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Tomodachi Life Mii Dump

A bit different than my usual posting but feel free to take these Miis for yourself. I just evicted half of the residents from my island, who had almost filled up the entire building. It's why I don't make OCs. They can be edited in case you want to change some features. May add more codes to this post some other time.

Concert Hall Song Collection

Might as well turn this into another masterpost. Note that some songs are character-specific.

Metal

Ass on Fire

Somebody come help・My ass is on fire・It’s burning like hell・I drop to my knees・Don’t know how to roll・So I stop and・Let the flames eat my ass・Until all’s left is ash

It’s Not Great To Be King

It’s not great to be king・When your knights are complete dumb asses・Like what the fuck?・Can this get any worse?・This is why I’m going to・Execute them・I am too proud for this・Worthless boy band shit

Threat Level Egg

Oh my god what just happened?!・The almighty Beast King got martyred!・It's that bald dude・What the hell is he?!!・I'll just dig myself・out of this horror.・I hope he won't find me・and martyr me too.

Pop

Beaky Chibi (Djehuty)

I judge people・That's what I do・I'm pretty good at it・The book says we need to play nice・But bawkak!・Who listens to・the book, am I right?・I make things go BOOM!・Boom boom boom! Pew pew pew!・Nun deez fools know how to have a gud time・Do you want some buk?

Mr. Saddlebags

Di de di da・Di de doe doe・Di ba di de doe・Di de de di de doe day・That's it!・Yeehaw! Ha!・Ha! Here we go!・Di ba di de doe・Di de di da di de doe・Di de de di de de doe day・That's all there is to it!

Salad Bar (Sutekh)

I love eating・tossed salads・with their leafy goodness.・Yeah yeah you know that it's true!・Yummy!・Oh my I love eating greens・especially lettuce・although this dressing tastes weird.・WAIT A MINUTE, THAT'S NOT SALAD DRESSING!・HERU, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

Young Beauty

How do I look?・Yes, I'm rich!・Watch and learn!・Aren't you an adorable thing・Darling・You're not ready・For what you are about to face・I give the orders!・Keep young and beautiful・Forbidden fruit's the most tempting...・Victory looks good on me!

Rock & Roll

Freedom Retriever (Anpu)

You lookin' for・some freedom kid?・Let's light 'em up!・It's so glorious!・Rockets red glare.・Bombs burstin' in air!・The bigger they are・The harder they fall・Freedom never dies・Stars and stripes forever!

Return The Slab

The Man in Gauze・The Man in Gauze・King Ramses・He’s no Santa Claus・Return The Slab・Or I send the curses・First comes the flood・Then plays my song・No stoppin’ these locusts・Until you return my damn slab!

Trash

Taking the trash・Out to the dumps・It stinks like ass・Out in the dumps・Debris starts driftin'・Scraps start scatterin'・Rubbish starts rollin'・Garbage starts gatherin'・Get out the way・Lest the trash thrashes you down

Rap

Heavy Hitter (Anpu)

Everyday's a hustle!・My life's a bustle!・Only one man leaves this ring!・Get knocked out.・I ain't done yet・You started this fool.・This hood ain't safe!・Yo momma so ugly・She turn Medusa to stone・Them streets are dangerous・Gotta keep up these gains・Keep on keepin' on・Nothing two fists can't take!

Sandstorm (Sutekh)

Run them thru, run them thru・My wrath is unleashed・Face the crushing sands・Do you feel that?・The sands stirring・To stand against me・is to stand against the sands・Through chaos and strife・The strong survive・I see the path ahead!・The age of Set's begun!・My power’s unbounded・All hail Lord Set!

Ballad

Love, Sacrificed

If everyone saw you how I did・Maybe they too will shed tears for you・An innocent punished・for sins not of his own・If only l'd been there to halt・Your greatly undeserved demise・You'd still be here with us・Alas...・The witch has hunted you・So I'll seek her・And I'll slay her・To avenge・My love

Opera

Jackal Knight (Anpu)

I aim to serve・the royal king・I playeth well wit sword・None shall pass・I shall giveth thee a warrior’s death・Thou shalt suffer!・To hell with thee!・I shall guard my king・and realm at any cost・Charge, my brethren・Die by mine own sword!

Judgement Day (Djehuty)

I have been charged・With judging their fates・& have found them guilty・Now you die・Your day of judgement is nigh・So many names・In the dead book・Give me the bird’s-eye view・Let us do this by the book・Fight the judge of・the dead and fall

Mad Alice

You fear the truth・You live in shadows・retreat into the sterile・safety of your・own self-delusions・or risk inevitable・annihilation・If you destroy me・you destroy yourself・You'll lose yourself・forever

Techno

Death Sentence (Anpu)

With this I bring death・Come look into my eyes and・Gaze upon death itself・I must hurry・My enemies await judgement・You've been judged・Your heart weighs・heavy with greed・Now join me in the・realm of the dead・let the eternal darkness embrace you

Musical

Beauty of the Beast

Look around you there are creatures・of all sizes and shapes.・Isn't that wonderful・to behold the beauty・in even the strangest of beasts?・The beauty that ends up・becoming too much.・Nooo, take it all back!・Can't feel this way oh no・I'm hot for monsters!

K9 (Anpu)

I need everyone to stay calm・Let's bust some crooks!・All gods are equal in・the eyes of the law!・Anything you say can and will・be used against you.・Don't do the crime・if you can't do the time.・I'm too old for this.・Anyone got a donut?

The Great Circus Roast

Are you ready for the best roast・of the Cirque des Cartes?・As the circus ringleader・I am quite excited・So get ready viewers・The roast will start now・Cerebella's a whore・Feng's a flatbread・Beatrix is a bitch・Taliesin's a fuckboy

Use a Line (Confessions)

Dump the Chad and get yourself a Vlad.

#off topic #mii #tomodachi life #miitopia

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venticuliao · 1 year

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why ayaka’s role in inazuma matters

this is only in terms of the narrative of the chapter, not in her literal involvement in the storyline, but there’s a reason why she‘s the featured character in the Teyvat chapter trailer.

you can consider her an abstract parallel of Ei’s own role, she‘s the character who gives you insight into Ei’s motivations and basically what’s upholding the narrative of the chapter.

in Ayaka’s story quest, we learn about her fantasies of a regular life and how isolated she feels because of her noble position in society. people admire her and respect her from a distance, but they don’t allow themselves to get close. she‘s split between her loyalty towards her remaining family, her brother Ayato, and her own (rightfully) selfish desires.

in the quest she finds out that her mother also hid similar desires under the imaginary identity of “Tsubaki”, and never got to fulfill something as simple as attending a festival, which Ayaka decides to do herself alongside the traveler.

as this really cool analysis puts it, traveler acts as the embodiment of Ayaka’s own “Tsubaki”: they’re adventurous, unbounded by responsibilities, free. yet when Ayaka asks them, traveler chooses their sibling as the priority, something she knows she herself has to do as well.

the Farewell Dance she performs is for the desires she has to give up in order to fulfill her duty, both of filial piety and towards Inazuma as a noble part of the political class. she goes back alone afterwards, at peace with her choice.

power comes with duty, and duty comes with a sacrifice of desires.

Ayato was in a similar position when he took over the clan: he never felt genuine loyalty towards the Raiden Shogun, instead, he thought his family should only look out for themselves. however, his family was saved by Yae Miko during the Raiden Gokaden disaster, and she asked for absolute loyalty towards the archon in return, a vow Ayato himself upholds as the current clan leader to honor his family.

both Ayaka and Ayato fulfill their duty through artificial personas, a side of themselves they carefully crafted to show to the public (and the other members of the Tri Comission). Yae Miko does the same to different degrees, sometimes preseting herself as a terrifying yokai that will eat her employees at Yae publishing house if they fail to meet a deadline, sometimes as cold and distant to the shrine maidens and the people who seek her help; but she says they’re all parts of herself.

Ayaka’s Shirasagi Himegimi identity is thus a smaller projection of the allegory of Ei’s Raiden Shogun puppet: to rule, one must abandon personal desires and separate themselves from the role.

Ei’s motivations aren’t based on a personal goal, nor are they a dogmatic pursuit of an ideal; she‘s fulfilling a duty.

“character details”, the first section in a playable character’s profile, usually introduces the character —who they are, what they do, their personality, etc— but Ei’s says nothing about her as an individual. instead, it describes the identity of the people of Inazuma and their worldview in relation to their archon, an entity that comes across more as an idealized concept of a god, almost mythical in nature.

it specifically compares the figure of their archon to natural phenomena, a primordial and permanent fact of life, and specifically to things that are necessary for survival like rain or the sea.

this figure is not Ei, and it was never Makoto either. “Raiden Shogun” is only a role they fulfill, a collective set of expectations and ideals that has taken the title of Inazuma’s god. the people of Inazuma didn’t even know Makoto existed, let alone that she died, but their beliefs of what and who their archon is remains the same whether those behind it change or not.

everything that the Inazuma people believe the Almighty Raiden Shogun to be, is what Makoto and Ei tried to be for them.

the character in question is named “Raiden Shogun”, after all, not "Raiden Ei", so naturally the character details in her profile describe this figure, and not Ei herself.

the figure of the Almighty Raiden Shogun is, in this way, a duty shaped by the beliefs of the people of Inazuma. And Ei defines herself through this duty.

in Ei's second story quest, we meet the memory of some soldiers who fought against the abyssal creatures during Ei and Makoto's absence. They trust their archon will come back to aid them, and the mere sight of her before them is a reassurance that the nation will be saved.

as long as their Almighty Raiden Shogun is by their side, the people have hope for a better future.

if they were ever to find out this symbol of hope was gone, how could they keep fighting? Ei herself felt her world crumble, anguished by the threat of what time would do to her nation, and she's an all powerful god.

she didn’t lock herself in the Plane of Euthymia to mourn the death of her sister or to avoid the reality of it, she did it to ensure Inazuma would never have to confront the death of their archon, like she had to do, and to protect them from the dangers of defying the Heavenly Principles indefinitely.

to uphold the belief of the Almighty Raiden Shogun, Ei gave up everything that made her an individual: her name, her physical body, her relationships, and the possibility to experience anything outside the Plane of Euthymia.

she gives up not just her desires, but everything that makes her a person. Ei is a ruler who has become her artificial persona, sacrificing her own sense of self.

which is why Yae Miko tells her:

Ei is not the idealized concept of a god her people believe their god to be, and condemning herself to eternal suffering isn’t worth preserving Inazuma’s physical permanence.

the change in the nation has to come both ways: ruling is a collaborative effort where both the ruler and the ruled need to intervene to make a better society, and if either party refrains from collaborating they will be stuck.

i think what this chapter explores successfully is precisely authority and power, and how they have to be handled to rule.

we know it’s a necessary means for survival and justice, least someone like Kujou Takayuki use it for their own interests; and we also witness Lady Hiragi in Ayato’s story quest create her own artificial persona to put order in her clan (at the same time desisting on her marriage to Kujou Kamaji). duty should also be left behind when it becomes a burden, like we saw Kazuha do with his clan when he started his life of wandering, or else it might turn into a fruitless pursuit, like the cursed sword from his story quest. characters must find the right balance.

#genshin lore #genshin impact lore #genshin analysis #this is all further supported by the social structure of tokugawa japan but #i'll just cut it here #raiden ei #kamisato ayaka

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stresseddepressed-student · 1 year

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I could never be God

I could never be God I sleep across the hall and I wake up to press my lips to your cheek I could never be God or any of His sons blessed and damned for eternity my nightmares are what I could do to you would I press your head against the alter of the absolute would I have you know wood and nails and thorns on your skull could I do any of those things? in my nightmares I would I could never be God my friend looks so pretty in the moonlight and I could never be vengeful of that And it is true, I am jealous and quite often angry but my tears only flood me and my wrath only burns my chest and I don’t wish to have the power of the mountains and no, I could never break the jaw of a bear I would think of all the virginal blood spilled in my name all the innocence lost head split on rocks thousands drowned and wonder, does a god weep? I am not God and I still grieve I could never be God I could never destroy the things I made pit them against each other in vain wish one would win and the other to be lost in sin both of them would be mine I would have made them with myself in mind and a god, a god never even hesitates Where was their unbounding unfailing grace? What of Judas and Saul and Eve all those not saved? Were they out of reach for grace? What makes them more sinner than saint? What would make them less to me— a god who saves ? I worry about the ones that understand God I worry about the ones that glorify more than His love there are choices He makes that I could never condone there are parts of Him that make Him more human than The Almighty One --or is it that we imitate, are we a more perfect reflection than we realize are there less ripples in the water than we’d like portrayed I could never be God But I’m afraid in His image I have been made

#tw religious themes #religous themes #religious poetry #original poem #poetry #poets on tumblr

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intothegenshinworld · 2 years

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Tofu Anon:

I will warn you, it’s a * L O N G * read. I spent an afternoon on it and I can proudly say that I enjoyed it.

https://imgur.com/gallery/i49iAiT

Pull up an online wheel spinner and label each of the sections by numbers 1-4. The list is as follows:

A flicker of revelation

A light of preeminence

A blaze of awakening

An inferno of supremacy.

That’ll dictate your spark points (how many powers you can afford and which), how many resources you have, what kind of godhood you possess, and your master abilities if you have inferno of supremacy.

Now, tell me. What kind of Creator are you? Essentially explain your choices

This took me so long but it was so fun!! Thank you for sending this Tofu!! :D <3

Modes of Transcendence (3)

Mythic // Architect // Dark Enlightenment // Living Image // The Secret // Godhood // Abstract // Royalty // The One // Almighty Sciences // Outsider // Inheritor

I chose Architect because of:

"Designing, maintaining, and creating vast worlds, sprawling galaxies and the organization and structures upholding the infinite timelines and multiverses."

How is that not badass? I already feel like I'm creating worlds by writing, and it honestly became my fav out of all the modes, even when others sounded more OP XD

I chose Living Image because of:

"The world is as but a dream, and you the dreamer."

Fun fact about me; I lucid dream, but I'm also a big daydreamer and most of my ideas come from either lucid dreaming or daydreaming! Being so in sync with your creator that you become one with it, sounds like something that'd happen to me.

I chose The One because of:

"You have not been chosen, but you have chosen yourself." // "You have simply become what you are and always have been meant to be."

We stan self-acceptance!!!

Goals

Conquest // Luxury // Adventure // Battle // Mastery // Benevolence // Sadism // Freedom // Enlightenment // Challenge // Normalcy // Amaranth

I was hesitating between this one and Normalcy, but the freedom to choose whatever path I pursue of abandon is nice. Honestly, I probably won’t go crazy as this one suggests one would. I’d be a lone wolf amongst the other gods. Instead of hunger for more power, I’d create worlds that I’d love till the end of time, and perhaps I’d even walk amongst my creations at one point.

Spark powers (16pt.)

I won’t name all of these CAUSE THERE ARE A LOT!! but I’ll say their name, their spark point cost, and the reason why I chose them!

Unbound (0pt)

Subtle (0pt)

I want to live amongst my creations.

Timeless (0pt)

Absolute Condition (4pt)

Gotta say, I chose this for the shapeshifting XDD

Power Architect (4pt)

Should there come a time where I need to protect myself and my worlds, the ability to turn any power into null should come in handy. No wars needed, I am the most powerful being and no one shall go against me and my fate.

Nothing (6pt)

Being able to erase anything but also being able to restore anything I’ve erased? How’s this so OP?

WELP that's 14/16 XD I also didn’t have any master spark points but those looked cool aswell ngl

Rescources (5pt)

Wealth (1) // Harems (1) // Armies (1) // Collection (1) // Megaworlds (1) // Territory (1) // Alliances (1) // Technology (1) // Sway (1) // Personal Plane (1) // Perfect Vessel (1) // Palace World (1)

I want to create as many worlds so I needed the space (territory). I also wanted Megaworlds and Palace World for the same reason, to create amazing worlds. I chose alliances cause I could use a loyal friend or two in a cosmos as big as this. Personal Plane is for some time off to myself.

Relations

"Only your Peers may be taken as Foes."

"Take 3 Allies freely, and take another 2 Allies for every Foe you choose."

"If you have taken Alliances as a resource, take 2 Allies from each individual section freely, and take another 3 Allies for every Foe you choose."

Peers (foes):

The Basilisk // Ahndria the Star Emperess // The Branded King // Nihil // Slan // The Breathing Flame // Sadaf, Queen of the Dead // The Thought // The World Dragon // Distortion Entity // Simulacrum // Lady of New Dawn

I want to fight a dragon. That’s my only reasoning. It’d look SO badass!!

"Expect a war not of physical strength, but between the real and unreal" SOLD!!

ALLIES!! (2 in each category + 6 [2 foes = 3+3])

Subordinates: (2+2)

The Emissary // The Advisor // The Attendant // The Computer // The Merchant // The Mentor // The Herald // The Consort

The Advisor would keep my worlds in check for me. What more do I need to explain?

We always need a Mentor in the heroes journey. Someone to guide me through my powers and help me become more powerful. My mentor would learn me things I didn’t know and help me control my powers.

The Herald. Someone strong by my side is always helpful. I feel like we’d start out as a boss-employer relationship but then we’d become trusted buddies. I know that the Herald would always have my back, so I can relax around them.

The Consort, cause being as powerful as this character I created must be lonely. Having a consort by my side would keep me from going insane. Everyone needs a hug now and then.

Followers: (2+3)

Poet-Prince Dkarma // Satheth the Seer // The High Priestess // The Seraph // Wayward Crusader // Empyrean Automaton // Blademaster Julian // Idian the Hermit Mystic // Princess Lily of the Manalim // Serenity the Soul Huntress

Guys, do I really need to explain how it’s useful to have someone like Satheth the Seer? Man would literally tell me if I’d win a war or not. He gives me doctor strange vibes in the way that he can see all possible outcomes and guide me through the best one.

The Seraph because they’re like my second herald but less mortal XD

I feel like it's a mentor arc but I'm the mentor for the Wayward Crusader instead.

Princess Lily of the Manalim sounds like the cutest side story but it also gives me elf vibes, and I can’t resist elf cities and such.

I mainly chose Serenity the Soul Huntress because she has great connections and could "track even the tiniest beetle across six dimensions, let alone a man".

Peers (allies): (2+1)

Freeing Nihil from her eternal bindings seems like a cool side plot AND I get an ally? LESS GOO!!

Ngl, I only chose Simulacrum cause it looked cool XD

Lady of New Dawn seems so cool. I feel like she'd be a good ally, but a morally grey one.

Organizations (gotta say I had no idea where the points went with this one XD)

"Only a competing Faction may be taken as a Threat."

"Choose one Alliance and one Membership freely, and take one additional Alliance or Membership for every Threat you take."

"If you have taken Alliances as a resource, take two Alliances, one Membership and one Leadership freely, and take either two Alliances or Memberships for every Threat you take."

Personal (Leadership 1(?))

Your Followers // Your Companions // Your Pantheon // Your Organization

"This option allows you to compile a set of companions not listed here, whether from fictional universes, your own imagination, or people from real life."

EYO WHAT? MULTIVERSE? I'm bringing all my anons and the moots with me, and for each of you your fav Genshin chara. LETS GET THIS BREAD!!

Groups (Alliances 2(?))

The Black Moth Organisation // The Walker's Guild // The Sybarite Club // The Slave Rebels // The Houses of Manalim // The Wanderers of Black Mirage

Honestly, the first sounded cool and the second sounded as if it’d come in handy.

Factions (Memberships 1(?))

The Grand Empire // The Versal Council // The Oblivion Compact // The Egregores // The Hive // The Sycophant Duality

Ventures

"What sorts of sights and wonders will your adventure contain? Choose as many as you'd like."

Ancient Wonders // Cosmic Events // Conflict // Hijinks // Strange Worlds // Forgotten Love // Romance // Journey

I just want my lovely deity OC that I created to see beauty in their existence. These things should keep them from being broody and turning grim.

WAIT A MINUTE-

MULTIPLA-

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Extra stuff:

- Is this like a rpg or smthn? Or is this from an actual game..? Either way, I had lots of fun. My guy is a bit too strong for me personally but I loved how the others were also way too OP XD I cancelled out in a good way

#Tofu Anon #✨Shiro; interactions – Tofu Anon #tag challenge #challenge #fun

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joyffree · 1 month

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Apparently, when we destroyed Hell’s sun, it kicked off a downstairs apocalypse—which was just the extra pizazz we needed in our lives.

Hellion Unbound (Hell's Fire Reborn Book 3) Reverse Harem/Why Choose by Jade Bones is Live!

So our last stand didn’t exactly work out. Now Hell has grown still, its ever-changing landscape freezing into an eerie, deathly silence, and the only thing keeping me from chucking in the towel are the three heart-achingly beautiful men at my side.

Unfortunately, they damn well know it.

As we roam Hell’s tortured landscape in search of our lost power, my three gorgeous soulmates prove time and again just how distracting they’re willing to be. Now that we’re together at last, all they want is to run off into the sunset with me and leave the world to burn.

But I can’t do that, because this fire is all my fault.

No matter how much I crave the healing touch that only my soulmates can bring me, I refuse to succumb to distraction. I won’t leave Hell to burn without a fight, even if it’s one doozy of a brawl we’re walking into.

We’ve fought our darkest selves, we’ve fought each other, and now we’re going up against the big guy, the one and only—the almighty pain in my ass, and the one I personally blame for every shitshow that’s happened to us so far.

It’s time to fight God.

#HellionUnboundReleaseBlitz #HellionUnboundJadeBones #JadeBonesNewRelease #ReleaseBlitz #NewRelease #HellsFireRebornTrilogy #TrilogyComplete #ReverseHarem #WhyChoose #MustRead #KindleUnlimited #KURomance #EnticingJourney

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bennypotter · 4 months

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Top 65 Best Church Services

Within the congregation of The Church of God in Kenosha, Wisconsin, resides a profound grasp of the Christian religion, formed by fundamental beliefs that direct its believers into spiritual growth and contentment.

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Church Services

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inthetoolbox · 4 months

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Best 91 Top Grade

Inside the community of The House of God in Kenosha, Wisconsin, lies a significant comprehension of the Christian faith, molded by core principles that direct its members into spiritual development and contentment.

Fundamental to their belief system is the idea of contrition, which is not just an deed but a state—a genuine regret for past sins and a resolute turning away from them. This contrition is seen as the first crucial step toward deliverance and justification, signifying the start of one's path in religion.

Church Services

After penitence is the notion of righteousness, described as The Lord's action of forgiveness upon sincere penitence. This heavenly mercy guides to a cycle of regeneration—a religious renewal that culminates in the "spiritual birth". This revolutionary occurrence transforms individuals new beings in Jesus and children of The Almighty, functioning as an vital prerequisite for entrance into The Kingdom of Heaven.

Afterwards, cleansing is regarded as a secondary work of mercy, targeted at purifying people from inherent sin and guiding them towards a journey of sanctity. Purity, characterized as a condition of existing unbound from transgression, becomes attainable via the process of cleansing—a recovery to the holy state intended by God before the fall of humanity.

In application, The Church of God in Kenosha, WI, highlights the value of initiation, both in terms of through water baptism and the christening of the Divine Spirit, frequently shown by speaking in an unknown language. Additionally, the congregation supports the faith in the recovery of spiritual abilities among the congregation, with these gifts serving both of individual believers and the collective body of adherents.

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Top 25 Best in Broward Movers Nearby

Within the community of The House of God in Kenosha, Wisconsin, exists a profound understanding of the Christian belief, molded by fundamental beliefs that guide its believers into spiritual advancement and fulfillment.

Fundamental to their creed is the principle of repentance, which is not just an deed but a condition—a genuine regret for past wrongdoings and a determined departure from them. This repentance is seen as the first critical step towards deliverance and justification, marking the start of one's path in religion.

Church Services

Following contrition is the idea of justification, described as God's act of forgiveness on sincere repentance. This divine mercy directs to a cycle of regeneration—a spiritual revival that culminates in the "spiritual birth". This revolutionary event turns people new creations in The Messiah and sons of The Almighty, acting as an essential condition for entry into Heaven.

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In application, The Church of God in Kenosha, Wisconsin, emphasizes the significance of christening, both of by means of water submersion and the baptism of the Holy Spirit, often evidenced by speaking in an unknown language. Moreover, the assembly supports the conviction in the restoration of spiritual abilities within the group, with these abilities aiding both of individual members and the collective group of adherents.

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In truth, The Church of God in Kenosha, WI, presents a thorough grasp of the Christian belief, highlighting tenets of contrition, righteousness, regeneration, sanctification, and sanctity. Via these core beliefs, it empowers its believers to embark on a transformative path toward spiritual maturity and contentment.

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𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖 𝗦𝗢 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗬, 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗘𝗗. the bindings are soft and firm ⸻ no amount of tugging would triumph against the neatly tied knot, but there's no need for that, safety guaranteed by trust and experience.

❝ it terrifies me what i would do for you, ❞ leon says and i reward him by a gentle squeeze on the wrist that's now tightly tied to the bars of the bed's headboard. he's precious when he speaks like that, not barking out his usual sarcastic remarks nor annoying complaints.

i still hover atop his thighs, checking neatly organized rope strings, making sure they can be unbound by a singular pull of one end of the work of art of mine. he can think of me as monstrous in my doings, but i am not a monster. not like that.

leon says he's doing it for me, except he's wrong. it's all for him. always has been.

we're nearly face - to - face. it's nice — to look down at leon whilst he's defenceless, when he lets go by his own will. agent almighty amongst government toy - soldiers putting all his trust into a harley quinn knock - off. adorable.

situated on his lap, i reach to his neck, a bite marking his flesh with the imprint of my teeth. a gentle kiss is placed upon the pained spot — i bring both suffering and salvation ⸻ i torment and bless to my liking; to my enjoyment.

betwixt the fangs of mine i trap the earlobe of his; my hands find rest atop his shoulders, claws digging into defined muscle.

❝ you're terrified of the wrong thing, ❞ i say, warm breath against his skin; a whisper of amusement. such a silly thing he is, my leon.

❝ be afraid of what i wouldn't do for you instead. ❞

prompted: it terrifies me what i would do for you. @buriedabove for leon s. kennedy.

#buriedabove #tw suggestive #verse : [ resident evil : las plagas ]#𝗩. buriedabove × the s in leon s kennedy stands for simp — doesn't it?

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For Miracles to Occur

During his personal ministry upon the earth, the Lord Jesus Christ, also known as the Word and the Savior of mankind, performed numerous miracles in the presence of many people to confirm his power as the Son of God. He continually referred to the scriptures that he had given to Old Testament prophets to write when he was the Spiritual Jehovah, and presided in Spirit-form over Adam, Noah, Abraham, Issac, Jacob, Moses, and the Hebrews, his chosen people. As the Apostle John wrote, in John 1:1-14 (NIV), "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." As Jesus repeatedly reminded his apostles of the divine promises he had made to his children from the very beginning of creation, we should also, today, remind ourselves and others of those same divine promises, and the miracles that they hold. And it would seem that the promises he repeated over and over, from the advent of Adam, would be the ones upon which we should focus and give the greatest regard. God almighty has told us, his mortal children, over 800 times in the Holy Bible, to be happy, to rejoice, and be grateful unto the Lord for the blessings that he has bestowed upon us. He has also instructed us over 1,000 times, from the Book of Genesis to the Book of Revelation, to obey his commandments without regard for the consequences imposed by other human beings who oppose us in doing so. Accompanying these prophetic admonitions and exhortations are his comforting words repeated in scripture over 365 times verbatim, and in context, not to fear when we do his will; that he will stand by our side to support and sustain us during all of our conflicts. It's good to remember the 23rd Psalm, where David, the chosen of God, sang, "… Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for though art with me… " When David had total faith in the power of the Lord God, and followed his divine instructions completely, he feared no evil, for the Lord was with him. But David fell from his close contact and dependence upon God through disobedience and loss of faith, and thereby lost his strength; as Sampson lost his strength when he disobeyed the commandments God had given him, and when he allowed himself to be beguiled and shorn by Delilah.

The promises that Jesus has made to Christians in the 21st Century are the very same promises that he made to Abraham, Moses, and David. Miracles, in this day and age, are the direct result of taking the Lord's promises seriously, trusting in his power to keep his promises, and doing the Lord's will; that is a combination of faith and obedience. Does Jesus speak to his disciples today? Of course he does, and the main thing to remember is that he can speak to us, or intervene in our lives, in any manner in which he sees fit to do it. He is the same God yesterday, today, and forever. He does not change, nor has he ever changed the doctrines and commandments he has given to his children. But he is unbound, and has no limitations. As an example, Jesus can intervene directly in our lives, as he did in the life of Saul of Tarsus, while he was on his way to Damascus, resulting in a veritable miracle, the making of the Apostle Paul, the great lion of God. Or Jesus can come to use in dreams or visions, as he did with the Apostle Peter when he was told, in no uncertain terms, that Cornelius, the gentile Roman, was to become a Christian. Hence, God has all power in heaven and on earth to make his will come to pass. The Bible says that there is one God, and that the devils know it; and because they know the reality of God, they fear him, and they tremble.

So, Jesus has commanded us to be happy and to rejoice. Why? To put it simply, he has all power to make us happy. And how do we stay happy? Simply put, by having faith in Jesus' power to deliver us from all evil and to perform miracles in over lives, and by doing his will. Yet, according to Shakespeare the bard, that is the persistent rub. While many Christians don't see the important connection between faith, works, and miracles, I believe that the Apostle James was saying something very vital to Christians when he wrote, "faith without works is dead." You see, James had clearly seen his fellow Apostle, Peter, walk on water, until Peter started fearing the waves of the stormy Sea of Galilee much more than he trusted, and had faith in, the power of Jesus to keep him walking. And James clearly remembered the Lord's admonishing words to Peter, "Oh, ye of little faith." As the turning of water into wine, by Jesus, at the marriage at Cana was a miracle, the Lord's first of many, so was Peter's brief, but sure, walk on water. It was a short-lived miracle during the time Peter had sufficient faith in the Lord. Simply put, Peter lost his faith, and sank in the water because of fear. So Peter's successful work of walking on water died when Peter's faith died. Yet, after Jesus ascended into heaven, Peter's walk with the Lord became steadfast, and the miracles that came into his life were abundant because Peter had become converted to the fact that with God all things are possible if his followers have faith and don't fear. More here a course in miracles

Many Christians, and many more unbelievers in Christ, continually wonder why they fail in accomplishing important things in their lives if there is a real God who wants all of his children to always to be happy. Some of these Christians meet with fellow Christians, every Sunday, and during that time act and talk as though they have all faith in Jesus; but when they go home and begin another busy week on Monday, their actions and behaviors don't show that they have the same enduring faith that they had professed on Sunday. Surely, only God knows the content of a person's heart and mind, but true inner faith is shown and demonstrated by a person's outward devotion to God, just as devotion to God is predicated on inner faith. As such, when bad things happen to good people, such as the lingering, painful death of a small child, or a major business failure, or the inability of a married couple to have a baby when they want one so badly, is it God's will that these unfortunate, and very sad, things happen? Or is it because of a lack of faith in God's power on the part of the believer? We are told not to judge others in such situations, but to love them, and pray that their faith in Jesus will increase. For we are promised, in no uncertain terms, that if we have the pure faith of a mustard seed, we can move mountains. Now, of course, the unbelievers will rebut this promise of God by asking, "Where was the last mountain that was moved? Surely, the answer to this sarcastic question lies completely in an understanding of God's holy will. Perhaps there has been no human purpose, or need, for the removal of a mountain; but, however, most faithless people never attribute the removal or creation of a mountain during an earthquake to the will and purpose of God. Those things for which we wish or, rather, our priorities in life, determine how we use our time and energy. Jesus knows what is best for us, even when we don't know, but pridefully think we do.

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Pt7

Her walk home wasn't a long one. Just a quick walk from the station, down the alley and then there was her house on the left. Tonight however she was later than usual and it was darker. So she was hurrying as she turned into the alley she didn't notice the movement at the other end.

She darted out of the alley and turned left. Stood there was a group of 4 men, who turned and looked at her all smiling. She froze stuttered stepped backwards into another man. He grabbed her and pushed her forwards. She resisted feet slipping on the floor until they were surrounded by the group of men. They all lifter her up and carried her down the short path infront of her house.

They took the keys from her purse and unlocked her door. They struggled through the small door and in to the living room.

They threw her onto the settee and then they pushed her face down into the fabric. Struggling to breath she let out a scream of help. She should have known her house mate wouldn't be home for another hour yet.

They pulled and teared at her light summer dress. Before long she was in just her bra and knickers. They had used the remains of her dress to tie up her hand and feet and gag her. They stepped back and took the time to clear some room in the middle of the small space. Picking up furniture and throwing it out the way and kicking smaller objects to the edges.

They lifted her up and put her on the floor whilst she laid there one of them pulled out his cock, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to be in level with it. Looking up at him pleading with him not to do it, not to make her do it. Him pulled the gag out of her mouth and before she could scream again he tried to shove his cock in her mouth. She closed her mouth and turned away. He grabbed her head turned her towards him and held her nose until she had to take a breath. Him forced himself between her open mouths she continued to struggle. She then got slapped across the face which took her breath away. She became numb to the pulling and the poking she was being passed around from cock to cock. Made to suck until they were close to cuming and then they would push her away and she would go in search of the next one. She began to hope that they would use her in more ways than just her mouth. She was getting turned on she was enjoying feeling all of their cocks throb in her throat.

She pulled up and positioned on to all fours feet and hands still bound and felt someone rub their fingers between her pussys lips. There was no resistance she was so wet. The man took full advantage and before she could register what was happening she was being fucked hard from behind. She grimaced the feeling unwanted but needed. She continued to suck every cock she could see but now being fucked as well. Her pleasure was growing she was going to cum. And just as she was about to release an almighty scream of ecstacy.....

The front door opened and in walked her house mate. She froze in the doorway not sure what she had walked into. She went to ask a question but before she could one of the men grabbed her by the throat, dragged her inside and threw her to the floor. Grabbing the now unused gag and using it on her. The men began to tie her friend up all the whilse she did nothing to help her just continued to push herself back into the cock she was currently enjoying.

Her friend looked at her scared and pleading to know what was happening. She said through short sharp breaths that it would be okay they weren't going to hurt her. They just wanted her to have some fun. They pulled her friend infront of her and pulled apart her legs. Her face was forced in to her friends pussy and with out any need for instruction she began to lick, her friend squirmed, struggled and tried to get away. But with every flick there seemed to be less resistance. Her hands were unbound and she used her hands pull her friend into her face and use her free hand to begin fingering her.

Her friends mouth was now full with one of the mens cocks and she seemed to be trying her best to get all of him in her mouth. The two girls were pulled apart and both were turned to be on all fours with a man in front and behind them. The men continued to fuck them mercilessly only allowing a few deep breaths between deep thrusts.

The girls began to feel the men speed up pulling themselves deeper into there pussies and throats then almost at once the mens cocks throbbed and the warm cum poorer into all their filled wholes. They were left there on the floor with the cum leaking out of them.

Then her man was there in the door way and her friends was just behind him. They walked in squated next to them and explained their disappointment in the girls performance. They seemed to enjoy it too much and they should remember who they belong to.

The men stood turned towards the door and just before they left they told the girls to clean each other up. The girls as instructed crawled towards each other and began to lick the cum off and out of one another. Before long they were becoming worked up again and stood, clean from the last few hours of fun and went in search of their men.

#cnc k!nk #sub/dom

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 2 years

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the unbounded comedy potential of arceus Not having been the one to yoink ingo, though. almighty sinnoh gets all done picking out its champion and giving them a Divine Speech of Inspiration and upgrading their phone and setting them up with a quest system and a place to stay and then it turns around and there’s just some fucking guy standing there

#the nemesis speaks #crack idea ingo is giratina's chosen #he still gets no directions #sometimes he has weird dreams about a big snake telling him listen go to lake verity and beat up a fairy baby. do it.#but he just ignores them bc dreams are weird like that right #giratina champion ingo

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lady-o-ren · 3 years

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NEVER WILL I LOVE THEE

CHAPTER ONE // CHAPTER TWO //

CHAPTER THREE

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The King's council room is unexpectedly small and simply furnished, solely meant for conversation and truly nothing more. Yet the crackling fire and floor to ceiling windows brings a warmth to the room, casting a burnished sheen to the gold and silvery embossed armor of the two guardsmen flanking the chamber's door.

At the heart of the room, beneath a large tapestry that hangs on the wall, is where the King of Albion sits. He's a short and stout fellow with closely cropped hair, gray as the thin smoke that spouts from the fireplace. His face is lined from the years of having to bear the weight of his title alone, with eyes the dusky color of a sable's pelt that peek from beneath his furrowed brow, searching the younger King's own for deceit just as his niece had done.

“Whyever would you come all this way just to break an engagement?” The elder man asks Jamie.

“For one, Your Grace, I think the princess would've thrown any letter from me to the fire before ever reading it, considering it an insult. And two, I didna break the engagement. I simply gave her a choice where there had been none before,” Jamie replies, his voice spiking ever so slightly with hostility that ripples down to his fingertips, tapping against the polished arm of his chair.

For he too knows what it's like to be betrayed by one's own kin.

But not all of them. . .

He glances over at his captain of the guard standing off by the high windows that overlook the water, reflecting the last glimmering brilliance of the setting sun. He catches the older man's disapproving eye narrowed at his hand. Jamie clenches it to a fist, remembering the feel of a belt against his knuckles that strapped him just hard enough to leave a red sting.\

“I'll break them bones too if I a’ve tae, laddie. All that fidgetin’ let's the other man ken all yer thinkin’. The same as screamin’. And what good will that do ye?”

And though he hasn't been punished like that since he was a lad, Jamie wouldn't put it past his guardsman to whack him with his leather scabbard right now. No matter that he's inherited a throne and can see far above that dark head of his. He'd always see him as the child he was.

Alone.

Without a mother and father.

Ripped from his sister's arms.

But Jamie knows he does so out of love sacred as the vow he'd sworn on his head as a wee babe. For the captain of his guard was also his godfather.

“Till my last breath, when my heart no longer beats, I swear tae God Almighty and yer mother above, tae keep ye from harm. Always, a bhalaich mo ghràidh.”

And Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser was a man of his word.

“But there is another matter I'm most concerned with,” Jamie continues, flicking his gaze back to King Quentin.

“Go on,” he says warily.

“Part of the agreement between you and my uncle was that your kingdom would be joined with ours in peace. It's something I'm still verra much interested in upholding and think it would be to both our benefit. "

“Our benefit.” The elder man snorts humorlessly and leans forward against the table, inlaid with florals and fish hiding between reeds.

“Your uncle said the same when he threatened to invade my land and savage my people unless I gave him my niece's hand. And I did so, not having much choice myself,” he says roughly, giving Jamie a cutting look. “It was either my people's lives or the last piece of my heart and I've paid dearly for it.”

Jamie holds his glare, unflinching. Firelight flickering across his features and thick waves of unbound hair.

“I'm not my uncle. I'm not here for yer land and I've proven I'm not here to force marriage on yer niece, even though I've been advised a union between us would've helped me a great deal better than pleading wi’ ye to take me at my word." Jamie gives a quick glance to his godfather and cocks a half grin at his barbarous scowl. He'd been very vocal when told of the broken engagement and would likely be foul tempered for their entire stay. “ I'm here to amend the reputation of my kingdom that's been tarnished by her fallen King and clear my sullied name.”

A gray feathered brow is raised in challenge.

“Your name, Red King, is spoken in the same breath as the devils. It's said you take great delight in torturing your enemies, even more so when it's the blood of innocents.”

“All lies,” Jamie says resolutely, eyes gleaming bright and true, that doesn't go unnoticed. “I've never tortured my enemies nor have I murdered an innocent. The only blood that stains my hands and soul has been spilt on the battlefield. Nothing more. And done so not out of some misguided loyalty to a King but for the sake of my sister, taken by Dúghall when she was a child barely older than I.”

The King of Albion regards him with a curious gaze that deepens the wrinkles around his eyes.

“I've heard something of that sort too. That Dúghall held your sister captive for years and it was she who poisoned him in the end. ”

“That's gossip fit for chambermaids who've no doubt fancied doing the same to many a man and worse,” Jamie retorts through a tight jaw, and is surprised when the elder man huffs a laugh from deep within his belly.

“And no one would blame them, nor your sister if true. But I do wonder,” he says, serious once more. “If one tyrant was disposed of to make way for an even crueler one.”

“If ye believe me to be as vile as others say, and I dinna think ye do, then let me prove my worth to ye as an ally, one ye sorely need, Your Grace. For I know trouble brews with your borders to the east, with the Wolverton King.”

A fraught quiet fills the air before King Quentin heaves a weighty sigh and rubs the space between his eyes straining without his spectacles.

“I think a drink is needed before we continue. What say you, King of Scotia?”

His tone is almost cordial but only faintly so, just enough for Jamie to crook a grin.

“I'd like it fine. Any whiskey perchance?”

They continue to talk for an hour more until Jamie and Murtagh are dismissed by King Quentin, needing to ponder their possible alliance and rest his tipsy mind and even more so tired eyes.

Out in the grand windowed hallway the torches have been lit along the walls that arch up into a high domed ceiling, it's intricate carvings lost in the flickering shadows. A young faced guardsman, introduced simply as Sir Jeremy, has been waiting to escort them to their private chambers for the night and ends up becoming witness to a verbal brawl.

“So what d’ye think, Ghoistidh?” Jamie asks in the gàidhlig as they walk. “Will the King join wi’ us or has our journey been for naught?”

Murtagh doesn't spare a glance nor a word, but his nostrils flare like a bee-stung bull in response.

Jamie sighs, glancing down at the white marbled floor and runs a finger down his nose. “Ah, still mad at me then. Would it make ye feel better to bash my face in wi’ yer fists?”

That gets his godfather's attention and he halts his step.

“Nothing would please me more if it meant knocking some sense intae that reckless, empty heid of yers, ye wee shite,” he growls from his scruffy black whiskers, gnarled hands gesturing his thoughts.

“Ye ken ye could'a been thrown intae the dungeon fer approaching the princess wi’out her guard or chaperone beside her. And me being yer sword and shield, I would'a been heaved in right after ye, amongst the fekkin rats and piss, begging yer mam above fer forgiveness fer strangling the bloody life outta ye.”

Jamie, used to being berated by now, simply quirks an auburn brow, mouth twitching.

“Isn't it treasonous to both threaten and insult yer King?”

Murtagh leans in, breath laced with the king's whiskey and the spiced jerky he keeps in his leather sporran.

“Hang me from the gallows then when we're back in Scotia, my King of fools,” he hawks.

But before anymore is said (before Murtagh is forced to do penance for the murder of his godson who's shoulders are shaking from stifling his laughter), the sound of a door opening has the two men turning back down the hallway where two guards have now appeared along with the princess.

“Seems we had a wee mouse listening in on us. What must she think of ye now?”

“I wonder,” says Jamie softly, switching back to the Albion tongue, and watches as the lass turns a corner, a heartbeat too far. “I think I'll ask her.”

Murtaugh stares at him as if he's lost all sense. “Ye’re naught tae speak tae her.”

“Is that an order from my guardsman to his king?” Jamie asks, knowing his godfather would be powerless to challenge his title, especially in the presence of a foreigner in their native tongue.

And he's right.

Murtaugh flicks his gaze to young Sir Jeremy, who's eyes dart nervously between the two men, and sighs. “Pardon me, my King, but it is getting late and I'd rather be sleeping in a bed t’night, no’ shackled tae a dungeon wall beside ye.”

Jamie grasps his shoulder, the whipcord muscles beneath his palm taut as a bowstring. Always primed for a fight. “I'll be only a moment, Ghoistidh.” Then says no more, his feet already propelling him forward, as Murtagh can only look on, muttering incoherently -

"Tha e na iongnadh nach deach mi liath."

The princess is still within sight when Jamie calls out to her in the quiet hallway that has her pausing to look over her shoulder, gilded in the moonlight. Still dressed for a tumble through the thistle and grass, she raises a hand for her guards to move aside as he approaches her with a hurried step, loud and eager as his heartbeat.

It had been racing since he first caught glimpse of her running between the green bracken and trees, curls whirling about her like a gale over a stormy sea. Jamie had thought her a nimble, wild thing of enchantment. The kind of tameless creature that lived only in tales of times long gone his mother and father had told him about when he was a child. And for a breath of a moment, he had wondered if this maiden had unwittingly stumbled from her own realm of faerie to his.

But then she had tripped and fallen, graceless as a newborn fawn.

Had spat out the most wicked obscenities that would've made even his godfather blush.

Yet when he held her hand in his, small and wounded like an injured dove, Jamie felt something startling, warming him like a golden ember from the breath of a firedrake down to the marrow of his bones.

And his heart . . .

"What is it King of Scotia that couldn't wait for the morrow?"

Claire asks, voice no longer bristling with the bite of a crocodile but still thickly laced with trepidation, as her guardsmen wait behind her with their halberds raised.

It's enough to make Jamie's gut plummet to his boots.

“I saw ye leave the king's chambers and came to ask if yer opinion of me has changed but I see that even from what ye heard and what we spoke about beneath the trees that ye still doubt the man I am, that I ask ye to trust.”

Her eyes fall down to her hands clasped together, the right still bound with his handkerchief, and gingerly she brushes her delicate fingertips over the fabric.

"You have given me my freedom, King of Scotia, and for that you have more heart than my former betrothed. But I still have known you far less than a day and now you're willing to pledge your loyalty to my people and king just like that, without a price."

Jamie shakes his head, eyes intent on hers. “I don't make my decisions on a whim, Your Highness. All I want is a chance to hold me heid up high and bring honor to my family name that right now only brings fear to all who hear it, as ye've proven t’day when first we spoke. And I think I can do that by shielding Albion from an enemy like yers . . . And mine."

"Yours?" Claire's eyes search his, a fearful shadow tainting their amber-gold luminescence. "You said no such thing to my uncle, that you know The Wolverton King."

Jamie draws in a hard breath, looking down at his right hand flexed between them, the skin scarred and burning with the crushing echoes from his past.

You beauty, let me hear you scream . . .

He clenches his palm shut, before saying roughly. "I've never met the King, but I've had the cruel misfortune of falling prey to his brother years ago. A man I pray ye never meet and would lay my life to keep that so. This ye must believe of me, Your Highness."

His voice whispers off at the end, feeling his heart gallop just as it did in the midst of battle, waiting for her to speak. And she does. A tentative question, hand outstretched to his.

"May I?"

Claire asks, though Jamie can't fathom why. Not after she recoiled from him earlier. But he nods, heart fluttering, as he opens his palm for her to take. For who could ever deny a princess?

He watches as her fingertips feather across his battered hand, gently tracing the jagged scars gone white as the years of violence dragged on. She grimaces at the once broken bones protruding awkwardly beneath, as if she could truly see how each crooked finger had met the brutal blow of the malicious prince.

And maybe she did.

"You were just a boy when you met him, weren't you?" She lifts her gaze, dark with shock.

"Aye," rasps Jamie, glancing down at his hand clasped between her own. "I was barely fifteen when I was ambushed by a gang of soldiers along the Wolverton borderlands. They tied me up and brought me to their Lord Commander, their prince, for interrogation and I was fool enough to think he'd simply slit my throat. Instead he crushed my hand wi' his boot and carved my back to the bloody bone like he was gutting a fish . . ."

And for all his days, Jamie would remember the pink flick of the wicked devil's tongue tasting his blood, smeared like rouge across his harsh thin mouth, parted in a lover's blissful sigh.

Jamie grits his jaw, swallowing the bitter bile rising up the straining cords of his throat, and continues.

". . . He would've done far worse to me too if not for my godfather risking his neck to save mine."

Claire tightens her grasp, instilling a steadying warmth into his palm and fingers he badly needed. "Not your uncle? Surely he must've tried to rescue you

He snorts ruefully at the princesses' appalled expression.

"He's the one that sent me to scout the border, Your Highness. Wi' no sons of his own, he thought my very existence was a threat to his and wanted me dead. Tis why he forced me to soldier for him when I was a child. The bastard couldn'a kill me himself and waited for someone else to." He then shrugs, grinning wryly. "Didn'a work like he planned though. Nor was it the first or last time he ever tried."

There was a thick curved scar along the back of his skull that could attest to that too.

"So do ye see why I'd give my right hand and more to defend ye from men like my uncle and the prince they call Black Jack? Why being compared to them, to ken ye see me in such a way, is a blight on my soul."

He sees her chest heave with unspoken breath as she circles her thumb around a knot of tissue, so very softly, as if his skin would bruise from such attentiveness.

Was it just hours before she threatened to tear him apart?

"King of Scotia . . ."

He shakes his head, voice low and heady from her ministrations.

"Jamie, Your Highness. Tis my boyhood name and ye're welcome to call me so, as the last of my kin does, please."

For the first time, Jamie sees a smile bloom on her wine kissed mouth that only adds to her loveliness that glows in the mystic light of the moon and stars, the vibrant flames of the torchlights.

"I suppose if you're to stand between me and all things grisly, a single name would be easier to call upon."

"Do ye mean that? Truly?" Jamie asks, unaware he's tugged her hand up to his chest, sparking a sudden shyness in the princess.

"There's still much to talk about between us, and with my uncle too," she hastily adds.

"Of course," he grins.

"So until the morrow then . . . Jamie."

"Until the morrow, Your Highness," he echoes back, reluctantly letting her hand fall from his.

Jamie then achingly watches her walk away, a heartbeat too far again, and slumps his shoulder against the wall. Runs a hand through his curls, down the back of his neck.

"You are a fool."

Jamie doesn't bother to turn around, merely sighs in answer to his godfather.

"Ye've fallen for a princess. Could've had that princess. But ye've gone and thrown it all away." Murtagh shakes his head, coming up beside him. “Ye're the same heartsick fool yer father was.”

Jamie huffs a laugh and glances to his side. "Do I have nothing of my mother?"

Arms across his chest, the older man looks thoughtfully at the once wee lad, his grizzled features softening as he does so.

“Tae much heart. Tae much spirit. Tae many good things that will make ye tae good of a king." He then smacks the back of the young King's head, who bunches over and lets out a yelp. "And a pain in the arse tae serve and protect. Now if yer done fawning over the lass I'd like tae get tae bed.”

But as they walk, and as Jamie rubs the bump on his head . . .

“Ye dinna think she noticed the fawning, d’ye?”

"Ye wee. . . " Murtagh reaches for the hilt of his sword just as Jamie cracks into raucous laughter, running down the hallway for dear life.

A/N:

So the first two parts have been ready since the summer. The third part has been a beast to write.

I couldn't put Claire in the beginning because she just took over the conversation and distracted Jamie way too much and I needed that place to flesh out Murtagh a bit. I also can't write more than two people in a scene so I had to push her down. But then I had a hard time writing her there. She's listened to Jamie and Lambs conversation and has definitely mellowed out off page but is still cautious towards Jamie. But I didn't know how the fuck to write that tone into her speech. I tried having Jamie joke around with her to flesh her out but after three rewrites it just didn't work. Also it's all written in Jamie's pov cause I felt overwhelmed by all the juggling I had to do and by being so deep into Jamie's thoughts and backstory. I tried mixing in Claire's pov but it was just too much and I ended up with a very stilted Claire at the end which sucks.

Anyways this is the best I could muster and I'm not happy at all about it. Mostly because I did rush through what was left to be written. My grandma is not doing well (I wrote about that in another chapter of another series) and she won't be getting better. I feel like I'm being ripped apart and a thousand other emotions that are driving me mad. But I'm trying to write to keep some semblance of sanity (it's not working). I just don't know how long I can keep doing that.

Thank you to all you readers who gave me some kind words and prayers ♥️🙏♥️

Random Info:

*So Uncle Lamb is very different in this fic compared to how he is in my head (he's like Jane's dad from the animated Tarzan which is very different from how I think of him in canon). And since I don't think he'll pop up again, his back story is that he married. His wife died in childbirth, along with the child, never remarried and is very protective of Claire.

*Murtagh is Jamie's bodyguard. And looking up some official titles the only one I liked was Captain of the Guard. He's also been at Jamie's side since Dougal forced him to be a soldier.

*Claire definitely has thoughts on the Wolvertons that I couldn't flesh out here but it's why she's warmed to Jamie a great deal more than last chapter.

*It's been so long since I've written parts of this fic. If there's anything that sounds like it's from the books I got it from there.

#jamie x claire #outlander #outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #nwilt #gobbledygook writing #forgive the mistakes and formating pls

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