#but he‘s so arrogant he makes it work

[leenys-rqg-blog]

thinking about the lifespan differences between dwarfs (zolf) and humans (oscar) ……..

yk i always say cats aren‘t ALLOWED to die (looking at you mao.), but i think the same goes for oscar.

Then again Zolf dealing with his death is quite the one shot idea-

[berryispunk]

Who Will Rise and Who Will Fall

pairing: Priest Frankie x OFC

Part 4 of "Nothing You Can Do Will Save Me"

previous parts readable here

summary: Lucy’s dad gets taught a long overdue lesson. dual pov

tags/warnings: domestic violence, alcohol abuse, LONGING, YEARNING, mutual pining , kissing, swearing, ANGST, a fist fight, some violence, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, Catholicism, small age difference (Frankie is mid 30’s, Lucy beginning of 20’s), sexual tension, AU, Catholic Church Core, dirty thoughts, small town, inner turmoil, a hint of soft Frankie, Frankie being a badass

A huge thank you to everyone that keeps track of this story. It means the absolute world to me! <3

Don't raise your fists in defiance at the heavens or speak with such arrogance. For no one on earth—from east or west, or even from the wilderness— should raise a defiant fist. It is God alone who judges; he decides who will rise and who will fall. Psalms 75:5-7 

The following days were pure torture for Frankie. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t even pray. If he found himself with his hands folded all he could see was your hurt expression when he had told you to leave. When he laid awake at night he stared at the ceiling, watching the light change from the cold, blue hues of the night to the warm purple-ish ones of the early morning hours. It felt like an endless loop of torment.

But he deserved it all.

He had spent weeks longing for that moment. Your lips on his and finally close to you. He fought every war inside himself to not give in. Reminding himself why this should not be. His vows, his faith. It made him feel like he failed his calling. He‘s worked so hard to be where he was today. After years of barely surviving he thought he had finally found the one thing that gave him peace of mind. But he‘d been so wrong. 

The moment he first laid eyes on you and felt that slight flutter in his chest, he knew he would never be the same again. All the nights he dreamed about you and subsequently touched himself were the highlights of his day and up until recently the closest he thought he’d ever be to you. But when he‘d finally kissed you it felt like a damn revelation, like the ones he always talked about in his sermons. However, the conflict between his feelings and beliefs was loud, screaming at him to stick to his vocation. Ultimately he had pushed you away even if his whole body ached for your presence, burning up with a desire so intense and overwhelming it made him feel like crawling out of his own skin to not feel it anymore. Never in his life had he been that conflicted. 

How could this be considered a sin if it felt so right? 

Still, with the last bits of his restraint he created distance, making you think that this couldn‘t happen ever again, building up a facade to mask his own feelings, making it look like he wasn‘t affected by your sheer existence in the most powerful way possible. His thoughts were constantly revolving around you. If he closed his eyes just long enough he could almost taste you on his lips still. He wished for nothing more than to be able to kiss you again even if his inner world was so tumultuous it took his air to breathe. It made him restless and felt like he was slowly losing his mind. 

Frankie had fought many battles in his life. He had been on the battlefield for his country. He battled the ugly and all-consuming side of addiction, where he repeatedly woke up in a puddle of his own vomit and urine, shivering and sweating while his body screamed for the next fix. He faced more shit in his lifetime than most people could ever imagine but still, after all that, warring with his desire for you seemed to be hardest of them all. It was a different kind of pain he wasn’t prepared for and he had to take care not to get lost in it. He had learned to keep busy, doing all the little jobs around the church to not get sucked into the spiral of his nemesis, you. 

But even the most mundane tasks, things he usually found contentment in, were nothing short of annoying. Worst of all were the times he sat in the confessional. Every time he listened to one of the people in town confessing their trivial sins and absolved them with a prayer he stayed in place long after they left, his head resting against the screen and letting his mind wander back to the one thing his world revolved around: You. 

So when the next Sunday service came around he was particularly tense, barely able to focus on his tasks and his flock noticed. Sideways glances, whispering, even some clearing their throat when he had trouble continuing his homily. His gaze drifted over the pews, scanning for you, but of course you weren’t there and he didn’t know if it made him relax or tightened the vice around his heart further. After service the usual people came to him for some light conversation but even the simplest of tasks, upholding a conversation, took all his strength. He probably furrowed his brows in exertion and it had made the person in front of him startle for a moment before they continued talking.

Later that night, back in his rectory, he sat on the old worn-down sofa, trying to distract himself by reading some bible verses like he usually did when the phone rang. The clock on his wrist showed almost 10pm and he wondered who the hell would call at this late hour? After some initial hesitation he picked up with, “Hello, Father Morales here.” 

“Frankie?” The voice on the other end made him straighten in his seat immediately. It was you.

“Lucy?” He asked back in total disbelief to hear your voice when he convinced himself he didn‘t have the right to ever interact with you again.His gut feeling told him something was terribly wrong, though. 

“I am sorry. I know it’s late, I–” You broke off, your voice thin and barely more than a strained whisper. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“My dad.” And there it was again. The rage he felt the first time he heard of all the shit your parents put you through. 

“What happened?” But you didn’t answer. Instead you just started sobbing on the other end of the line and his heart stopped immediately. 

A short intake of breath, “Lucy… Please, talk to me so I can help you.” But before you could answer he was able to hear it; the voice shouting in the background, the sounds of glass breaking. He quickly rose to his feet. 

“Where are you?”

“I’m hiding in my room in my closet. My door is locked but he’s out of control, Frankie. Wouldn’t be surprised if he tears down the door…” you whispered so full of fear it made his stomach drop further. 

“Did he…?”

“Yes,” you answered sharply and Frankie couldn’t help but hiss and lock his jaw, rage flowing through his bloodstream. He‘d thought he was calmer now. Turned out he just needed someone he wanted to protect for his own impulsive behavior to return. 

“I’m on my way. Stay where you are. Don’t move. Got it?” he commanded, maybe a bit harsher than he himself had anticipated but he desperately needed you to understand. 

“Okay… Please, Frankie. Hurry up… I–” But you were interrupted by your father yelling your name loudly and the line went dead.

In what felt like lightning speed he found himself in his car, driving through the empty streets of this Godforsaken small town, not a single soul out on the streets anymore, making it feel like a ghost town. He didn‘t care about speed limits or red lights. Your safety was the only thing that was driving him.

When he arrived at your house the lights were on, creating shadows on the front lawn like the still out of a movie until he heard loud rumbling noises from inside, followed by what appeared to be your father’s voice. The neighbors left and right of your home stood on their front porches, nosy as they were and their eyes only widened when they saw Frankie leaving his car, still in his cassock. All he did was nod while passing them as he determinedly walked to your front door and rang the doorbell. Once, twice. Waiting for an answer until, finally, your father Jack opened the door with a woosh and such a strong waft of alcohol  it almost made Frankie nauseous.

“Good evening, Mr. Davis. It‘s Father Morales. I know it is late but I would like to talk to your daughter, Lucy.” 

Jack raised a sceptical eyebrow before eyeing Frankie up and down. “Good evening, Father. With all due respect, it’s night time. What possible matters do you have to discuss with my daughter that can’t wait until tomorrow?” he asked, his words measured but his dismissal apparent. 

“Yeah, I know it's quite unconventional. But I assure you, it’s important. It won’t take long.”

Jack scoffed. “And you, Father, why would I let you talk to my daughter at this time of night? Hell no.”

“Sir, I get your concerns but I only come with good intentions. You can stay close, I don’t mind at all,” he lied and bit the inside of his cheek. He wished he could just tell this low-life to fuck off but instead he stayed calm and polite like he‘d been taught in seminary. 

Finally your father stepped aside and gestured for him to come inside. The house was a mess with pieces of broken glass, a lot of empty beer and other booze bottles scattered around everywhere and the smell of alcohol so strong Frankie felt like he’d be getting tipsy just from standing in the hallway. He could take it all in at a quick glance but he focused back on Jack to not seem prying.

“Do you want a drink, Father? Oh shit, probably not, right? Are priests even allowed to drink?” 

“Oh, we are indeed allowed to enjoy some beverages but right now I am good, thank you,” Frankie dismissed with a nod. 

“Hah, interesting,” Jack snorted. “Didn’t know that. Well.. Let me get you my daughter real quick. Be right back.” Frankie almost couldn‘t believe that he was cooperating.

He watched him going down the hallway, knocking at one of the doors and hollering, “Lucy, you’ve got a visitor. It’s…” he looked towards Frankie before his gaze was on the door again. “The priest, Father Morales,” he proclaimed and your door opened immediately.

His heart nearly stopped when he saw you walking out, just in your pajamas and your whole body as hunched and tiny as when he had seen you in his office. 

“Father Morales?” You asked innocently, as if you weren't the one that called him just minutes ago. You sure knew how to play your game. 

Your father nodded and gestured towards where Frankie stood at the end of  the small hallway and for just a fraction your face lit up before your eyebrows furrowed again. You stepped closer to him, Frankie’s heart in his throat as he looked down at you. 

“Good evening, Lucy. Can we talk for a moment?” he asked, trying his hardest to make it sound as nonchalant as he could while you nodded in agreement. 

Your father‘s watchful eyes were focused on the two of you as you gestured for him to follow you into your room, leaving the door ajar and your father still standing close by.

Frankie felt highly uncomfortable and didn’t even want to know how bad you must feel. You took a few steps towards the window, out of earshot of your dad and he followed you mindlessly. 

“Thank you for coming,” you whispered quietly, clearly still afraid your father might hear as you kept looking out the window.

“Of course…” he answered without hesitation, mustering you to see if you’ve had any new injuries. Of course you had; your wrists were blue and Frankie stepped closer without second-guessing to gently take your wrists and look at them, his brows frowning deeply as his thumb traced over the marks ever so gently. You let him do it, your eyes still fearful but there was also something more in them: trust. And maybe this meant more to him than any kiss could ever do, because despite the hell you were going through and the hurt he caused you, you still trusted him and it made his heart twist painfully in his chest. There was this brief flicker of, did he deserve it? Your trust?

“I am sorry,” he mumbled, his gaze still fixed on your wrists. 

“For what?”

“For not being able to protect you. For hurting you. For—” he broke off, his voice choked with emotions he had tried to bury. 

“Frankie…” you murmured as you took his hands in yours, searching for his eyes. “It’s okay… I know why you’ve done it. I understand. But it still….”

“Hurts,” he finished your sentence and you nodded as your eyes locked and in this close proximity it took everything and then some to not wrap you in his arms and hold you close, burying his face in your hair, inhaling your scent and just drowning in it. But he knew he couldn't, no, he shouldn’t.

“You can’t stay here, Lucy. I’ve seen the state of this house, the smell… Nobody should live like this,” he said almost inaudibly. 

“I have nowhere to go, Frankie. I still haven’t saved enough money to move to my sister. I–”

“Stay with me in the rectory. I’ve got a spare room,” he interrupted.

You scoffed sarcastically. “Yeah, great idea. Because it’s totally normal for a girl to stay in the home of the local priest? Don’t be ridiculous, Frankie. People already talk enough as it is, you know that.”

“I don’t care about people, Lucy. I only care about you and your safety,” he answered and he meant every word. 

You blinked at him in disbelief, fighting with yourself before you simply stated, “Okay.”

“Okay?” he retorted, just to make sure that he‘d heard you correctly and you answered with a nod and the faintest of smiles. 

“Good girl,” he praised, not realizing how ambiguous it might have sounded and you just chuckled softly in response before letting go of his hands and starting to pack some clothes in a bag. 

Frankie took a look around your room. It was similar to the image he had made up in his head, maybe not as girly as he thought it would be. It was particularly tidy, despite - or because - the rest of the house and if the both of you had more time, if this was another life, he would have loved to have you show him all your favorite little trinkets in this room, listening to stories you‘d have to tell about them. But right now, he had to make sure you were safe. So he cleared his throat before asking, “You think your dad will let you leave without a fight?”

“Absolutely not,” you answered. “What do we even tell him…?”

“Let me do the talking,” he said to calm you down as your shoulders tensed visibly at the thought of confronting your father. 

Frankie ushered you out of the room, his hand splayed over the small of your back, passing your father who immediately rose wobbly from his seat on the couch, a beer bottle in hand.

“What the fuck is going on, Father?” 

“Mr. Davis,” he tried to reason with him in a soft voice but your father‘s eyes were wild in an instant before Frankie turned his gaze on you and commanded, “Wait in the car, Lucy.” You obeyed as you practically fled your own home with bag in hand and your father watching every step. 

Suddenly Jack laughed deeply and ominously. “Ah, I see how it is now, Father. She told you about my little attempt at tough love, huh?” Frankie was practically vibrating with barely contained anger. 

“Tough love? This is abuse, Mr. Davis. No need to sugarcoat anything here.” 

“That’s a big word, Father. Besides, what do you know? Are you even allowed to do such things? I thought prejudice was a sin.” 

Frankie’s eyes were narrowing. “It is not prejudice if I see all the signs clearly with my own two eyes. And of course I am allowed to keep someone in my flock safe.” 

“You think my daughter is safer with you than at home with her own father?”

Frankie nodded slowly and Jack just scoffed contemptuously again. 

“That’s ridiculous,” he stated and towered over Frankie but he didn‘t even flinch. He fought with many men in his life, some even bigger than your father. He wasn’t afraid to throw some fists if that meant he could keep you safe. 

“You may call it that, but I see it differently. You’re just a drunk miserable bastard who can’t treat his daughter with even an ounce of respect. So if you’d excuse me Mr. Davis, I’d like to take your daughter somewhere safe,” as he turned around Jack grabbed his arm forcefully.

“You get my daughter back in this house, now!” he commanded and Frankie had to bite back a scoff. 

“No,” he simply stated.

“This is not a request, Father Morales,” Jack hissed, jaw clenched. 

“I don’t give a damn about your request. Let go of my arm or you’ll regret this,” Frankie said deadly calm but Jack just laughed. 

“You’re gonna hit me or what, priest? Are you even allowed to–”

Frankie didn’t have the nerve to let him finish the sentence. “Don’t you dare bring my faith into this. It’s got nothing to do with it. I am here as a man who tries to do what’s right and God help me, I don’t think he minds if I teach a much-needed lesson using my hands.” 

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You sat in Frankie’s car as the minutes went by agonizingly slowly. You knew your father wouldn’t let you go without a fight but the longer you sat in this car the more restless you became. Suddenly there was movement as the front door flung open and Frankie stumbled out of it, holding his cheek. Shit. You immediately left his car, slamming the door shut but neither Frankie nor your dad noticed you. 

Frankie found his stand quickly, straightening back up as he unbuttoned the buttons of his sleeves and rolled them up, his fists clenched. 

“‘s that all you got?” He challenged your dad when he raised his fists and your dad didn’t even hesitate as he ran towards Frankie and threw a fist but Frankie ducked without a problem so your dad was left punching air and tumbling. 

You watched the scene unfold from a distance, not wanting to interfere unless desperately needed, trusting in Frankie’s fighting skills. You watched in horror as the neighbors came out of their houses to watch the fight. Sure, it wasn‘t an everyday occurrence that a priest fought with the local drunk disgrace but you hated them all the more for it. 

Your father quickly found his bearings as he attacked Frankie again who wasn’t as quick this time and caught a hook straight to his chin. You heard him groan in pain as your hand reached out but you didn’t daresay a word. 

The look on Frankie‘s face was sinister, cold and measured as he threw a punch in return, targeting your dad’s stomach who bent over in pain and cursed a loud ‘Fucking bastard!’ as Frankie straightened back up, cracking his knuckles and tilting his head. Clear as day that this wasn‘t his first fist fight.

“You leave her alone, you understand? If I see you even close to her in a radius of five feet I take some more drastic measures, got it?” he hissed but your dad, the hot head, clearly overestimated his own strength and took another swing with his fist. Frankie evaded swiftly and it caused your dad to lose the last resemblance of balance as he dropped face first onto the front lawn. Frankie was hovering over him, grabbing him by the collar of his flannel and hit him repeatedly. You could’ve sworn you heard something crack under the force of his punches as you decided to interrupt before Frankie killed him. 

“Father!” you screeched as you hurried towards the scene and took Frankie’s bloody fists to stop him from hitting your father again. Frankie’s eyes were dark, wild and cold and it made your blood freeze. This was not the Frankie you knew and it scared you. “Hey, it’s… It’s me,” you reasoned softly and it was your voice that seemed to bring him back to the present. The warmth in his eyes returned in an instant as you released a breath you didn’t know you‘d been holding.

“Lucy….” he stammered, looking between you and your father‘s bloody and bruised face and the guilt was palpable on his own. You helped him up from the ground, one last dismissive look at your father on the grass before the two of you made their way to his car. One last death glare with a silent ‘Fuck off’ towards your neighbors later, you sat in Frankie’s passenger seat and he started the motor. Your house was getting smaller in the rearview mirror as he drove and the nosy neighbors vanished back into their houses, not one rushing to help your father. 

The drive was silent but the tension unmistakable. The adrenalin of the fight radiated off him in waves as you watched him moving and tilting his fists alternately. No doubt they would hurt for a while. 

“Are you okay?” you asked tentatively and he just nodded, his gaze fixed on the road. 

“Are you?” he returned instead of answering, his voice hoarse and you whispered a quiet, ‘I think so.’ 

A while later the two of you arrived in the church parking lot with tires swirling around the gravel underneath them before coming to a halt. It was almost pitch black. Only some small lights illuminated the building. 

You slowly exited the car as you watched Frankie take your bag from the backseat and nudge his head towards the front door of the rectory before he locked the car and unlocked the door, flicking on the lights. You watched all his little movements closely, but it still seemed such a blur. 

“You want something to drink?” he asked as he made his way towards the small kitchen aisle.  “Yes, water would be nice,” using the opportunity to look around a bit. The inside of the house was small, combined living room and kitchen area, with furniture unmistakably way older than any of you. He had thrown your bag on the big 70’s print couch and hissed in pain. It was his hands.

A short while later he returned with a glass of water and some alcoholic beverage for himself, probably whiskey, but you couldn‘t tell for sure. All of this should be awkward, but you simply felt safe in his presence. It had just occurred to you that you weren‘t at home with your abusive father anymore.

He slumped down into the cushions with a heavy sigh and gestured for you to sit down as well. It made your heart constrict in your chest. He took a generous sip out his bulbous glass before he placed it on the small side table in front of him. After taking a sip of the water you mirrored his movement and placed your glass on the table too before you looked at him still tilting his hands and his face consisting of a single grimace.

“Let me have a look…” you said before you scooted closer and took his hands in yours, assessing the damage. His knuckles were bloody, maybe a bit swollen. “We need some ice,” you stated and he nodded defeatedly as he said “Kitchen.“ You rose to your feet immediately to get an ice pack out of the freezer and sat back next to him, placing the ice on his hands and he flinched slightly. 

“Had it worse in the army…” he murmured as he kept his gaze locked onto your delicate hands holding the ice pack against his own. 

“You served?” sounding as surprised as you were. 

“Yes ma’am. Was a delta force pilot before I got discharged.”

“Wow,” you breathed. “You can fly an aircraft?”

“Mostly helicopters, but yeah,” he corrected, a weary smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s impressive,” you said as you tightened your grip a bit on his hands. 

He was hissing again. “‘m sorry,” you said apologetically but he laughed humorlessly in return. 

There was a long beat of silence before you started tracing your thumbs over the back of his hands in a soft manner, afraid it might hurt too much. He took your hands in return, the ice pack landing on the floor when his thumbs traced over your bruised wrists, his gaze fixed on them. “Does it hurt?” You didn’t know if he meant your inner world or the bruises so you answered, “Yes, a bit. Some days worse, some days less,” and he nodded in response. 

He cleared his throat awkwardly and you couldn‘t help but grin. “Do you need water, Frankie?”

He smiled apologetically. You figured it might be the close proximity on the sofa that made him nervous but you wouldn‘t push further. 

“Thank you,” you said and his expression was a bit puzzled. 

“Thank you?” he retorted and you nodded.

“Yeah, you know. For getting me out of there, for showing up, teaching the drunk fuck a lesson…” You immediately added, “Sorry for the language.” 

But Frankie answered with a warm laugh and the same warm feeling spread in your chest every time he was around. 

“I just beat a man of my parish so hard he may not be able to see or go straight for a good while. I think cursing is not something I’m concerned with right now.” 

“Yeah, about that… What do your vows say to that? Do you need to pray a specific psalm or…?” you taunted, trying to lift the mood a bit.

He mulled over your question for a moment. ”I don’t really know, honestly. But hell, it was worth it. That old bastard…” His eyes widened as he recognized how bad he had just cursed and you couldn‘t help but laugh at how adorable this was. 

“Never knew a priest cursing could be so damn cute,” you teased with a wide grin on your face and he smiled sheepishly.

“Don’t tell the others, okay? I’ve got a reputation to lose,” he smirked and you nodded.

“My lips are sealed, Father,” you sneered back and his gaze drifted to your lips for just a moment before they found your eyes again. You knew this look; it was the same as back in his office and something in the atmosphere shifted. It felt electrified and the little hairs in your neck rose up at the feeling. 

He must have felt it too, because he shifted slightly in his seat as the tension grew further and you decided why not crossing another line after everything that had happened today so you leaned forward and kissed his lips, a quick peck, testing the waters. But Frankie didn‘t hesitate as his hand tangled in your hair, mirroring your first kiss, and pulled you closer. He kissed you greedily, as if he had waited for you to take the initiative. For you to be sure you wanted this. The kiss quickly got heated and needy as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him like you had already done it an infinite number of times. He groaned into the kiss as his hands found your hips and his fingers dug into your flesh. You moaned  as he found your backside, squeezing it and pulling you just a tiny bit closer as if he wanted to merge you into one. Involuntarily you started grinding in his lap, seeking all the friction you could get as you felt his hardened need under the thin fabric of your pyjama pants, pulling at his hair as your tongues danced feverishly.

“Lucy…” he panted breathlessly against your lips and you shook your head.

“Please don’t push me away again, Frankie,” you pleaded and his internal conflict was written all over his face as he searched your eyes. He was still fighting, but you desperately hoped that he would show you mercy, releasing you from your torment. You desperately wanted him, and tried to convey it through your face as well. 

In a low and hoarse voice he pressed out, “I won’t… I can’t. I-I tried so hard to ignore it but I am too weak. Please Lord almighty, forgive me…” He found your lips again and hooked his hand under your thighs, lifting you up like you weighed nothing.  With your legs wrapped around his waist he carried you down the hall to what was hopefully a bedroom.

You couldn’t see the direction you were going but also didn’t care in the slightest because this right here might be the closest you had ever had to heaven.

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[crowanalyzesthings]

Her Blue Sky

I just finished watching Her Blue Sky and I LOVED it!! This movie was so cute and my heart is so full.

“But Crow,” you might be saying, “why are you watching that instead of watching the last four episodes of Haikyu?” Because I’m a wimp and I don’t want Haikyu to end. Also I want to watch it when I really have the emotional energy for it, not just reserves. It deserves all the emotions I can spare it.

That said, moving on to talking about Her Blue Sky! Spoilers below.

Okay first of all, let’s get this out of the way. Aoi is a brat. I kept thinking so all throughout the movie. Do I love her anyway? Yes. But she’s a brat and I got irritated with her self-centeredness.

Akane, on the other hand? I love her so much. She’s so sweet and I was rooting for her and Shinosuke the whole time. Honestly I admire her. She’s got such a good heart and an amazing work ethic and she’s so selfless. It’s inspiring!

I’m gonna mention Tsugu because I loved him throughout the whole movie. He’s probably one of my favorites. I could tell pretty early on he had a thing for Aoi, and I was glad to be proven right. He’s a good kid and he’s good for her and when he‘s older I think they’ll be a great match! (When I tell you I turned to AO3 and was crushed to discover that not only are there no fics about them, there are no Her Blue Sky fics in general.)

I don’t like Shinosuke. I just can’t bring myself to. He’s an arrogant jerk and a drunk. But the scene where he played for Akane and made her laugh made me happy. And if she still loves him and he makes her happy and if he’s going to get his head screwed on straight and treat her right, then I’m happy they’re together.

Now, time for my favorite character…

Shinno!

OH MY GOSH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. WHAT THE HECK. He’s such a sweet guy and he cares so much about Akane and he’s such a good big-brother-figure to Aoi!! He’s such a goofball and so optimistic and a bit childish and he’s got so much golden retriever energy, but he’s also really mature.

I think I have a new fictional crush, y’all.

Look at this idiot /affectionate

Like SIR. WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BE SO GOSH DARN FREAKIN’ ADORABLE!?

have I convinced you to watch it yet?

Seriously. It’s well worth it even if only for him (Akane and Tsugu are so worth it too btw. I love them both.)

9/10 movie, will absolutely be watching again and Shinno will probably live in my head rent free for a while after this.

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Can anyone hear me?

by BlazingMeadow „Is Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor a cheater?“ the headline reads. Alex scoffs. Within one day, Henry has actually managed to get photographed with two different girls. Now, his instagram is full with hate comments rather than praise and admiration. What an arrogant asshole, Alex thinks. When this arrogant asshole shows up at the shelter he works at, looking to get a dog, Alex immediately catches onto him. He‘s only getting a pet to make himself lovable to the public again. And Alex wouldn‘t care, if the dog he got wasn‘t David, the shy beagle with trust issues. But he is. He also wouldn‘t care if Zahra didn‘t order him to help Henry whenever he needs help with David. But she does. So Alex has no choice but to spend time with Henry, the most arrogant, cold-hearted idiot in the world. But he‘s only doing it for David. Words: 5455, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Cash (Red White & Royal Blue), Zahra Bankston, Shaan Srivastava, Ellen Claremont, Leo (Red White & Royal Blue), Oscar Diaz (Red White & Royal Blue), Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Liam (Red White & Royal Blue), Spencer (Red White & Royal Blue), Hunter (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Cute David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), David is shy, Alex is at law school, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz, Nora is in law school, Okonjo foundation, Alex is stressed, Coming Out via https://ift.tt/L5wlqNk

[james-vi-stan-blog]

This is how Sky tv describes James and George‘s characters:

George:

George begins the series as a naïve romantic, largely protected from the true horrors of the world by his formidable mother. Mary holds a tense but uneasy hold over George as she masterminds his pursuit of the King. But as George grows in power, his relationship with Mary will be pushed to the very limits. George must prove to himself that he can be defined by more than just his beauty. He must make his mark on history, no matter the consequences.

James:

Capricious and unpredictable, James is never happier than when he's either drinking, hunting, feasting, or fucking. Being King is a burden for James. Though, when he cares to show it, he can be a shrewd political operator. But James’ desire to be loved makes him happy to put himself in the power of ambitious and beautiful young men, where he risks the danger of being exploited by tyrannical lovers.

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So here’s my take on this. From what I gather from these vague descriptions is that George is more the victim of his mother than anyone else’s. He‘s described to be this naive romantic boy in the beginning who does basically everything his mother tells him to do. I think it’s going to be very interesting to see his reaction when his mother tells him of her plans to make him seduce the king. Will he agree to the plan immediately? Will he have doubts and concerns? I think that’s where we determine how much of a victim he really is.

As for James it seems like they’re going for the wanting to be loved scenario instead of just having uncontrollable lust, which I‘m really happy about. This explains why he let his favorites and especially George get away with so much. It also humanises his character and makes him much more sympathetic knowing his hard childhood. I hope we get a scene of him telling George about his past. But yeah I have a hard time believing he‘ll be abusive towards George. At least not physically.

I‘m sorry this turned out to be so long, but I love discussing these people so much.

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This is Mary Villier‘s character description if you’re interested:

Julianne will be stepping into the shoes of the ambitious Mary Villers, Countess of Buckingham - the woman who would rise to great prominence through her son’s relationship with King James I. Having spent years of her life shackled to her cruel and abusive husband, Mary sees her long-awaited opportunity by pinning the family’s hopes on her second son, George, as she begins to mastermind their ascendency to becoming the most powerful family in England.

Always the smartest person in the room, Mary has never been able to realise her full potential. She is prepared to crush all opposition. She is not easily frightened or threatened by the English establishment who think they can get the better of her.

Thank you for this! (but also wow, so many questions and concerns I had could be addressed by just getting off my ass and readin' the darned website😂)

I think these depictions all sound reasonable. I think starting George as naive works for the story (I wouldn't necessarily assume he was, after finishing in France, but his engagement to Ann Aston could be read that way). It will be entertaining to watch "wide-eyed innocent corrupted by the decadent court" in a reverse of the typical gender assignments. However, I would find it more interesting if George's own ambitions come into play early, and he has more autonomy than simply being his mother's pawn. He is, after all, a man!

Also George "wanting to leave his mark on history" -- pre-emptive oof because when he was tested, he was proven horribly incompetent. (Some failures were not his fault, and he did have some successes. However, I would hate for the show to try to shift fault off George entirely. He was wildly arrogant, a megalomanical fool, and that doesn't need sugarcoating.)

Love-driven James is IMO more historically correct and more entertaining, more potential for tragedy and also showing the genius of George's approach to him. So I'm glad they'll go with that.

overly cautious tw for age difference/csa, etc.

One can guess from this text that Robert Carr is gonna get painted as a "tyrannical lover", which is certainly what James felt him to be at the end. But, I hope that Robert doesn't get too harsh a villain treatment in order to make George more sympathetic. Robert was somewhere 17-21 when he first gained James's attention, younger than George. He also was not nobly born (though he came from more influence than George). It is likely Robert and his friend Thomas Overbury had been trying to rise in position and favor when Robert had his lucky break (ha) in 1607, but still, this is another young man pushed and pulled by factional currents. Robert's downfall is partially his own fault (my impression of him is, uh, that he was not very bright) but also due to the manipulation of the Howard family.

So I mean, who's the victim, who's the abuser? It's all fucked up! There are degrees of gray, and some people are less awful than others. Like, Katherine, George's wife, is believed largely innocent of the scheming of Mary, etc. But anyone who held and exerted power in this period used it to push down and exploit others to get what they wanted. That's how these people got the significance that put them in the history books.

And Mary is doing all this shameless backdoor scheming because... she's a woman! She can't get a job! She can't hold a political position in her own right! What she has at her disposal is a handsome and charming son, and she uses that to benefit not just herself, but her other sons (who were terrible) and her daughter (reasonably not-terrible). She's doing fucked-up stuff, but that stuff is produced by the conditions of patriarchy and social stratification in the period.

Grading each individual character's victimness versus abuserness is just not that interesting to me, compared to exploring how their circumstances affect their psychology, their desires and suffering, and how they try to cope. As well as exploring our real-life queer history which, like all our history, is ugly and soaked in blood, and yet also is the story of real people trying to find fulfillment given their circumstances.

[anantaru]

Where do all 11 harbingers fall on a scale from "ew no" to "They're pretty alright looking" to "God damn please rail my brains out"?

🌸 okay nonnie, so:

ew no 🤢

pulcinella, because guys, i don‘t think i have to explain that, i‘m not into grandpa‘s 👺

signora, because i just really don‘t like her that much ??? again, nothing against her character at all but i just never found her appealing

they‘re pretty alright looking 😳

sandrone, because look, she‘s pretty and i feel like she‘s going to be very interesting (the theories about sandrone and katherine are so good!) but other than that i‘m not that interested in her as of now. (this 100% will change when she appears in game tho, that‘s just how i work🤓)

capitano, because i do love him but since you only gave me three categories i‘m going to try to spread them a bit more. If we think back on varka‘s letter where he‘s talking about capitano being in natlan, like i can barely wait i want to see him right now👺 he better be hot af under that mask too istg 😤

pantalone, because again, he‘s hot as fuck and all but right now i prefer other harbingers which i‘m so sure will change when we see him the first time in game. I like the fact he actually hates money and the little parallels between ning and him. Both of them grew up poor but ning likes money whereas he hates it 🧎🏻‍♀️not to mention how he always wanted a vision but never got one lmao whereas ning wanted to sell the vision 🤡 i love him 11/10 would let him hit

pierro, because he‘s fucking hot. He‘s a dilf and i have all those lil nasty headcanons about him in my mind <3 he‘s my favorite senior citizen next to zhongli and i like how everyone respects him! he‘s the leader of the harbingers after all so that makes him 10 times hotter imo 🌸

god damn please rail me 🫠

columbina, because she‘s so fucking pretty and from all the harbinger theories we got, hers are one of the most interesting ones by far!! also she‘s a great singer i bet signora appreciated it 👺 i love unhinged crazy girls they‘re my fave🤭

arlecchino, because guys 🤭🤭 i mean 🤭🤭 they‘re so fucking hot i‘m honestly blown away. The fact childe said she doesn‘t have one good bone in their body makes them hotter too, she‘s probably reckless, heartless and ready to impress 🤪🤪🤪 i‘d marry her 100%

childe, because as mentioned once he was my first genshin crush and he‘ll have a special place in my heart forever. I love whenever he fanboys about other dudes like capitano or varka. 💀💀 he‘s honestly adorable and such a great brother n my little war criminal 💝

scaramouche, because i love him 💝 ever since i first met him in 1.1 i adored him and how arrogant he was. I‘m so happy he‘s going to become playable soon and the way hoyo wrote his character is amazing as well! <3 i waited ages for that twink so he better come home 👺

dottore, because he might be my favorite harbinger right now next to arlecchino! i‘m obsessed with him and i feel like you guys might‘ve deducted that already from how much i write for him 🤭 he‘s unhinged and pure evil, those characters are incredibly fun to write about and just to enjoy. 🙇🏻‍♀️

[jasontoddiefor]

“Bruce can’t kill! He’s not a cop. He will just beat the shit out of you, arrest you, and hand you over to the cops who he doesn’t even trust. Also he believes in redemption, which is why he utilizes the Gotham prison system despite it never being focused on redemption or rehabilitation and also he continues to utilize Arkham despite it canonically making everyone worse!”

The issue isn’t just that Bruce doesnt kill the mass murderers of Gotham, it’s that his moral stance has no nuance. He doesn’t believe in self defense or defense of others. If bane was killing Damian and Damian killed bane to save himself, Bruce would blame Damian. There’s no room in his ideology, it’s just as extreme and skewed as other characters. AND! He can’t just let it be his own ideology. He has to force it on other people as well

I‘m assuming the second one is from the same anon! If not I’ll still answer in one since they work together

You‘re bringing up multiple interesting points here so I‘m gonna break those down briefly!

Batman‘s (Legal) Authority

He’s a vigilante. He has been enemy of the force for a time. The fact that he’s allowed to operate at all hinges p much only on the fact that he’s going after criminals and Gordon like him. And the moment he goes after criminals that are on the “legal” side of things, he’s public enemy #1. He’s never had any kind of binding legal authority.

Violence used in arrests

Batman is violent. Sometimes it’s on purpose, to show him losing control and going to far, sometimes it’s just “Haha Batman go punch” comic book narration style. But we also see panels of Batman talking people down, not using violence as a first, middle, last and only resort. And my original point about that was that “beaten up” is still better than “dead”.

Reliability of the system

I mean, yeah we know the cops and Arkham suck but what else is he supposed to do besides what he’s already doing, weeding out corrupt cops and funding Arkham? He could start his own private prison but we’ve seen in other comics how much that Does Not Work. I think ultimately, Batman sees himself as an emergency service trying to pick up what the system itself can’t do while trying to fix it himself. Meanwhile, people still have to go somewhere.

Humanity/Morality of Batman

Bruce Wayne is a dick. Very my way or the high way, arrogant, and a man of extremes. He cares about people, about love, but Christ he‘s not a good communicator. He‘s got flaws, his inability to see nuance at times is certainly one of them. But what struck me - especially in Batman: The Knight, which was why I added that panel and cannot stop recommending that comic - was that Bruce defines himself by acting out of love, the want to protect, and the realization that if his mission is to save human life, he cannot take it. No matter how much he might resent a person or think they’d deserve it, if he became the kind of person that would kill for his mission, he’d become someone unrecognizable.

Batman‘s ideology as a frame

This is going to sound very dismissive and I promise I do not mean it that way. Batman is a character that says “we don’t kill, period. If you can’t do that, don’t do the job”. Like, that sounds incredibly offensive, but those are the standards to which he holds himself. I’m the best, I can do it without resorting to taking a life, so if you do the same job I’m doing, you should be just as able. Bruce didn’t really make any of his Robins his side kick, they more or less did that themselves, kicking and screaming, whether. Batman wanted them to be Robin or not. If they wanted to, they could drop out (ofc they don’t actually can bc we’d be left without any comics) but they don’t. So we’re back to Batman saying, “if you wanna do the job, you have to be able to do it this way”. Thus one of the Robins taking a life in self defense doesn’t fly because they’re supposed to be better. Is that particularly rational? Well, no, not necessarily, but that’s what it boils down to. If they had to resort to taking a life to save themselves, they shouldn’t have been in the position I’m the first place, but somewhere away from the fight. He trained himself until he could fight without taking a life and thus everyone else who wants to do the same should learn it as well.

All of these are associated with the whole discussion surrounding Batman killing, and you raise interesting points regarding how Batman operates and the hypocrisies involved. The last two are difficult to discuss particularly because we’re still reading comic book heroes and not actual legal irl batvigilante. I think this is still a step sideways from my original point that Batman’s refusal to kill on principle is a valid stance the character should be allowed to keep, but all of this is interconnected.

[sodor-reimagined]

NWR NO. 11: Oliver

Eeyyy bout time I posted some actual art. Today I present to you my take on Oliver the great western dude.

The Hey Days

- inspired by the fantastic fanfilm The Little Westerner, he was a racer back on the GWR. That was more so of a side-gig rather than hai actual job. He still worked on the railway but was notorious for his constant delays and “near-misses.”

- (essentially the way I view Oliver is the way the film plays out so if you haven’t seen it you ABSOLUTELY SHOULD. You can find it on YouTube as we speak!)

- “A reckless, overconfident, arrogant racer finally being brought back down to earth.” Oliver learns a sense of responsibility and care from his new and unlikely friend, a nomad retired racer who just goes by Jinty and his buddy Toad

The Scrap Scare

- Jinty is gone. Only Toad is left, and not in good shape either. Someone clearly wanted them both out of the picture and Oliver wasn’t gonna let that slide. But in trying to find out who hurt Toad and the modernization of British railways, he found himself alone. He was replaced in the racing scene. All his friends had lost their jobs. And these new guys were out for blood

- No one really knows what happened that night, let alone why it happened, but the story goes: A diesel engineer sets a warehouse ablaze, said he was instructed to do so to make room for a new shed. Oliver and Toad we’re inside.

- How they got out of they’re remains a mystery, but one thing led to another. They ran, they were found, and they were taken to the scrapyards where no one would ever find them or hear them. Where they can be forgotten.

The Great Escape

- That backfired cause Douglas was assigned to take a load of scrap to the yards and overheard the mutters of two voices he didn’t recognize. And low and behold amongst the rubble was a frightened and heavily injured Oliver cradling a sleeping Toad in his arms.

- From there it plays out as we all know it best. Douglas helps the two escape their uncertain doom and the two now live carefree on the Island of Sodor. Where they’d always dreamed.

⬇️ old concept sketches ⬇️

Now for some random headcannons!

- Oliver is trans-masc and uses he/they pronouns (though he/him is preferred). Masculine compliments are also preferred but he won’t make a fuss of you call him “pretty”

- He‘s a bit older than Toad (around is very early 20’s. Toad is in his mid-late teens).

- When meeting Duck, he remembers him as his cousin and is shocked to find out that Duck has no recollection of this detail.

- This mans music taste is>>>> Oliver enjoys 80s-90s rock as well as a few early 2000s pop. (I also see him THOROUGHLY enjoying Will Wood)

Thank you all for tuning in! I’m slowly creeping back into the fandom and I hope you all enjoy what I’ve got to offer. Have a good one folks!

[recklessmark]

chapter six: come to your love

—from DISCRETION series

Summary: you incidentally met a notorious CEO and your gut told you that you must claim this man. and even the fact that he’s engaged to someone else didn’t stop you from achieving what you want.

Pairings: CEO! Mark x Designer! Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1384

—previous: chapter five-distraction

“Is there a problem?”, Mark stops at the red light, his fingers tapping on the wheel.

“I’m having a fashion show in France”, you say casually, “This is my first show of wedding dress.”

Suddenly Mark feels there’s something wrong, he narrows his eyes at you. “First show? I thought you only make wedding dress?”

You tilt your head, smiling at him. “Is it because you didn’t investigate properly or I cover everything up too well?”

You don’t care what type of clothing is that, as long as you have a muse, it will simply be given your brand name tag. And if you’re being honest, everything was planned so that you’re the designer for Yeri, you didn’t mean to ruin the wedding or anything, it’s just an excuse for you to see Mark more frequently. He doesn’t answer you though, continues driving until you stop at a restaurant.

Following him inside the restaurant, the staffs there all display an astonished look when they see you.

“Mr Lee, we have prepared everything as you demanded.”, a waitress said. He nods slightly before stepping inside.

“You and Yeri come here regularly huh?”, you walk faster to catch up with Mark.

“Why would you ask?”

“They’re all shocked, they must be wondering why a beautiful girl like me is here with you instead of your fiancé!”, you give him a side glance.

Walking inside the booked VIP room, you angrily pull out a chair to sit down, you face says it all. Mark knows for certain that you never want to be a rebound let alone going to a restaurant that he always goes with his future wife.

“Look at yourself, you still think you’re beautiful looking like that?”, he mocks you.

You confidently dart your eyes at him, “Of course, if I ever look pathetic, I am still pathetically mesmerized!”

Mark can’t help but giggles at you. His eyes don’t leave you, the girl in front of him has completely lived in his head rent free. He can not focus on anything recently, although Mark looks like he doesn’t care but deep down inside he‘s craving to see you. Since when a man like him has to make up something as an excuse of taking the wedding dress for Yeri just to see you. Even when he’s on his way to your place, he can’t stop thinking about you, your eyes, your smile, your voice. You were right, Yeri totally can’t compare to you whatsoever. When he saw you, all tired like that, he felt there was something breaking his heart. He has always wanted to see if there’s a day an arrogant person like you lose her confidence but when he finally witnessed it, he felt like he’s torturing himself.

You are eating like you’ve been starving for ages, unconscious about your surroundings, just shove everything into your mouth recklessly.

Mark looks at you, “Don’t you worry that you’re ruining your image to me?”

You aren’t even bothered to look up, “Is there anything else of me that you haven’t seen? My image to you is not important anymore.”, you stop a little, “You should get used to it so when we live together, you won’t be shocked.”

He has to admit he’s lost this game to you, totally lost, voluntarily lost. You’re too adorable and too cruel that he can’t help but fall in love with you, Mark didn’t know that there’s a day he loves someone.

You put the chopsticks down, “I’m sleepy.”, you can barely open your eyes.

He comes across the table, “Okay, let’s go to sleep.”, his hand runs through your hair.

Something pops up on your mind, the scene of you and Mark in your office. He glances at you, seeing your ears and your cheeks are now bright red, he smirks.

“I’ll let you choose a position.”, he whispers into your ears.

You gulp, his breath on your ear sends shivers down your spine. You push him to the side, quickly run out the hall, waiting for him to purchase.

You take your phone out to check the time, a call pops up on your lock screen, you frown. “Hello?”

“All the flight to France will be cancelled tomorrow due to the blizzard. We have to go this afternoon.”, you can hear that Alicia is apparently on the rush.

“Pick me up in two hours.”

You hang up as you see a cab nearby. You send Mark a quick text so that he won’t be worried.

—

Mark was busy with tons of work, he’s been practically living in his office, utterly forgot that there’s only theee days left due his wedding with Yeri. Since the day he visited you, she didn’t find him once. He puts his pen down, stretching his shoulders. You still haven’t called Mark, it was the first time someone had a gut to abandon him.

All of a sudden, the telephone on his desk rings, “Yes?”

“Ms Kim...she wants to see you, she’s messing up everything here.”, Mark’s assistant speaks nervously on the phone.

He rings off the call instantly and walks outside. There’s only a few days but Yeri looks completely different, she lost some weights, her eyes glinting with rage and vexation. Catching Mark’s strolling outside the office, she immediately speaks to him.

“Mark Lee! You’re cheating on me, aren’t you?”

Mark’s ego is just the same as yours, or it could even be bigger. There was no one dare to point a finger at his face and talk to him like that.

“You’ve done?”

Yeri always builds a tender image for herself, in order to keep Mark beside her. But anger is blurring her mind at the moment, turning the woman into her real being.

“Don’t think that you can be with that bitch behind my back, the wedding is due in three days, there’s no way I’ll let you two together!”

His patience has gone when you were being shamed like that, he can’t stand this woman going off on him, flattering herself.

“Kim Yeri, I hope that you can use your brain and think carefully. One, fuck off and wait for the wedding day...or two, you know there’s nothing that I can’t do, this wedding is not that important either.”

Mark truly means it if Yeri keeps acting like this, he will make her regret for the rest of her life. The woman tightens her fists, walks out of his office without a word.

—

In France

You decided to do the show at your villa, somewhere familiar to you. Most of the guests have already arrived.

“Quel est le problème?” (Is there any problem?), Alicia wanders around checking everything. You follow her, seeing the models with your designs, you smile in pride feeling like you’ve accomplished something.

Quickly all the white lights are replaced with the sky blue color, painting the atmosphere with romance and sentiment. One by one, the models with gorgeous Western wedding dresses walk on the stage, keeping the guests on the edge of their seats.

Inside the changing room, your face darken, “Flowers? Where are they?!”, Alicia yells.

You take out a piece of fabric with the beige color in the drawer, cut it into smaller pieces and braid them together. You don’t have much time, you have to walk out with the vedette. When the last model performs, Alicia almost cries, “Y/N, you’ve done yet?!”

“Alright!”, you swipe the sweat on your forehead, giving your handmade bouquet a last look before hand it to the vedette.

When you walk on the stage, your naturally mesmerizing charisma magically overweighs the model beside you. All the guests stand up as give you an admirable applause.

“Y/N, everything was fantastic, you’re a genius!”

When the show has ended, Mrs Moren with her husband come to talk to you. You smile softly at the middle aged woman, “Thank you, uhm I’m so sorry but can we meet up again someday?”

“What’s wrong?”, she questions.

“My love is getting married, I have to steal him back, he’s my life.”

Mrs Moren smiles when she sees you talking about your love, your face brightens up, your eyes glinting sparkles. You remind her when she fell in live with her husband.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay, come to your love.”

©️  DREAMYKRAM. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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[alwaysdjarin]

INFINITY

CHAPTER 1: I DON‘T LIKE MANDALORIANS

(Image: The Mandalorian, Star Wars/Disney)

Warnings: -

Summary: You’re a young woman who runs the cantina in Nevarro together with your brother. Let‘s see what you‘re thinking about the Mandalorian.

Words: 1k

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The air is stuffy. The room is dark. A few small windows let in a bit of light from the outside. Some weak lamps hang over the tables. Smoke floats in the air, the smell of meat soup and alcohol. Not to mention the smack of shady personalities and illegal deals.

Some guests talk loudly, there is a laugh here and there, others whisper, others cover themselves in silence. Some sit at their tables, others stand at the bar counter.

And there you are. Three headlights illuminate the small area of the counter. Your area. You are busy pouring drinks while talking to your brother. He is currently putting on a pot of fresh meat soup in the background and you do what you like to do during work, tease yourself, tell jokes or being nasty about some of your guests. You know this place like the back of your hand. Of course, you grew up here and since your parents tragically lose their lifes a few years ago, you run the cantina in Nevarro City.

You moan. You are already standing here for seven hours today. Not much, considering that a normal working day can take 15 hours from you. But today it is once again particularly strenuous. You tighten your ponytail, wipe your wet hands on your trouser leg.

Then you walk through the cantina, collect some empty glasses and stop at the table of Greef Karga, an agent of the Bounty Hunters' Guild.

"Can it be something else for you?"

"No thanks Angel, I'm still waiting for someone. I'll let you know if I have another wish."

You wink at him, give him an honest smile and make your way back to the bar counter. You skillfully overlook the suggestive sayings and comments from some obviously drunken guests. You've gotten used to it for far too long and it's hardly worth a reaction to you.

Back behind the bar counter, you put the glasses in the sink and stretch yourself with a moan. Your back cracks loudly.

"What's going on, grandma? Are you starting to weaken?"

You laugh tired. "Oh Robyn, for years I stand behind this cursed counter day after day and my arrogant boss doesn't think it takes me to take a few days off."

Your brother laughs "Fearful boss."

Lost in thoughts, you start rinsing the glasses. Your parents haven't been there for eight years now. For eight years, you are therefore forced to run the cantina every day. Of course, together with your brother and every now and then you also have a temporary worker there, but still your back feels like you've been carrying all the burden on him for eight years.

How long is this supposed to continue? Sure, the cantina is all you have, the legacy of your parents. But you are 33 years old now and it feels like you are stuck in here. The galaxy is almost infinite and you have seen nothing but Nevarro so far. This stony, dusty, far too hot place.

Suddenly the door opens. The warm air from outside reaches you behind the counter and you have a perfect view of every new guest.

Since it is almost dark outside, your eyes need a moment to recognize who or what is in the door. But then the insulated lights of the cantina are reflected in his armor and you recognize it. The Mandalorian. He‘s so tall and broad that you feel like he fills almost the entire door.

With heavy steps, he stomps into the cantina. You roll your eyes. He is followed by a flying crib, which he has always had with him for a few weeks. You can only see a bunch of blankets in it at a time, nothing more. The Mandalorian doesn’t appreciate you, like always. He walks past all guests to the back table where Greef Karga is sitting.

He's a bounty hunter, you know that much. Every few weeks he comes by, exchanges tracking fobs for credits and disappears again. Strange guy, don't talk, at least not with you. He's probably just terribly conceited. This is at least often heard about Mandalorians, in their shiny armor, vain warriors.

Suddenly the call of your name gets you out of your thoughts. - "Angel!" - It's Karga. He shows you with a hand signal that you should bring two drinks over to him and the bounty hunter. Karga has been calling you 'angel' for ages and it's totally okay with you. He has known you since you were a little girl and probably the nickname for you dates back to this time. By now you are everything, just not an angel.

"Should I?" Asks your brother behind you. He knows that you don't like the conceited Mandalorian very much. You shake your head. "No, today is the day, today I‘ll see what's in the crib."

Once you arrive at the table, you‘re standing between Karga and the crib. Karga thanks you, you smile and nod to the shiny giant in Beskar, but as always there is no reaction. It's like his visor is just looking directly through you and you briefly think about whether there is a living human being under it at all.

Then suddenly you hear a noise. A little squeak or marbles. The crib! You are sure that's where it comes from. But before you can take a look inside, the Mandalorian pressed a button and closed it.

Damn. Mission failed.

You frown your eyebrows and give him an angry look, even if you know he's not looking at you anyway. Without another word, you go back to the bar counter. "So?" Your brother asks amused. "I don't like Mandalorians..." you mutter. He laughs.

Less than five minutes later, the shiny bounty hunter leaves the cantina and you know that in a few weeks at the latest, he will be back and you will get a new chance to look into the crib.

>>>>> Chapter 2: I need a break

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NOTES: I hope you like the story and it would be great to get some feedback. This is my first fic and I‘m from Germany, so writing in english is a totally new experience for me. I hope that my mistakes are not too big. Please don't hesitate to point them out to me.

[ladyelain]

Acotar Sorting pt. 2 :))

Vassa: Gryffindor

A Weasley for sure. I can‘t tell much from canon alone, but I‘m getting some strong vibes here & that‘s not just the hair.

Jurian: Ravenclaw

Independent thinker. Counts on people’s inability to read his motives. They all fall for his play. He‘s damn smart without trying too hard.

Mor: Slytherin?

She‘s a lot like Rhys & Elain for that matter. Likes to hide behind a flawless mask. Add some extra ✨secrecy & drama✨...

(See why Az would never work with her or Elain? 🙃 They’re all different sides of the same coin...)

Amren: Ravenclaw

She’s her own class & has no need to compete against anyone to prove herself. Knows her worth. One of a kind, literally. Living encyclopedia.

Eris: Slytherin !!!

He wants that throne, duh.

Self-explanatory. Draco Eris is the epitome of Slytherin. Literally, anything he does. The politics, the calculation, his wit & arrogance ...

Tamlin: Gryffindor

The worst example. Driven by his raw emotions, rarely considers possible consequences. Has to have the upper hand, always. Thinks he’s right. Makes him fail as High Lord (and in any other category).

Tarquin: Hufflepuff

He cares for ✨mortals✨...🥲🥺 nuff said. He actually loves us, do y’all realise.... He’s all for equality. 🌈

Helion: Divergent

Okay, help me out, he’s literally so perfect, he’s got it all!!! Idk where to put him. Probabaly Ravenclaw.

LoA: Slytherin

Hear me out.

She’s going 100% Narcissa Malfoy as a mother. That scene in HP, when Narcissa lies to Voldy about Harry’s death to keep Draco safe? That’s LoA!

She’s putting up with that monster by her side over centuries in order to protect her children. She’s not pulling some heroic Gryffindor move to confront Beron. She knows that would get her loved ones killed. She must have learned to play her own sneaky games. Let’s just say all those years in Autumn brought out her Slytherin side.

—> pt. 1

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Ikemen Sengoku Mafia!AU (Oda Forces)

In case y’all didn’t know I also write for Otome (both Voltage and Cybird)

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Oda Nobunaga: the leader

Absolutely a leader of a yakuza- and a good one at that too

(Assuming this takes place in modern day japan) runs one of the biggest Yakuza factions

On the outside though, he’s a very successful heir to a large, multimillion company (think Eisuke Ichinomiya from KBTBB I mean they’re practically the same person cmon)

Due to his seemingly inconspicuous ‘day job’ and charming personality making him very popular to the public eye, no one suspects him of being involved in any organized crime, so he’s able to operate very smoothly under the radar

Of course, he has spies every where- including in the government and police force so his tracks are very covered

Aims to take political power at some point and have his faction be the dominant faction (eliminating all possible rivals)

His biggest one being his enemy Kenshin Uesugi’s faction, who takes any and every opportunity they can to get under his nerves constantly lmao

Nobunaga and Kenshin have never seen each other face to face (if they did it’d be a blood bath), but still have an unspoken respect for each other as much as they hate each other lmao

The rivalry between their two families has lasted generations- now that it’s their turn, Nobunaga is determined to end it with the last laugh

Nobunaga’s still the same arrogant, cocky bastard he is, but 100x worse (as with modern technology)

Grew up with a very traditional family who were samurais in the past, so he’s had a lot of training in swordsmanship and martial arts

Always keeps a pistol in his jacket pocket and wears a bulletproof vest 90% of the time

(He’s not that good with guns tho)

On his desk there’s probably a little plateful of candies, and his fridge is also stocked with sweet things (it’s a wonder how he doesn’t have diabetes yet)

Also has a pocketful of tiny candies to last him throughout the day (much to Hideyoshi’s dismay)

Also, slicked back hair, suited up Nobunaga with a sleeve tattoo (he’d have to try really hard to keep his sleeve tattoo hidden but still just imagine)

Hideyoshi Toyotomi: the bodyguard

Hideyoshi is Nobunaga’s most trusted confidant, who also serves as his bodyguard

Wherever Nobunaga goes, Hideyoshi follows suit

More often than not the voice of reason

Always trusts his gut and is always skeptical of new members (or just people in general why won’t you trust me dammit)

He came from a poor family of farmers in the countryside, and when they couldn’t take care of him anymore they abandoned him

He was a thief for a little while, until Nobunaga’s dad took him in and raised him as his own

Hideyoshi deems this a debt he has to pay, and him helping Nobunaga and keeping him straight will repay the family’s kindness

He’s always the one to direct less major missions and cleans up the messes

Frequently in contact with Mistuhide, and he hates the guy (more like annoyed tbh)

He’s basically Nobunaga’s messenger lmao

And mother older brother figure, he frequently stops Nobunaga from rampaging over something insignificant and keeps him from being unhealthy by taking away his candies sometimes

Is better skilled with a gun, and thus carries not one, but two (those like shoulder straps for guns under his suit type of thing)

He goes undercover from time to time, although it’s not his specialty- he’s kind of a jack of all trades kinda guy

He’s really good at sussing out the spies and traitors, because he listens to his gut and it’s almost always right

Will do anything and everything to help Nobunaga succeed, even if it means killing anyone who stands in the way

Date Masamune: the affiliate

Masamune is actually the leader of another yakuza faction, but since it was so weak at the time he took the opportunity to pair up with Nobunaga

His faction deals more with drugs and weapons, smuggling them over borders and getting them out and in of the country

That being said, most of his deals take place at exclusive bars and clubs- where the richest of the rich gather

He’s a pretty laid-back guy for someone who runs a drug syndicate- he doesn’t really care how things get done as long as they get done somehow

Also pretty goofy- when people first meet him, they’d think that there was no way he was in the yakuza

Even though the sleeve tattoos and the eyepatch probably should’ve been enough for them to know

And the massive amount of jewelry, too- Masamune isn’t shy about his wealth like at all

He’s totally the type to wear those bigass rings, complete with sapphires on them just to show off a little more

He loves to piss off Nobunaga, he loves for it

Ieyasu tells him that it might get him killed (low key a worried bb) but Masamune knows Nobunaga isn’t gonna get rid of him anytime soon; due to the fact that Masamune’s faction gives a shit ton of money

Him and Ieyasu tolerate get along pretty well, although the latter may deny it

Out of all of them, he’s probably the strongest and most skilled combat-wise; he’s adept in martial arts, knives and blades, as well as having an extensive knowledge on firearms and even bombs and how to use them

Honestly, he’s with Nobunaga just for the power boost- ones his faction gets enough power, he’s gonna dip then come back and be like ‘sike u thought’

Masamune has the same aspiration as both Nobunaga and Kenshin, but knows he can’t fight them both at the same time. So why not let the two battle it out then fight the winner?

Akechi Mistuhide: the spy

Aka the rat

Mistuhide is a double agent working for Nobunaga, on his own terms

He’s a spy within the government’s police force, and nobody has caught him yet

Tells Nobunaga about any upcoming busts and when and where they’re gonna go, who they’re going to investigate and go after, basically all information on cases that may affect him

Very good at hiding his tracks- it’s almost impossible to get this guy

Also very good at swaying his coworkers and even bosses- tells them whether or not to pursue a case or person, acknowledge evidence, and even do something for him

He started out as an assassin for hire before becoming an informant for Nobunaga, which is the foundation for the distrust Hideyoshi has on him

Coupled with the fact that he’s easily a manipulative and cunning bastard, you’ve got someone who is a valuable asset but you can’t help but wonder when he’ll turn his back on you

He’s actually the son of a very rich man who had many wives and concubines; growing up, his father’s other wives would try to kill him using any tactic they could, so he developed quickly some skills that children shouldn’t have learned

He knows when food and drinks are poisoned, when someone is trying to ambush you, and when someone is lying- and this was before any formal training for an assassin

Because of his talent with blades and smaller guns, he’s the one Nobunaga sends out most of the time to kill someone and make it seem like an accident

Teams up with Masamune to annoy Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, and Ieyasu (sometimes)

He once went undercover with Hideyoshi- the teasing was unfiltered and hard. Hideyoshi kept yelling at him to please stop, we have a fuckinh mission to do and you making me flustered will not make this any less difficult.

He honestly just lives to see people annoyed/embarrassed lmao

Used to tease Ieyasu a lot before Masamune came and essentially replaced him

Mitsuhide’s reasons for joining Nobunaga’s faction still remains a mystery, and he’d like to keep it that way

Tokugawa Ieyasu: the doctor

Why is there no yellow

The underground doctor who works for Nobunaga, Ieyasu has plenty of knowledge and experience despite his young age

At first, you’d think he isn’t a doctor at all- he‘s rough, not exactly friendly, and easily irritated; which is exactly what makes him so good at his job

As an underground doctor, Ieyasu’s primary job is to salvage whatever unfortunate soul had been injured at the time- sometimes, it’d be much, much more than one person

He can’t afford to let his emotions get to him and slow him down, so he’s learned to repress his emotions and completely focus on his job instead

Also, he can’t be like a traditional doctor because he’s dealing with criminals here- and with his pretty face, not everyone’s gonna take him seriously if he offers the usual caring doctor attitude

Ieyasu grew up in a wealthy family before being kidnapped and sold in the black market as a child, abused within the system and eventually ended up in an old doctor’s hands

The old doctor would basically take him on as an apprentice and told him all his medical knowledge, urging him to follow in his footsteps before he died

When the doctor did die, Ieyasu continued his medical studies and attended several schools and universities before going off the grid completely

Years later he was found in a back alley market (think the black market from beastars) by non other than Nobunaga, who he saved from some thugs (or at least tried to)

Because of his work as a doctor, he often forgets to really take a rest and goes days without sleeping and living off spicy ramen noodles

It’s gotten so bad at one point that Masamune (who buys the noodles for him regularly) actually confiscated all of them and demanded Ieyasu be given a day off (he can’t have tease him if he’s dead!)

Speaking of Masamune, they met after the ‘eyepatch wearing idiot’ came into his clinic after a particularly grueling gun fight with the police

He’s kind of thankful for Masamune- Ieyasu would still have to deal with Mitsuhide and that guy gets on his nerves the quickest, if Masamune didn’t take his spot lmao

He has a little pet porcupine at home, and he sometimes sticks him in the chest pocket of his doctor’s coat whenever he knows he’s gonna spend days at his clinic

Don’t let his pretty looks fool you; mans learned many combat skills from Masamune including how to absolutely murder people with guns

Ishida Mitsunari: the hacker

From how sweet and kind he looks he definitely does not look like part of the Yakuza

Like, he looks like he belongs in a classroom teaching kids, not in a computer room hacking government files

Extremely skilled hacker- he can get any information from anywhere and leave no trace

Is the main source of information for Nobunaga

Mitsunari was the son of a college professor, and spent most of his time reading in the school library when his father took him to his lectures

Pretty soon he found himself loving computers and tinkering with them, eventually leading to him hacking some minor websites

Fat forward a couple of years and his curious nature doesn’t stop, leading to him discovering some secret files/tapes of Nobunaga’s faction

He left a clear enough trace that he was easily tracked down and almost killed; however, Nobunaga saw some potential in him and decided to give him a choice between dying or joining them (not much of a choice there buddy)

He joined in his late teens, so he’s never really experienced what life was like (thanks Nobunaga)

Nonetheless, he’s actually pretty terrifying when he’s angry

With his demeanor, you’d think he wouldn’t have a mean bone in his body- wrong

Being in the yakuza at a young age, he’s seen some shit and learned some shit- and he’s even tried some of them

Many people have spited him, thinking he’s a doormat

Mitsunari does not let that fly

People underestimate how much he can ruin their lives through the computer screen- financial ruin, a hard hit to reputations, etc

He rarely if ever does that though, most of the time he’d just brush it off and continue what he’s doing (unless it escalates then you’re fucked lmao Mitsudarki come thru)

Mitsunari’s really good with kids, so often times the higher ups or other members leave their kids or pets with him because even if he is booked for work, he still takes stellar care of them

Gets teased by Mitsuhide often, but doesn’t get what he’s saying most of the time

Is heavily opposed to killing- he’d much rather talk it through with someone or ruin their life rather than taking it

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Uggghhhhh this took so long but I love these little shits so it was worth it 😤😤 they’re so pretty wth-

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W h o c a t c h e s t h e a l p h a ?

⋆ pairing : alpha!hong joong x werewolf!reader

⋆ genre: werewolf, angst, fluff, suggestive

⋆ warnings: alcohol, cussing words

⋆ words: 5,500

⋆ „You don’t want to break the rules, am I right?“

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Right now exactly one day until your birthday. That’s 24 hours, 1440 minutes and 86400 seconds. Then you would be able to meet your mate. Your soulmate. Your destined other half. The love of your life.

You were currently stuck in the nearby town with your two friends to find a cute outfit for the festival tomorrow. It has been pretty hot the last days and you were relived to be in the shopping center that had an air conditioning system.

„When was the exact time you were born?“

„3.06 pm and 54 seconds.“

„Oh okay then let’s go the festival by 4 pm?“

„Yes, I think that’s good.“

You went into many boutiques searching through one clothes rack after another.

„Y/N! Look at this one!“ Jisoo showed you a pretty two-piece set.

„Mh, that should work!“ You smirked at her and took the fabric making your way to the changing room. After stepping out both girls gasped at your sight.

„Hong Joong will love this!“ Your smile faltered and you ushered to her clasping a hand onto her mouth.

„Are you crazy?!“ You gave her a judging look and let go to examine yourself in the mirror.

„It was just a joke, ok?“

„She’s right, Lisa. He‘s our alpha. If the pack clan finds out about your loose tongue...“

„What? Those cocky bastards? If you ask me they are still kids! I am not lying! Last week I saw Jong Ho and Min Gi betting on how many apples he could break in under 30 seconds.“

Well, Jong Ho was pretty strong even without his wolf form. Of course Hong Joong inherited the alpha genes from his father taking him to another level.

Thinking about the black colored wolf. He acted like biggest dick you knew at the moment. Being all cocky and arrogant after becoming the new alpha. You knew him since elementary school. Made sense because of your pack living in a separated town just for werewolves so technically everyone knew everyone.

Since your childhood you and Hong Joong were inseparable. You remember the time both of playing in your wolf forms he led you to a secret part of the forest with a little bay. There he snuggled into your side with his wet nose and promised you that he wanted you to become his mate, his luna. He wanted to convince you that he had a feeling it would happen. You laughed at him and tackled him down not wanting him to realize that his statement made your heart flutter.

„Well, we have to wait until my 20th birthday, right?“

Your dad has been a member of the old pack clan and still was good friends with Hong Joong‘s father. You remember two years ago when Hong Joong suddenly went up to you saying he wouldn’t have much time for you from now on. He and the other boys trained and learned all the affairs for working together as the new pack clan. And you understood. Really. But all the times he declined to just meet for a few minutes made you sad.

One day you couldn’t believe your eyes while being out with your girls in a club when Hong Joong and a girl from your pack named Yeri entered it hand in hand. You quickly learned they were dating and the new popular couple in the pack.

That evening your were devastated.

Having built up a deep crush on Hong Joong over all those years made your heart break at the sight. You didn’t understand why he was doing this. But at this time you knew to never believe in his promises again. So you started to ignore the boy. Wherever you saw him you turned another way or occupied yourself with others. If he entered the pack house you would be on your way to the exit. If your family visited his one you made up other plans. Alone the sight of him made you suffer. So you didn’t look at him and slowly his face vanished out of your mind to be remembered.

Unfortunately one day he had to become the alpha. And you couldn’t ignore him anymore. Listening to him at pack meetings or bow to him everytime he passed your way. On his side still the beautiful Yeri. Her white fur caused the male wolves to fall on their knees. One point for her.

But she wasn’t a good fighter. One point for you. Because after Hong Joong didn’t talk to you anymore you spent a huge amount of your time on the training battlefield for distraction. And that’s where you grew close with Jeong Yun Ho. A big fluffy ball of happiness.

Hong Joong found out about the two of you when Yun Ho came back one day with all your scent over him. As soon as the boy entered their pack clan house Hong Joong thought you just entered his place and got so excited he emerged down the stairs but instead of being met with your person Yun Ho grinned at him. The boy carefully sneaked back into his own room leaving Hong Joong in front of the entry.

Did you sleep with Yun Ho? Were you giving away your precious virginity before finding your mate?! He felt himself heating up at the thought of you mating with someone else than him and ran outside to change into his wolf form and running a long time until his anger vanished.

Hong Joong was a really proud boy. And not to talk about his wolf. Ever since he knew he was to become the new alpha a strong pressure weighed down on his shoulders. Always wanting to be good enough for his pack and strong and admirable.

When you were back in school Hong Joong already knew he totally fell in love with you over the years. Everyone knew you couldn’t choose your mate but there was this strong feeling whenever you were around him.

One time made his love for you waver so much it changed something in him. He overheard you talking to a friend that was nagging you about him. How you were totally into the little alpha and when you would tell him. That’s when you snapped and declined your love for him. You said you could never be into him and didn’t wanted to be burdened with all the tasks a luna had to carry. Hong Joong didn’t know your real thoughts about being scared of not suiting him. There were indeed prettier, stronger and more intelligent girls in your pack. You understood your love for him was a dream and it would be quite embarrassing too if someone found out about your feelings.

If the two of you had just had talked with eachother about your feelings.

„Anyways, leave the comments you snake. I hope Yun Ho likes my outfit!“

You giggled a last time at your sight and got back into the changing room. Lisa and Jisoo watched you being excited for your boyfriend seeing you in your cute outfit.

When you were back in the pack town you got a message from Yun Ho asking if you wanted to join them for a barbecue evening.

Being in a relationship with the brown haired beauty brought along the unpleasant case of seeing Hong Joong from time to time. Yun Ho and the others didn’t know about your feelings for each other back then. Woo Young was the only one that caught a moment between you and Hong Jong back when you were young where it was obvious the alpha was into you. Nevertheless Hong Joong pleaded with him to not tell anyone. Nowadays being the alpha he just could use his predominance to shut up anybody even if it was a good friend. So Woo Young stayed silent and watched Hong Joong forced a smile on his face whenever Yeri plastered him with kisses.

You quickly texted him a ‚yes‘ and waited for the evening when he picked you up. It was a little bit chillier outside this night and when you entered their big clan house you were already met with the now well known testosterone. Alpha, beta and pack clan scents lingered in every corner. You pushed yourself into Yun Ho‘s side sniffing in only his alluring boyfriend scent to blank out the dominating alpha odor.

„Oh, cool you are here, Y/N!“ San embraced you in a big hug and you laughed at Jong Ho pouting behind him for not letting you go. Soon the boy made space and gave Jong Ho and the others a chance to greet you, too.

Last one having Min Gi to hug you from behind and shake you from side to side.

„Y/Nah, let’s take a run after we’ve eaten! I bet my wolf is quicker than you now! I trained a lot with Woo Young!“

„Maybe, if you let me go I will think about it!“ You laughed at him when Yun Ho pulled the equally tall boy back by his ear.

„Everybody wanna‘ steel my girl! Come on baby.“ You smirked at him and gave him a quick peck when he pouted at you.

Yun Ho mad himself comfortable on the outdoor couches and you snuggled into his lap. Soon you were into a big discussion about the worst movies ever with the other boys when the alpha and his girlfriend finally arrived in the garden.

You stood up and bowed halfheartedly to quickly sit back into Yun Ho‘s lap and continue to enjoy the atmosphere. Hong Joong took a peek at your form being cuddled by Yun Ho and ignored the urge to roll with his eyes.

Disgusting.

He took Yeri‘s hand into his and lead her to the table and sat down.

You greeted Yeri with a small smile to which she sent you one in return. You were not close with her despite being the only girls in this circle. Yeri had a bunch of popular girls around her and back in school she wasn’t the nicest, too.

But now you could see she was definitely in love with the alpha and they looked really good together. You repeated that quote everytime you came into temptation to take a look at Hong Joong.

It was obvious to everyone who was the more likable couple at the table. It just happened to be that you and Yun Ho were a funny constellation. Hong Joong always seemed tense when you were around joining conversations not as often then. No one really recognized accept of Woo Young and yourself and to Hong Joong‘s dismay Yun Ho, too.

But he kept his mouth shut. He knew you were good friends back in school and once heard you had a big fight after that. Although Hong Joong was his alpha he had to accept that you were his girlfriend. So he didn’t gave the topic more attention than needed.

After the barbecue you went for some cocktails and beer to enjoy the rest of the evening. You didn’t forget Min Gi‘s request and remembered him before the two of you became too intoxicated.

After an hour chasing eachother through the woods you changed back and joined the others again a few of them quite drunk by now.

„Baby! Who won?“

„I don’t know if I should feel insulted by this question.“

„Everyone knows Y/N is the quickest out of the girls!“ San wiggled with his eyebrows while being occupied by finishing a bag of chips.

„I hope so. I’ve not trained her for nothing.“ Yeo Sang smirked at you and stealed the chips out of San‘s grip earning a glare from the boy.

„Is that so?“

Hong Joong shot you an interested look and you decided you would stand the challenge.

„Sangie‘s just exaggerating. But thanks to him, I could improve my skills.“

You weren’t looking away. Why was he suddenly talking to you? He technically didn’t for years. He found it funny you didn’t budge down from his gaze. So he used some of his alpha power to show you who’s in charge.

You saw his eyes turning darker and knew he wanted you to submit back. When his power finally reached a point to feel your wolf nudge you to show respect you sat back down next to Yun Ho and looked away. Hong Joong being satisfied with his work took a sip from his beer and smirked to himself. So he was still having an effect on you.

„Y/N, tomorrow is a big day for you, right?“

„Oh, Jong Ho please stop...“

„Wait, what is tomorrow?“

„Mingi, first the festival is tomorrow. And second, Y/N is going to turn 20...“

San clapped into his hands. All of them being still unmated making you a potential partner. Because only girls held the ability to inflame the mate bond.

„Yah, you thirsty boys better stay away from my girl! If she ends up with someone of you I will literally throw up!“ Yun Ho laughed out loud at this and the others joined him except of Hong Joong and Woo Young.

Yun Ho knew there wasn’t a high chance of you two being mates but there was hope. And if it turned out you were to be with one of his pack clan members so be it.

As soon as someone finds their mate all their romantic feelings for another being vanish. It was just how nature wanted it. So he had to be patient and wait for the outcome of tomorrow.

You took Yun Ho‘s hand feeling his discomfort because of the statement and kissed it bringing him out of his thoughts. He smiled at you and pecked your cheek.

But even you had your doubts Yun Ho would be the one and you couldn’t put your hand on what let you feel this way.

The final day came soner as you wished and Jennie, Rosé, Lisa, Jisoo and you prepared for the festival. After everyone finished the last details you went down to the kitchen being greeted by your family. You mum baked a cake for you with a big ‚20‘ on the top and your dad and brother watched a soccer game in the TV. The only one freaking out were the girls but you knew your dad was nervous as fuck, too. Your brother being grumpy all day because he didn’t want you to love someone more than your big brother.

„So, honey. When do you plan on meeting Yun Ho today?“

„Mh, we want to meet at the festival.“

„At the festival? But isn’t this a little... you know... unromantic?“

You cringed at her words. Of course it wasn’t as romantic as other potential mates did it. But if it turned out he wasn’t the one than you both could spend some time for yourself with your friends.

„Don’t worry Mrs. Y/L/N! We will take care of her even if she doesn’t find her mate today!“

„And if he finds her first?“

You looked at Jennie with widened eyes because her comment made you blush. Of course, she already found her mate just like Jisoo and Rosé.

Your thoughts were a mess searching for all the unmated boys of your pack in your head. Shit, it literally could be anyone. Jisoo seemed to noric your panick mode and ushered to your side.

„Everything will be alright! The moon goddess always chooses wisely.“

Ah, yes. The ball of stone knows what it does.

„5 minutes left!“ Lisa shouted to your dad and brother and they turned down the TV to join you in the kitchen.

After a moment they counted down the time and you officially became a 20 year old girl. You blew out the candles and wished for Yun Ho to be your mate. One after another gave you their birthday wishes and hugged you.

„Ah, finally a woman my little baby!“ You mother had tears in her eyes and took of a photo of every moment.

„So, do you feel different?“

„I remember to have a displeasing feeling in my stomach. But it was just the pasta we ate the day before haha!“ You glared at Jennie at your side.

„I-I feel nothing. I mean no change...“

It was quiet in the kitchen. The atmosphere a little bit awkward but Rosé took you arm and suggested to make a toast. While the others prepared the champagne you looked at your phone to finde a message from Yun Ho saying ‚Happy birthday princess <3 can’t wait to see ya‘.

You smiled at his text and butterflies emerged in your tummy. Maybe this was a good sign?

After some time finishing five bottles of champagne you made your way to the festival.

This was a mistake.

All of you turned into a giggling mess while stomping over to the middle of the town. Everything was decorated in a pretty way. Laterns and fairy lights hanging from the houses and turning the town into a cozy place. Children played an giggled everywhere and the elder sitting by benches and talking. Boys and girls going on their first date and groups of young people trying to test their limits and enjoying the free atmosphere.

And five girls being drunk on their way to the opening ment.

„There are so many boys here. How am I supposed to find the one I am searching for?“

Jisoo turns to you while walking down a street and bops your nose grinning from ear to ear.

„Waeee, oh. I understand.“

You smell him. To be exact, you are able to smell your mate‘s scent. People say your mate smells like your favorite perfume and their odor pulls you in like a magical weave.

So you poked out your nose starting to sniff the air.

Nothing.

The fresh air did good things to you drunk girls and when you neared the big town court you first grabbed something to eat. After looking around and greeting some people you managed to make out quite a number of male wolves that were checking you out looking if your scent gave something off. But everytime you waited for something to happen it didn’t.

No goosebumps or alluring scent. It was quite disappointing but made you happy nevertheless. Your chances of having Yun Ho as your mate grew with each unmated boy you passed.

A bell rang and you and the others went further to the stage where soon the pack clan would hold their opening ment. Your hand suddenly became very sweaty and you waited for Yun Ho ho to appear on the stage. People started to clap when someone pulled at your skirt.

„Wh-Eun Hee? What are you doing here?“ A little girl you babysitted from time to time looked up at you from her little form.

„Noona, I cannot find my mama!“ She had tears in her eyes. You weren’t realizing the pack clan already emerged onto the stage and Yun Ho‘s eyes started to search for yours.

„Oh, don’t be afraid little one! I will find your mum!“

She couldn’t get too far by the way. While scanning the crowd a light scent of richness took in your nostrils. You were trying to concentrate on the people when you luckily saw Eun Hee‘s mother only a few meters away from you.

„Mrs. Kim! Here!“ You waved at her holding Eun Hee‘s small hand in yours and giving her an encouraging smile when her mother discovered you and made her way through the crowd.

Suddenly your ears were infiltrated with a melodic sound of the most beautiful voice you’ve ever heard in your life. You followed it‘s source onto the stage when your breath got stuck in you lungs.

Your gaze landed on Yun Ho. But he wasn’t the one talking. You saw him finding your form and your eyes that were filling with tears. Yun Ho‘s brows furrowed but he understood it sooner as you would’ve thought.

He wasn’t your mate.

By the time Mrs. Kim picked up her daughter your gaze stopped at your real mate. Your soulmate. Chosen by the moon goddess.

It felt like seeing the most beautiful man on earth for the first time. You were happy. Your wolf howled at you and filled your head with thoughts about going to him and marking my as yours.

But your smile faltered when he took a hand in his that wasn’t yours. Jealousy immediately engulfed you and your eyes went dark at the sight.

„Y/N?! Is it Yun Ho or not?“

All the girls were looking at you now waiting for an answer. But you only felt your wolf becoming angrier by each second your mate was with another girl on the stage for everyone to see.

„Don’t touch me. I have to go.“ You gritted out with clenched teeth and a shaking form. The girls new you were just about to change in front of the whole town and let you fight your way through the crowd.

Hong Joong smelled it, too. He was confused why the odor was the best he every was met with. It was intoxicating.

Mate...

His wolf pushed him to the find the source of the scent.

He frantically searched the crowd for the girl the scent belonged to. His wolf growing impatient by each second passing that he couldn’t make out where you were.

He totally forgot about the girl on his side by now when he finally found you rushing out of the place into the direction of the woods.

Don’t let her go!

He left the audience in shock when he jumped down the stage and followed you leaving his pack dumbstruck by his actions.

„Ehm, our alpha will be back in a few seconds.“

Yun Ho watched Hong Joong following your form with teary eyes and as soon as he turned around a corner he stomped from the stage into another direction. Out of all people why was it him to be your mate.

As soon as you entered the forest you got out of your clothes and changed into your wolf running away like an army was chasing you.

Whimpers and cries left you from time to time and your wolf asked again and again why you were not defending your mate and claiming him for yourself.

You went to the secret bay Hong Joong showed you back then knowing no one would find you here. You stopped in front of the water taking in your black reflection. Your wolf managed to get a quite loud howl out of you to which you panicked someone could have heard. And to your personal dismay a large equally black wolf emerged from behind a tree.

You immediately knew it was Hong Joong because of the new undeniable attraction you felt for his figure. You shook away the thought and got into a fighting position showing your fangs and snarling at him.

He stopped in his tracks being confused by your hostility. He rounded you changing the angle of his head from time to time. He took in your form and licked his snout at your scent.

One moment of you being distracted was enough for him to near your butt and smell your scent where it was the strongest next to your neck and it caused him to heckle at the alluring potion.

You flinched away from him and snapped at him earning a warning growl from the much bigger wolf.

You took the chance an started to run away from him.

Oh, she wants to play! Let us catch her Joong!

He never felt this excited before to run after your beautiful wolf. But as it was a play for him and you were dead serious on the other side. This asshole wasn’t going to get you, mark you and all the other stuff he was wishing for.

You were running as fast as you could him being dead on your track the whole time.

She’s really pretty fast! Enough playing, let’s get her now.

You jumped over fallen trees, stones and little water banks when you thought not hearing his paws hitting the ground behind you anymore. When you were sure he stopped chasing after you you slowed down your running until you came to a halt in front of a wide meadow. Time has passed and the sun started to set into a beautiful purple and pink colored sky. You sneaked over the meadow to reach the other side where your territory was slowly ending. It was prohibited to go further in your wolf form but fuck the rules at this moment.

Y/N, I want to be with our mate!

Ah, stupid bond.

After a few minutes you found yourself in front of the end of the meadow going further with careful steps. As soon as you set feet onto the foreign land someone crushed out of a bush into your side pinning you down under him.

As you came back to your senses you made out the black wolf on top of you even seeing his smirk in this form.

„You don’t want to break the rules, am I right?“

„Let me go!“

„I am not. You are my mate!“

You squirmed under him only causing to arouse his inner wolf. He leaned into you fury neck and sniffled you scent and rubbed himself on the point.

„Mate..“

He purred into your form making your wolf nearly fall into unconsciousness at the overwhelming pleasure his movements were causing you.

„N-no... Please... Let go!“

You had no choice against his much larger form on you and were surprised when he changed back into his naked form sweat on his forehead and still holding you in place like you were a puppet.

„Change.“

What?! Was he dumb or something?!

„I said change!“

He used his alpha aura to intimidate you into submission and you felt your wolf quiver at his dominance in a welcoming way.

You changed back and were now lying naked under a also naked Hong Joong somewhere on a meadow. That indeed felt strange.

Hong Joong smirked at your obedience and his wolf was proud you obeyed him.

„Look at me.“

You followed his order and took in his face the first time since years. You wouldn’t thought he could become more beautiful than in the past but how wrong you have been. His features were soft, lips opened a little bit and his hair messed up because of the running.

You didn’t know how long you layed there him straddling you holding your arms in place next to your head and taking in your features like it was the first time.

„My luna.“

As soon as the words left his mouth your brows furrowed. You remembered all that has happened the last years and thought back to Yun Ho.

„No.“

Hong Joong was irritated by the simple word. He grinned at you.

„No? What are you saying there my love. Do you want to make me suffer?“

„S-stop talking to me like this! I am not your mate and I won’t be your luna! This isn’t right! The moon goddess made a mistake!“

Hong Joong backed away from you a little bit because of the outburst.

What does she mean? Doesn’t she want to be our mate? But we love her! We did since we knew her!

„You-you are not meaning this, right?“

„I do!“

Y/N no! Look at him! He’s starting to cry because of what you are saying! Don’t lie to him!

He let go of you fully and sat beside you looking into the distance. Instantly guilt feelings rushed though your system seeing your mate sad because of you.

„Look, I didn’t mean it...“

„I-I am just saying this has to be a mistake! I mean you’re in a relationship with Yeri and I am not suited for you and becoming the luna!“

„What the fuck are you saying?! Why shouldn’t you be suited for me? Heck, I’ve always wanted you to be it! I told you! You were always perfect for me and the position...“

What? He thought you were perfect for him? You wolf teared up at his confession and you blushed hard at his statement.

„Buf Yeri, she’s prettier than me and very intelligent... She would be a better luna!“

He turned towards you tears streaming down his cheeks.

„You are and always were the prettiest, funniest most intelligent girl for me! You are the one that I wanted since high school! Why don’t you understand that!“

You were afraid your heart would burst out of your chest at that moment. You never knew he thought about that way.

„But...you were the one that wanted nothing to do with me anymore!“

„Because I heard you talking about never going to love me and only seeing me as a friend!“

Oh shut up... He heard that crap back in school!

„I-that was a lie...“

You looked down to the ground too ashamed that you weren’t the only one causing the misunderstandings.

„A lie?“

„Yes, because I was so insecure of my love for you. I was afraid the others would laugh at me and especially you...“

After that a long pause came. Neither of you saying something and you still blocking your breast with your arms from his sight.

Suddenly Hong Joong started laughing next to you causing you to join him because the situation was just strange.

Hong Joong carefully took your hand and watched your reaction to be sure you wouldn’t shy away from him.

„Y/N, I am sorry for how everything went the past years. I know I can not make it up to you in one day but I will give everything to convince you that you are perfect for me. I want you to believe in yourself. You are such a pure soul I know you will be the greatest luna ever. I promise you I will stand by your side the whole time and love you unconditionally. That is... if you give me the chance and want to accept me as your mate.“

You saw his eyes literally sparkle while saying these wonderful things to you. You thought back to Yun Ho for a moment being sorry for everything. But you knew that one day he would meet his mate, too. And then he would forget about his romantic feelings for you like you did the moment your eyes landed on your new found mate. And the things you felt for him were real.

So you decided to be brave.

„After all the problems we had gone through... I think I wouldn’t want to be separated from you any other minute!“

Hong Jong‘s eyes lit up and he engulfed you into a big embrace breathing in your scent of your neck again and peppering kisses all the way upwards until it landed on the side of your moth leaving you a giggling mess.

His eyes turned black again and you seductively bit your lip at the excitement you were feeling. He slowly made his way to your lips and kissed you in a slow and passionate style. You moaned into the kiss feeling your two souls emerging into one at the contact. Your whole body felt like spacing out into another dimension at the feeling of your mate’s heat.

After some time relaxing into eachother you both became aware of still being naked somewhere in the nature. You changed into your wolf forms to make your way back home.

„By the way... I know it will be a little bit awkward with Yun Ho... But I cannot wait to wash off his scent from you. Like I can literally not wait to leave my mark onto your form.“

You tensed at his declaration. What did he me with wash off his scent from you?

„Ehm, okay. I hope we can take things slow... It will be my first time, you know?“

Hong Joong stopped in his tracks. He eyed you a with swift shake of his head. Suddenly his tail began to wiggle.

„Y-you mean your are still a virgin?“

„Yes, I wanted to wait for my mate...“

You shyly looked to the ground and not understood why he was so excited about the fact.

„Did you sleep with Yeri?“

„Nope. Same reason like you.“

Your wolf approved of this new information and you liked the thought, too.

You both continued your way back to the town sometimes playing with eachother like chasing the tails or nudging the significant other.

Just as you reached the beginning of the town you stopped in your tracks. A new life would being for you today. And you couldn’t hide the fact that you were indeed a little bit scared. But as you watched Hong Joong from behind you were happy. Happy to have found your mate. Your soulmate. Your destined other half. The love of your life.

„What’s wrong my love?“

He gave you a reassuring smile. Coming back to you and licking your ears and cheeks. You purred at the new feeling of contact and cuddled into his side to smell his wonderful scent.

„Nothing. Now everything’s finally perfect.“

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LUKE PASQUALINO, 35, CESARE NICOLÒ SFORZA. ❝ ⤚⟶ EUROPE, 1458. thanks is given by the COUNT OF PAVIA, THE MILANESE AMBASSADOR CESARE NICOLÒ SFORZA, from MILAN. they are at best VALIANT, and at their worst INDULGENT. whilst abroad, their ambition is to CLAIM WHAT SHOULD BE RIGHTFULLY HIS, TO REIGN AND GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS A WARRIOR AND DIPLOMAT. HE seems to remind everyone of LUKE PASQUALINO & A BRAVE FLAME WITHSTANDING EVERYTHING, A DEVIOUS GRIN & WINE AND BLOOD STAINS ON A WHITE SHIRT. ❞

FULL NAME : Cesare Nicolò Sforza TITLES : Ambassador of Milan Leader of the Milanese military Count of Pavia BIRTHPLACE : Milan, Italy AGE : 35 LANGUAGES : Latin, English, Italian DYNASTY / HOUSE: Sforza MOTHER & FATHER : Francesco Sforza & Maria Visconti SPOUSE : unmarried ISSUE : child name TBA (with Caterina de Medici) SIBLINGS : Alessandro Sforza OTHER : Duchess regent of Milan (sister-in-law), unnamed son (nephew), Lady Isabella Sforza (niece) ZODIAC : Leo RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION : Roman Catholic ORIENTATION : Heterosexual

PERSONALITY TYPE :

He’s heroic, charming, yet spoiled, selfish and arrogant at times. He’s never really cared for humility and never understood the idea of accepting less of what one could get. He’s an all or nothing kind of guy, always seeking the most out of everything, may it be relationships, events or situations. While he absolutely doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty or playing dirty in a diplomatic sense, Cesare has a fickle heart, which still despises all sorts of negativity and criticism about who he is and what he deserves.

VICES : pride, lust, greed, envy, wrath VIRTUES : temperance, diligence FACECLAIM : Luke Pasqualino HEIGHT : 6 ft 2 (190 cm) RECOGNISABLE FEATURES : various battle scars including one on his throat and lower chin, rather tall, broad shoulders REPUTATION IN FLORENCE :  close to the Medicis, is definitely on a friendly basis with them

WANTED CONNECTIONS :

Platonic

- a best friend. He needs someone by his side to keep him company, someone who supports him no matter what. (open)

- alliances of any kind. This can be explored in various ways. As someone who desires to be on the top one has to align himself with loyal and powerful people from all kingdoms. This would only strengthen his claim.(open)

- (foreign) drinking buddies. He‘s always traveling to various countries and has made friends all over the world. Of course this would open certain doors for him and make Cesare somewhat of an expert in various customs and booze. (open)

- diplomatic allies. People he supports and who support him back. (open)

- friends of the family (open)

Romantic

- Former flings (open)

- any other ideas? Feel free to contact me! ♥

Antagonistic

- Supporters of his sister-in-law, the Duchess regent of Milan. (open)

- people who have fought against him, who he has met before and couldn‘t agree with (he can take things really personal so—) (open)

STORY

Cesare could’ve asked for the world and his mother would’ve been glad to make it happen in no time. A spoiled, little boy -- the second son, the spare. His education wasn’t as intense at his brother’s, but, luckily, he wasn’t dumb and soaked up everything like a sponge. From politics to trivial facts -- little Cesare asked for more, and more he should get. His father sent him off to private tutors for years to come, hoping he’d become a trusted adviser to the duke of Milan, his brother. He spent most of his teenage years demanding the attention and respect he used to get from his mother. To not live in his brother’s shadow, to be valuable on his own -- he finally realized his mistake in demanding respect instead of proving his worth after hearing gossip at court, describing him as unbearable at times. Should he answer with punishment or change his ways? He responded to rumors like a stubborn child, kicking and screaming, changing, demanding respect and acknowledgement by choosing a militaristic path rather than a diplomatic one. This way they wouldn’t be able to question him and while they all wondered about his real intentions and if he actually fit into a world of blood and hard work, Cesare grew into a handsome young man with a talent for swordfighting, hunting and shooting with bows. Once his brother got sick Cesare remained at court to be seen as the next regent of Milan. Alas, one night, his brother tasked him with a mission only he could master. Months passed, he returned to Milan with not much information and someone new in charge. Anger and disgust has energized him in the last few months, anger that hasn’t subsided yet.

Besides that he has a really complicated relationship with Caterina de Medici, the mother of his child. What first started as a harmonious, much needed relationship based on desire turned into a dark fairytale. His desire to take over has somewhat damaged their relationship. After Caterina’s depression and her trying to overcome Marius’ betrayal Cesare pretty much tried his best to be there for her, to be a good father and to be supportive of her changes. In fact he welcomes them considering she’s grown into an intelligent young woman. Exactly what he needs by his side, however their rocky relationship doesn’t come without its own personal drama. While it isn’t exactly a back and forth between them, Cesare knows their relationship has always been fickle and he tries to help Caterina in creating a new reputation for herself.

[random-thought-depository]

Also, from Brett Devereaux’s latest Dothraki horde essay that I just posted about:

“This isn’t actually much of a surprise. Martin has been pretty clear that he doesn’t like the kind of history we’re doing here. As he states:

“I am not looking for academic tomes about changing patterns of land use, but anecdotal history rich in details of battles, betrayals, love affairs, murders, and similar juicy stuff.”

That’s an odd position for an author who critiques other authors for being insufficiently clear about their characters’ tax policy (what does he think they are taxing, other than agricultural land use?). Now, I won’t begrudge anyone their pleasure reading, whatever it may be. But what I hope the proceeding analysis has already made clear is that it simply isn’t possible to say any fictional culture is ‘an amalgam’ of a historical culture if you haven’t even bothered to understand how that culture functions. And it should also be very clear at this point that George R. R. Martin does not have a firm grasp on how any of these cultures function.

Once again, Martin has instead constructed this culture out of stereotypes of nomadic peoples.”

Ouch! This is a harsh dunk, but it’s also an insight into how to write speculative fiction that I’m going to take to heart. Well, I mean, it parallels thoughts and the approach I already have. Reading this makes me feel better about having the artistic process I have.

I know it sounds arrogant to think I’d do better than a famous and very successful big name author, but reading these essays I can’t help thinking that I’d have handled that stuff better. Like, at least before writing extensively about a steppe nomad culture I’d Google things like “what did the Mongols eat?” To be fair, I think ASoIaF was started in, like, the ‘90s, when it wasn’t so easy to just Google stuff, but still, I like to think stuff like “how did historical precedents for this culture get their food?” would be things I’d look into a bit before sitting down to write.

To also be fair, I have the opposite problem of spending like 90% of my time “worldbuilding” and taking forever to get around to actually writing anything. Maybe I should be more like George R.R. Martin! He‘s clearly doing something right!

But on the other hand, I think I do better work for actually thinking about stuff like this. Like, here’s another quote from Mr. Devereaux’s latest essay:

“But that leads into the larger problem, which comes out quite clearly in how Martin has carelessly separated the shepherds and the nomads into separate cultures living side-by-side. As we’ve discussed, that’s wrong: the shepherds and the fearsome riders were the same people. But Martin has stripped away not just the shepherding from the Dothraki, but also the cheese-making and wool cleaning and so on – after having already, as we saw last week, also stripped away the artistry, creativity and artisinal skill. His Dothraki don’t do anything as whimpy as herding sheep – something they regard as unmanly because of course they do – they kill the sheep (with arrows, which just makes it a double waste for every shaft that breaks or tip that is lost) and leave them to rot, like (very stupid) badassess.

He has stripped the Dothraki of every part of a Steppe nomads life, except the barbaric violence. And in so doing, he has taken one of only a handful of non-white cultures that we really meet and get a real taste of (rather than merely passing through) and reduces it from a complex culture which grows and nurtures and conserves (but also kills and destroys – we’re not going to don any rosy glasses about the violence of nomads here – that discussion is coming) into a pure vehicle of violent destruction, offering nothing of redeeming value.”

Like ... right now I’m planning out a story I intend to write in January; it’s supposed to be a kind of deconstruction of the Fremen mirage, and very much one of the thoughts going into it is “yo, a Proud Warrior Race would be a horrible society to live in or have as neighbors, we shouldn’t romanticize them!” and yet ... I feel that the “bad guy” culture in it is much better, from a literary viewpoint, for me having given some thought to the material base of their society and how that would shape their culture. I could have just written them as flat edgelordy-grimdark barbarians, but thinking about their culture in materialist terms gave me a more complex and nuanced picture that I think will make for a more interesting and nuanced story and a fictional society that feels more interesting and human and alive.

And to be really fair ... I think if I have an advantage over George R.R. Martin writing in the ‘90s, it’s partly from reading essays like this; because I was shaped by a geek culture that very much appreciates good worldbuilding and that is full of advice about it (of varying levels of quality, but lots of it is at least decent, and there’s a lot of it). If I do better, much of the credit belongs to the people I’ve interacted with and the people whose thoughts I’ve read and listened to over the years. “If we can see farther, it is because we stand on the shoulders of giants” very much seems to apply. Except I don’t like that quote because I think it’s too implicitly elitist; “giants” implies a few outsize individuals. I think it’s more accurate to say that if we see farther it’s because we stand at the top of an enormous human pyramid; it’s not about any particular person, it’s that we reap the benefit of enormous collective efforts. And that enormous human pyramid dynamic exists in science and government and morality and so on just as much as it exists in writing science fiction and fantasy novels.

Side note: it was informative to learn that the big Mongol food animal was sheep (or at least that’s the impression Mr. Devereaux’s essay gave me). I knew Eurasian steppe nomads primarily relied on domesticated animals other than horses for food, but I never had a very clear picture of what animals, and I kind of vaguely thought it was cattle (I guess cattle-herding nomads were more of a thing in Africa and I just kind of assumed Eurasian steppe nomads worked the same way).

Side note 2: seconding a comment somebody with the username “Roxana” left on that essay; if Mr. Martin wanted something plausible-ish that would still make the Dothraki look all macho and badass, a good way to do it would have been to loosely base them on North American horse-riding bison-hunting cultures and have them hunt some sort of terrifying badass fantasy megafauna.

[noonymoon]

JUSTICE FOR JESUS — Misconceptions & Prejudices about the Faith in the Biblical Jesus Christ.

PART ONE: Christianity is not a Religion, it is God‘s plan to redeem mankind and have a relationship with us forever

I‘ve used to think that Jesus is about Religion, Church, Pastors, Dogma. When you look around in the world it makes sense: Everyone believes something different, all faiths are entirely valid for the people who practice them. Of course you throw Christianity in the same pot as Islam and Judaism, they‘re called „the Abrahamic Religions“ (because Abraham was the father of Isaac, who was the father of Jacob, and Jacob is „Israel“, but also Abraham was the father of Ishmael who was only born because Abraham and Sara didn‘t put their faith in God to have a child like God promised, they were impatient and didn‘t have faith, because Sara was already old and could actually not get pregnant anymore, so Sara suggested that Abraham should have a child with Hagar, the handmaiden of Sara; and from Ishmael‘s lineage basically the Arabs and Islam came along, since God had promised to make a great nation out of Abraham, this blessing went worth to both sons of Abraham) - so basically YES, Jews and Christians worship the same God. The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, as it is written all over the Old and New Testament. The only difference is that Christianity has been infiltrated by Satan a loooong time ago, and Judaism (for the most part) rejects Jesus as their Messiah, even though Jesus was prophesied from the FIRST LETTER of the FIRST WORD of the FIRST BOOK of the Bible/Torah FOR the Jews! When he finally arrived FOR the Jews, the Gospel (the message of Salvation) was preached to ONLY Jews for 7 years (3 and a half years of Jesus‘ ministry, 3 and a half years after His death preached by His Apostles) and only THEN (after the Jews for the most part rejected the Gospel and persecuted everyone who believed in Jesus; our best example for this is the Apostle Paul who was actually Sha‘ul; he was formerly an extremely Jewish Pharisee who relentlessly persecuted Christians but then Jesus Himself appeared in a vision to Him and asked Him „Why are you persecuting me?“ and by seeing Jesus‘ glory and majesty, He was born-again and wrote ~70% of the New Testament) God decided to spread the message of Salvation to Greeks/Gentiles as well, because He wants to save all humans, and His chosen people would not do the work that He hoped they would. God‘s priority was always Israel until they have entirely rejected the Salvation that is ONLY found in God‘s Son, the Messiah, the Anointed One: Jesus Christ. Gladly there are a lot of messianic Jews nowadays who do their best to bring Israel‘s saviour to the Jewish people, just like it was supposed to be.

Every single Religion or Faith that there is that does not teach that you can find Salvation in Jesus Christ, the literal Son of God, will not give you peace, love and the Truth, will not give you Eternal Life (and if „Heaven“ and „Eternal Life“ sounds too ethereal for you try „different non-linear dimension“ and „consciousness transferred into a spiritual body“ - because THAT‘S how it was supposed to be before our Earth fell into a linear timeline, away from God‘s presence) and that‘s just how it is. There are tons of Religions, Faiths, even pretty much ALL Christian denominations and all the Christian cults, each one of them has a different way of denying the only thing that leads to Salvation: Jesus is the LITERAL only-begotten Son of the one true God & He died for our sins & was raised to life again by God the Father. Satan literally tries in ANY way possible to deny the LITERAL Sonship of Christ whose Father is God Almighty, YHWH. [...by the way, if you believe in that Zecharia Sitchin nonsense, please visit http://sitchiniswrong.com/ - by an ACTUAL scholar of Biblical Hebrew and of Ancient Semitic Languages]. And for the people who don‘t even bother with Jesus at all, he developed a plethora of options, to believe in something else, his first and only goal is to keep people away from Jesus, and he literally does not care how he accomplishes it. Every single Faith that does not lead to Jesus and into the Kingdom of God, has its roots in Ancient Babylon and leads into the Kingdom of Darkness. There are literally only two options, and that’s the absolute Truth, no matter if “truth” today is a “subjective matter for everyone”; that’s exactly what Satan wanted to achieve, and he sure did it. People are always extremely offended when Christians claim to have the only true God, the One who brought all things into existence despite the circumstance that they don‘t even believe in the FACT that we were brought into existence by this one God through Jesus Christ (who is the „Word of God“, and as you all know „God said: Let there be light, and there was Light“ - basically God spoke things into existence BY his Word, and his word IS Jesus Christ, the Son of God).

People rather believe in an extremely ridiculous and propagated concept of a „Big Bang“ that caused things to just „happen over time“, that our Earth is millions or billions of years old, that it is sheer „luck“ that we can survive because if we were just a tiny bit closer or less close to the Sun we would either burn up or freeze, that we evolved from ape-like men who were not very intelligible, that our extreme complex languages also probably evolved from ape-like sounds (you have no idea how ridiculous all of this sounds, when you are awake, I can‘t even type it without putting it in „quotation marks“, and you literally can NOT UNSEE the Devil’s work once your eyes have been opened) when there is literally an abundance of undeniable evidence that the Creation by an intelligent and brilliant God is a LOT more plausible; or let‘s say: there is a LOT of evidence that the public narrative is simply a deception (for example, tons of GIANT human bones have been found since at least the 1800s but of course not a single person informs us about stuff like this, and of course we don‘t make an effort to research it, because we‘re all brainwashed until we realize the Truth; people who study their Bible know EXACTLY who these giants were and they also know exactly who all those other spiritual entities are which we see in Mythology from ancient cultures) - and when the public narrative is a deception, the only logical conclusion is that something different must be true. And which book contains the entire story from the very Beginning to the very End of humankind, which fulfilled a massive amount of prophecy throughout human history 100% accurate, and is by „sheer conincidence“ the most translated and printed book of ALL time? Exactly! The Bible!

„In the beginning (TIME) God created the heavens (SPACE) and the earth (MATTER)“ — Genesis 1:1 

(parantheses added)

Isn‘t it AMAZING how the inspired Word of God through the Prophets conveys complex scientific concepts in only a little sentence? THAT‘S how incredible God is! He is a Mastermind and good beyond ANYTHING. Sadly Satan has accomplished that the world sees our Creator like a hateful, narrow-minded, strict and arrogant Ruler who just wants to dominate us and put His Religion on us, but that could not be further away from the Truth. God, in fact, HATES Religion, all He ever wanted is to be loved by His people, acknowledged by His people and praised by His people (and honestly, He DESERVES praise for Everything He has done for us and for Everything that He is!) .. And then of course, you can look all around in nature! I swear, being born-again is like being a child again, before this world and our „education“ brainwashes you. When I walk outside, I just MARVEL at God‘s handiwork, it‘s literally AMAZING. When I look at flowers, veggies, fruits, animals, insects of all kinds (I even lost my fear of spiders and wasps and even hornets, it‘s just amazing to look at them), when I taste different kind of nuts, herbs and spices (by the way, isn‘t it amazing how there‘s a herb or plant for every health issue a human can have, just like the Bible says? if we really evolved from a Big Bang to THIS, how do we explain the miraculous powers of all of these things? Have they just „happened“...?) look at the funny shapes of everything; everything just blows my mind, it‘s incredible. Someday I really want to ask God what He thought when He created Romanesco Broccoli because each time I see that thing, I just marvel at its weirdness and beauty. The world is just so ridiculously beautiful and NO ONE can see it except born-again Christians (I‘m really excited for eternal Life because this Creation is in a fallen state and the Bible says that the actual glory of the actual Creation is even more magnificent, WHOA...!!!) and I sometimes literally cry because it‘s SO SAD what Satan has made us believe about our planet, about ourselves, about literally everything. And why? Just because he hates Jesus, he hates God and he most certainly hates EVERYONE else, you, me, everyone. He loves only himself and he doesn‘t care if he‘s robbing us from the most astonishing experience ever: Life! He enslaves us through spiritual warfare to desires that we would naturally not have (social status, money, power, career, material objects of all sorts, fame, success, other people no matter how toxic they are for our health, drugs, likings and addictions of all kinds, literally ANYTHING can be the work of spiritual warfare) and makes us believe on top of that that we‘re just a bunch of random Apes in a random world, that our purpose is to make money and survive in a society that grows more and more into cold robots each year, only so that at the end, we die, never knew Jesus, and perish in Hell with him. It‘s literally the saddest thing EVER.

So yes, „Religious Freedom“ is a thing; everyone CAN believe whatever they want and feel drawn to, but ONLY born-again believers in Jesus Christ will live with God forever and ever in a different dimension that is not bound to time. Just like God wanted to live with us from the very beginning! We are His masterpiece of creation! Did you know that we are more cherished than angels? He sent his LITERAL SON to die for us, ALL of us, just so that we can live with God! Isn‘t that incredible??? I’m just absolutely in Love with God and Jesus and I’ve never thought that I’d EVER say this, growing up as an Atheist and then, over 2 years deceived in a spiritual bubble that is not even real.

My prayer is that the people who are written in the book of Life and belong to God’s kingdom find Jesus Christ, and experience His Love, because once you have, there is not a single day that is sad or empty, not a single day that seems pointless, you will have peace and a blessed hope for eternity to come. Amen.

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