You All Will Take The Time, To Read The Holy Bible For Yourselves, Because Honestly Speaking Only From My Personal Life Experience, It Sincerely, Brings Love, Peace, And Joy To My Soul, Because This Is What I've Learned Through My Challenges, Or Trials Of Life, ONLY GOD KNOWS WHERE YOU ARE MENTALLY,PHYSICALLY, AND SPIRITUALLY, I THIS WORLD! AND SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE FROM THE THINGS I'VE BEEN THROUGH IN THIS WORLD, THE DAYS WE LIVE, RIGHT NOW YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO BE DECEIVE, BY NO MAN OR NO THING, I KNOW THAT SO MANY THINGS SOUND LIKE SUCH A GOOD THING, BUT I WOULD RECOMMEND EVERYONE THAT'S AROUND THE WORLD YOU ALL NEED TO SHARPEN YOUR DISCERNMENT, BECAUSE THE VERY PROBLEM IN THIS WORLD WE TRULY HAVE, IS FITTING IN!!!! WHAT IN THE HOCKEY ARE YOU ALL DOING, IN GENESIS 1 IT CLEARLY STATED THE DIFFERENCE OF LIGHT/ OR DARK, THEN WHEN JESUS CHRIST CAME HE TOLD YOU ALL IN MATTHEW 6 SERVE GOD OR MAMMOTH!!!! OUR ELDER BROTHER JESUS CHRIST TOLD US, 1.WE ARE IN THE WORLD, BUT NOT OF THE WORLD. AND  THE 2. JESUS CHRIST TOLD THE RELIGIOUS PEOPLE HIS FAMILY, WAS THE ONES WHO DO THE WILL OF THE FATHER. 3 IN MATTHEW 10 OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST TOLD YOU ALL DON'T FEAR MAN, FEAR HIM{GOD} WHO HAS THE POWER THE TO DESTROY BOTH THE BODY AND SOUL IN HELL!!!! YOU ALL ARE BEING VERY TOO DISOBEDIENT FOR ME, THEN WANTS TO ASK ME ALL TYPES OF DUMBASS QUESTIONS THESE DAYS, HEY PRESIDENT TRUMP, I FEEL LIKE BEING VERY TRUTHFUL{TELLING MORE NOW THAN EVER BEFORE ON EVERYBODY, CAUSE FATHER GOD SHOWED AND TOLD ME WHO WAS WICKED, AND WHO WAS RIGHTEOUS IN THIS WORLD WE LIVE IN} THESE DAYS ANYWAY, CAUSE I'VE HAD IT WITH THESE DAMN FUNKY BASTARD WEEDS, AND TARES, YOU MIGHT NEED TO TO SOME REAL INVESTIGATION ON THESE CROOKED ASS COPS, AND AMBULANCE, CAUSE THROUGH THE YEARS OF MY LIFE LIVING IN AMERICA, SHOOO, PEOPLE ARE MORE CROOKED, AND WICKED, SNEAKY DECEITFUL AND FUNKY ALL IN 1. HOW IN THE HELL, DO YOU ASK AN AMERICA CITIZEN, HAVE THEY HAD SOME DRUGS, WHEN YALL DUMBASS, MADE THIS STUFF OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO BUY IT TO DAMAGE THEIR HEALTH EVEN MORE, THEN WANT TO TURN AROUND TALKING ABOUT HELP US STOP THE SMOKING!!! DAMN YOUR DUMBASS, I KNEW IT YALL DUMBASS DIDN'T GRADUATE, YALL WHERE THOSE DAMN KIDS THOSE TEACHERS JUST PUT A PASSING GRADE JUST TO GET YOUR ASS, OUT OF THEIR CLASSROOM, WHILE US REAL, OBEDIENT CHILDREN OF GOD, DEALT WITH THOSE DAMN WICKED AS HELL {HELLION TEACHERS, WHO FAVORED THE DEVIOUS ASS CHILDREN, AND LIED ON THE RIGHTEOUS CHILDREN} HOW I KNOW CAUSE WHEN I TALKED TO A PRESIDENT WE HAD THAT WAS MIXED WITH ISRAEL, AND HE HAD AN ITALIAN NAME, HE SAID YOU ARE NOT A DUMB CHILD, WHAT HAPPENED, THIS MAN DIDN'T KNOW ME VERY LONG BUT THAT GUY STUDY MY POSTURE, IN SCHOOL HE SAID YOU ARE A YOUNG BUSINESS GIRL, CAUSE HE DISCERNED THE WAY I TALKED, I WAS IN 3RD GRADE! I'VE ALWAYS HATED THE ARROGANCE OF PEOPLE, BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS THOUGHT THEY COULD TRY, TO CONTROL YOU!!! THAT KIND OF NATURE I'VE ALWAYS DESPISED AND ALWAYS WILL, GOD DOES NOT TRY OR FORCE NO ONE TO DO ANYTHING THEY DON'T WANT TO DO. WHAT IN THE HELL, MAKE YOU ALL THINK THAT JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR AGE, STATUS, OR TITLE GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO OPPOSE GOD'S WORD, AND TRY TO MANIPULATE ANOTHER HUMAN BEING, JUST BECAUSE YOUR ASS DON'T WANT TO DO NOTHING BUT GET MONEY, THAT'S NOT YOURS, OR GET SOMEONE THAT'S NOT YOURS!  YOU ALL ARE GOING TO HELL, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE MASTERED, THAT COVETOUS CREW NATURE, WE WARNED YOUR KIND A LONG TIME AGO, IF YOU MASTERED THAT DAMN BASTARD SIDE WAYS, YOU WHERE GOING TO HELL!!!!  EVEN THOUGH I'M HIS BABY, AND I CRIED, BECAUSE THE REAL TRUTH IS THE LAST TIME I SAW MY DAD WAS IN 2004 IN THE HOSPITAL, AND I'LL NEVER FORGET THAT MOMENT, BECAUSE THE ROOM FELT SO VERY SAD, BECAUSE I KNEW THEN THAT GOD TOLD ME HE FOUND OUT, EVERYTHING, AND IT HURTED ME TERRIBLY BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH, I DIDN'T SAY MUCH TO MY DAD FROM TIME TO TIME, I LOVED THAT TRUE PROPHETIC HOLY MAN OF GOD, BECAUSE HE VALUED GOD AND HIS FAMILY, I UNDERSTOOD THAT THE TEARS TOLD, AND THE EXPRESSION TOLD ME, THAT HE KNEW I WAS THAT BABY THAT WAS SO VERY MUCH LIKE HIM, IT TORE HIM UP, BECAUSE HE THOUGHT I WASN''T PAYING HIM NO ATTENTION THROUGH THE YEARS, BUT I ALWAYS WATCHED HIM, UP CLOSE, AND FAR AWAY, THEY HAD MY HEART SO VERY MUCH, THAT I WAS ANGRY AT PEOPLE AGAIN, I HAD TO RUN TO GOD AGAIN, BECAUSE DAMN, IT WAS THE SAME DAMN KIND OF PEOPLE WHO TRIFLED WITH HIS BABY BOY, HAD TRIFLED WITH HIM TO, JUST PEOPLE WITH DIFFERENT NAMES, BUT THEIR LOOKS AT ME ALWAYS TOLD AN ENEMY, OFF... YOU ALL THINK YOU HAVE ESCAPED GOD'S WRATH AND INDIGNATION, GOD WILL PUNISH YOUR WICKED ASS FOR THESE DAMN, CROOKED ASS CRIMES, THAT YOU CHOSE TO COMMIT ALL OF THESE YEARS, INCLUDING THE 4 TIMES, I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL, AND TELLING ON EVERYBODY, THAT EVER MADE ME CRY, OVERWORKED ME, AND JUST WICKEDLY WAS JUST FLAT OUT ABUSIVE, BASTARDS!!!! I WAS AN INNOCENT YOUNG WOMAN, WHO JUST TERRIBLY MISSED, HER DAD,BROTHER,AND SISTER, EVEN THOUGH I NEVER MET HER NATURALLY, BUT WHEN I DID GET TO CHILL, WITH THEM THROUGH THOSE DEADLY BATTLES, IN THE HOSPITAL, I REALIZED WE ALL REALLY LOVED ONE ANOTHER, WE JUST NEVER TOOK THE TIME TO COMMUNICATE TO, CALL,TEXT,CHAT, OR EMAIL, ONE ANOTHER TO TELL EACH OTHER, I CARE ABOUT YOU SO STAY STRONG, MY DEAR FAMILY MEMBER, BELOVED OF GOD, NO MATTER WHAT THINGS SEEM LIKE, THEY GET BETTER, AND NO DON'T LISTEN TO THOSE DAMN FOOLS, TALKING ABOUT RUNNING THROUGH LIFE, THAT'S A DAMN LIE FROM THE PIT OF HELL, DOG ON IT, SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO GO FROM WALKING WITH GOD, TO RUNNING INTO HIS ARMS, SO YOU WON'T CATCH A DAMN CASE, CAUSE THESE DAMN(HELLION =REBELLION)!!!! ALPHA AND OMEGA KNOWS THAT'S WHY HE WHOOPED HIS ASS ON THE CROSS OF CALVARY, THAT DAMN DISOBEDIENT, NATURE KEEP YOU HAVING TO STAY IN THE SHEKINA GLORY ALL DAY LONG, WITH THE STUPID QUESTIONS, THAT DAMN ARROGANT, PRIDEFUL, AND HAUGHTY, NATURE! IN ALL OF MY YEARS, I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS MUCH STUPIDNESS, IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE GOD OF THAT NATION COUNTRY, DON'T BRING YOUR ASS TO THAT COUNTRY! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR NO DAMN EXCUSES, SEE THE PROBLEM IS YOUR DAMN PARENTS FROM OUR GENERATION HAD YALL TRIFLING ASS, AND DIDN'T TRAIN YOU IN GODS WORD, AND LEFT YOUR ASS UP TO OTHER PEOPLE TO TRAIN YOU. BUT I WILL TELL ALL OF THESE DAMN SELFISH AS HELL PARENTS AROUND THE WORLD, DON''T YOU LAY YOUR ASS DOWN WITH NOBODY TILL YOUR ASS, HAVE SELF-CONTROL, MAN & WOMAN! THIS DON'T MAKE NO DAMN SENSE, POPULATED THIS WORLD WITH THESE DAMN BRATTY ASS, CHILDREN, WHO THINK THEY ARE GROWN JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE 18 & 19, LITTLE DUMMIES, YALL BETTER SIT YALL ASS DOWN, BECAUSE I TELL EVERYBODY IN THIS WORLD WHEN FATHER GOD DO SEND ME ALL AROUND THE WORLD TO PREACH SAYING THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN IS AT HAND ALWAYS, AND ABEOJI OPPA( YAHWEH &YESHUA) TELL ME TO SPEAK CERTAIN WORDS, IT'S OVER FOR ANY DAMN WEED & TARE IN THIS WORLD, YOU WILL BE SENT TO HELL, AND NO WE WON'T CRY FOR YOUR WICKED ASS!!!! ALL OF THOSE PARENT'S WHO BLAMED THEIRSELVES ON THEIR BABIES RETURNING TO FATHER GOD, BECAUSE OF SOME DAMN SNEAKY, TRAP, CRAP STUFF, DON'T LET ME CATCH YOUR DOROTHY  OF OZ & ET ASS, CAUSE YOU WILL BE SENT STRAIGHT TO WHERE YOUR FATHER OF LIES IS!!!! PEOPLE YALL, ASS BETTER STOP PUTTING THAT DAMN STOP OUT, CARMEN WAS NOT LYING ABOUT THAT WITCH INVITATION, THAT CRAP IS NOT RIGHT, BUT IT'S TRUE, AND SAD THAT YOU HAVE PEOPLE WHO REALLY ARE LIKE THIS IN THIS WORLD, BUT FATHER GOD EQUPPED ME NOT, TO FEAR THESE KINDS OF BASTARDS YALL DUMBASS, REALLY ENCOUNTERED MY TRUE NATURE OF THE HOLY FIGHTER OF LIGHT , IN THE HOSPITAL, I PRETENDED TO BE OUT OF IT, SO IT BOUGHT ME SOME TIME TO TELL FATHER GOD EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE! SO I'VE BEEN FATHER GOD INVESTIGATOR OF THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN ALL OF THESE YEARS,ALL JUST SO I CAN REPAY THAT DAMN BASTARD BACK FROM WHEN I WAS THAT BABY IN THAT CRIB, AND THOSE DAMN NURSES WHERE, SCARED, BECAUSE THEY SAID SHE KNOWS WHAT WE ARE TRYING TO DO TO HER!!!! I'VE ALWAYS DISCERNED THE RIGHTEOUS, FROM THE WICKED, I WAS JUST UPSET HOW PEOPLE MISTREATED MY FATHER GOD{EL ELSHADDAI}. I DIDN'T CARE ABOUT MONEY, BUT DON'T TRIFLE WITH MY FAMILY, OR I CAN PROMISE YOU THEIR WILL BE HELL TO PAY, FOR BLASPHEMING MY FATHER GOD NAME, JUST FOR SOME DAMN THINGS THAT WHERE PENNIES{MATERIAL THINGS}! THIS NO THREAT, YOU READ THE HOLY BIBLE THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN SUFFERS VIOLENCE, AND VIOLENT TAKE IT BY FORCE!!! YALL HAVE HAD ME REPEATING MYSELF THROUGH THE YEARS, SO THAT'S BEEN HEAPING SO MANY COALS OF FIRE ON THIS PREACHER DAUGHTER, AND THEN YOU HAVE BEEN PROPHET LIES, ALL AROUND THE WORLD, EVEN MORE, I TOLD FATHER GOD, I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO KNOCK YALL ASS OFF THAT PULLPIT THROUGH THE YEARS, FATHER GOD, STARTED LAUGHING, SHOOO YALL PLAY WITH FATHER GOD TOO MUCH, ONE THING I HAVE LEARNED IN THIS LIFE, WHEN I REALLY ENCOUNTERED FATHER GOD TRUE POWER ON THROUGHOUT MY YEARS OF GROWING UP, IT WAS THE BEFORE MY FIRST BATTLE IN ADULT HOOD,  "GOD STATED WHY DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, WHEN YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT TO DO!" I REPENTED SUDDENLY,  BUT THEN I ALSO REALIZED, THAT PEOPLE CHOSE THE PATHS THEY WALK IN THIS WORLD, WE ARE NOT THE BLAME, FOR THE CHOICE, THAT THOSE WHO DISOBEY GOD, HAS CHOSEN NOT TO BE BLESSED, BUT CURSED FOR ALL ETERNITY! DEUTERONOMY 28 TOLD EVERYONE, ABOUT BLESSING OR CURSING! GALATIANS 5 FLESH OR SPIRIT! IT WAS A LIE FROM THE PIT OF HELL, AIN'T NO DAMN BOTH EITHER IT'S ONE OR THE OTHER JUST LIKE ALL THROUGHOUT THE HOLY BIBLE, IT TELLS, AND ACTUALLY SHOW YOU ALL, WHO IN LIFE IS LIKE SOMEBODY IN THE HOLY BIBLE!!!! I SUGGEST YOU ALL TAKE THE TIME, TO READ THE HOLY BIBLE AGAIN, CAUSE IT'S GOT THE VERY SAME SECRETS YALL, HAVE BEEN MISSING OUT ON, CAUSE OF YOU WHERE IN THE CHURCH OF LIES(HURT CHURCH). THE CHURCH OF TRUTH(HEALING CHURCH)! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS! THIS WAS THE VERY LAST CONVERSATION GENTLE HEART AND I SPOKE ON THAT LAST SUNDAY PRIOR TO MY DEAR, VERY PRECIOUS HOMIE, COOL SKILLFUL TWIN, PARTNER IN GAMES RICO,RETURNING TO FATHER GOD, I DIDN'T THINK OF IT BACK THEN, BUT I TOLD HIM, THAT DAMN BASTARD, BETTER NOT HAVE NO CHURCH'S HE BUST OUT LAUGHING, BUT I WAS SO VERY SERIOUS, CAUSE I KNEW THEN IF HE HAD CHURCH'S THAT WOULD MEAN PEOPLE, FORGOT GOD ON PURPOSE, TO MAKE THINGS ALL ABOUT THEIRSELVES!!!! WELL, WELL, WELL, IT'S TRUE MY HOLY, GREAT, AND POWERFUL KING OF GLORY" HEY YO ALPHA AND OMEGA, IT'S TRUE, THEY CHOSE TO BECOME IDOLS YOU ALL!!!! I THOUGHT THAT BACK IN 2015, BUT I SAID I HOPE THIS IS WRONG FATHER GOD, I KNOW THEY DIDN'T USE YOUR GIFTS AND TALENTS YOU GAVE THEM TO BECOME IDOLS!!!! AND IT'S TRUE, KINGDOM OF HEAVEN, MY RESEARCH I'VE COMPLETED, OH DEAR HEAVENLY FATHER GOD, WORDS, CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW, YOU TRULY FEEL THESE, DAYS, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS VERY BETRAYAL OF SOME OF MANKIND, THEY REALLY, WILL SEE, AND FEEL YOUR WRATH, JUDGMENT AND PUNISHMENT ON THEIR WICKED SOULS, OH MR. PATIENT ONE, BOAZ HEAR ME GOOD AND CLEAR, DISCERN WHAT I'M ABOUT TO SPEAK OF WHOEVER, IS OF THE COVETOUS CREW YOU TOO, HAVE TO GET AWAY, FROM THAT VERY KIND, I'M CERTAIN OF FATHER'S HEART, I KNOW MY DAD'S HEART MORE THAN ANYONE ON THIS EARTH, BECAUSE GOD GAVE MY PARENT'S MY NAME PERSONALLY, SO I COULD NEVER EVER TELL A LIE, OR DO ANYTHING GOD HATES, BECAUSE I'M HONESTLY CONNECTED TO FATHER GOD, I'VE ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE, GOD DID THIS FOR ME, SO THAT I DIDN'T FEEL ALONE IN THIS WORLD, FOR SO LONG I WAS MISTREATED, BECAUSE I HUNG AROUND GUYS MORE THAN GIRLS, BECAUSE THE SECURITY, OF REAL GODLY MEN, MY DAD AND MY BROTHER, THEY LOOKED OUT FOR ME, AND I LOOKED OUT FOR THEIR FINANCES, BOAZ, I PRAYED I HAD MY OWN UNIQUE COMBINATION, ON HOW TO PETITION HEAVEN EARLY, FOR WHATEVER THEY WANTED IN THIS WORLD, THEY HAD IT, ALL THEY HAD TO DO WAS AGREE, WITH ME!!!! PEOPLE YALL, HAVE BLOWN THINGS WAY OUT OF CONTROL, INSTEAD OF SHUTTING YOUR DAMN MOUTH UP, IF YOU ARE A WEED, AND A TARE!!!! THEY SHOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN HAD A TALK SHOW, OR NOTHING, NOW WE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN REPRESENTATIVES HAVE TO FIX THIS MESS, CAUSE FATHER GOD, HE'S SO VERY ANGRY, I KNOW,KNOW, KNOW HOW DANGEROUS, HIS ANGER IS HE (ALPHA AND OMEGA REALLY CAME ON A CHARIOT FOR ME, CAUSE OF AN HOSPITAL EVENT, YALL WICKED ASS ALL IN TROUBLE WITH HIS MAJESTY, EVERYBODY THAT DO REALLY FEAR GODHEAD, WHEN GOD SAY MOVE, YOU BETTER TRUCK IT, DON'T YOU LOOK BACK, AND DON'T YOUR ASS FEEL SORRY, FOR NOBODY WHO CHOSE TO DISOBEY HIS {MAJESTY =EL SHADDAI= OUR ETERNAL GOD} , DON'T SAY GOD'S DAUGHTER Elizabeth L. Smith, DIDN'T TELL YOU!!!! I PLEAD THE BLOOD OF JESUS OF NAZARETH IS AGAINST YOU LU THE FALLEN FOOL CREW, AND I THANK GOD FOR DELIVERING ME FROM THE STRIVINGS OF THE PEOPLE, AND THANK LORD GOD ALMIGHTY FOR ALL THESE THINGS, AND SERIOUSLY PATIENT ONE, BOAZ HEAR ME OUT ON THIS, MAY GOD BLESS YOU WITH DIVINE GRACE, DIVINE MERCY, DIVINE TRUTH, AND DIVINE LOVE IN EVERY SECOND,MINUTE, AND HOUR OF THE DAY MY LOVE, I TRULY, SINCERELY LOVE YOU WHOLEHEARTEDLY THAT WHAT GOD JOINS TOGETHER LET NO MAN PUT ASUNDER, GOD DESTINED US TO MEET, IN THAT ONE VERY MONTH AND ON THAT VERY DAY, BECAUSE I INQUIRED GOD, ABOUT YOU AFTER HEARING YOUR PRAYERS, YEARS AGO, I REALLY THANK GOD FOR WHAT I WENT THROUGH IN MY PAST, BECAUSE IT ULTIMATELY TAUGHT ME HOW, REALLY LOVE, YOU, NO MATTER WHERE YOU WHERE IN THIS WORLD, GOD TOLD ME TO KEEP JUST PRAYING FOR YOU, SO I PRAYED CLOCK WORK JUST FOR YOU, BECAUSE YOU HONESTLY WENT THROUGH THE THINGS I HAD BEEN, THROUGH SO I ASKED GOD, TO CHANGE ME, INSIDE OUT, SO I COULD REALLY HELP YOU ALWAYS MY DEAR, AND PRECIOUS MR. PATIENT ONE(BOAZ). JAPAN REALLY HAD A STORY SIMILAR TO OUR LIFE-STORY I'LL SHOW IT TO YOU ONE DAY, SARANGHAEYO, MI AMOR,= I LOVE YOU MY LOVE!!!! WELL, GOD IS VERY, VERY, VERY GOOD, OH HALLELUJAH, OH TESTIFY, THANK YOU FATHER GOD, I WAS ABLE TO STUDY AND MASTER ANY KIND OF LANGUAGE, I WANTED TO LEARN THROUGH THE YEARS, AND ALSO OH YEAH, ELDER BROTHER JESUS CHRIST ALPHA AND OMEGA, THANK YOU ALL FOR HELPING ME TO MASTER THESE 2 SKILLS IN LIFE{ 1)THE ART OF SILENCE  AND 2) THE ART OF WAR!!!! I TOLD THESE INFIDELS WE PIMPED THEM, FAKE ARTIST YOU ALL WILL ALWAYS, WILL BE REJECTS, BECAUSE YOUR ARROGANCE, PRIDE, HAUGHTY, AND LUST FOR MONEY, GOT YOU TRAPPED IN YOUR OWN WEB OF DECEPTION, AND THE REAL ARTIST, WHY HURT ANYMORE MISSING YOUR HOMIES & HOME GIRLS, THEY AIN'T CRYING THEY REALLY FIND THIS STUPIDNESS VERY FUNNY, THEM AND FATHER GOD, CRACK UP LAUGHING, CAUSE GOD'S KNOWS HOW HIS TRUE CHILDREN IS WHEN THEY GET FED UP, YALL MEN CAN'T TALK YALL ASS WILL GO TO JAIL, AFTER SPENDING MONEY ON A WOMAN, AND SHE CHEATED ON YOU FOR SOMEBODY ELSE CLOSE TO YOU. WAIT A MINUTE YALL YALL WOMEN CAN'T TALK NEITHER, WHEN YALL ASS IS FED UP, YALL BURN THE HOUSE DOWN! SEE THAT, AND THIS IS THE TRUE NATURE OF US TRUE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN CHILDREN, WHEN PEOPLE PUSH ALL OF OUR BUTTONS WE DIDN'T WE HAD!!! SHOOO, I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YALL REGIONAL PEOPLE, ALL THE CULTURES IN THE WORLD, HOW YOU ALL ARE FEELING, BUT I CAN TELL YOU THIS I AM ONE FROM ALL OF THE BOOKS OF THE HOLY BIBLE FROM GENESIS TO REVELATION, AND THESE DAYS, I FEEL VERY GOOD, CAUSE I FEEL JUST LIKE MY FATHER GOD, MY ELDER BROTHER JESUS CHRIST, AND MY FRIEND THE HOLY SPIRIT, WITH ALL THE ALL OF THE HOST OF HEAVEN ON MY SIDE, I FEEL LIKE A LITTLE, (RONIN WARRIORS, FATAL FURY, STREET FIGHTER, TEKKEN,PEACEKEEPERS, NEO-GEO, CONTRA, WRESTLING, NBA, NCAA,FINAL FANTASY, GUNDAM SEED, CERES,NINJA GAIDEN, BRUCE LEE, ROMEO MUST DIE, SAVE THE LAST DANCE, HIGHLANDER,ONIISHIMA, XENOSAGA,DYNASTY WARRIORS, KESSEN1&2, ROMANCE OF THE 3 KINGDOMS, BOUNCER, SHEMUNE 2, AYORI, THE BOYS OVER FLOWER,PLAYFUL KISS, LOVE RAIN, SAVE THE LAST DANCE, HONG GIL DONG, QUEEN AND I, FULL HOUSE KOREAN DRAMA OF COURSE FULL HOUSE TAKE 2 5 COMMANDMENT, TIGER GATE, KISS OF THE DRAGON!!!!! OH LORD JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH THAT'S ABOUT LITTLE OF MY COLLECTION, I WILL HAVE TO TRAVEL TO PREACH THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN IS AT HAND FOREVER, AROUND THE WORLD JUST TO KEEP MY LITTLE DONKEY(ASS) OUT OF STUFF! CAUSE GOD KNOWS I DON'T LIKE NO DAMN DUMMIES, AND NO DAMN DUMBASS QUESTIONS, THEY LIKE TO ASK PEOPLE THESE DAYS... SEND THEM ONLY THEIR OWN KIND JESUS CHRIST( KING OF GLORY ONLY TILL YOU SAY I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THEM, OH LORD I NEED TO GO BUY OUT ALL OF THE SPARKLING WELCH'S JUICE, AND SOME BUY OUT SOME FRUIT SNACK BOXES TOO, DAMN NEAR THIS IS TOO MUCH DUMBNESS, KOREA I FEEL YALL PUTTING A TOWEL ON MY HEAD EVERYDAY, AND SAY AIGOOOO,AIGOOOO, AIGOOOO, WOOOOO, SWEET SMELLING LORD JESUS CHRIST, WE NEED YOU ALWAYS, AND FOREVER, ALL THROUGHOUT OUR DAY, EVERY MOMENT, NOT A MOMENT GOES BY WITHOUT THANKING GOD FOR HAVING VERY GOOD SENSE, CAUSE THOSE DAMN ENEMIES, AIN'T GOT NO DAMN SENSE, A SENSELESS, BLIND, DEAF,DUMB, DISEASE INFESTED DUMB DOGS!!!! LOVL{ LAUGHING OUT VERY LOUD} GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS, AND FOREVER! TO GOD BE THE GLORY FOREVER, AND EVERMORE, AMEN, AND AMEN!!!! ENJOY IT'S A VERY DELIGHT TO HAVE FATHER GOD NEM WITH ME EVERYDAY, AND FOREVER, A LIFETIME YOU WITH YOU ABEOJI, FATHER GOD I'M FOREVER YOUR DAUGHTER, MY GOD,KING, SAVIOR AND LORD{YAHWEH & YESHUA- THANK YOU ALL FOR THIS FREEDOM BACK TO YOUR HEART, THE SAME WAY I WAS WHEN I WAS THAT LITTLE GIRL THAT JUST, WANTED TO SPEND TIME ALONE IN WORSHIPPING GODHEAD IN SPIRIT AND IN TRUTH! GOD'S KIDS ARE NOT BIPOLOAR , CERTIFIED DUMBASS FOOLS, WE JUST GET ANGRY BECAUSE WE WHERE PROVOKED, YOU ALL WHERE USED BY THAT DAMN FATHER OF LIES, DAMN BASTARD FALSIFIED OUR RECORDS, CLAIMING THESE DAMN LIES, AND KNEW THAT WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH US, YALL WICKED ASS WAS SUPPOSE TO LEFT US ALONE, WITH OUR FATHER GOD, SET APART TIME= WE ARE USE TO TIME WITH GOD, IF WE NEGLECT THAT, AND GET FOCUSED ON WORKING IN THE WORLD SYSTEM, WIITH THAT DAMN CREW THAT DON'T NOTHING EVEN IF A SHOE, OR BALL KNOCKED THEM UPSIDE THE THERE HEAD, THEY WOULD STILL ASK WHERE DID IT COME FROM, AND WHO?????  LORD JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH SHOO, WE NEED ALL OF OUR VACATIONS PAID OFF IN FULL, ON YALL EXPENSE, GOING ALL OUT LIKE MY BROTHER TUPAC, SAID SHOOOO, LOL NOW I GOT TO SWITCH IT UP WE BE CLUBBIN BY BROTHER ICE CUBE, WHOOPS, JESUS CHRIST SAID HIS FAMILY ARE THOSE WHO DO THE WILL OF THE FATHER, WALKING IN TRUTH, AND LIVING IN LOVE, DAILY, YALL BEEN PUNKED, AND PLAYED, A LITTLE MUSICAL CHILD, WHO KNEW HOW TO SING BEETHOVEN, AND MOZART, AND KNEW HOW TO PLAY SWAN LAKE, ON MY KEYBOARD!!!!                WE GOT YALL, FATHER GOD PLANNED EVERYTHING, AND I AGREED. WE ARE QUITE THE CREW TOGETHER, GOSAMNIDA, XIEXIE,AND ARIGATO, EVERYONE IN HEAVEN WITH GODHEAD[THANK YOU EVERYONE WITH ELOHIM HIS MAJESTY} I LEARNED ALOT FROM YOUR SERMONS, AND MUSIC, SO MUCH THAT GOD BLESSED ME TO MASTER EVERY SKILL FATHER GOD GAVE ME, TO GLORIFY KING OF GLORY FOREVER, AND EVERMORE, MUCH LOVE TO ALL, MY PEOPLES, THEIR WITH FATHER GOD, AND MUCH LOVE, TO BOAZ, AND THE REST OF THE TRUE PEOPLE OF GOD THAT'S STILL, LIVING RIGHTEOUSLY UPHOLDING GOD'S PRECEPTS DAILY, NO MATTER WHAT! GOD WILL DO THIS FOR US WHO REALLY LOVE HIM= 1 REVELATION= OF HIS LOVE FOR US. 2 RECOMPENSE= {GOD WILL MAKE SURE WE HAVE OUR INHERITANCE 3 RESTORATION= EVERYTHING YOU ALL SUFFERED THROUGH THE YEARS FATHER GOD WILL RESTORE EVERYTHING BACK TO YOU ALL, JUST ULTIMATELY HAVE FAITH IN GOD LIKE ELDER BROTHER JESUS CHRIST SAID IN MARK 11! I KNOW THINGS WHERE MESSED UP, BUT NOW WE TRULY ALL FREE TO FLY ON OUR PLANES, AND AND FLY AWAY ANYWHERE, JUST TO ENJOY GOD AND THIS LIFE, YOUR PARTNERS ARE WAITING FOR YOU ALL TO MATURE, IN MATTHEW 5 THAT LAST VERSE, DO US ALL A FAVOR AND STOP LISTENING TO THOSE DAMN RELIGIOUS PEOPLE, JESUS CHRIST TOLD US TO BE YE PERFECT AS THE FATHER IS PERFECT, IT'S IMPERATIVE MY DEAR SIBLINGS, YOU ALL HAVE TO MATURE IN GOD=PERFECT IN GOD, MEANS GOD DOESN'T HAVE TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING TO DO ANYMORE YOU WILLINGLY, KNOW BY HIS HEART, WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO FOR GOD, WE DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER TO NO MAN OR NO THING IN THIS EARTH, THEN WE ONLY HAVE TO ANSWER TO GOD, EVERYTHING WE DO, IN THIS LIFE!  THANKS TIMBALAND, R, KELLY FOR I BELIEVE I CAN FLY, AND MARIAH CAREY BUTTERFLY, I TOLD YOU ALL YOU ALL WHERE THE SAME 3 I WAS SUPPOSE TO STAY PRAYING FOR BACK THEN, JUST LAST YEAR I REMEMBERED EVERYTHING, I HOPE YOU ALL CAN FORGIVE ME, CAUSE THOSE VERY PRAYERS WHERE THE REAL ONES I PRAYED LONG AGO,TO PROTECT PEOPLE, FROM ANY OF THE ENEMY UNDERHAND TACTICS!!!! I TOLD A CUSTOMER BACK IN 2015, THE REAL CHALLENGING JOB IS BEING A TRUE MINISTER OF GOD, HE ASKED WHY DID, I SAY THAT, I TOLD, HIM, BECAUSE WHEN PEOPLE REALLY HURT PEOPLE BADLY, WE HAVE TO SERIOUSLY PULL BACK AND PRAY FOR OUR FAMILIES BREAKTHROUGH, NO MATTER WHERE THEY ARE IN THE WORLD, WE CAN FEEL YOUR PAIN, WE JUST HAVE TO LOCATE THROUGH GOD'S WORD WHICH CHILD OF GOD YOU ARE, ALL OF US HAVE TRAITS OF OUR FAMILY IN THE HOLY BIBLE, YOU JUST HAVE TO ASK FATHER GOD, WHERE SHOULD READ TO HELP GUIDE YOU THROUGH YOUR TRIAL! PRAYER IS POWERFUL, MORE THAN MONEY CAN EVER BE, YOU ALL ARE GOD'S TRUE CHILDREN STOP STALLING, STOP BEING SCARED BECAUSE OF AN FAKEY, IN THE PULPIT PUNKED YALL AWAY, WHILE WE HAVE BEEN AROUND THIS WORLD JUST LAUGHING AND CHILLING, PRAYING TO GOD TO KEEP US FROM CATCHING US CASE WITH THE DUMBASS! I'M TRULY GRATEFUL,BECAUSE I WAS ABLE TO MEET BOAZ FINALLY AFTER ALL OF THESE YEARS, AND HONESTLY MY LIFE, SERIOUSLY CHANGED WHEN GOD TOLD ME TO TAKE BETTER CARE OF MYSELF ON MY 32 BIRTHDAY, I TOOK CARE OF EVERYBODY ELSE, BUT NOT MYSELF ALL OF THESE YEARS I'VE WORKED SINCE 15, SO I'VE ALWAYS BEEN QUITE THE CEO MINDSET PERSON, AN OWNER OF WHATEVER GOD GAVE ME, TO DO I KNEW I COULD RUN IT RIGHTEOUSLY, WITH FATHER GOD HELP. I'VE ALWAYS HATED WORKING UP UNDER PEOPLE WITH THE BONDAGE MINDSET, BECAUSE THEY WOULD FAKE AS IF THEY NEEDED, HELP WITH SOMETHING AND THEN LEAVE ME STRANDED WITH MY WORK AND THEIR WORK TOO, TILL THAT LAST HOSPITAL EVENT IN 2016, GOD REMINDED ME I DIDN'T HAVE TO WORK SO VERY HARD NO MORE, FATHER GOD HAD MY HOURS, TO CHANGE BECAUSE PEOPLE, IN THEIR MANAGER POSITIONS, WHERE WICKED AS HELL, I WENT FROM=ALABAMA,ATLANTA, TO TENNESSEE, AND I REALIZED, THAT PEOPLE WHO ARE LIVING AND WALKING IN LUST NO MATTER WHAT RACE THEY ARE(OR ETHNIC THEY HAVE MEANING THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN, THEY ONLY SEE YOU ALL AS A MONEY TICKET AND WHAT'S WORSE THEY WANT YOU TO BETRAY GOD, TO DISOBEY RIGHTROUSNESS=OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST. TO GO TO HELL WITH THEM, DON'T FALL FOR IT,  FATHER GOD TOLD ME THIS REALITY WHEN I QUESTIONED, WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO MY,BROTHER, SISTER, AND DAD! I LEARNED THE TRUTH ABOUT EVERYTHING FROM FATHER GOD, CAUSE I WAS CONCERNED FOR MY BOAZ, BECAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DAD, AND BROTHER, SO I SEARCHED THE SCRIPTURES, STUDY DID WHATEVER I HAD TO DO, ON MY END JUST TO PROTECT, MY KIND,PATIENT, AND VERY DEAR PARTNER BOAZ!!! I DIDN'T WANT HIM(BOAZ), TO FEEL LIKE THEY FELT THROUGH THE YEARS, SO I FOCUSED EVERYTHING ON GOD, EVEN THOUGH I WORKED IN THE WORLD, I STILL MADE SURE FATHER GOD STAYED FIRST NO MATTER, WHAT MY PROMISE IS MY OATH TO GOD, AND THAT I VALUE GOD, MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD! SO NO I'M NOT LIKE YOU ALL AT ALL, I'M JUST THE DAUGHTER OF GOD AKA= LIZZY, NO FAKE, I'M THE ORIGINAL CHILD OF THE KING, WHO RULES AND REIGN OVER ALL THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!!! YOU ALL HAVE MESSED UP BIG TIME, FOR FATHER GOD TO HAVE ME TO STEP ON THE SCENE!!!!! NO BODY, AND AND I MEAN NO BODY, MESS WITH MY HEAVENLY FATHER GOD NAME, AND THINK YOU HAVE ESCAPED, HELL NO, I'M THAT QUEEN, FATHER HAS HAD WATCHING AND OBSERVING EVERYTHING EVERYONE, HAS BEEN DOING THROUGH THE YEARS! LIGHT CONQUERS DARKNESS, ALWAYS, SO LET'S SEE, WHO WILL PAY FOR THESE, CRIMES, AND THIS JEALOUSY, AND ENVYING YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WALKING IN ALL OF THESE YEARS, FAKING LIKE YOU WHERE OF THE LIGHT, AND YOU WHERE OF THE DARK THE WHOLE TIME! WATCH THIS BOAZ NEM!!! THE TRUTH ALWAYS WINS,, OVER THE LIARS!!!! GLORY TO GOD FOR TEACHING ME DAILY, AND ALWAYS, ALL GLORY GOES TO YOU MY KING OF GLORY, FOREVER, AND EREVRMORE, AMEN AND AMEN!!!🍓🎎😄🛫