#and the content I've seen of it helping other discover themselves a bit more))

[twilightprince101]

You know what I'm curious about something

[undeadcannibal]

imagine one of the Fem! rookies getting lil skeleton hands tattooed on her hands, and ghost just-

*INSTANT BONER*

Summary: Ghost can’t help but be turned on when he notices the Recruits’ new tattoos. Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley/Reader

Genre: One-shot, request(s) Word count: 1,138

Warnings: Mature rating, mention(s) of sexual acts.

A/N: Ooh, I had fun with this one, Anon. Was tempted to turn it into a full fic, but figured I’d be an asshole and tease y’all since I write tons of smut otherwise. Whoops! Anywho, thank you so much for the request, Anon. I hope y’all enjoy it~ Also, I apologize if this has a lot of mistakes. I’ve been slammed with allergies, mental stuff, and work, so I’m all sorts of fucked lol. ( Gif credit: xxx )

Ghost paid little mind to most of the rookies they trained. At least, he had before until he'd met you a few months back. Price had mentioned to 141 he was interested in possibly having each of them bring some new recruits under their wing to help show them the ropes. He figured if anyone could get any of them ready, it'd be his boys. Each of them eventually had someone signed to them to help train. Ghost's recruit certainly was interesting, to say the least. 

John had figured with Ghost being more reserved than the rest of the group, it might be easier if he had a recruit that kept to themselves more than the rest. He was thankful for that. The less he had to worry about babysitting, the better. Thankfully, that never seemed to be the case with the recruit Price had assigned to him. 

You went by the call sign Mouse. 

At first, he'd assumed it was for your small stature, but after he'd heard whispers from the others, he quickly realized it was due to your specialty for silence and speed. Apparently, you were just as quiet as you were quick in your fieldwork. That he could appreciate. Yet, aside from that, he didn't know much about you even after weeks of training together. 

Aside from learning the truth behind your call sign, he'd also come to notice that - surprisingly - you were covered in numerous tattoos.

Every time the two of you sparred together, he found himself discovering a new tattoo he hadn't seen before or a blank spot that had yet to be filled with ink. 

Eventually, somewhere around the two-month mark, he found himself asking you about them after a successful session. You'd finally managed to break out of a particular grapple you were struggling with thanks to the size difference between you two. However, Ghost refused to relent until you'd gotten the hang of it. Your enemies wouldn't play fair if they towered over you, so he had to prepare you for any sort of outcome to give you the best chance of survival possible. Still, that didn't mean he was so strict as to not celebrate the small victories. 

As the two of you were hydrating after training, he'd found it in him to comment on your tattoos for whatever reason. 

"Noticed you had a blank spot there." He'd comment, glancing down at the blank space of flesh on your hands. It'd surprised him to see your arms covered yet you still had yet to choose something for them. Maybe you didn't care for hand tattoos, he wondered... 

"Have any plans for 'em?" 

You paused in bringing your water bottle to your lips, pursing them as you hummed softly. Seemingly debating on how to answer his question. 

"Mm, yeah... I've got a few ideas in mind for them, but have yet to settle on anything yet." 

He was content to leave it at that had it not been for your next response. 

"I've got a few ideas in mind but haven't settled on anything just yet. Tell you what though, when I do get those spots filled in, you'll be the first one I show them to." 

By the time that'd happened, it'd been a few months later and he'd pretty much forgotten the interaction until he'd bumped into you again on his way out for a smoke break. You'd stopped to say hi and chat for a bit before he suddenly saw your eyes widening. A giddy smile broke out on your face shortly afterward. 

"Oh, I nearly forgot!" Raising the sleeves of your long sleeve top, you also quickly rid yourself of those pair of gloves he often saw you wearing. "Check out the new tattoos I got while I was back home." 

With your forearms and hands bare to him, he could see the fresh, black ink now covering the spaces on your appendages that previously clear soft skin. 

The moment he realized what the tattoos were, Simon was thankful for the strait-laced control of his reactions. Certain if he wasn't so strict with himself that he'd be giving off numerous micro-expressions showing his interest in your new pieces. 

Of all the tattoos you had to get, it just had to be a stylistic representation of your wrists and hands skeletal system. 

Rationally, he understood that the new set of ink likely had no meaning behind it - most of his own didn't - but a smaller, possibly more primal part of him wanted to puff up his chest. Preen at the thought of everything you could have chosen, it was something similar to the gloves he often wore himself. Only much more permanent. And attractive. 

Fucking hell, he was down bad over something that meant nothing at all. 

Just so he didn't break down and smile, Ghost took a long and deep drag of his cigarette before exhaling the entirety of the smoke from his lungs. Watching the vapors dissipate entirely before finally having it in him to look at you once again. 

"How'd you do during the fingers and knuckles?" 

You laughed sweetly and softly, causing him to feel an odd sense of pride in being the cause behind that laughter. Especially when he took notice of the way your cheeks appeared even softer and rounder than usual as you did so. 

Eyes down, soldier. Look at the tattoos, not her damn squishable cheeks. 

Watching you wiggle your fingers in his direction, you grinned up at him cheekily. 

"Pain comes with the territory. Besides, I kinda enjoy that type of pain, and it's also a hell of a lot cheaper than therapy." You joked. 

Simon felt like a pitiful man when he felt the familiar stirring of arousal deep within his lower belly shortly after. His mind already drifting towards mental images of you down on your knees before him. Opening his pants just so you could wrap those tattooed fingers around the base of his cock. Stroke him till he grew hard and began to twitch within your palms. Eventually - given your permission - he'd paint the dark ink with his release, claiming you in a way and--

He needed to stop his thoughts before he began to spiral down the rabbit hole that was his sudden lewd thoughts that came on with your new tattoos. 

He was going to need another cigarette as soon as he finished his first one. 

Clearing his throat, Simon glanced at you with dilated, bright eyes. 

"They look good on you, kid." 

Even if he wouldn't admit it aloud, Ghost secretly saw it as a secret bond between the two of you.

Now, you had a permanent mark of his favorite pair of gloves on your body.

The thought alone turned him on much more than he'd ever thought possible. 

[jplupine]

⛓Closer⛓

Pairing: Captain Buggy x Max [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~8.7k Date Published: June 8, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Switch!Buggy, Porn with some Plot, Power Play, Inappropriate Use of Devil Fruit Powers, Size Difference, Handjob, Fellatio, Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Cock Warming, Cunnilingus, Face Sitting, Facial, Hair Pulling, Light BDSM, Name Calling, Dismemberment [because of Buggy's powers], Creampie, Dub/Non-Con

Summary: Captain Buggy had given Max the box of treasure without even thinking, too preoccupied with his current dilemma to even check it. When Max discovers what the treasure box truly holds, they swore they'd return the contents….just not yet. [Insert dick in a box joke here]

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A/N: Honestly sped through writing this because I was possessed the entire time. The idea haunted me until it was written, and now I'm throwing it out into the wild. 🤡

  Walking down a hallway on the ship, I had my shoulders squared and my head held high. I couldn't believe the situation I'd ended up in, but I had a responsibility to see it through.

  I'd caught some of the new crewmen laughing among themselves while surrounding a box and whispering. Having ears as keen as mine, I'd overheard them talking about how they'd stolen some treasure from the captain. I easily managed to break up the small crowd before they could show what they'd stolen to other crew members and was now taking the box to the captain's quarters.

  When I reached the door, I shifted my hold on the box to knock. I waited a few seconds, and when no reply came, I knocked again.

  "Come in." The captain's voice was slurred, and I opened the door. I saw that his slurred speech was from his drunken state as bottles littered his desk with a few rolling across the floor with the swaying of the boat.

  "Captain?"

  "What?" He hiccuped while keeping his head resting on his arm on the desk.

  "Is everything all right?"

  "No." His voice had an edge of a whine to it, and I looked over my shoulder while wondering if I should get the quartermaster.

  "Would you like me to come back later, sir?"

  "Yes. I don't want you to see me like this." His words caught my attention, and I hesitantly took a step closer to the desk.

  "I've seen you drunk before, Captain."

  "That's not what I mean." His grip on the green bottle tightened. "Just go."

  "M-Maybe I could help." I took another step closer. I wasn't used to the captain brushing me off so quickly, and for him to not even look at me meant something was seriously wrong. Something more serious than some stolen treasure that didn't even equate to one percent of his wealth.

  "You can't help me." Buggy finally lifted his head, and I saw that his face was a mess as if he'd been crying. "It's too late."

  "Sir, I'm certain-"

  "I made sure to keep it safe!" He then took a large drink from the green bottle. "But now.... Can I even call myself a man?" Captain Buggy sniffled and took another drink. "What's that?" He glanced at the cardboard box resting on my hip.

  "Treasure, sir. It...." Judging from the state Captain Buggy was in, I wasn't sure he was capable of hearing how some of his new crewmen had stolen from him. "It was forgotten behind some barrels."

  "Keep it. I don't care." He rested his cheek in his hand with his elbow on the desk. "A little bit of treasure won't do me any good."

  "Um....Captain Buggy, are you sure there's nothing I could do to help you?" I questioned, and his gaze seemed to soften as he looked at me.

  "You always wanna help, Max. But sometimes....you just can't. It's gone for good now." The captain then rose from his seat and swayed as he went around the desk toward the door. He opened the door and leaned on it while gesturing for me to leave.

  It was odd to see him acting this way. Whatever had happened, he certainly didn't want to talk about it at all. Swallowing, I nodded my head and moved to exit his quarters.

  "Max." He stopped me, and I looked up at him. Even though his tall, broad frame was usually intimidating, he just looked so broken and weak at that moment. "Tell the others to leave me alone for a little while."

  "Yes, sir." I nodded. The door shut behind me, and I heard the lock on the door click. Heavily sighing, I went to spread the word that the captain didn't want to be bothered before going back to my cabin.

  Once inside, I set the box onto my small bookshelf covered in knick-knacks. Opening the cardboard flaps, I saw another box inside. However, this one was smaller and made of polished wood with a golden lock keeping it shut.

  I could only assume this treasure had been stolen from some rich shithead during our last raid. Pulling the wooden box out of the cardboard box, I knocked the cardboard to the floor. I then took a look at the lock to see it required a double-sided key to unlock.

  Humming, I was about to find my tools to pick the lock before there was a knock at my door.

  "Dinner time, Max."

  "Coming!" I called out over my shoulder before picking up the wooden box to hide it under my bed. Since the captain had officially given it to me, I didn't want it stolen before I could see what was inside.

  It was late by the time I got back to my room, and that box of treasure had been on my mind the entire time. I wondered if it contained gold or jewelry, or perhaps some other precious object meant to be protected by that golden lock.

  Hanging a lantern from the post near my bed, I made sure to lock the door before pulling out the wooden box. Setting it on my bed, I set to work on picking the lock.

  Once I heard a familiar click, I pulled the lock off and opened the box by lifting the hinged lid. There was a silk cloth covering the contents, and judging from the pillowy lining of the box, there was definitely something precious in there even if not gold. Perhaps it was gems or some porcelain antique worth a lot of berries.

  Removing the silk cloth, I eagerly looked into the box to finally see what treasure was kept inside.

  I froze since what I saw hadn't been anything I'd expected. Among the silk-covered cushions lining the box was....a penis. I blinked several times to be sure I wasn't seeing things, but sure enough, there was a penis in the box.

  Had we stolen a rich woman's dildo?

  That was just embarrassing. We were pirates for fuck's sake, not dildo thieves.

  And there went my hopes of having some extra money.

  At least I could still use the box to stow things away in. I used the silk cloth to grab the toy in the box to get rid of it only to immediately drop it back in the box and recoil with a gasp.

  The fucking thing was warm. How in the world could that be possible?

  Looking at it, I could feel the heat rising in my ears and cheeks. Paying closer attention, I realized just how realistic it looked and the fact that it was flaccid despite how thick it was. Grabbing the lantern, I brought it closer to get better lighting and saw the fine blue hair on the testicles.

  Covering my mouth with my hand, I slowly pieced together what was happening here.

  'I'd made sure to keep it safe!'

  'Can I even call myself a man?'

  I had Captain Buggy's dick.

  I remembered the joke he'd made about being better prepared before our latest raid- This had to have been what he meant since he had a tendency of getting hit in the privates during a fight. However, I would've never thought he'd go this far to prevent it from happening again. This also explained why he'd been seen anxiously wandering around the ship yesterday and drunk off his ass today.

  Clearing my throat, I looked away while thinking. How in the world was I supposed to give this back to him? I could cover it back up, put the lock on, and sneak it into his quarters while pretending I hadn't seen it. But this box just appearing in his quarters would no doubt alert him since he wasn't a total idiot.

  If I hid it somewhere else on the ship for him to find, any crew member could happen upon it before him.

  Wait. Had the crewmates I'd taken this from seen inside?

  Not likely given how they were talking about it. They had thought it was treasure just as I had.

  Looking at the box again, curiosity began to bubble up inside me. I was no well-mannered citizen, I was a pirate, so why was I reacting so much to this? I could feel the heat rising beneath my skin the longer I looked.

  There was a certain type of loneliness that took hold while traveling the seas for prolonged periods of time. It also didn't help that I'd developed a secret interest in the captain from how caring and funny he could be.

  I'd give this back to Captain Buggy....but not just yet. I was going to experiment a little first.

  I was a pirate and curious after all.

  Hanging the lantern back up, I sat on my bed while thinking. Firstly, I wanted to know if it was even functional while detached. Secondly, whether or not Captain Buggy could still feel what was happening to it.

  Hesitantly reaching into the box, I trailed my fingers along the shaft. It was so warm, and heat bloomed between my thighs. Picking it up, I set it in my lap with the balls pressed against my pelvis.

  Even flaccid, it still looked impressive compared to my body. Biting my bottom lip, I kept it there while using my other hand to slowly stroke the shaft. My heart began to beat faster when I saw the cock getting bigger. I could feel Captain Buggy's pulse through the large vein on the underside and swallowed.

  Just how big could it get?

  My curiosity and lust drove me to spit in my hand and keep stroking. The head was flushed red with blood, and the shaft had a slight curve in it that made the head rise higher.

  "Oh, fuck." I muttered with a shaky voice, finally seeing how big it was while erect and compared to my body. The captain was a man over 6 feet tall while I was nowhere near that, so seeing that his cock matched his build made me shiver.

  Well, at least one of my questions was answered now. Captain Buggy's dick was indeed still functional even when detached.

  But could he feel me touching him? Could he feel my hands stroking his shaft while covered in my saliva? I'd like to think he could and was becoming flustered wherever he was on the ship.

  I drooled onto the cock in my hands to lubricate it better. The weight and warmth of it turned me on more even though I knew I shouldn't be enjoying this. But that little voice wasn't enough to stop me as I continued to jack off the captain without him even knowing.

  Seeing the precum beading from the head, I gained a devilish smirk. Leaning over, I licked away the precum and felt his cock twitch. I kept stroking and gripped it slightly tighter. Judging from the reaction, that had been the right move.

  I could admit I could be a little bit of a pervert, but this presented opportunity was bringing out a side of me that I didn't even know I had. I was getting such a power trip playing with the captain's dick with complete anonymity. I wasn't even sure just how far I'd go.

  Kissing the crown around the tip, I then curled my tongue and tasted his precum again. Closing my lips around the head, I stroked his cock until cum was shooting into my mouth. I moaned while milking him until the last drop and pulled away to swallow.

  My underwear was soaked as my clit throbbed with need. I'd taken care of the captain, now it was time to take care of me. Quickly cleaning up Captain Buggy's cock, I placed it back into the box as it was softening. I then laid back in my bed and pushed my pants down to touch myself.

  Sitting in my cabin with a book in my hands, I was relaxing in the quiet of the room. The wooden box with a golden lock was stashed away under my bed still since I had yet to figure out how to give it back to the captain without giving myself away. I hadn't touched it inappropriately since the first night, either.

  Hearing familiar rambunctious laughter coming from outside, I quickly got up and went to my window overlooking the main deck. Captain Buggy had finally come out of his quarters and was sobered up and looking as if nothing had happened. He was talking to some of the other crew members with his arms crossed and a big grin on his face.

  Glancing at the gap under my bed, I debated on figuring out the answer to my second question. With Captain Buggy in perfect view and me hidden behind my curtains, now was the perfect chance to.

  Getting out the box, I opened it up and hummed while giving one last thought about whether or not I should do this.

  Remembering the taste of his skin and cum, I figured out that I yet again didn't care about what I 'should' do.

  I let my fingers brush over the cock in the box while watching Captain Buggy. My eyes widened when I saw his spine go rigid to where he was towering over the other crewmates. Could he really feel me touching him from here?

  Licking along the hardening shaft, I saw the captain shudder as his ears were turning bright red. Picking the cock up, I kissed the underside of it just beneath the head. Captain Buggy's cheeks started turning the same color as his ears before he quickly excused himself and disappeared from the deck.

  He could feel it.

  So he was fully aware his cock was being touched and that I had given him a handjob. He just didn't know it was me doing it. With him no longer in sight, I got comfortable in bed to finish what I'd started.

  Peppering his dick with kisses, it was soon fully hard and hot in my hands. Licking up from his balls to the tip of his head, I felt such excitement at feeling his pulse against my tongue. I took a moment to build the courage to wrap my lips around the head.

  I slowly went lower to see how much I could fit in my mouth. I felt Captain Buggy's pulse racing against my tongue as I took in another few inches. I wrapped my hand around what didn't fit in my mouth and began to suck his cock.

  I'd honestly fantasized about giving the captain head before, but I never thought it'd be like this. The fact that he was still hard and twitching from my touch told me he at least liked how it felt. And this dirty little secret of mine had my thighs pressing together.

  Bobbing my head and stroking my hand in unison, my drool helped lubricate his cock to make the movement easier. I ground my hips into my mattress to get friction against my aching clit and moaned around Captain Buggy's cock. He twitched, and I raised my head to catch my breath.

  I continued stroking and kissed along his length down to his balls. Curling my tongue around one of them, I softly moaned from the pressure against my clit as I licked. Taking his cock into my mouth again, my other hand began to gently squeeze his balls.

  I imagined what this might be like with the captain actually here. How his strong thighs would flex and twitch on either side of my head. How his fingers would run through my hair as he moaned. Fuck, I couldn't stop myself from moaning around his cock even more.

  He was eventually cumming in my mouth, and I made sure to get every last drop before swallowing. Panting, I slid a hand between my thighs to finish myself off again.

  "Captain, the reports you requested." I announced after knocking on his opened door.

  "Thank you." He replied while taking the stack of papers from me that contained an inventory of supplies and treasure along with medical reports from the ship's doctor. I knew something was wrong with me deep down given the fact that I could so calmly stand before the captain despite having his cock stashed away in my cabin and using it for my own pleasure without him having a clue. I was tempted to tell him the truth just to see how he'd react.

  "Is there anything else, sir?"

  "Yes. Can you take this to the quartermaster? He should be in the galley." Captain Buggy handed me a folder, and I nodded. I was leaving when he stopped me by speaking again. "Max?"

  "Yes?"

  "Have you, um...." The captain averted his gaze while looking nervous. "Have you heard anything....strange going on?"

  "Strange, sir?"

  "Any of the crew talking about weird stuff? Anything out of the ordinary?" He rubbed his hand over his stubbly jaw while still refusing to look at me.

  "No. Everything's been within the normal. Is there something wrong?"

  "No. Nope. Nothing. Everything's fine. Just, uh, checking on the crew." Captain Buggy quickly spoke, and I nodded before turning away. With my back facing the captain as I left, I could feel the smirk on my face.

  Yes, something was wrong with me. But I was enjoying it.

  It was during dinner with loud chatter and laughter that I was pushed up onto one of the tables. Cups were banging against the tabletops along with drunken cheers, and I was chuckling. I caught the castanets tossed to me as the table was cleared around my feet to get cups and plates out of the way.

  One of the crew began to play the guitar, and I got the castanets ready. I'd danced flamenco as a hobby before becoming a pirate, and the crew could convince me to do it every now and then if I was buzzed enough.

  Swaying, I began to dance while hitting the halves of the castanets together to create that rhythmic clattering to go along with the guitar. My boots tapped against the wooden table as the crew cheered and waved their booze in the air. My movements weren't as refined as they were when I was fully sober, but the drunken pirates around me couldn't tell the difference.

  It was all good times and laughter for them.

  I stomped against the table with my hands raised, and when my leg went back, I kicked a drink over. I didn't care, and neither did anyone else as more drunken laughs filled the galley. This jovial crowd was only a reminder of why I'd become a pirate.

  The freedom.

  I'd come from a suffocating family that was strict about everything, so I'd jumped at the chance to join the pirates. Captain Buggy may not even be aware of what a miserable life he'd saved me from, but I was forever grateful for it.

  Stronger waves hit the boat and caused me to lose my footing on the table. I fell but was caught, and more cheers rang out.

  "Nice catch, Capt'n!" They chorused as I looked up at Captain Buggy. My buzzed brain made me start laughing, and I clacked the castanets together. The captain laughed as well, seeming to find humor in the situation.

  "Yeah. Nice catch, Capt'n." I poked his nose before stretching out my arms. "Captain Buggy, to the rescue!"

  "Aye!" Crew members hollered and hit their cups against the tables. The captain's chest puffed up with pride from the praise he received, and he was grinning from ear to ear.

  I didn't say anything more to see how long it'd take for him to realize that he was still holding me. I could feel the strength in his arms and see how his chest curved from this angle. He also smelled rather pleasant, likely from how much he preened himself like a colorful bird.

  When the captain looked down at me and saw me looking back, he paused. I wasn't sure where the shot of bravery came from, perhaps it was from being buzzed, but I laughed while grabbing his face to plant a big kiss on his cheek. There were whistles and rambunctious hollers from the crew.

  "My hero." I grinned, and Captain Buggy started stumbling for words as his cheeks changed colors. I'd taken him totally off guard and relished in his reaction.

  It was cute when he got even more flustered and started arguing with other crew members taunting him and asking if he wanted a kiss from them, too.

  Getting back to my room with the fresh memory of Captain Buggy's arms around me and the warmth of his body so close to mine, I dragged the wooden box out from under my bed. I set it on the mattress before kicking off my boots. Undressing until I was in nothing but a long, white shirt, I could already feel myself throbbing with anticipation.

  I couldn't take it any longer. I was going to fuck myself with Captain Buggy's cock.

  He got harder faster this time around, and I laid back on my bed while hiking up my shirt. I laid it against my stomach to get a better idea of just how deep it could go. Biting my bottom lip, I knew I needed to prepare myself first before jumping off the deep end.

  I wet my fingers in my own leaking arousal before sliding them into my pussy. I fantasized about Captain Buggy's fingers replacing mine. His hands were so much bigger, and I wanted to feel them on me.

  Feeling the weight of his cock on my stomach turned me on more as I was pumping and curling my fingers. I panted and tried not to be too eager. I wanted to be sure I was ready.

  Excitement bubbled in my veins when I finally picked up the captain's dick. I first ran the tip between my wet lips and felt it bump against my clit, and it sent a shock through my system. Grinding the cock against me, I covered it in my arousal to use as a lubricant. I began to wonder what Captain Buggy was thinking as I was doing this.

  I wasn't the only crew member with a pussy on the ship, so he still wouldn't know it was me. However, I'd certainly narrowed down for him who had his dick.

  Pressing the head against my entrance, I slowly pushed the tip inside. Biting my bottom lip, I loved the slow stretch as I pushed him in deeper. His thickness and curve had him gliding across more sensitive spots so easily.

  I couldn't hold back the soft moan that came from him finally being balls deep. I felt so utterly full and spread my legs wider. Pulling him out a few inches, I then shoved him back in and gave a broken moan as my toes curled.

  He was still so incredibly hard as I kept going. I was using his cock like my own personal sex toy to fuck myself with. It probably would've been nicer to have the rest of him here, but this also had its own appeal.

  I rubbed my clit while pumping Captain Buggy's cock in and out of my pussy. It felt so good as I groaned and had my back arching off the mattress.

  What I was doing now only further proved the strict lifestyle my family had never would've suited me. They had planned to marry me off to some rich bastard once finding one gullible enough, but now I was certain no rich gentleman could ever hope to handle me. A pirate captain, on the other hand....now he just might be able to.

  I made a few heavy, shallow thrusts to feel him hitting a little harsher so deep within. It drove me wild as I moaned and clenched around him. Captain Buggy's dick felt amazing as if it were perfectly shaped just for me.

  Changing my position, I knelt on my bed to ride the cock while holding it in place. I moaned and bounced on his length to my heart's content. He held out for as long as he could before finally cumming deep inside my pussy.

  His cum acted as a secondary lubricant while wet noises continued to carry through my cabin along with my moans and heavy breathing. I wasn't done just yet and kept fucking myself on Captain Buggy's cock. I didn't give a shit if he became overstimulated, I was determined to get to cum as well.

  Rubbing my clit to help things along faster, I eventually sunk down on him and orgasmed with him balls deep. My body shook as I moaned. I knew Captain Buggy could feel me cumming around him and hoped he liked it just as much as I did.

  Panting, I raised up and saw the mix of fluids coating the captain's dick. This truly was bringing out a side of me I hadn't been aware of, but I couldn't stop myself from finding a deep satisfaction in it. Perhaps the loneliness of the sea is what made me such a pervert.

  I then cleaned up the mess with my tongue, tasting both of us on his skin. Would he praise me for such diligent care?

  A few more days passed, and I grew more daring. I was going about my tasks around the ship with the captain's cock buried deep in my pussy. The hot sun was enough to excuse my pink cheeks, so no one knew what was really going on.

  Captain Buggy also remained hard the entire time because of how I moved while hauling barrels and how his balls were pressed against my thighs. I could only imagine how desperate the captain must be getting as the minutes passed and he still hadn't cum. I was also soaking wet from the cockwarming and the edge of worry that Captain Buggy would definitely catch me now.

  However, the captain never showed up on deck. He was more than likely hiding away in his quarters. I couldn't blame him, though. The poor man had no clue who had his cock shoved up their pussy nor how to make the cockwarming stop so that he could go about things normally.

  I grunted when I bent over to pick up some rope because of how the dick inside me rubbed against me. Finishing up my tasks as soon as possible, I rushed back to my room to finally get release. Captain Buggy had cum so much that it had gotten not only on my thighs but my stomach and chest as well.

  How long could I keep this going before I was finally caught? I wasn't sure, but it certainly added some excitement to things.

  "Hey, Max. The captain wants to see you." One of the crew knocked on my door, and I set my book to the side.

  "What for?"

  "Dunno. Seems like he's talking to several of the crew." I heard the man walk away while I was still in bed. I'd been trying cockwarming again to torment the captain once more. There was no way he knew it was me doing it, right?

  And then an idea popped into my head.

  Keeping the captain balls deep, I pulled my underwear and trousers on before grabbing my boots. Exiting my room, I then walked to the captain's quarters. I knocked and opened the door before hearing a response.

  "You wanted to see me, Captain?" I questioned after seeing how he jolted from the door suddenly opening. His cheeks were pink and his hands were balled into tight fists on the desk.

  "Y-Yeah." Captain Buggy cleared his throat while averting his gaze. I felt him twitch inside me, all the while he still didn't have a clue. He wouldn't be trying to pretend he was okay if he knew that I had his cock. "Please, h-have a seat."

  Going to the chair in front of his desk, I saw him jolt and cover his mouth when I sat down. Oh, this was just too good. Intentionally shifting in the seat to make it look as if I was getting more comfortable, I watched as Captain Buggy's broad shoulders curled in as he hunched over the desk.

  "Is everything all right, sir?"

  "No. I...." He swallowed and closed his eyes. "I need your help."

  "With?"

  "I-I trust you to keep discretion about this matter. I can't take it anymore, Max." His voice shook.

  "About what, sir?" I shifted in the seat just a little to watch him crumble some more.

  "I've been talking to crew members, but I can't finish the interrogations like this. I need you to do it for me." Captain Buggy swallowed.

  "I don't follow."

  "Something important was taken from me, and I know someone on the ship has it. One of the female crew members. I need you to interrogate them and get it back for me."

  "What is it, sir?"

  "It's.... That's not important. Just make sure they give it back in the box they took it in. Let them know that I won't be angry so long as they just give it back."

  "How do you know one of the female members has it?"

  "I just do." He was too distracted to notice how I was looking at him with a sly smirk. Leaning forward in the chair as I rested my elbows on the armrests, I felt his cock press deeper. The captain shuddered and dropped his head as his fingers were in his hair. "Just get it back for me, Max. I can't take this anymore. I-It's fucking torture."

  "Maybe if I knew what it was, it'd be easier to find."

  "No." He quickly said and swallowed. "You don't need to know what it is. Just find it. Here's the list. The names marked out are those I've already interrogated." The captain slid a paper across his desk, and I picked it up.

  "Are you not going to have me interrogated?"

  "Please." Captain Buggy scoffed. "You tried to return misplaced treasure to me that you could've so easily kept without saying anything, Max. I know you wouldn't steal from me." I nodded before standing up. Heading toward the door, I paused when I heard the captain's shaky breath.

  "Actually, sir," I quietly turned the lock on the door. "I have something I'd like to say."

  "Be quick."

  "I don't think I'll need to interrogate all of these people."

  "And why is that?" Captain Buggy asked while barely holding himself together.

  "I have a gut feeling I know who might have what you're looking for." I slowly rounded the corner of his desk before placing the paper in front of him. "You see....who I think has it isn't even on this list, so I'd be wasting my time talking to all of them." I relished in how the captain struggled while avoiding looking at me.

  "What do you mean? That's all of them." Captain Buggy's brows knit together, and I pushed him back in his chair by his shoulder.

  "Look. You have other crew than just who's on this list."

  "No, I'm telling you, I'm certain none of the others could have it."

  "How certain are you?" I was honestly getting a kick out of this. Watching him struggle while blushing fueled something deep within me.

  "V-Very certain. Just hurry up and find it." He rose his voice a little out of urgency, and I heavily sighed.

  "Captain. You should pay attention better."

  "What?" He finally looked at me, and I sat in his lap. The pressure made him grunt through clenched teeth. And then it seemed to click for him as I sat there. "M-Max?" His voice came out so quietly and with a tone of disbelief.

  "Yes, Captain?"

  "You...." He trailed off before a second of silence stretched out. And then the next thing I knew, I was shoved against the desk with his hand on the back of my neck to keep me there. "Did you steal from me?"

  "No, sir." The position I was in now only excited me more as I felt the cold desk against my warm cheek.

  "Then who gave it to you?"

  "You did, sir."

  "What? I-"

  "The treasure I tried to return to you." I stated before smirking. "Well, it turned out to be treasure of a different kind. Lucky me." I chuckled, and Captain Buggy took a second to process my words. He then yanked my pants down as if he needed to see to believe.

  "Fuck, you really do have it."

  "I do, sir." Licking my lips, I wondered what he'd do next. I was hoping with how he wasn't utterly pissed off meant I wouldn't be punished.

  "Have you had fun toying with me, Max?" His tone darkened as his grip on the back of my neck tightened.

  "Yes, Captain."

  "Do you have any clue the Hell you've put me through?"

  "I have an idea." I heard rustling fabric behind me before the captain pressed his pelvis against my bare ass. When he leaned back, I felt his cock pulling out since he had finally reattached it.

  His breath shook as I could feel slick arousal dripping down my thighs.

  "I never would've guessed you were such a dirty little bitch, Max."

  "You don't even know the half of it, Captain."

  "I guess I should find out." He slammed his hips into me, forcing a moan to rip its way out of my throat as he grunted. "The things you've been doing to me...." There was an edge of a growl in his tone. "I know you made me cum in your mouth. What'd you do after?" He thrust again, smacking his hips against my ass with such force that the desk rattled.

  Oh, this was so much better than I had hoped.

  "I swallowed it, sir." I panted while smiling before moaning again.

  "You swallowed? All of it?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "What are you? A filthy animal? Who finds what you did and decides to do such a thing?"

  "Captain, I- Aaahh~!- I wanted to taste you. Make you feel good."

  "Well," I felt him lean over before feeling his breath hitting the side of my face. "you did. I enjoyed every second of it." He licked my cheek, and I shuddered. "If I had known it was you doing those things to me...." Captain Buggy trailed off and groaned.

  "If you knew, would you have joined me?"

  "Yes." His voice was breathy, and my hips bucked. "Oh, the things I would've done to you, Max. Mmm, the things I'm gonna do to you now. You still need to be punished." The captain brought his hand down on my ass harshly, forcing a noise from my mouth that was a mix of a moan and a yelp.

  "You think you can punish me, Captain?" I chuckled. "I can't even be tamed."

  "You say that but continue to call me Captain and sir."

  "Signs of respect, nothing more."

  "We'll have to change that then, won't we?" He spanked me again, and I couldn't go anywhere since he still had a firm grasp on the back of my neck. "Were you planning for this to happen when you came in here?"

  "Planning? No. Hoping? Yes." I answered honestly and bit my bottom lip from the feeling of the captain thrusting again. He was able to drive his cock harder into me than I'd been able to and at an angle that made my head spin.

  "Why couldn't you just tell me you were interested like a normal person would?"

  "You're the captain. I also didn't want to make things awkward on the ship." I panted as my knuckles turned white from how I clenched my hands into fists.

  "And you didn't think using my cock as your own sex toy wouldn't make shit awkward?"

  "You didn't know it was me doing it. Fuck~!"

  "For a filthy animal, you're pretty cute like this."

  "If you keep insulting me, I'll retaliate, sir."

  "Didn't you come from that well-off fancy-pants family? I don't think you could do anything to me, dog." Captain Buggy had a challenging tone, and I accepted that challenge. Hooking my foot behind his ankle, I pulled my leg up while pushing back against his chest. The captain tripped and fell back into his chair as I turned on my heel.

  Leaning against the edge of his desk, I quickly pulled my shoes off to drop my pants onto the floor. Nearly jumping into the captain's lap, I ripped open his shirt and licked his cheek as his eyes widened in surprise.

  "Never tease a dog with a bone, Captain." I had a dangerous edge to my voice before lowering myself onto his cock. He moaned, and I tossed his hat onto the desk behind me. Grabbing his face, I pulled him into a hungry kiss while letting his hair loose from the band holding it back.

  He wrapped his arms around me as he reciprocated the kiss. My fingers were in his soft hair, and I began to ride him just like I so desperately wanted to. When I pulled back for air, we were both panting and looking at each other. The red makeup around his mouth was smeared and his pupils were wide.

  Captain Buggy brought one of his hands near his mouth and bit his glove to pull it off. He then grabbed my ass with his bare hand to start lifting me and dropping me back down as he got the other glove off.

  "Since you asked me...." I panted while still having my fingers in his hair. "Why didn't you voice your interest?"

  "I look like a fucking clown and my body parts pop off."

  "So?"

  "So you're fucking hot and raised proper. Fuck~!" His grip on me tightened as he moaned. "You're the last person I expected to be doing this shit to me."

  "Did you fantasize that it was me?"

  "Yes." He looked me in the eye while panting, and I grinned.

  "And you're fine that I don't call myself a woman?"

  "I honestly don't care." Captain Buggy replied as his gaze dropped to my mouth, and my grin grew.

  "I can already tell we're going to have a lot of fun, Captain." I pulled him in for another heated kiss, and one of his hands slid up my back and under my shirt. His fingers felt along my spine while still helping me rise and drop back onto his cock.

  There was such desperation after the cockwarming and teasing. I dropped a hand to his chest and felt his heart pounding beneath his ribs. He squeezed my ass while rocking his hips up into me, and I pulled away from the kiss while panting.

  There was a knock at the door, and the captain froze with his eyes wide as he looked toward the entrance.

  "Don't worry. I locked it." I muttered near his ear before nipping it. He shuddered as his breath shook.

  "Captain?"

  "I'm busy! Come back later!"

  "But, sir-"

  "I said come back later!" Captain Buggy barked before turning back to me to kiss down the side of my neck while I was still bouncing on his cock. He groaned into my skin, and I lightly tugged on his hair. He suddenly stood up, driving his cock deeper before my back hit the desk.

  His rough hands were on my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me. The captain was a mess with his smeared makeup and mussed-up hair. His shirt was even missing some buttons from me ripping it open so harshly.

  His long hair fell over his shoulders as he looked down at me. Each thrust of his hips led to a heavy impact that shook his desk. The items around me rattled, and I grabbed the hem of my shirt to pull the garment up.

  Captain Buggy's eyes were glued to the now bare expanse of skin. When I pulled my shirt over my chest, I revealed that I hadn't been wearing anything to hold my breasts down. He groaned while watching them jiggle with each thrust.

  "Captain...." I panted before moaning as my back arched off the desk. His hands traveled up my sides before groping my chest. He lowered his face to lick up my sternum and buried his face between my breasts. They weren't large, but there was enough that he could squeeze and nip and suck on.

  He left hickies and bites on the tender flesh of my chest as he pinched my nipples and made me moan. Locking my legs around his waist, I made sure he couldn't go far as my climax was nearing. One of my hands slid into his hair while the other went between my thighs to circle my clit.

  I needed to cum so fucking badly that it felt as if I might explode if I didn't. I was dripping onto the desk as the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin filled the room. His balls were smacking against my ass with each thrust, and right before my peak, Buggy hoisted his knee onto the desk.

  He thrust harder at the new angle as he held my thigh against his side. I pulled his hair as my head lolled back and my back arched. His cock hit a spot that made me see stars and cry out.

  The captain groaned while fucking me full of cum just as something inside me snapped. My thighs had a near-crushing grip on the captain as I orgasmed. My body shook from the intensity, and I was left panting when my muscles finally relaxed.

  Buggy pushed himself up while gasping for air.

  "Shit, I thought you were about to smother me! When did you get so damn strong?"

  "I've always been strong, sir." I scoffed in amusement and panted. "Dancing requires strong limbs, and I've been working on this ship for several years now."

  "I guess I didn't notice with how small you are." He ran a hand down his face while sighing, but I could see him smiling. "I can't believe you stayed so calm this whole time. I didn't have a clue at all."

  "Let's say I enjoyed playing with the power it gave me." I smirked while lacing my fingers behind my head. "Teasing you has been so much fun."

  "You're horrible."

  "Among other things." I shrugged.

  "You know I have a ship and crew to lead."

  "Yes, I'm aware."

  "I kept having to push work off onto Cabaji because of you."

  "He can handle it."

  "Raised proper, my ass. You're a damn fiend." Buggy laughed while running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face.

  "I'm a pirate, sir." My eyes drifted over his arms and face, watching his movement and his long hair being pushed back. "If you wish, I can fix your shirt. I did ruin it after all. You can come collect it personally once I'm done."

  "Oh? Making me come get it rather than you bringing it back to me?"

  "Certainly a man as powerful as yourself can walk across his own ship." I smirked before pouncing. I was off the desk in the blink of an eye and kicking Buggy back into his chair. The chair nearly fell back from the force of him crashing into it, and I pulled his head off.

  "M-Max? What are you doing?"

  "Did you really think I was done with you, sir?" I questioned while looking down at his face as I pushed his knees apart further with my own. Buggy's face turned crimson, and his hands raised as if trying to get me to take a moment.

  "W-Wait-"

  "I told you, Captain. I can't be tamed." Kneeling between his legs, I placed his head between my thighs. Grinning while shoving my pussy against his mouth, I heard him groan. I knew I was a mess of his cum and mine as my fingers tangled in his hair. I was riding his face, and his cock was getting hard again as his nails dug into the armrests of the chair.

  Running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, he groaned again while lapping up the mix of fluids leaking from my core. My breath faltered at the feeling of his broad tongue against me. With how his head was positioned and how I was in full control, Buggy was essentially gagged and unable to talk. All he could do was eat my pussy as I ground my hips against his face.

  Taking his cock into my mouth, he groaned, and my thighs twitched around his head. I could still taste myself on his dick as I cleaned him up. However, I was drooling and coating his shaft in thick saliva.

  When I pulled away, drool stretched between the head of his cock and my bottom lip. Licking my lips, I swallowed.

  "Touch me, Captain." I had an authoritative tone, and he made a low noise close to a whine. One of his hands hesitantly lifted from the chair. "Where'd your confidence go? Weren't you calling me a dog and a dirty little bitch just moments ago?" I taunted. "Don't tell me being my bitch has already melted your brain." I bucked my hips into his mouth as my grip on his hair tightened.

  I was just fucking his mouth at this point, riding his tongue and grinding my clit against his nose. I knew I didn't have to be gentle with him. Buggy was known for his resilience, and having eaten a Devil Fruit meant he was sturdier than most as well.

  He then roughly grabbed the back of my head and pulled me toward his cock. I grinned since the teasing had worked and opened my mouth. Closing my lips around the head, his shaft then slid across my tongue as I went further down. His hand on the back of my head pushed me even lower until he was hitting the back of my throat.

  Buggy groaned, and the vibration made me buck against his lips. Bobbing my head, I felt a primal satisfaction that I was in full control and had Buggy metaphorically falling apart. Even if he was stronger and had Devil Fruit powers, I could still push him around and give orders.

  And he seemed to like it, too. Especially as he was twitching in my mouth and moaning into my pussy. His hand on the back of my head flexed, holding on tighter as he hit the back of my throat over and over again.

  When my head lifted, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock before going back down and repeating the process. My drool was leaking down to his balls, and I was thrusting against his face as my climax was building. Buggy's tongue was relentless while the friction against my clit had my body feeling light and burning.

  My nails dug into his scalp as I moaned around his cock. His hips bucked, and I could tell he was getting close. We were both still more sensitive from our previous orgasms, so neither of us would last as long as before.

  Buggy eventually pulled my hair to get me off his dick before using his free hand to stroke it. Using my drool as lube, his hand moved quickly. Cum shot out and splattered across my face as he held me there by my hair still.

  Biting my bottom lip, I then turned my full attention to Buggy's head between my thighs. Even with cum dripping from my chin, I chased that high. Tilting my hips back, Buggy closed his lips around my clit and sucked, making me cry out.

  That was all it took to have my second orgasm crashing against my nerves. Buggy only released my clit when the last ripples faded and I was left panting. Leaning back, I loosened my grip on his head.

  I could feel his heavy breath against my skin until his head floated up to reattach to his shoulders. His chest rose and fell as he looked down at me now and still had a hold of my hair. Buggy's face was even more of a mess than before, and I relished in it.

  Leaving the captain so disheveled filled me with such pride and satisfaction.

  He then let go of my hair and slumped back in his seat. His eyes briefly closed as he tried to catch his breath.

  "Fuck. I need a small break or something. I thought you were gonna smother me again."

  "Not fully, Captain." I smirked, and he scoffed.

  "Are you sure you haven't eaten a Devil Fruit?"

  "I haven't, sir."

  "God, could you not talk like that right now?"

  "Why?"

  "You're a mess."

  "So?" I rose a brow while watching how his blush deepened.

  "Max, you're mostly naked with my makeup smeared all over you and c-cum on your face."

  "Oh, I think I see the problem." I managed to stand up and leaned my hands on the armrests of the chair. "Me still addressing you with respect after such debauchery is leaving you flustered." My face was close to his, and I made eye contact while licking some of the cum off my cheek.

  I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears and chuckled. Pulling away, I then grabbed my shirt and tugged it over my head. I used the garment to wipe my face before dropping it on the floor in front of Buggy and going toward the bathroom. Since we were in the captain's quarters, the private attached bathroom was rather convenient.

  Opening the door and turning on the light inside, I then looked back at Buggy since he was still seated at the desk.

  "Would you like to get cleaned up, Captain?" He paused for a second before scrambling to his feet and pulling his clothes off as he got closer.

  "Hey, Max? Don't you think that shirt is too big on you?" Cabaji asked while he stood next to me, and I was taking notes as he had asked me to. "If you needed new clothes, we could've grabbed you better-fitted ones at the last port."

  "It's fine. I have plenty of clothes."

  "Oh. Are you expanding your wardrobe, then?" He questioned with skepticism while looking at the rolled-up sleeves and how the shirt was clearly several sizes too big.

  "It's not my shirt." I stated.

  "....Whose shirt is it?"

  "It's the capt-" I was cut off when a hand suddenly covered my mouth. I looked up to see Buggy a few yards away and missing a hand. He looked embarrassed, and I grinned. Even if I didn't say it, Buggy was making the answer obvious.

  But him covering my mouth to stop me only gave me the opportunity to make him squirm yet again.

  Taking his hand off my face, I then nipped the pulse point in his wrist before sensually licking over it. Buggy made an inhuman-sounding noise as his entire face turned red since we were out on the deck and not in the privacy of any cabin. I was making it clear to anyone around that the captain was mine.

  "Oh! Oh, my...." Cabaji cleared his throat while averting his gaze and crossing his arms.

  "Let go of my hand, fiend!" Buggy's yelling attracted more attention, and I relished in how embarrassed he was getting.

  "Why don't you come and get it yourself?"

  "Max!" He tried to sound and look authoritative, but I only smirked while disobeying.

  "Woof."

[reticent-fate]

Arty Discusses the Difficulties at the Intersection of Plurality and Spirituality

We don't normally talk about this, and I'm unsure I have the energy to properly articulate it after a long day of work, but it's always such an odd thing navigating spiritual settings as a system.

(Putting this under the cut because it is long and a little bit of a ramble. You can pass if you're not interested in a discussion on the complications of spirituality as it relates to plurality, as well as ableism in spiritual spaces.)

Part of this is due to the fact that our system is so differentiated in what/how they experience spirituality. That kind of variance doesn't seem to be accommodated well in spiritual spaces, at least not in the Tumblr tags we can find nor the resources we have located elsewhere. Gradual shift of practice, yes, but the presence of more than one spiritual path in one set of shoes is a lacking topic.

Some advice can be applied, of course; there's plenty for practitioners with ADHD, for example. But there is only so far one can extend such considerations with the overlap of plurality.

Part of this is also to do with the fact that, relating to the above, a lot of us identify as spiritual entities themselves (be they demons, deities, or what have you). Again, the overlap I've seen is particularly lacking.

I don't think it helps that the perception of self as both more than one or nonhuman can oftentimes be pigeonholed into being "delusional," with implications that one's spiritual path cannot involve an interaction with the self as nonhuman beyond demanding psychiatric treatment. We've listened to a lot of podcasts that randomly diverge into that branch of thinking, whereby "thinking you are nonhuman" should never be a part of one's practice, and is always a sign that you need "help."

Certainly soured a lot of research time in hindsight, that's for sure.

(An aside I should mention: my only real caveat is in situations like the discussion of starseeds in which the alterhuman is used to justify/reinforce/reintroduce hegemonic barriers to equality. Unfortunately, the conversation usually begins and ends in more general spiritual spaces with misconceptions that seem to assume starseeds are what alterhumanity is. The amount to which I feel comfortable adding to this conversation however, being that I am in a white-bodied system, is best left to referring others to people who have said it better than I can here.)

Anyways. I have a point to this, beyond lamentation of the complexity of spirituality when one is part of a system.

At what point do we define something as spiritual? At what point do we define it as psychological? Between the two, at what point does faith lie, and where should we be content to let it do so?

If I say "I am the Sun, I am Linear Time," that does not detract from the physical aspect of my body (distinctly neither the Sun nor Linear Time). If I say "I knew a world, before and yet after this, where a story happened that I saw unfold," that does not mean that the biographical data I hold is suddenly invalid; neither experience nor memory as divinity change the fact I can recognize the body I inhabit for what it is and what I know of it.

That certainly, however, complicates the nature by which I relate to spirituality, and how I as a member of our system can practice in a meaningful way (let alone discover that when I front so little).

-Arty

[logan-is-noggin]

One Thought- Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: logan finally notices somethings amiss with Patton

Content warnings: swearing, mention of eating disorders

over the next week or so, the voice convinced Patton that the others didn't want to have to look at his gross fat body, which led to Patton keeping to himself more often than not when his host didn't have need of them when he did see his friends he chose to wear the cardigan to hide his body instead of simply wrapping it around his shoulders like usual. Patton even missed dinner once or twice, leaving the others to fend for themselves. it wasn't unusual for one of them, usually, logan, to skip a meal due to work.

the first one to notice patton's behavior was logan, he personally hadn't seen or heard from the moral side for almost a week straight, so logan made the short walk and quickly wrapped on the door. it was strange for Patton's door to be closed at all, he had always wanted anyone who needed to to be able to reach him if they needed something, " Patton? its logan." his brow curled in concern at his reply, " one minute."

his voice sounded almost as flat and monotone as his own at times.

he heard the click of his door unlocking' Patton never locks his door.' logan thought as well.

" The door opened halfway, logan took a half step back when he saw his compatriot's appearance. his shirt was wrinkled, his hair mussed about, probably from laying down. he didn't wear his cardigan this time, so logan saw that his clothes seemed to hang off of his form. " hey logan, did you need something?"

for once logan stammered, almost forgetting what he was going to say. " I just wondered if you were feeling alright. i personally hadn't seen you around lately." patton's gaze shifted as he shuffled in place. " oh, I'm alright, I've had a bit of a sore throat lately so just being careful not to be around in case it's contagious" he lied.

" oh, I see. have you lost weight?" Patton's face lightened at the possibility. were his tactics working? " really?" he muttered ( he's just saying that to get your hopes up, you still have a muffin top.) the voice hissed and Patton once again slumped down. " well if there's nothing else, lo, I'm gonna go lay back down." he said before closing the door and locking it in logans face before the logical side could respond.

logan retreated into his room and spent the next hour on his computer doing research. taking into account to all of Patton's physical attributes and recent behaviors, becoming more and more concerned. he fished out his phone and sent the same text message to both roman and Virgil.

come to my room. we need to talk- Logan

the pair arrived almost instantly, thanks to their transportation abilities while in the mind. roman rising up while Virgil just appeared at the foot of logans bed. " I was just about to make checkmate, I hope this is important" roman sighed

" um, I let you win cause you won't stop complaining about losing." Virgil bickered back

" will you two cease your bantering, I have something serious to discuss." he adjusted his glasses

" well spill the tea, tea-ch" roman joked as the other two just rolled their eyes. " I believe I've discovered something unsettling about Patton. I just spoke with him and he doesn't look good." Virgil and roman sobered at his words

" what do you mean logan?"

" he's lost weight, and a bit more than seems healthy." logans tone set the other two into a more serious mood, even roman stopped his jokes.

" well, what do you suppose we do logan? how sure are you even that he's in trouble." the prince asked

" not as sure as I wish I was I'm afraid. but I have a solution for that as well, and I'm going to need your help."

logan opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small camera lens. to which Virgil stood up quickly shaking his head.

" no f**king way logan."

" Virgil i-"

" no, you cant spy on Patton! Whatever suspicions you have isn't enough to breach his privacy like that!"

just as determined, logan shouted back, " it's either this or leave Patton alone, and if we do that, who knows what could become of him."

the teacher's shoulders slumped and roman tried to be the voice of reason between the two.

" Virgil, do you have a different idea of how to find out for sure if there's something wrong with Patton." the situation was too serious for nicknames." Virgil stood there, arms crossed. " and you tried just asking him outright if he's okay?"

logan nodded " of course he denied anything being wrong."

Virgil threw his hands up in surrender. " fine! do what you need to, but I still don't like it." with that, the anxious side left through the door to his room.

that left roman and logan " so what's the plan?"

Next Chapter ->

[mlm-only-support]

I'm sending this bc hoping to offer perspective? I just discovered the "mlm only discourse," but legit the first 5 blogs I found were truscum and/or transmed before I found yours. I'm a nb lesbian, and even with staying pretty quiet and tailoring my online experience, up until the past few months I've seen much more nb exclusionary stuff than support. Fact of the matter is, a lot of people who tout this use the cover of "I just want an exclusive space!" Which sucks bc they're (1/?)

continued: turning the totally reasonable request of wanting a space JUST for people like them (which I totally get), into a dogwhistle, similar to how terfs post stuff that *seems* reasonable but is actually filled with transphobic ideology. This doesn't excuse people sending hate or dead bodies (jfc) by ANY means. But also as somebody who's been mocked a lot over gender and felt for years I couldn't ever identify as I am, seeing an outcropping of nb exclusionary blogs oft headed by truscum/transmed (2/?)

is.... certainly a HUGE red flag, you understand? And it's really unfair to mlm who legit just want a place on the internet to just themselves. I get that I'm not the exact same, but the experience sort of parallels so I was hoping I could offer perspective from the "other side" as it were. Maybe spreading the use of "transphobes/enbyphobes(forget the word)/truscum/transmed/etc. DNI" in banners would help? Because as it is I think that's what's causing a lot of frustration for even (3/?)

innocent nb people because we're so used to hostility, and is a breeding ground for people who can use this as an excuse to promote their harmful ideology regarding nb people. I understand now that "mlm only" is an innocent claim, but it seems to have been quickly co-opted, and it would help if there was a seen effort that showed excluding nb people on a more "fundamental" level isn't okay. Not that I'd want to be in the space of a truscum "nblx dni" person anyway, but this kind of (4/?)

breeds an environment where nb people are expected to sit down an shut up and accept growing numbers of anti-nb spaces because if we do say anything we're called out on being invasive and can't respect people's boundaries, when in actuality that's a cover intentionally being used by hateful people to simultaneously prove how bad we are and successfully lock us out of our communities. And these feelings could be avoided and hateful people quickly shut down if suggested DNI became common. (5/?)

Sorry this was so long but I felt I couldn't message because even though you seem kind, I'm afraid of not being anon because historically I've gotten hate and belittled and told to change my identity etc. whenever I try to speak up. This isn't entirely my place, but I'm hoping that suggestion could help before "mlm only" becomes common shorthand for being hateful and exclusionary like similar sentiments in nblw and wlw spaces have- that screws everyone over, including people who are (6/?)

earnest and welcoming but simply want some mlm spaces for themselves. (Also will help slow spread of indoctrination hopefully, because like how terfs prey on young lesbians, most of the nblm dni people I saw were under 20, and a lot of truscum/transmeds I see are generally young trans men who were absolutely predated on by older exclusionists). Thank you for your time, and I sincerely hope I didn't intrude. I just want these communities to be safe for all who need them. ❤ -Avery (7/7)

(also separate but sorry if that last one sent a bunch of times, I kept getting errors. extra sorry i know i can be long winded but that was like, impossible to condense, yknow? thank you for your time even if you don't feel comfortable posting that, and have a great day and hope you are doing well in these times!

alright so first i wanted to say thank you for taking the time to write your ask, im always open to answering things like this. as well, if you ever do want to dm me, i am completely open to dms and would never do anything like try to change your identity or convince you otherwise because thats just not how i roll

so getting to the content of the ask, i do agree theres a... disturbing growing trend of enbyphobia in the mlm-only community.

our specific community is small, only about 30-40 people. ive noticed about... 3 or 4 blogs that are incredibly aggressive to nonbinary people. ive been thinking of calling one out in particular that constantly posts stuff like "fuck nb people you guys cant fucking read and i dont want you on my fucking blog" (like yikes dawg). i think people like that are using the guise of mlm-only in order to treat nb people like shit, and thats not what i want our community to be about.

ive also noticed the trend of people saying things like "you cant be an nb man" and "you cant be nblm and mlm". this one has existed for a while, before all of the aggression cropped up. i think these people are pretty confused and id honestly want to have a discussion with them to see if i can educate them, or to see if they just... dont want to change their view. i dont see how invalidation of peoples personal identities belongs on a blog about liking men (newsflash, guys: you dont have to want to date them to respect them! its really easy, haha), so god knows why posts like that are made!

i think the banners would be a good idea for mlm-only blogs that are truly nb supportive, to try and weed out parts of the community that post shit like that.

tldr; anon said it was a good idea to make dni banners for mlm-only blogs that say "enbyphobes dni" and things like that, and i agreed because ive been seeing really aggressive enbyphobia in the community for a bit.

[hellospunkiebrewster]

Hello! I recently started following your blog and it's amazing! From what i've seen you know a lot of stuff so i thought i'd ask you a question that's been on my mind for some time - How did women deal with their periods in regency era? I'm sorry but i was wondering what D&D MC would do in that time of the month, with all those dresses and stuff.

Awesome question Nonnie! It is true that yes, women didn’t have the same sort of luxuries we do now when dealing with their periods but you might be surprised that a lot of the concepts were quite similar. My full answer will be behind the cut here. Let’s talk periods!

Firstly though, I think it is important to talk about what exactly women were sporting under their skirts during the time. In a previous post I mentioned that many ladies of the time did not wear anything under their skirts. Drawers were considered unladylike and risqué as they resembled pants and a lady should never be caught in anything resembling pants, however, they were just beginning to catch on. Even many men did not wear them in the early 1800s, instead using their overlong shirts as their primary undergarment as it was thought that drawers spoiled the line of your trousers. Drawers made their appearance in 1806, but it took time for them to gain popularity for both men and women. The lack of anything under a lady’s skirts was the subject of many a cartoonist of the era.

Thomas Rowlandson’s Exhibition Stare Case, 1800.

The first women’s undergarments, pantalettes, were little more than two tubes of fabric with a tie to secure them around the woman’s waist. They may include some decorative lace at the hems, Incase they were seen by the likes of Mr. Sinclaire. This allowed for the lady to attend to her business without having to remove any layers of her clothing. It also probably provided for quite the show when a woman might be on stage dancing the can-can.

Drawing of women’s pantalettes.

So now that we know what was covering, or not covering, a lady’s business in that era we can talk about what ladies did during their monthlies. There were about three to four options, depending on your flow and means.

The first and most convenient of the options was probably what amounts to as a homemade tampon. This didn’t require you to remove anything in order to relieve yourself. A smooth stick, like a dowel, about the length of one’s little finger would be wrapped with absorbent linen cloths and sewn. Sometimes herbs or other home remedies would be included in this bundle, in an attempt to help assuage some of the symptoms that came along with one’s monthly. A long string would be attached and sewn in as well, and a lady would use the string not only for extraction but for tying it around her leg as to not leave the bloody little bundle of shame behind if she sneezed or coughed in public. These were disposable. Other tampons might be as simple as a small drawstring bag with a sponge or wadded up fabric inside. The small baggie’s contents could be disposed of and replaced and the bag reused. These would be homemade and our dear friend Briar has probably been busy when we’re out, stitching up some tampons for us.

Drawing of these “privy place suppositories” as they were called.

The second option, probably often used as a backup for ladies with heavier flows, would be to secure a wadded up napkin, made of fabric, between her legs with the use of a belt just above her hips like a loincloth under her skirt, petticoats, and chemise. This is where the term on the rag comes from. This fabric was essentially what amounted to a long strip of fabric, similar in many ways to a cravat (the tie that men would wrap around their neck and tie in fancy knots as part of their full dress) folded over itself many times, although definitely not as heavily starched and painstakingly ironed as Beau Brummell’s cravats. This basically amounted to a pad, only secured around the waist since underwear, in the modern sense, was not around to hold it in place. These, unlike their tampon counterparts, were not disposable and would be kept in a covered bucket of water in a cool, private place until the lady’s monthly was over and they could be all boiled and laundered together.

Drawing of a menstrual belt, a lot more modern than what our MC would use as this particular one was from the 1870s.

The next option was reserved for ladies lucky enough to have light flows. They would simply free bleed and wear perhaps a layer of heavier petticoats under their dresses to keep their condition a secret. This method began to fall out of practice as it was discovered, towards the late 1800s to be unsanitary to just leave blood everywhere in your clothing.

Lastly, ladies of a particular economic standing (women of noble birth, wives in the ton, and those simply with rich husbands or fathers) would quite possibly spend the days in bed, feigning a headache or other type of malady, instead of troubling themselves too much with all of that suppository, menstrual belt, free bleeding nonsense unless they really had a ball or dinner party to attend that was quite crucial and particularly enticing.

I think I’m pretty safe in assuming that you realize Midol did not exist back then. The Georgian/Regency Era is also a bit removed from the religious shame of the Puritans and Medieval Times. Before this time, pain relief was not offered and extremely frowned upon as it was believed that each cramp was a reminder of Eve’s original sin. Queen Victoria, who took the throne in 1837, was actually the first woman to publicly admit to using pain relief during labor as it was also thought of as cleansing and important to the whole process of childbirth. However, in this era, that sort of religious shame was falling out of practice and women would use herbs, tinctures, and teas to help with not only pain but also shortening their time of the month.

Women would drink ginger teas, peppermint teas, chamomile tea, and infusions of yarrow root to help with cramping. They may also use other herbs or tinctures applied to the area or taken to help as well. Motherwort, used to quicken contractions for birth, may be used to ease menstrual pain. Licorice or black cohosh depending on the season we’re used. Victorian times brought about patented medicines and we began to see actual reliable pain relief for women during their periods.

Humphries Homeopathic No. 31, a Victorian Era patented medicine for menstrual relief.

I hope this answers your question Nonnie! This was a fun one, although I think I’m getting sympathy cramps just writing and thinking about it.

[magicalgirlagency]

Okay, so I've seen a couple of posts you've made about repurposing different characters for your magical girl lore and i was curious about the story these guys are all for? The details you give are really interesting to me and I'm always down for more magical girl/boy content so I was hoping I could learn a little bit more about it?

It’s good to know that you enjoy my brainstorms!

Okay, so its premise is about a universe that was abruptly reset after two goddesses have bent the rules; one goddess BARELY changed things and contribuited to a hurtful cycle, and the other one went insane and changed everything to fit her selfish and petty ideals (does that description rings a bell to you…?)

In this new universe, magic is everywhere and everyone can see it; but only those who are considered worthy can properly use it. The Magical Guardians (or Magis, for short) are humans blessed with superpowers, assigned with the task of protecting Earth from an ancient outworldly threat, the Incubators (yes, I have no qualms in making my hatred towards MadoMagi public)

The Incubators’ goals are still the same: to gather energy through acts of entropy. However, they seem to have evolved and adapted as the time went by (let’s not forget that they have been around Earth since the beginning of the times in the original series). Their cute critter forms is now nothing but a disguise to fool innocent people and steal their energy; when a Magi discovers a Incubator, the alien transforms into a unusual looking monster. Their monster forms tends to vary; they can look like cartoony inanimate objects (like the monsters in PreCure), feral mutants (like the corrupted Gems in Steven Universe), or weird humanoid monsters (like the several monsters from 90′s Sailor Moon).

The aliens’ target are still young women; however, they are very bigoted in their perception of what makes one a woman (in other words, if you are trans, genderqueer or whatever else, they won’t target you).

The Higher Beings thought they have been gone for good when they reseted everything, but it seems that they were wrong. Afraid that history may repeat itself again, they decide to train and recruit pure-hearted and heroic humans to fight them.

The Magis can be anyone you know, no matter the age, sexuality or nationality. They are given the options to start their training at a early age or late if they want (as you can see, they work on the same vein of a Pokémon Trainer). There is also types of Magis, known as Lumi, that are born with magic within them; these types are very rare, though.

Some work in groups, some work alone. Some have mascots, some don’t. Some are young, some are old. To identify a Magi, you must look closely in their eyes; if you see stars in them, you’ve successfully spotted a Magi.

Most Magis are young women fighting to earn their space in a hurtful sexist society, and male Magis (vulgarly known as Magical Boys) are rare due sexism and humiliation, but they surely exist.

Their standard henshin speech is “Magia Transform”, and once the Magi says this, they are magically scanned into their magical persona (think of the scanning halo in the transformation sequence in P&SwG).

They are equipped with a magical compact that act as communicators, radar and GPS, and disguise materialization, and their standard powers are crystalomancy, light projection/molding and ribbon materializing (think of Happiness Charge PreCure and DC’s Green Lantern).

A Magi is trained into magic and/or fighting; some are fighters, some are entertainers, but they don’t falter from their original duties of kind-hearted helpers. They can be whatever they want to be (a warrior, a witch, a robot, a fortuneteller, a ninja, and many other aesthetics), and mascots can graduate into Magis themselves as well (like how some PreCure fairies and mascots can become Magical Girls themselves).

Planet Earth is stage to many stories, with diverse protagonists; however, the main character of the show is a young woman born surrounded by mystical energies and her unusual yet magical friends (I’m still in doubt on how many teammates the main crew should have, though…), who have decided on building a business dedicated on helping others with their magic, no matter how big or how small the task may be.

The Magis have a hub world where they can be assigned to their missions, or simply just hang out, named Wondaria. This magic dimension is a solarpunk society, constantly evolving for the good of their inhabitants (it has become a haven to safety to Earth’s minorities, as of late). Being a Magi is a job that pays in this world, too.

In the heart of Wondaria, there is the city of Artemundo, where is located the Magi Headquarters (a.k.a The Gaia Division), where Magis are sent to their missions through Warp Pads (in the same vein as Crash Bandicoot and Steven Universe). After the job is finished, the earthlings are paid with small crystals known as Credits (or Creds, for short). They can be converted into regular money for one’s convenience, too.

The plot thickens as a rebellious runaway princess comes into the scene, who has traveled through many dimensions and wants to implant a system to expand the magic dimension of Wondaria into multiversal heights by pin-pointing other dimensions and meeting ever-growing casts of non-Magi heroes, and create bonds with amicable monsters, making them allies to the Magis and protectors to the humans.

My story is basically a product of spite and self-indulgence; I wanted to throw loads of shades and jabs at edgy Magical Girl stories (specially at MadoMagi and Raising Project). Other inspirations include OK KO, Kids Next Door, Kingdom Hearts, Pokémon, Super Smash Bros., Happiness Charge PreCure, Boku no Hero Academia, Little Witch Academia, and Jump Force (scheduled to be released in February 2019).

I also want to subvert some tropes in the Magical Girl genre, and some other non-MG series. I want to do the job that Steven Universe and Voltron have failed to do.

I want a story about breaking the norm, unwavering optimism and righteous anger, having zero shame in self-indulgency, defying fate, second chances to those who truly deserve it, gradual healing, self-discovery, love in every form and aspect other than just romantic, proper development and growth, fun and exciting adventures with zero consequences and punishments for wanting to be heroes, and misfits and underdogs getting their happy endings.

I mean, I would make it if my skills weren’t so limited. If someone wants to make a collab with me, hit me up anytime.

[ahopkins1965]

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Sunday, August 30, 2020

"Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth" (Matthew 5:5).

Jesus spoke this familiar verse on a hillside near the town of Capernaum. It is one of the Beatitudes, a group of instructions the Lord gave to the people. In some ways, they echo the Ten Commandments God gave to Moses, in that they provide directions for righteous living. These focus on characteristics believers need to possess.

I have to confess that I used to look at this verse as if it were an item on a spiritual to-do list, but that is much too shallow a view. I was also puzzled a bit by it - I wondered what it meant to be meek and how that would lead to blessing. Have you wondered that as well?

As I've explored this verse more, God has shown me that it holds a lot deeper meaning than I realized. Jesus' words challenge my desire for instant gratification, and offer me blessings as I let God be in control of my life.

"He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them his way" (Psalm 76:9).

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What Does "the Meek Shall Inherit the Earth" Mean?

Dividing this verse into two sections helped me see how important Jesus' choice of words was.

"Blessed Are the Meek…"

 In modern culture, the term "meek" might conjure up the image of a person who is mild, passive and even timid. But as I searched for a more complete definition, I discovered what a beautiful trait it actually is.

The ancient Greeks, namely Aristotle - "the character of one having the passion of resentment under control, and therefore is tranquil and untroubled."

Dictionary.com - "humbly patient under provocation from others, compliant, gentle, kind"

Merriam-Webster Dictionary - "enduring injury with patience and without resentment." 

Bible Dictionaries add to the idea of meekness bringing a sense of calm to the soul. The King James Bible Dictionary says "mild of temper, not easily provoked or irritated, submissive to the Divine will, not proud or self-sufficient."

The Baker's Evangelical Dictionary entry builds on the notion of meekness being connected with having a longer view: "It describes strong people who are placed in positions of weakness who keep going without sinking into bitterness or a desire for vengeance."

Meekness, then, comes not from fear, but a firm foundation of trust and faith in God. It reflects a person who keeps their eyes fixed on Him, who is able to withstand unfair treatment and injustices with grace.

"Seek the Lord, all you humble of the land, you who do what he commands. Seek righteousness, seek humility…" (Zeph. 2:3).

The second half of Matthew 5:5 refers to the result of living with true meekness of spirit.

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"...for They Will Inherit the Earth."

This phrase was confusing to me until I understood more of that longer view God wants us to have. In other words, we are ideally living here on Earth while being aware of the life that's yet to come. In our humanness, that can be a hard balance to strike.

The inheritance Jesus' means is peace, joy and contentment in our daily lives, wherever we find ourselves, and hope for our future. Again, this is not a popular idea in a world that places importance on grabbing fame, wealth and accomplishments as soon as possible. It highlights the things that matter to God versus those of men, and Jesus wanted the people to see the clear difference between the two.

Jesus knew that most people in His time made their living as farmers, fishermen or tradesmen. They weren't rich or powerful, but had to deal with those who were. Being oppressed by both Roman rule and the religious leaders led to frustrating and even fearful moments. Jesus wanted to remind them that God was still present in their lives, and they were called to live by His standards.

This passage as a whole also hints at the persecution that first Jesus, and then His followers, would face. He would soon share with the Apostles how he would be put to death and rise again. Most of them, in turn, would later experience some of the same treatment. It would be vitally important for the disciples to see Jesus' circumstances, and their own, through eyes of faith.

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What Are the Beatitudes?

The Beatitudes are part of a much larger teaching Jesus gave near Capernaum. He and the twelve disciples had been travelling through Galilee, with Jesus teaching and healing as they went. Crowds soon began coming from all over the region to see Him. Finally, Jesus went up onto a hillside to speak to the enormous gathering. The Beatitudes are the opening to this message, popularly known as The Sermon on the Mount. 

Through these points, recorded in Matthew 5:3-11 and Luke 6:20-22, Jesus laid out characteristics that genuine believers are to have. They can be seen as a "Christian code of ethics" that clearly show how different God's ways are than the ways of the world. Jesus meant the Beatitudes to serve as a moral compass to guide people when facing temptations and troubles in this life.

Each begins with "Blessed are," and presents a specific trait. Then, Jesus states what the ultimate reward will be for those that are faithful in it, whether right away or at a future time. He goes on from there to teach other principles for Godly living. 

In Chapter 5 of Matthew's Gospel, verse 5 is the third Beatitude of eight. Before that, Jesus introduced the traits of being poor in spirit, and of mourning. All of these first three qualities speak of the value of humility and acknowledge God's supremacy. 

Jesus continues, speaking of hungering and thirsting for righteousness, of being merciful and pure in heart, of seeking to make peace and of being persecuted.

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All Believers Are Called to Be Meek

God's Word emphasizes meekness as one of the most essential traits a believer can have. In fact, this quiet but powerful endurance is one way that we are set apart from those of the world. According to Scripture, everyone who desires to please God will:

See the value in meekness, embracing it as part of a Godly life.

Desire to grow in meekness, knowing we can't do it without God.

Pray for opportunities to show meekness to others, hoping it will lead them to God.

The Old and New Testaments are full of lessons and reminders about this characteristic. Many of the early heroes of the faith lived it out.

"Now Moses was a very humble man, more humble than anyone else on the face of the earth" (Numbers 12:3).

Jesus taught over and over about humility and loving our enemies. Those two elements show that being meek is not passive, but making an active choice motivated by God's love.

"You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven" (Matthew 5:43-44).

In this passage from Matthew 11, Jesus spoke of Himself in this way, then invited others to join Him. 

"Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls" (Matthew 11:29).

Jesus showed us the ultimate example of meekness during His trial and crucifixion. He willingly tolerated abuse and then death because He knew the result would be salvation for us. Isaiah shared a prophesy of this event that reads, "he was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, he did not open his mouth…" (Isaiah 53:7).

Later, the Apostle Paul encouraged the new church members to respond to Jesus' meekness by “putting it on” themselves, and letting it govern their behavior.

"Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience" (Colossians 3:12).

As we think more about meekness, though, we need to keep in mind that we are not meant to stay silent all the time. God always takes care of us, but He may call us to speak out and defend Him to others, maybe even loudly. Jesus provides us with a model for that as well. He knew the passions of His Father's heart, and let those lead Him during His ministry. For example:

"When he had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice, ‘Lazarus, come out!’” (John 11:43).

"So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple courts, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. To those who sold doves he said, ‘Get these out of here! Stop turning my Father’s house into a market!’” (John 2:15-16).

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What Does This Verse Mean for Believers Today?

Meekness may sound like an outdated idea. But if God calls us to it, He will show us how it applies to our lives. We may not face open persecution, but we certainly can find ourselves caught up in unfair circumstances. The question is how we handle those moments. 

For instance, how do you think you'd respond if someone talked about you behind your back, or your faith was made fun of, or another person took advantage of you? We can try to defend ourselves, or we can ask God to equip us with quiet dignity to go through. One way leads to momentary relief, while the other leads to spiritual growth, and may even be a witness to others.

If I'm honest, meekness is not always my first response, because it goes against my human tendency to get justice and to stand up for myself. My heart needs to change, but it won't happen without God's touch. With a prayer, I can invite Him into the process. The Lord will build each of us up, revealing practical and powerful ways to walk out the trait each day. 

The mindset of meekness is a discipline that will strengthen us to face any type of difficulty or bad treatment. Having this kind of spirit is one of the hardest yet most rewarding goals we can set. Now that I see what being meek means and where it will lead me, I'm more determined to make the journey. 

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Heather Adams is an author, speaker, and singer living in Connecticut. Heather’s passion is to equip and encourage believers to seek more of God’s truth and to experience more of His joy each day. Her book, Bow Down: The Heart of a True Worshipper is a practical, 30-day devotional about worship based on the writings of King David. Heather's blog, Worship Walk Ministries, offers weekly Scripture passages and insights to ponder. A native New Englander, Heather is settling into her home in the South, trying out local foods and watching for the alligators that live nearby! You can connect with her on her website: heatheradamsworshipwalk.com

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[kardemomme-kisses-archive]

i've seen a lot of ur ideas on characters like sana isak and vilde but is there something extra u can say abt eva's underrated character? is there any special moments you really liked with her, is there any part of her characterization that you could talk on and on about? i rrly like eva and i hardly ever seen in depth convos abt her character or even just a few gifs that show the complexity of her character

I feel you anon, I feel you. There can never be enough discussion about her (and sadly, there usually isn’t which is more than a little perplexing to me seeing as she’s such a multi-dimensional character with a fully fledged arc who undergoes tremendous growth and imparts so many significant messages).

More under the cut because apparently I am not familiar with the meaning of brevity.

So, let’s talk about Eva Kviig Mohn. Eva, who started this series feeling so soul-crushingly lonely, with a boyfriend who as much as I love him when it came to his priorities back in their first year he wasn’t very attentive to her and her wishes. It always felt like there was this invisible line between her and Jonas’s friends whenever they were in the same room, a line she never fully crossed because she was never really integrated into their group. And really, this was all Eva wanted back then - a place to belong, to be a part of something, friends to have sleepovers with and share secrets and hushed confessions, maybe drink a little too much and dance together under bright lights and swirling colours. Even more so, she wanted the warmth of someone’s arm around her shoulders when she was feeling stressed about her grades plummeting, terrified that she could feel the boy she fell for slipping away from her  so cold inside that big old empty house …And the worst part about Eva’s situation is that she did have that once, and it went so much deeper beyond just hanging out together. Not when ingrid  befriended Eva accepted her into her circle and stood up for her during a very difficult period in her life.  Eva lost that the day she picked Jonas over Ingrid and I think that a part of hers will always be plagued by self doubt because was this really the right decision? Has she ruined this friendship for good? What if she’ll never have anything like that again? 

Let’s talk about Eva and one of the first friendships she built after picking herself up from the ground from one of her lowest points and daring to reach out and start again. A friendship that started as a whirlwind because when Noora barged into Eva’s life so fierce and strong and self-assured, so unapologetic and unafraid to be herself , it must have felt like the answer to everything Eva was looking for. Noora’s independence and courage to stand up for what she believed must have been so desirable to eva who was a little lost within herself back then, wonderful admirable Noora who was everything Eva did not feel she could ever become and everything she wished she would be… Eva might have put her on a pedestal in the beginning of their friendship but the way it evolved so organically, with her discovering that Noora was everything but infallible, with her own very real vulnerabilities was what really brought them even closer together and provided some of the warmth that had been missing from both of their lives before. They learnt so many things from each other and this helped them gradually grow out of their own insecurities and become the version of themselves they are today.

Let’s talk about Eva and the trait of hers I find the most admirable: her bravery and maturity, as demonstrated by the way she approached her relationships with Jonas and Ingrid. Let’s talk about a relationship so full of innocence and the quiet optimism of a first love which was ultimately brought down because they were both so focused on trying to maintain this ideal, the dream, the perfect romance,a world where everything was viewed through rose tinted glasses,that when the cracks started to appear they would rather pretend they were not there. And those issues that had been undermining the foundations of their relationship from the very start could indeed not be washed away, not even by the genuine love between them. Most importantly they never learned how to communicate and establish trust since they never had enough faith in each other to stay and work through a conflict and neither of them really knew how to compromise. Thus in the end they became their own worst enemy, which is something that Eva saw and in one of the most mature decisions anyone in this show has ever made took the first step towards a healthier future because she realised that they coudn’t grow while they were still together and holding each other back. This scene sent such an important message because eva's journey towards self-agency and self-discovery is such an indispensable part of life in general and of the teenage experience more specifically, sincee at this age where the matter of forming an identity comes into the forefront for the first time with such an intensity it is very easy to fall into the trap of defining yourself strictly within the confines of pre-existing or newly formed relationships. Even more importantly, a relationship can be unhealthy for you even if there is still so much love on both sides and this does not get addressed enough sadly. But here it was. It was and Eva handled it in the most beautiful way.

Let’s talk about Eva and the tremendous courage she showed when she confronted Ingrid and in that moment faced all the fears shame and guilt that had been haunting her for months. How in one of the most emotional moments in that season when she expressed how she wishes she had done things with jonas differently but she can’t keep feeling guilty her whole life she refused to let the shame and the guilt over past actions consume her, acknowledged her past mistakes with full clarity, chose to reconcile with everything that happened and actively decided to channel the remorse into moving on and focusing on self improvement and doing better in the future.

Let’s talk about Eva and one of the most underrated scenes in her season which I seldom see discussed, if at all. “Everyone’s like what kind of person are you? You have to know who you are. What a fucking cliche!” is one of the most important things she’s ever said for me. I feel like the way everyone always stresses about how adolescence is supposed to be the age that everyone should discover and define their identity puts a lot of pressure on teens and this moment stresses out that it is alright to feel a little lost within yourself and it is alright for someone to take this journey at their very own pace or not at all until they feel emotionally ready for it. Self exploration is an ongoing procedure which never really ends nor is it constrained by age limits and feelings of uncertainty are an absolutely natural part of it which is something this scene showcased  beautifully.

Lastly, let’s talk about one of Eva’s strongest features : her heart, her capacity for infinite compassion and forgiveness. And I can think of no other way to do so other than talk a bit about her friendship with Isak. Truly, there have always been heaps of understanding and forgiveness between them, even when isak's actions drive a wedge in the foundations of their bond. Eva has always been nothing but compassionate and patient towards him and it’s a true testament to her character that even when she didn't know the cause of his betrayal she mostly felt hurt and confused rather than scornful and resentful. Moreover, once she discovered the true source of his lashing out her stance shifted as well because there have never been any lingering traces of bitterness or anger ever since then.Of course that is in part due to her own emotional maturity and clarity when it came to her own responsibility in the fallout of her relationship, but also she is one of the few people who truly saw isak in that moment, the only one who saw his struggle and recognised his strife. It is a feeling very familiar to her after all, because she used to be in a very similar spot - losing sight of herself, being plagued by insecurity and guilt, having alienated and hurt her own friends in the process. She knew this is a journey he has to take on his own, so she would be there in the end waiting for him. And when he went through his own path of self discovery and reconciliation with himself, when he was finally ready to take that first step reach out acknowledge what he had done and try to make amends, she was already there with a soft smile and an accepting heart. Eva is absolutely the kind of person to take joy in her friends' happiness and this Isak - Isak who was finally confident and in peace with every part of himself - was glowing with contentment. In that moment all the space she had ever granted him was worth it and the look she gave him was full of pride and kindness.

So there she is. Eva Kviig Mohn. A brave girl, a caring girl, a girl who has been through so much but never lost her courage or her smile. A girl who wasn’t afraid to make difficult decisions, a girl who was lost but managed to rediscover herself. There she is, the girl we all recognise a part of ourselves in, having found a new second family, surrounded by laughter music and colours, people who genuinely care about her and came to celebrate with her when she threw her birthday party, people she brought together from the most unlikely places and who will never let her feel alone again. Her story is one of self growth and acceptance, of finding your place in a world that is often too demanding, unforgiving and cold and I really wish it got more attention than it does because it captures the essence of some of the most important and difficult years in our lives and it really deserves to be heard.