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ordowrites · 9 months ago

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some arlecchino headcanons

we are about 34 days away from her debut and i'm excited, so i am here, with a fever and nothing to do until i recover so it's time to ramble about this woman who i've been excited for since her debut in winter night's lazzo

cw: some fluff, some not sfw mentions, afab reader but no pronouns used, use of pet names, mdni, minors dni, general warnings for canon typical violence, some mentions of D/s, sort of a sugar relationship, power imbalances, pet play, possessive behaviors. everything is consensual. please ask if something should be tagged i didn't get already

arlecchino is, for the lack of a better word, a kind lover. she isn't inherently cruel nor would she never intentionally raise a hand to you unless you ask very nicely. she is attentive for someone of her stature and position, she knows many things about you although you know very little about her - still, having your likes and dislikes, favorite color, dream wedding, and so on is to her advantage. she touches you as if you may shatter beneath her touch and you're the last person in this world that she wants to corrupt.

while she is kind, she does get condescending sometimes. she likes making the decisions in the relationship and calling the shots, such as where you guys eat, what you guys eat, sometimes what you wear, simpler decisions - although, she also wants a partner who knows what they want and can speak up for themselves. being confident is important, but not egotistical. (after all, she may be calling the shots, but your thoughts are still pretty important to her)

she will pay for everything. oh don't you worry your pretty little head, she's a Harbinger, she can pay. you sit pretty and enjoy your dinner and conversation. she'll gift you things you like, get you necessities should you only ask for them. so long as it brings a smile to your face, she will do it to an extent.

in comparison to others, such as diluc, whose love language is gift giving and he loves showering his partner with expensive gifts no strings attached - arlecchino's can be underhanded and come at a price. not everything comes from the kindness of her heart, and she's more than frank enough to tell you when she wants you on your knees to work for that dress you've been eying. (and of course, you will do so)

she likes to refer to you as pet, precious, and similar names to that. maybe she views you a bit as a pet, what with that collar she presented to you sometime ago? "oh, it's so everyone knows you belong to me. would you rather something more permanent?" (of course, if you stutter out your protests about wearing a collar in public, she'll just smile, cup your face, and tell you how sweet you look). she did also gift you a lovely necklace to wear at all times after your initial shock of the collar. after all, she still does value your comfort. nothing is ever non-consensual with her. after all, she teaches her "children" the importance of consent and valuing their own lives, so she should model such teachings with you.

you have dinner at home, together, at the same time, six days a week. once a week, she will take you out to the fanciest place she can in order to show you off to the public. her arm wrapped around your waist, your dress matches her red lip stick, and she shows you off proudly to the public. everyone knows you're the Harbinger's most beloved one. And she is quick to remind anyone who forgets. (and hold your head up high, goodness sakes', she wants you to be proud of yourself. if she didn't find you worth her attention, you wouldn't be at her side.)

the two of you will also have daily tea and cake, at the same time. always your favorite or whatever you are craving at the time. she loves to spoil you with these sorts of things.

She will never allow you to meet any of the other Harbingers. For your safety, of course. You are but an innocent person in this world, but if she ever does take you to a banquet, her clawed hand will never leave your hip. Her eyes will always be on you should you ever have a need to leave her side, and soft, veiled threats to her colleagues should they dare to even look at you wrong.

Sex with Arlecchino happens whenever it happens, and she's always happy to indulge if you're feeling particularly horny. But she doesn't make it easy for you to find the relief you're chasing. She likes to draw things out, she likes to hear you make noises that make you blush, and see tears prick at your eyes as you struggle to not orgasm without her okay to do so.

She's also not the biggest fan of bondage, but if you're being particularly naughty, she'll tie you up. Or if you ask her, nicely of course. (the reason being is because she likes feeling you touch her, your touch is always so soft and gentle)

However... something has caught her eye recently - a type of bondage hailing from Inazuma. Shibari. Oh yes, she will have you in soft red rope in her office just to look at. That is, if she doesn't have you already half naked and eating her out while she works while desperately humping her shoe because she issued you a challenge and it's been a few weeks since you've last had an orgasm. Really, whichever has her fancy at the time. (she does this because she loves seeing you fucked out and needy and pliant)

she also likes marking you - bright red marks or purple all over your neck where people can see. and she's always disappointed if you try to hide them. ("for shame, do you not wish for people to know who you belong to?")

("look at you, my most perfect pet. i must say, that is a good color on you. now, hold your head up high and don't cower. let everyone see the same thing i see in you.")

#arlecchino x you #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x y/n #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #arlecchino imagines #genshin arlecchino #ordo.txt #ordo.text #arlecchino

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 24 days ago

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A lovely game

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Jean x Julia (Half-Pureblood vampire)

Part of : Ikemen advent calendar hosted by me and @candied-boys

Prompt : December 2 - Secret Santa

Tag: Established relationship Fluff

Word Count : 934

Author’s Note: A whimsical game is the perfect opportunity to give and receive gift guided by hearts deepening the bond that bind their heart together with unwavering affection. 🥰

Tag list

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978

@william-rex

@candied-boys @writingwhimsey

@fang-and-feather @moonstruckmelancholic @lichtluv

@wistfulwanderingone @rjthirsty @ike-garden2024

@maeko-kun @oda-princess @rkmaru

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

The occasion to have fun in that mansion ran all year around, even more during holidays, that day was no exception since the request of Le Comte to speak with everyone in the parlor set the whole house in disarray with excitement.

One of the happiest at her uncle's plan was Julia that with a spring in her step reached her boyfriend's room only to wait with bated breath for him to answer after she so eagerly knocked on his door, just about when she was to go away a pair of listless navy blue eyes met hers.

“Good evening Jean.”

“Good evening to you Julia.”

“I am sorry to have bothered you.”

“You don't need to worry … may I know why you are here?”

“Ohh you see ... The other residents gathered in the drawing room ... and my uncle asked me to come fetch you but only if you want, like I don't want to pressure you.”

The stream of words from her lips were interrupted when he gently cupped her face in his hands brushing his thumb on her cheek, his eyes filled with affection bothered by a speck of regret at the sight of a strained smile appearing on her lips.

“I am happy you came for me.”

A blush crept on her cheek making her even more adorable until he took a step away taking her hand in his bigger ones, smiling at the sight of the coy expression glimmering in her chartreuse eyes.

“I am ready if you wish for us to go together.”

“Oh yes please.”

Ever the gentleman Jean offered Julia his arm smiling when she clinged to it, sticking together even when once in the parlour he took a place on the sofa smiling as she did the same leaning on his chest.

A bright smile danced on her lips as he listened to the whimsical plan her uncle proposed to the residents of the mansion, if he had to take his words as the truth the day of the birth of Christ they had to share a gift with a person whose names was written in the card he so elegantly gave each one of them.

“Do you like the idea, Jean ?”

Julia’s voice was the only thing able to pull him out of his reveries, his heart raced madly in his chest at the sight of her shy smile with her gorgeous tourmaline eyes betraying the excitement she felt at the project her uncle brought everyone in.

“I do, Julia.”

A smile brighter than the sun and ten fold warmer danced on her lips

“I do too. I can't wait to see what everyone will come up with.”

With a spring in her step she tucked the card in her skirt pocket before following him out of the room ready to think about the whimsical plan her uncle proposed.

Before they knew it the day come around everyone beamed with curiosity some hiding it better than others as they sat around the table, and yet when Jean saw Julia all dolled up with a green velvet dress that complimented her curves swaying her hips as she approached him he found himself unable to look away as a certain desires awoke in his heart.

“This is for you Jean. Merry Christmas.”

That simple wish that until now was nothing for him, spoken by her soft lips with so much affection was enough to move him to the core, emotion glimmering in his moonless eye as he carefully pulled the ribbon on the box she carefully placed in front of him.

“I mostly thank you for this gift … please allow me to reciprocate.”

“I accept it gladly.”

With a smile to rival any light Julia took the packet he took out from his jacket, like a child in a candy shop she beamed as she swirled the gift between her fingers until his voice took her away from her endeavours.

“Julia.”

“Yes.”

“Thank you for your gift … I loved it very much.”

Jean was never good with words and yet he did his best to express his gratitude to her, unable to explain how much her thoughtful gift warmed his heart to its very core like nothing ever did except her unconditional love.

“I am so glad to hear that.”

Jean clutched the book to his chest smiling as she placed her fingers upon his own reaching to brush a gentle kiss on his cheek

“You are and always will be the swan for me, never forget that.”

Unable to contain his emotions he wrapped her in an hug, only after placing the book carefully on the table as to not ruin it

“Did you like mine ?”

“I have yet to open it, give me a minute.”

The shy smile dancing on her lips made her shine even more under the light of the chandelier, that so sultrily swirled on the velvet planes and curves of her dress, rivalled by the brightness of her eyes as she took in the inside of the package he so gallantly held for her to open.

“Oh Jean I love it, thank you so much.”

Affection filled her eyes as Julia’s delicate fingers stroke the soft fur of the white tiger she was holding close to her chest, without wasting a moment she leaned to leave a kiss on his cheek, relaxing in his hug as he wrapped one arm around her form minding nothing of all the residents’ stares as they share a light kiss, before pulling away only to gaze at one another with fond smiles.

#IkemenAdvent #ikemen vampire julia original character #my writing #ikemen vampire jean #ikevamp jean #ikevamp #ikemen vampire

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fernsinthemist · 5 months ago

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An Introduction Post

Hello hello! ♡ This is my blog about my practice and journey. Scroll below for the blog, posts, reblogs and chaos.

🌿 About Me Debs | She/her | Slavic | Living in Ireland

Aside from the magical and spiritual I am also a big bookworm, friend of nature, 90s Geocities Internet nostalgee, husky mom, cat mom, chinchilla mom, music nerd, singer, pianist writer, occasional artist, obsessive tea drinker, wannabe scientist, behaviorist, dog trainer, pet care advisor, lover of travel, dragon enthusiast, carebear collector, Heroes of Might and Magic devotee-- I mean fan, comic book geek, Halloween queen, knitter/crocheter, amateur genealogist, polyglot, a fun lesbian aunt(I have no nieces or nephew. I'm your aunt now), Duolingo streak bragging person, crafty crafter, and an autistic wreck whose sensory issues all go away as soon as it's grey and rainy outside, or better yet, as soon as Autumn arrives. (I dislike Summer with a passion.)

You can usually find me straying off a path and heading deeper into the forest, reading a book, doing magical wibbly-wobbly stuff, listening to or playing music that ranges from 80s glam metal through classical through Dutch rap to symphonic metal, studying an outrageous topic the average person has no interest in hearing of, writing, or having a breakdown over having to clean the house. (Hey, breakdowns are healthy. I promise. They are. I promisewhydoesittakeme5hourstocleanmykitchen?!)

I'm super-duper-Alice-Cooper friendly, and a real chatterbox, so if you want to ask me anything, talk to me about your own practice, ask me for advice or info, get a reading, get help with your own reading, or literally just talk, I'm a message away!

I used to be on Tumblr years ago and organized a yearly Pagan/Witchcraft Themed Gift Exchange for a couple of years. Keep you eyes peeled as I am going to bring this back this year!

Oh, and I kind of really love dragons.

🕸️ My practice I have had a pull to the divine and spiritual since I was a child, being approached by Kemetic deities when I was very young but have been actively practicing for 13 years. As you can see from my personal blurb above, I'm a pretty mixed and positively chaotic person, and my spiritual practice is no different. I love to help in any and all aspects that I'm familiar with, and I'm also always constantly learning myself(I'm kind of obsessed with continuous learning). I'm a spiritual sponge and absorb whatever I work with and get happily attached to my deities, spirits and practices, so I don't ever really stop practicing something. Here are some but not all branches of my path:

Kemetic devotee

Slavic polytheist

Freja & Skadi Follower (Restarting my relationship with Them after some years)

Solitary eclectic hedge witch (Ask me to elaborate if you wish)

Hecate Follower (Beginner)

Spirit work

Ancestry/communication with the dead

Nature work

Draconic magic

Constant personal study of mythology, history, language and culture of the paths I follow and others.

Pagan: There's a lot, I know. If you struggle with describing my practice when talking about me, you can just call me "pagan".

🔮 What I Do

Divination (Cards, runes, tea leaves, incense smoke, candle flame and wax, crystals, Slavic divination, and others)

Sigils

Herbal Recipes*

Crystal prescriptions*

Spells

Rituals (Ask me for details)

Devotional writing (Prayers, poetry, hymns)

Devotional art (of any deity, even if I don't follow Them)

Animal/pet healing*

* Important disclaimer = * = I do not give medical healing or medical prescriptions. I am NOT a licensed medical professional. I have education and extensive work experience in animal health/illness/first aid and care but I am NOT a vet. None of my prescriptions or healing include medical diagnoses or the use of medicine. Please consult with a medical professional for physical ailments, disease, injury, mental health. My crystal and herbal prescriptions and healing are not to be used as a substitute for professional medical/mental health help. They are there to be used as a boost and cleansing of energy and spirit, and can be used in conjunction with already-prescribed professional treatments. For herbal recipes, please ensure you are aware of any contraindications and interactions with anything you may already be taking.

DNI if you're a cun- please be nice. We're a respectful bunch. Don't talk shit about mental illnesses, I have some too. (A whole alphabet of abbreviations, I'm at a point where I'm anticipating a diagnosis of PhD.) See? We can laugh about our own mental health for the sake of healing, but don't be a judgy bitch. If you're in any way a homophobe, transphobe, acephobe, arophobe, anyone else who falls under the category of LGBTQI+phobe, racist, ableist, and insert any other shitty quality here. Also, I'm an adult, I talk about adult things, I don't post explicit things but there may be mentions of adult stuff or sexyjokes. So if you're a minor, well, I can't stop you from using the internet so it's your own risk what you do on the web, but be safe, and I'll tag anything that mentions that kind of stuff as "ac mention"(stands for adult content mention) - you might wanna block that tag. Also if I follow anyone and you don't want me to follow you let me know and I'll unfollow.

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flowerslut · 9 months ago

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shamefully despite how easily i am influenced i have not made my way through your ao3 catalogue. where would be a good starting point? (licking kink not required but always appreciated)

wow thanks for giving me an excuse to make a compilation of my (shorter) twilight fics that I want more people to read!!!!! ok ok so all my best favorite ones (minus call of the night. we are pretending call of the night does not exist, okay? dont think about it. dont even look at it) are my mid-length ones. now, first and foremost: I am an angst writer, and boy do I love to whump on alice and jasper, so in no particular order, you should read these fun little jalice fics while you wait for me to update roots over the next few weeks/months

North Star

rated: M words: 20,336 chapters: one-shot summary: "He’s the Eye of the South. The god of war. Master of battle and oracle of death. He’s not just the most dangerous weapon the world has ever seen, but he’s a man in love. And combining those two just makes this so much worse. Jasper sees a girl in his head, and he's afraid of what comes next."

thoughts: okay i lied, they are in a particular order. or at least this one is. this is my favorite twilight fic I've written (I think) and I got dramatic as fuck with it. written for jalice week back in 2021, the prompt was "power/ability swap" and you get exactly that: jasper is the psychic, alice is the empath, everything else is the same... or is it? this is also notably the first fic I ever sent to someone (g, obviously) to look over/give corrections to, so that might be why it has fewer stupid grammatical/sentence structure issues than most of my other stuff (minus roots). content warning for physical abuse, implied sexual assault, and mild sexual content. (also on ff.net)

The Almost Quiet

rated: T words: 10,365 chapters: one-shot summary: "He wants to blame loneliness, but maybe this is what was meant for him all along. A long road that leads to a depressing end. Longing after a girl he doesn’t know whose mind is lost."

thoughts: the last line of this fic is my personal favorite one I've written in recently memory! anyways this is an all-human AU, (sort of). in 1920, alice and jasper meet as humans and jasper's job gets much harder after that. this one is far from the best on this list, but it's entertaining, angsty, and has a satisfying ending imo. content warning for forced institutionalization and ableist language. (also on ff.net)

Déjà-rêvé

rated: T words: 6,551 chapters: one-shot summary: "It's nothing Alice had ever seen. It was no vision, no dream. It was only a possibility that had haunted the back of her mind like a nightmare for as long as she'd known what was out there for her to fear. Jasper had never known about this fear until it became their reality."

thoughts: this is the shortest one on this list, and since you like roots, you'll probably like this. its vaguely similar in that it's a whumpy post-breaking dawn AU, but this is only a snippet of an aftermath in which alice loses her power. wrote it for secret santa 2022 and had a BLAST with it. (if you want more whumpy one-shots my ao3 is chock full of whumptober prompts)

No Friend of Mine

rated: T words: 15,199 chapters: one-shot summary: "He contemplates telling Peter about Alice’s visits, but something holds him back from doing it. Perhaps because it doesn’t feel like Alice whenever she’s lying on his bedroom floor, curled in an old blanket that’s too small for him but perfectly sized for her, utterly still and silent even while awake. A part of him feels like it would be a betrayal to reveal this side of her to someone even as close to him as Peter is. After all, Peter is his friend. And Alice is… well, not."

thoughts: I think this fic is severely underrated, but maybe that's because I literally came up with the concept and wrote it over the course of a day and a half or something insane like that, and I think that for a hastily written secret santa gift from 2020, it holds up sooo well. it's an all-human AU where alice is the weird new girl, and like always, jasper is in way over his head. all the cullens get a role, it has the 'fluffiest' moments, and its faaaantastic. content warning for child abuse.

The Hunted

rated: T words: 26,664 chapters: 11 summary: "It's not so wise if you try to run."

thoughts: this one is the most self-indulgent (with the most questionable characterization tbh) based on g's post from 2019 that says 'twilight, but when bella slips away from jasper and goes to the ballet studio to meet james, he isn’t there. he waited until everyone split up in the airport, and then went for alice instead. in the ensuing chaos, while everyone is freaking out, victoria grabs bella.' this is the only one on the list I might take a look at in the future to rewrite chunks of, but it's great fun your honor. ignore what anyone else tells you about the ending. but make sure to keep this short sequel/epilogue handy, for... reasons. (also on ff.net)

A Loyal Wife

rated: M words: 21,930 chapters: 5 summary: "Alice is only a Lady because she was forced to be one. She much rather preferred being untitled. Just a constant in this strange family of women. Girls both grown and not, betrothed to the man who protects and spoils them. Quickly the newborns realize that Alice is more weapon than wife, and that suits her just fine."

thoughts: last but certainly not least is my attempt at 'jalice enemies-to-lovers' that I wrote over the course of two days while on vacation. this story has everything: southern wars, a marriage cult, weird power dynamics, and [checks notes] trying to seduce your enemy mid-fight. this is another one of my favorites, and maybe the messiest (affectionate) as far as story content goes (of course, minus roots). content warnings for sexual assault/dubious consent.

#jalice #twilight fanfiction #alice cullen #jasper hale #no but seriously if you haven't read call of the night just hold off on it for now #the entire series is like half a million words rn but the beginning is SO POORLY DONE that i always wish I could make it like.#invisible to people on AO3 until I can fix it. that way I can CONTINUE the series #the fic/series as a whole is hashtag Good but you can just TELL the fist 20-50k was written by a high school kid. bc it was #thats on me for not editing well enough back in 2017/18

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tawakkull · 1 month ago

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SPIRITUALITY IN ISLAM: PART 44: JADHB AND INJIDHAB (ATTRACTION AND THE FEELING OF BEING ATTRACTED TOWARD GOD)

It also means feeling and observing clearly the manifestations of Divine Majesty and Unity. A purified soul capable of receiving such manifestations abandons itself to the tides originating from the realms beyond and, like a competent swimmer, swims in ecstasy, in deep submission to God and without fear and anxiety.

If attraction means that one is drawn by a sacred power linked with his or her essence toward the purpose of his or her creation and to the point indicated by his or her true, primordial nature, injidhab means the willing acceptance of this invitation sent to one’s spirit.

That is the grace of God: He bestows it on whom He wills (57:21).

This bestowal includes in a single, passing moment many portions of time filled with events; gives a single step toward Him the potential to reach the gardens of Paradise; and equips a glance with the capacity to turn a piece of coal into a diamond. Great distances that seem impossible for one’s own will and power to cover are covered in a moment by God’s attracting, and high summits are reached by His uplifting, as stated in:

A single instance of the All-Merciful’s attracting equals to the nearness to God acquired through the good actions of both humanity and jinn.

Those whose spirits feel the mysteries of faith, who practice Islam and perfect goodness and devotion through God’s attracting, are called “those who follow the way of Uways,” for they are taught directly by God or the Prophet. In other words, they do not need a human teacher or guide. Since they feel continuously attracted toward God by God Himself, they live in incessant ecstasy and amazement at what they observe of Divine truths and manifestations.

At times, there is a virtuous circle between attraction and regular worship and austerity. A traveler on the way to God is favored with attraction in proportion to the degree of his or her worship and austerity, and is devoted to worship and austerity to the extent of the attraction felt toward God. So long as such people act in accordance with the Shari'a, this virtuous circle continues. If they break away from the light of Muhammad, upon him be peace and blessings, displays of free and easy behavior in their relationship with God begin to appear, and religious obligations might begin to be neglected.

Attraction is, first of all, a capability and a Divine gift given in advance. Without this gift, a traveler on the way cannot feel attracted through austerity, worship, and self-purification; nor can he or she discern the waves of attraction and being attracted on the face of the universe caused by the light coming from the Divine Name the All-Loving. Such an undiscerning person has no knowledge of true spirituality:

Why should my guide be concerned with me

Unless I have the attraction of love?

Why should he be concerned with me

Unless I receive inspiration from God?

It sometimes happens that a believer attracted in this way is overwhelmed by the gifts coming from God, so that whatever is other than His manifestations disappears, and all cares with the world or the Hereafter are forgotten. In a mood expressed by the following couplet:

I am, by nature, so attracted to the roaring rise of the sea

That I feel as if engulfed in the bounteous gifts of God,

One’s self and all other parts of creation are seen as being intoxicated with the attraction of the Holy, Attractive Being:

Everything is intoxicated with the wine of love of God and the attraction of this love. Celestial objects and angels are intoxicated; the heavens and Earth are intoxicated; elements and plants are intoxicated; and animals, human beings, and all other beings (are intoxicated).

There are two kinds of attraction. One is felt inwardly and is not manifested outwardly by its possessor. Such a person loves God, feels great contentment with and pleasure in fulfilling His commandments, and feels incessantly attracted to the source of a deeper delight. The second kind of attraction is that which is manifested. One who feels such attraction cannot help but manifest it as ecstasy. Feeling attracted by God with a continuously increasing force, he or she lives as an ecstatic, in excessive joy and with great happiness.

Those who are unaware of such degrees of spiritual elevation think the person is crazy. To express this degree of ecstasy, the following couplet of ‘Abd al-‘Aziz Majdi Effendi is quite meaningful:

There is a kind of madness called attraction, which is a true triumph.

By means of it madness reaches mysteries lofty and great.

Attraction may look like madness in some respects; in reality, it is quite different. For example, an ecstatic who revolves in waves of attraction may lose some perception and show signs of madness by behaving in ways incompatible with sound reasoning and the Shari'a. In most cases, an ecstatic exceeds normal human standards in all senses or powers of perception to the extent that, in the light of Sunna, he or she travels in realms that cannot be reached by the reason, other faculties, and senses of ordinary people. Therefore, those who see such a person think that he or she is crazy.

However, traveling (in spiritual realms) beyond the reach and power of normal standards of intellect or reason, by using that power and other senses along with the help of God, is completely different from the type of madness resulting from mental illness, which is characterized by less-than-normal standards of intellect or reason.

#allah #god #islam #muslim #quran #revert #convert #convert islam #revert islam #revert help #revert help team #help #islam help #convert help #how to convert to islam #convert to islam #welcome to islam

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chadillacboseman · 8 months ago

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For JJ, Jesse, and Alex because I am obsessed 😄

What would your OC wear to meet a new or prospective lover in the Springtime? If they are not interested in romance themselves, then what would they advise a friend or sibling to wear to match the season?

Is your OC skilled in repairing or rebuilding what is broken or worn? Or would they sooner dispose of something and replace it with something new and (perhaps) better?

What would your OC consider a romantic gift or gesture if they were planning such a thing for someone? If they aren't romantically inclined themselves, then what advice would they give another person?

God help him, Echo would probably have to dress him because the ol' reliable combo of black t-shirt and jeans is all he knows when he's out of his armor. He doesn't even know how to do laundry until she finds out and forces him to learn.

Is your OC skilled in repairing or rebuilding what is broken or worn? Or would they sooner dispose of something and replace it with something new and (perhaps) better?

Tying back to the laundry thing, Alex just prefers to replace with new. For YEARS, he was simply buying new shirts and jeans in bulk. Alex is good with his hands, but they really only know how to destroy, not repair.

Alex is big on gifts. I feel he and Kate have a cool rock exchange program. As for romantic gifts, in his mind, nothing beats flowers. He has fairly good taste in floral arrangements, and he can (and does!) make them himself.

Something simple, breathable that doesn't restrict his movement. PTSD makes him hyper-aware of his ability to move properly- gotta be ready to exit in a flash. Probably a breezy button down and jeans.

Is your OC skilled in repairing or rebuilding what is broken or worn? Or would they sooner dispose of something and replace it with something new and (perhaps) better?

Jesse replaces and upgrades, both when it comes to belongings and to soldiers. Way back in the 15 lines post, he is quoted as saying: "Put ten in the ground, I'll hire 20 more" He's fairly obsessed with upgrading, both his forces and himself. He's painfully aware of his lack of physical strength when he's not wearing the Malleus exoskeleton.

Jesse, when he's medicated properly, is a decent guy whose love language is definitely acts of service. The man can't cook for shit, but he will order takeout from a place his partner likes and set up a date night.

His undefeated standard of plaid button down and boot cut jeans, baby! He sometimes wears a ball cap to keep his hair out of his eyes.

Is your OC skilled in repairing or rebuilding what is broken or worn? Or would they sooner dispose of something and replace it with something new and (perhaps) better?

JJ is a repair guy. He refurbishes and repairs antique guns and he can throw it down like a fucking property brother ™ when it comes to home renovations.

JJ is a sketchbook guy- he's always doodling and jotting stuff down. He'd gift them a sketch of them they probably didn't even know he was drawing, a moment captured when he felt inspired.

#oc jesse #oc jj #oc alex #mk ocs #mortal kombat ocs #jesse would probably still be eating mres hunched over a reheating packet like an animal if im being honest #he has bpd by the way that's what he's medicated for #but he is inconsistent and throughout his arc it becomes much worse

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spongeofaces · 5 months ago

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hi!! if possible i'd love to get a romantic matchup >< (sorry for being anon, i know its not preferred for you but i feel a bit more comfy this way if thats okay!!) ALSO WARNING i'm going to yap a ton here.

first things first, you can call me yun if you must !! i'm an enfj in terms of mbti BUT i find myself to be somewhat of an ambivert! my friends describe me as super quiet at first but the more i get to know someone the louder i become, and i get a lot more open! i personally really love hanging out with my friends but sometimes i just get drained so .. but otherwise hm i feel like with people who i'm closer with i'll probably be more blunt n banter with them more but again i walk on eggshells more with people im not familiar with. i love reading, art, nd trying new hobbies, right now i lovee crochet and crafts!

in terms of what i want in a partner, maybe someone who i can be truly comfortable around. someone who doesn't care about the way i act with them, and also someone who i'd be able to treat as a friend too, like being able to banter with them and not having to show them my best self and knowing they'll still love me for that! but through that also the small romantic things that scream "you're my partner" — also a bit like leona i've something with wanting to be someone's first choice and while thats not a trait persay do with that info what you will! i'd love someone who wouldn't mind me being clingy even if i'll do my own thing at times! and someone who wouldn't mind me being vulnerable, even if they can't give good advice they can just listen.

for traits — as long as they treat me well i guess, and honesty too. i don't need someone whose live revolves around me but also not someone who's distant from me 24/7.. a nice balance in between you know! like i said, small acts are cute to me too. i think bantering is cute in relationships but ofc not too much just! also i find possessiveness cute to some extent.. something i just don't like at all is dishonesty but oh well. someone who is the personification of the lyric "i know he did you wrong but we're not all bad" im a sucker for that (this isnt needed im just yapping)

my love languages are quality time, physical touch and gift giving! i'm not one to initiate physical touch but i do really like it. i am shamelessly touch starved and so i require someone who would enjoy things like cuddles (im a shameless little spoon too btw) but ofc we can work our way up to it im bad with words so gifts are the way to go.. defs related to my hobbies like annotated books if they like reading or just crochet stuff bc..

ofc spending time with them is super super important to me but as i said not 24/7 BUT also there are exceptions it depends i just like someone who can stay by my side and make me feel loved

i think i'm yapping too much so lastly maybe none of the first years because i see them all as platonic bffs ☆ and no teachers just in case

SOOOOO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!! I hope the end result is okay 🙇‍♀️

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I match Yun with...

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

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He may attempt to suggest otherwise, but this man is a hopeless romantic. Azul can be both confident and completely awkward in a relationship, not prepared to open up immediately, but not planning to lie either. It may take some coaxing, but the more time he spends with you, the more willing he becomes, even feeling safe enough to admit his insecurities and doubts. Azul is very, very nervous admitting it, but he doesn't want to keep things from you. As much as he wishes he wasn't, Azul is afraid that if you see anything but his best, you'll think less of him. But, you don't, which only makes him love you all the more.

It'll take a lot of time for Azul to gain enough confidence to ask for contact, but if you ever accept, he's going to be the hugger of huggers. He'll start small. Oh, you're sitting on the couch? Well, maybe he'll put an arm around your shoulder. Feeling sick so you've got to lie down? He could subtly shuffle over to crouch beside you and hold your hand. Only to keep you company, not because he wants to... is what he tries to tell himself. Eventually, Azul will get more bold and less ashamed with his actions, just popping over whenever he feels the need for the comfort of your touch. He'll back off if you tell him he's being too much, so just be honest with your boundaries.

Very willing to banter. He'll go back and forth with you for hours if you let him. He finds it incredibly entertaining. Sometimes you might catch Jade listening in from across the room; hopefully not for blackmail purposes.

As soon as he finishes classes and his work at the Mostro Lounge, he seeks you out; whether to take you out on a date, to help you with schoolwork, or just to be by your side. Azul wants to spend as much time with you as he can, while you'll have him.

If you give him a lil crochet octopus, he may just die on the spot. It'll be sitting on his desk 24/7 - along with any other gifts you make for or give to him.

You'll find yourself being treated to delicious dishes constantly. He won't admit he's doing it for your sake, he'll just lie and say that he's trying to test whether the dish is good enough to be added to the lounge's menu by watching your facial expressions as you eat it. Any positive feedback will be met with a flush and him trying to subtly hide his face behind his sleeve.

He'll always make time for you, even on his busiest days. He's ready to listen fully to whatever you have to say, or rant about. Azul doesn't care if you stumbling around the words, or can't quite get the right meaning across, he'll patiently wait until you've said your piece.

Extra tidbits:

MBTI Compatibility - Snippet taken from www.crystalknows.com:

ENTJs are likely to trust ENFJs who express themselves directly; ENTJs appreciate it when ENFJs participate in discussion or share ideas with them. ENFJs tend to trust ENTJs who try to build meaningful, personal connections with them; ENFJs will feel connected to ENTJs who are considerate and compassionate.

When did he start liking you? After his overblot, when the two of you were talking in the museum. He found the way you smiled endearing, although it wasn't until much later (and numerous occasions of teasing from the tweels) that he figured out why.

How'd you two get together? It was abrupt. Floyd was in a bad mood one day and he got sick of watching Azul pine after you. Like, just grow a spine and confess already? Jeez... So, as Floyd's unpredictable self does, he grabbed Azul by the collar, dragged him across the courtyard to your side, confessed for him, and walked off grumbling, leaving behind a very, very, flustered and indignant Azul. This was not how he planned to ask you out!! His heart is absolutely pounding. Oh, by the seven, how embarrassing... Floyd is definitely gonna pay for that later. (Floyd, in fact, did not pay for that later, because you accepted. Azul almost fainted, ngl)

A song for the relationship:

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend by Hot Freaks.

Other options: Lilia and Cater.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland matchups #twst matchup #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader

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source-of-support · 9 months ago

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When in Hell, turn the other cheek and Love thy Neighbor.

As far as philosophies go, being in hell doesn't preclude showing love for the least of these. Nor for those who call themselves enemies. It sounds comforting to me when I see that I have access to power along with the assurance that I can show love to those I know deserve it, (Everyone? Every being?), and somehow receive love back despite my flaws and shortcomings. It's quite liberating to know that in giving love I can receive love. Giving Love is a mirror-ed act when one realizes "I too am worthy of this gift." It has nothing to do with a myth as heaven or hell or salvation. Giving Love no matter what is a sentiment that has potency of a sort that coexists with and dupes the senses when it is shared as an experience during a moment imbued with meaning. Perhaps the Buddha is right, or Christ was right. This feeling of meaning is the presence of mythical beings and happenings. What a myth allows a person to perceive is the ground of their being as a pretend that is not pretend. A contradiction of the sort that formalizes to A is not A. A losing of oneself in the actions of the story. We see what people are unable to do with Christianity. it has died as a story in many people's vocabulary of mythic action because of this A being not not-A.

It is liberating to show love. And with this palpable and present energy clinging to the act of giving love, such a vital symbol needs a guide for it to be put into its proper orbit or course where it can coexist with other energies. Energy can be seen coursing chaotically during a manic break or a revivified outlook on a dry and dying inward landscape. Having a mode of experience to orient one's energies is important to give life back to a landscape such as ours. Am I saying Love represents the highest good? The myths on our bookshelves show Love is a good. Christianity may be that for some. Others I will not speak for. And that Love can be maddeningly misunderstood in its implications and conveyance to another when improperly applied to the situation one wishes to express it in, making one fervently wish for a coat rack to hang the day up on and to rest inside the love that is easily understood. Leaving one with a desire for the energies inside to swell no more but to rest.

If an energy, as Love, takes the form of a guide - as the Buddha or Christ - I would say that understanding that guide is an enterprise worth undertaking. What follows is that enterprise through the lens of Jungian symbolism. Love, in this view, is an end in itself. A symbol among many others whose ends are themselves, whose movement is never ending and whose essence is of symbolic action and not stillness and idleness in resting on the laurels of the previous day's festivity of life. In the body of the human whose love it is - whose energy it is - Love is a symbol whose embodiment in reality, and whose symbolism, is thoroughly a verb and almost never a noun. To begin with the ordinary world, language relates experiences, shows intent, prescribes behaviors, and outlines understanding, etc. This is what I would guess at as the definition that I assume many would call language as such. When, however, language of a different sort, a Jungian sort, talks of Vitality and Life-fulfillment, it becomes a language whose precepts speak without a comprehension of logic as we understand it --- a thing is said to be identical with itself, A is not not-A ---- a language of dreams or myths, however, speaks of A being not-A while being A as well.

This is a language whose understanding is predicated on a formalism based on the character and environment of the person's own experiences, the clothier so to say. A language as a vehicle for, and also a symbol of, the binding of the body's energy to a universally accessible Jungian Collective Unconscious indicates a vocabulary that is wholly symbolic. The language consists of mythic figures as possessors of the body's energy; a vocabulary of action whose efforts are to be reflected on; a syntax of timelessness whose clothing is the proper mode of enacting the entire ordeal; and a message of purpose to restore to the proper place and ownership those energies the symbols and actions the mythic figures speak to indicate they should go back to. I just wanted to tell my friend that even in dark and hellish places there reside those who have seen and prepared for those times. Like Carl Jung, whose efforts resonated enough in me for me to relay them here, though I am a rather poor guide, having an incomplete understanding of the material, but possessing enough vitality from the material to attempt to explain this vivifying concept in what I sense to be a grim atmosphere.

#Jungian Symbolism #Love #Dreams #Myth

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hiya, it's your DCMK gift giver! has it really been over a week?? sorry for not messaging you before then--- but! Your gift should be coming out sometime on February 11th :D Although, I'm not sure what time zone you're in, so give or take depending on when I've posted it that day?? Either way, it's coming your way! No way to stop it! I'm really grateful for the patience you've given me, thank you! ^_^

I'm glad your interview was good, and that your job is enjoyable! It's always such a relief when that happens, huh? But gosh, I'm glad no one was hurt when your car was destroyed too! I hope the damage hasn't caused too much trouble for you guys?

Things have definitely settled down further for me--- it feels like things always happen during the holidays! But I guess they're just more memorable because they happen during that time of year? Either way, February will hopefully be great!

gahhh the elementary squad and our two shrunken adults make me so emotionalll

And oooo! I remember seeing posts about your reread a semi-while ago! I love watching old episodes and stuff, but I admittedly haven't reread the actual old chapters in a while! How has it been? Noticed anything that's been drastically changed compared to current chapters?

as for my fic preferences, honestly i'm pretty open to anything if it's good, but fic about the early-ish game (ran, kogoro, conan, detective boys & Haibara, takagi, etc) cast is usually the ones i like and understand the best ^_^ Identity reveals is one of your favored tropes, right? How do you imagine that would like. Actually Play out in the series?? Or how you would like it to play out?

And soulmate AUs too! What do you think you like about that universe? DCMK has such surprisingly good soulmate AUs--- it's probably one of the only fandoms where I see a good chunk of platonic soulmates, which is always nice

SHOW ME ALL THE PICTURES OF YOUR DOGS I WILL NEVER COMPLAIN (if A Dog Looked At Me and asked for something I would Simply Do It) how long have you had her??

and oohhhhhh those old manga sites ey? That's so cool! I know it was like a long time ago, so no pressure to remember, but would you say there was anything different about the story/characters in Hungarian as opposed to English? I remember reading a couple of books whose characters have like, a *completely* different vibe in their original language compared to English

first fandom experience is all indeed a treasure-- i was always a lurker in my early days, but it is so nostalgic, isn't it? and hahaha totally not obsessed at all for me too *sweats and laughs as well*

it does feel like coming home :,)

for moi? how I got into detective conan? Goshhh it's weird because i have a very specific memory when I was younger of watching the rollercoaster episode in the english dub (censored blood and everything) at 2 AM on adult swim or something? And I was like, INTO the episode and the episodes following it so much, but then I never found it again! And then like, years later, I find the NEW episodes and start watching it, and then realize that's where that very specific memory came from! It was hard to find the old episodes at that time, but I searched high and low of the internet for them, eventually found them, and got into it! And, well... here we are too!

Oh! I feel like I should have a new question with every ask, so lemme ask another. You said Conan's usually your main focus (and honestly, probably with me too, he's the fandom's special lil guy), right? If you like making headcanons, do you have any personal headcanons for him?

I feel like I ask quite a few questions in these asks, haha, so don't be obliged to answer all of them~!

I love hearing your thoughts too, so I hope we talk again too! Sorry again for the wait, even if you said no pressure. Anywho, I hope you have a relaxing day ahead of you ^_^

HELLO THERE DARLING, I'M HAPPY TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!

And thank you for letting me know!!! I'm currently GMT+1, and I will definitely keep my eyes peeled on that day. *vibrates excitedly*

Either way, it's coming your way! No way to stop it!

I also love how this sounds so positively ominous! *laughs*

And gosh, truly no problem! It's the least I could do! Thank YOU for your willingness to be my gifter and all your effort!

And it's certainly nice, having a job that doesn't stresses me out 24/7, and allows me to breathe. And one that I find joy in, so far. It really makes a difference.

And thank you, we are glad that no one got hurt. As for the car... *cringes* Let's say that we have some new expenses to think about. We'll... manage something.

Holidays are always super busy for us, and yeah, usually life has a way of striking around holidays for sure sdjfnfkjsg- (Partly why I decided to join this exchange: not happening in the holiday season, which means less stress and more time to have fun!)

I'm happy to hear things settled down a bit for you! May your February be great and blessed! <3

THE ELEMENTARY SQUAD AND OUR DEAR FAKE CHILDREN ARE GOOD AT THAT. I especially love how the friendship affects both sides: so much inspiration there, gosh.

Still doing the reread, yup! (Currently in the middle of the Okino Yoko case.) Going slowly thanks to me wanting to do way too many things at once and life being life and throwing unexpected responsibilities my way which I need to attend to.

Nothing truly new so far. Though, my opinion has been the same for a while on Olde VS New chapters. Cases used to feel more genuine, and had different vibes. They felt more organic in a way. New stuff is just... well, let's say I generally don't have a flattering opinion on new content. I tend to like little scenes or interactions, rather than the whole cases now. Somehow older cases feel like... even if they didn't advance the plot, they felt like there was a purpose to them, other than just stalling for time. Newer non-plot related cases feel a bit... empty? Transparent? I'm not sure what is the right word to describe it. (Perhaps the best way to put it that the heart/passion/love is missing from them?)

I personally tend to go back to older chapters a lot: there is just so much charm to them, and they bring me so much comfort. (Same with rewatching.)

But as I'm also rewatching the anime (oh dear) it's interesting to see the differences between the anime and manga. Earlier anime tends to deviate from manga in some cases (like adding the Detective Boys to the mix from episode 1, or changing some of the plot for certain cases), while in the middle-ground the anime includes extra scenes (which are not in the manga). Also one can observe how earlier episodes have a faster pace to fit 1 case into 1 episode (and thus cutting certain manga scenes), while later on they make episodes slower paced... But I'm realizing that I'm rambling again. *coughs* Moving on.

*taps chin* Given that information, I have a couple fics in mind. *nods* I need a bit of time to gather the fics I want to rec you, so I'll be getting back to this!

THIS ALSO REMINDS ME!!! THAT I HAVE READ AND CAUGHT UP TO THE MOST RECENT UPDATE IN FORGED! Gosh this fic, bless you for reccing it, I absolutely ADORE IT: the way the author took both stories and merged them in such an organic way, keeping the charm of both... Such great execution, and I'm in love with the character interactions in this, truly, thank you, I can safely say that this fic now made it onto my Eternal Favourites list.

And gosh, yes, I'm generally weak for the identity reveal trope ( and not just in DetCo, but others too, like Miraculous Ladybug or Danny Phantom).

And... I have very different answers for How It Would Actually Play Out and How I would Like It To Play Out.

A very short summary (sorry, had a long day and my battery is low, brain is slow) of how I imagine it would go in Gosho-Canon: Shinichi only tells Ran he was Conan (not the full extent of all, I think, just parts of it) only after the BO is down, Ran forgives him without much issue, and a most general happy ending. Marry, kids, and the like, or being back to the old everydays (but now dating). Kazuha might be told too, but I sort of think Gosho would gloss over that detail. I'm not sure how the Detective Boys would fair in this situation, I sort of feel their situation might be glossed over too.

As for how I would like it to play out: at this point in time Ran (and I want to think Kogorou too!) would have already figured the Shinichi=Conan thing out and stuck with that belief (HELLO, SUSPICION ARCS? ALSO OCCHAN IS A DETECTIVE AND EX-POLICE OFFICER?) OR Shinichi would have already told Ran (HELLO DESPERATE REVIVAL ARC? ALSO THE VERY FIRST NIGHT OF CONAN'S EXISTENCE?). And I want to think Kazuha would be in the know too, at this point. (Either told or figured it out herself.)

But if you mean without alterations to the current canon: I think Shinichi would finally tell Ran about PART of the situation (perhaps in a rush bc of danger or after BO take down) be it as Conan or Shinichi. I believe Ran would need a lot of time to think on this (all those lies, the gaslighting [I don't use the word lightly, I really think it applies here], the breach of trust), but I think she, being the kind, gentle yet strong soul she is, would forgive Shinichi. Shinichi would need to work hard to regain Ran's trust, but I think in the long run, they would work it out, since they are very important to each other (as I ramble about it in this particular Relationship Bingo ask, ShinRan is the ultimate example of the soulmate trope to me). Compared to how I imagine Gosho-Canon, this would take a lot more time. And this would also include telling the kids about the situation, and Occhan, and Kazuha too, and some of Shinichi's other allies too. (All the bonds and connections he made as Conan, gosh, GOSH, so many, I refuse, REFUSE to believe Shinichi would just let these bonds go. LIKE ONE TAKAGI WATARU!!!!)

Now I'm curious how you would see this go down, so I would like to throw back the question at you: how would you imagine (be it altered or not-altered from canon) the reveal play out?

I think what I love about the soulmate trope... is the potential. I love seeing various interpretations of the trope, be it romantic or platonic. How the concept of soulmates are treated in universe (is it common? is it rare? is it special? also what is the view on soulmates?) and by the characters themselves (do they see it as determinism? do they want to ignore it? are they fond of the concept? or even obsessed with finding their soulmate?), and what the people involved in the soulmate bond make of that connection.

And yes, there are so many good platonic soulmate fics in DCMK fandom! (I go on the hunt regularly so I know, haha.)

More Rosie Pics Incoming: LOOK AT MY TINY BABY GIRL.

(And gosh, same, I Adore Dogs so much, SUCH DARLINGS THEY ARE and I'm weak-) And I've had her since she was a tiny fluffball -

(God she used to be SO TINY. Well... Tinier.) - when we brought her home on one memorable May 1st, 10 (!!!!) years ago.

It was a pretty cool site for sure, and something very unique at the time (for Hungary at least). As for what was memorable and different... I guess some names and Heiji's accent! The fan-translator at the time tried to localize them.

It's not the manga, but since we have the first 2 seasons and the first movie of DetCo dubbed in Hungarian... Shinichi/Conan has more of a cheeky vibe to him, than in the original Japanese. And there are some really hilarious (in a good way) words and phrases he uses. So Much Attitude In Such A Small Body.

Very nostalgic indeed. :3

And I love how you have that very specific memory, especially of the first episode! *laughs* It is certainly a case that leaves an impression (high velocity decapitation kjdfnkjgnkd). Your story also reminds me of my first anime experience a bit. :')

And gosh, he is really the fandom's special lil guy for real (and I love that). And I sure do (and I adore headcanons)! But it's also late, and I have an early day tomorrow too, thus no headcanons today. Though, I will definitely include some headcanons about Shinichi/Conan together with my fic recs for you! -> EDIT: HERE IS THE POST WITH SOME RECS AND HEADCANONS!!!

Dear. Darling. Please. I LOVE QUESTIONS. I just tend to ramble too much, so it takes me time to answer (and of [free] time, I have a much smaller amount than I'd like), and I'm also easily distracted which doesn't help. So, ask as much as you'd like, and I'll try to answer as soon as I can manage!

Now a question for you: do you have a favourite case? If so, which one(s) and why?

Thank you for chatting with me (and also indulging me), and I'm very excited at the prospect of talking with you again soon! And no worries, as I said, no pressure and I meant it! <3

And *laughs* not much relaxing today, but I think I will have a good sleep if nothing else. :'D And perhaps I can catch a bit of relaxing tomorrow afternoon (hopefully)!

Whatever time it may be for you, I hope you are enjoying yourself, dearie!

#asks #anon #rosie #dcmk exchange #sorry my day turned out busier than i hoped in the end #even after getting home i had other things to take care of so only managed to sit down to my laptop around 7 PM or so #and got other things to take care of that disturbed replying time #also gosh i'm sorry for writing a big wall of an answer again kfgjndfkgj happy reading i guess?

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diilchasp · 2 years ago

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The perspective of “Asylum” is one of reversal—the speaker is lying on an examination table in what we would consider a passive position, yet the agency of the scene is all theirs. The situation evokes Jean-Paul Sartre’s famous line “Freedom is what you do after what’s been done to you.” The speaker chooses to acknowledge “the instruments that tell me / what I am made of” and to love them and to document that love.

Valuing’s epigraph is borrowed from the twentieth-century philosopher and theologian Simone Weil. Appearing a page-turn before “Asylum,” the epigraph reads:

Everything without exception which is of value in me comes from somewhere other than myself, not as a gift but as a loan which must be ceaselessly renewed.

Weil, whose writing mines the intersections of mysticism, physics, and ethics, is a fitting spirit to have preside over the poems in Valuing, which hinge on claims of linguistic logic, and yet, whose conceptual touchstones of mystery and love transcend what we commonly think of as logical or rational. It is the patient on the table in “Asylum” that offers Kondrich’s reader the purest instance of intention and will:

I choose to value. I choose to love as asylum from that which presses me to hate. This body, which is not a body. This representation, which is all there is. I have a choice in the matter. To touch you, I choose my hands.

Who is this I of this poem, and where does their choice and conviction to love come from? It is a question of both content and form. In her new lecture-essay collection Animal(Wave Books, 2019), the poet Dorothea Lasky introduces the critical term “the metaphysical I.” Lasky writes:

The best gift that a poet can give is to allow their I to be its own cool animal. . . . The metaphysical I is not a new idea really, just maybe a new term. I define this I as a wild, lyric I, one that has no center and has no way to predict where it will go. An Ithat is a shapeshifter. A persona that uses unexpected language and imagery, that is inconsistent, frightening, funny, and beyond the idea of a singular self.

Lasky’s metaphysical I reverberates in the poetry of Kondrich’s Valuing: in the narrative generosity of the collection’s multiplicitous I and its shifting (and seriously playful) grammar, and in Weil’s epigraph and the reminder of the self’s many loans “which must be ceaselessly renewed.” There’s something intrinsically generative (sharing the Latin root genus, with generous) about the metaphysical I too. As Lasky asserts, “I want to not just recreate this world through poetry. I want a never-ending, generative universe that poetry can help create.” In the generous, powerful words of Kondrich’s speaker in “Asylum,” “I choose to value.”

Valuing attends deeply to language play, and in the collection’s poems, signifier and signified are ever-complicated by that which poetry does best: metaphor—a kind of higher-valuing. The reader can imagine a building or a physical place called an “asylum,” but the poem also signals a metaphorical haven, folded into an act of self-preservation (“I choose to love / as asylum”).

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CHRISTOPHER KONDRICH: One of the earliest influences on these poems is Allen Grossman, who, in the essay “Hard Problems in Poetry, Especially Valuing,” writes that “[t]he action of loving expresses the intention to value anything. So I must in order to think about valuing think about love.” Say what you will about the loftiness and opacity of Grossman’s various philosophies, but I find much of it really moving, and the notion of loving, appreciating, cherishing, and stewarding something or someone as intrinsic to writing poems struck a chord with me. It still does. I want to send as much love as I can into the world while I’m alive. I want to be a good person, but how do I sustain this while also navigating the complex systems of violence, oppression, inequality, and environmental degradation I am complicit in — whether I like it or not, whether I’m aware of it or not — as a citizen of this country. Or, as I write in “Black Paintings,” which meditates on and spirals out from Goya’s infamous works: “person, what are you but your ration for today / of things happening without your knowledge, in your name?”

Being a loving or good person, though, isn’t something you suddenly are one day and never have to do anything about ever again. Nor is it, given the many avenues of hate and neglect and damage our social and political systems present us with on a daily basis, something you can just stumble into, hoping for the best. It requires “the volitional autonomy of the person,” as Grossman writes in that same essay, or at least the illusion (or is it delusion) that such “volitional autonomy” exists.

Christopher Kondrich, “Asylum”

#poetry #asylum #despite despite despite

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emergentrelationshipcenter · 2 years ago

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Love Languages

Have you ever felt like you and your partner don’t express love in the same way? Would you prefer if your partner paid you more compliments or brought you flowers instead of doing the dishes — or vice versa? If so, you and your partner may have different love languages.

How do I know? Because my wife and I speak very different languages. It starts as soon as one of us gets home. I want to talk and my spouse wants a hug. I remember when we were first dating and I found myself confused about whether this girl really liked me or not. We spent a lot of time talking, but I didn’t get any compliments or affirmation. If you haven’t guessed yet, my love language is words of affirmation. My wife’s love language is physical touch.

I want to be clear about these languages. It’s not exactly simple. There are dialects. My particular type of word dialect is that I like to be told why I am loved or how I did a good job. Some folks like to hear that they are special and others need to be told they are loved. In this blog, I give a very brief overview or summary of the love languages. Knowing these are a game changer for your relationship!

The term “love language” was first coined by Dr. Gary Chapman in The Five Love Languages. In the book, Dr. Chapman describes how he realized that the clients in his marriage counseling practice were often at odds in their relationships not because they didn’t love each other or weren’t trying, but because they expressed and experienced love for each other differently. It was as if they were speaking different languages.

Working with couples, I encourage them to discuss their own “love languages.” In fact, I speak from personal experience — I may have left my wife when we were first dating if we didn’t have this important conversation. I told her that I didn’t think she really liked me because she didn’t give me any compliments or “words of affirmation.” She said she didn’t really need that kind of thing and it didn’t occur to her. We were in the honeymoon stage so communication was easier at that point, and because she wanted to please me, she started offering compliments.

So what are the five love languages?

Words of Affirmation

Words of affirmation acknowledge effort, deeds, and accomplishments. Examples of this range from a recognition of effort, such as, “I really appreciate all your help with the clean-up” to “I’m proud you handled that situation” to words of praise like, “You look great tonight!” or “I love how that shirt brings out your eyes.” For those who respond to this love language, receiving verbal validation can be heartening.

Quality Time

Quality time is about enjoying uninterrupted time with each other. This might look like planning a date night and leaving phones turned off, or planning an activity together, such as bike riding, taking a pottery class, or working in the garden together. For those with the Quality Time love language, such occasions are invigorating.

Gifts

Does your partner light up when you bring them home their favorite treat or fresh flowers? If so, their love language might be receiving gifts. Far from being materialistic, those who respond to gifts are delighted at the thought that their loved one is thinking of them and extending the effort to acquire something tangible. Beyond just thoughtful gifts during the holidays and birthdays, surprise flowers or small tokens of affection go a long way in pleasing those whose love language is gifts.

Acts of Service

Folding laundry, loading the dishwasher, or cleaning the bathroom don’t really sound like romantic acts — but for those who appreciate acts of service, these practical ways of giving help are delightful for them. For these people, helpful acts go beyond a clean bathroom — they demonstrate collaboration and respect for time. If your partner loves acts of service, try asking them about their to-do list — you might be surprised at their joy!

Physical Affection

Some people feel most loved by the physical touch of touching. Beyond sexual activity (though this is included!), touch can also mean holding hands, a hug or kiss, or leaning on each other while relaxing on the couch. For people who take physical touch as a love language, the skin-to-skin connection is like verbally saying, “I love you.” If this is your partner’s favorite, try lingering on a goodnight kiss, or give them a long hug in the morning.

Reading this, you might be thinking, “What is my partner’s love language? What is my love language?” Once you’ve answered these important questions, you are taking the first step towards you and your partner communicating about your individual needs — and increasing the connection between the two of you!

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wisdomrays · 2 years ago

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JADHB and INJIDHAB (Attraction and the Feeling of Being Attracted Toward God)

In the language of Sufism, jadhba (attraction) means that a servant is attracted toward God by God Himself, purified thereby of human imperfection in spiritual elevation, and equipped with Divine Attributes or exalted morals as specified in the Qur'an. It also means feeling and observing clearly the manifestations of Divine Majesty and Unity. A purified soul capable of receiving such manifestations abandons itself to the tides originating from the realms beyond and, like a competent swimmer, swims in ecstasy, in deep submission to God and without fear and anxiety.

Attraction is so great a Divine favor that it cannot be obtained through ordinary means or causes. It is God Himself Who grants to His pure-hearted servant both the attraction and the ability to receive it: That is the grace of God: He bestows it on whom He wills (57:21). This bestowal includes in a single, passing moment many portions of time filled with events; gives a single step toward Him the potential to reach the gardens of Paradise; and equips a glance with the capacity to turn a piece of coal into a diamond. Great distances that seem impossible for one's own will and power to cover are covered in a moment by God's attracting, and high summits are reached by His uplifting, as stated in: A single instance of the All-Merciful's attracting equals to the nearness to God acquired through the good actions of both humanity and jinn.

Those whose spirits feel the mysteries of faith, who practice Islam and perfect goodness and devotion through God's attracting, are called "those who follow the way of Uways," for they are taught directly by God or the Prophet. In other words, they do not need a human teacher or guide. Since they feel continuously attracted toward God by God Himself, they live in incessant ecstasy and amazement at what they observe of Divine truths and manifestations.

Why should my guide be concerned with me

Unless I have the attraction of love?

Why should he be concerned with me

Unless I receive inspiration from God?

I am, by nature, so attracted to the roaring rise of the sea

That I feel as if engulfed in the bounteous gifts of God,

One's self and all other parts of creation are seen as being intoxicated with the attraction of the Holy, Attractive Being:

Those who are unaware of such degrees of spiritual elevation think the person is crazy. To express this degree of ecstasy, the following couplet of 'Abd al-'Aziz Majdi Effendi is quite meaningful:

There is a kind of madness called attraction, which is a true triumph.

By means of it madness reaches mysteries lofty and great.

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arsenic-catnep · 2 years ago

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Hello! Could you please write some headcanons for Aragorn, Faramir, Eomer and Frodo with a s/o whose love language is making them things? Like randomly making them art, poems, cooking and baking things for them and generally showing their love through making things for them? For instance, the only way I know how to flirt is by drawing people and showing it to them, and I love cooking and baking things for the people I love! Thank you so so much, happy holidays! Wishing you the best hun :)

I am so bad with Aragorn and Faramir's characterization so I apologize if it's bad 😅

Aragorn

Is very familiar with this type of love language. Elves use this type of love language often and being raised by them gave him the opportunity to get used to it and reciprocate the favor.

Absolutely adores the gifts he receives, whether it's art, writing, baked goods etc. He appreciates all of it and will thank his lover with words of affirmation or a kiss if they allow.

Very proud to show off what they made to everyone he can. Boasting about his beloved's skills and kindness.

Faramir

He's so appreciative of the gifts he receives. Always surprised when he gets them, but thankful nonetheless.

He will treasure his gifts and be very protective over them, they have a special place in his room.

No one is allowed to touch them, and if they ask where the gifts are from he will get a bit flustered and tell the person it's none of their business.

Eomer

He can't help but smile when he receives the homemade gifts. He knows how much time and effort goes into things like this and is very thankful.

Has a habit of returning the favor by making gifts of his own, particularly carved wooden figures or even just a bouquet of wildflowers he had picked.

Eomer holds each and every one of the gifts in high regard and proudly displays them around his home.

Frodo

Frodo has received gifts like this his whole life, though it's different when they come from his lover.

He's more appreciative, and it gives him butterflies in his tummy when he receives them. He keeps their gifts in his room, in small trunk under his bed.

He treasures these gifts and would hate to have them broken, or ruined in some way so he keeps them safe. Pulling out the gifts before bed sometimes and smiles as the familiar butterflies come back.

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sphnyspinspin · 2 years ago

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Hey guys, I kind of have an idea that’s just been wracking around in my brain.

We are all familiar with these terms in Transformers, correct? (Let me know if I missed any)

Conjux Endura: A transformers significant other, an individual that they deeply love.

Amica Endura: A transformer’s long-term best friend.

Okay. Now imagine there being a third NEW Endura. Like-canonically.That I feel like would be super cool. Especially with the new found-family tropes going on with the more light-hearted transformers shows. *gestures towards Rescue Bots, Rescue Bots Academy, and Earthspark*

Let me gather my thoughts for second. Okay, these terms are most definitely Latin decent(but let’s pretend they are not at all related to earth or something for intriguing purposes), with Endura meaning to last, to carry out, and endure. Conjux referring to a spouse, a mate, a consort, literally just romantic marriage. Amica means a beloved friend, a best friend.

Considering that the transformers species are immortal, these pacts are way more important and special than just regular confessions of love and friendship.

If you’ve been in the transformers fandom for a very long time, well, compared to me, whose been in the fandom for-less than a year, any of you who are reading this post and have part of this fandom for more that five months is way longer than my time spent here. A-Anyways, I’ve seen lots of rants and discussions over how-OMG they are such a good father figure-or mother figure-or parental/mentor figure to this character in transformers. And trust me when I say this, I AM ALL FOR IT.

So hear me out….

Filial Endura

Filial Endura: A transformers adopted offspring.

Filial is of or due to a son or daughter, or any gender in this case.

THINK ABOUT IT. Just imagine there being a NEW form of Endura within the transformers universe. A new way of raising the new generation through teaching them YOUR own experiences. Not to mention you’ll literally be bonded to them so it just ups the amount of care and patience you’ll have to put into them, as a parent figure.

AND THATS NOT EVEN THE BEST PART! Imagine how wholesome the Filial Ritus could be! It would definitely be similar to how a parent tries to connect with their child, and like most parent-offspring relationships, this ritus can’t be complete within a day.

What separates the Filial Endura from the other two, is that it takes time to grow, as the child (in a familial sense) grows up (in a mature and age sense) with their new and old surroundings with the parent. There will absolutely be more ups and downs, they’ll get into arguments, they probably won’t agree on everything that is important to the other, and they will most likely not be the same person that performed the first act long ago. The parent and the child will be different people by the end when the ritus is complete. The whole point of this new endura is that they can love each other unconditionally, to help each other grow into good people, especially help the child grow into a good person, or even the child helping the parent grow into a better person. What matters is that they’ll love each other no matter what.

Each act will be long-term, meaning that it doesn’t just stop after one step at a time, you have to keep on doing it, as long as the other is growing.

Acts of devotion: devoting one’s time to each other, so the other may feel like they’re in a safe space to express themselves freely.

Acts of responsibility: for everything one teaches the child, one must be responsible for how they are taught to perceive the world.

Acts of affection: they show their love through different ways, depending on how different their love language is (ex: gift giving, hugging, playtime, or just talking to each other)

Acts of discipline: no matter how much you love each other, each of them can make mistakes and need to be disciplined as a lesson and a punishment; it also matters how and why they are being disciplined as to build trust in the future.

I hope this makes sense. Please let me know if there is anything I could change to make this make more sense. The four steps were completely made at the top of my head, I hope they can convey they right amount of the complicated aspects of parent within less than five sentences.

#I know this post is very random but this idea has swimming around in my head for a long time #I genuinely want to discuss idea with other people #transformers #earthspark #rescue bots academy #rescue bots #maccadams #maccadam #tfe #tfrb #tfrba

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oftenderweapons · 3 years ago

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Attention! | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 4.7k

Genre: smut, pwp, fluff

Rating: 18+, minors, do not interact

Synopsis: Vixen can’t help but feel grateful about her boyfriend (fiance!) being extremely attentive, and caring, and affectionate. Praised and cuddled, she’s ready to give back just as much attention as she received.

Trigger warnings: ooh. Swearing, DDLG dynamics (daddy kink), oral sex (man receiving), uhm… foot fetish (foot humping, i think it’s called that, yeah…) man receiving, masturbation (male and female), unprotected sex (as usual, don’t do this unless you and your partner(s) are tested and clean). Praise kink. Cum eating.

A/N: thanking @joheunsaram for being amazing (and also being my beta) AND APOLOGISING TO MY READERS (i know, you’re all waiting for Jk’s update and THERE WILL BE ONE! 💜💜💜 As soon as I figure out what you can or cannot do on a s3x swing heyyyy)

Link to masterlist | Link for asks

Enjoy 💜✨

“Hello, I'd like to speak to the manager,” you said through a pout as you entered the living room.

Namjoon, sitting on the sofa, arched an eyebrow, looking at you with wide, brown eyes. “Uhm, what?”

You blinked. “I said I'd like to speak to the manager.”

“Which manager? Why? What happened? Did—”

“I would like to file a complaint,” you stated bitterly.

Namjoon exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair. “The sink? The kitchen? I don't know, the neighbours?” Namjoon knew you could be a bit overbearing every now and then. He also knew it was mostly connected to your traumatic childhood, that's why he usually tried to talk it out with you. “Is there any way I can help you?”

“I want to file a complaint. It has come to my attention that I have been neglected for over eight hours and this feels heart shattering and disrespectful.”

Namjoon blinked, thought about the last time he had cuddled you. It was around ten pm, and he remembered—

Was that even the point? You felt neglected, and he didn't need to check if it had actually been eight hours.

You needed him.

“I'm sorry, babylove.” He opened his arms. “Come.”

Your lower lip jutted out, eyes wide. “Really?”

He smiled. “Don't make me tell you twice.”

You felt heat creep to your cheeks. “Thank you,” you cooed as you sat on his thigh and wrapped your arms around his neck, his own arms enveloping you in a safe embrace. His hand skimmed yout side in a way that made you shiver.

“Are you cold?” he asked, a bit surprised. He wondered how long it would take for you to fall asleep. He hoped not too long — he liked watching you sleep in his arms.

“It just feels good when you touch me like that,” you admitted, snuggling your nose against the collar of his sweater.

Namjoon felt you tense. “What is it, fox?” He loved your body language. You were so easy to understand, all he needed to do was feel you. And then ask.

“Am I too needy?”

He chuckled and secured his grip on you. “You're an affectionate person whose love language is physical touch.” He caressed your head lovingly, trying to reassure you. “There's nothing wrong with asking me to speak your love language.”

“But I'm clingy.”

“You're extremely loving.” He kept patting your back soothingly. “It's your talent. Your gift.” He noticed you were moved by his words. “Nobody listened to your love language in so long, but now it's like you're singing.” He dried the tear running down your cheek. “And I'm so honoured to be the one to listen.”

You hid your face into his chest, Namjoon laughing at your shyness. “What is it, babygirl? Are you shy?”

You nodded and nuzzled further into him. “I love you so much,” you said, muffled by his sweater.

“I know,” he breathed out, softly.

“You're so understanding. You make me feel so loved and special.” You twisted around to straddle his lap, and he placed a hand on your butt, nothing sexual about it.

“You are special,” he confirmed, the affirmation so strong you had no words to reply.

“And you listen. I'm always so… So surprised when people listen to me.”

Namjoon cupped your face. “I will always listen to you, my love.”

“I feel like you understand me and I am so thankful for it.” You kissed his chin. “It turns me on.” His neck. “So much.”

Namjoon emitted a low chuckle. “I don't want you to have sex with me because you think you should repay me for giving you affection.”

“I'm not repaying you. I want you, and being reminded of how much you love me makes me want you more.” You mouthed at his jaw. “I'm turned on by reliable, responsible, caring people.”

He hummed. “Fatherly figures?”

You nodded and hummed affirmatively.

“You love being daddy’s little princess…” he teased, his hands roaming freely all over your body.

“I am. I'm your little fox.”

He squeezed you to his body. “You're my little Vixen. My babylove. My responsibility.”

You only felt relief when his lips connected with yours, when his fingers searched for your digits and found them, locking your hands together.

Namjoon felt the burn, that comfortable, familiar burn of being kissed by the person who loves him like no one else. He knew his hope hadn’t been foolish right there — for years he had held on to a romantic’s fever dream, and having you in his arms suddenly answered the question of why he’d never stopped believing.

You were making love to him with your and his clothes still on, with your souls bare and intertwining, penetrating each other like two oceans meeting at some non-existent border.

There were no borders with you. There had never been, and he had never felt the need for them. Of course there were currents — you pushing, him pulling, and vice versa, there were moments where you needed alone time… It was part of being together healthily.

But when your bodies flowed together, it was like waves; there was no need to think because it was all he had ever known. It was like the universe had taught him how to be yours before you even appeared into his life.

Call it fate…

“I want you in my mouth,” you whispered in his ear once he broke the kiss to let you breathe.

“I love you, but no.”

“But I want it?!”

He grabbed your face and made you look into his eyes. You shrunk underneath their fierce, inquisitorial gaze. “Do you want me in your mouth or do you actually want to please me and obtain praise in return?”

“I want to thank you. To make you feel as good as you make me feel when you talk to me like that.” You shifted a little, kissed his chest.

“I want it. I just want to make sure you want it too, for the right reasons.” He stared in your eyes as you placed your lips slightly lower, to his sternum. “Usually you do this because you feel guilty.”

You looked up at him in the way that always made him lose his mind. “I'm doing this because I wanna make love to you.” This time you stretched your leg back so that your foot touched the floor. “Because I want you to feel appreciated. I want to reward you, somehow.” Before he could set his thoughts straight, he found you on the floor, kneeling between his legs. “I can stop, you know. If I make you feel uncomfortable.”

He placed his hand on your head, caressing it tenderly. “I know you appreciate me, okay?” His voice was so gentle, his eyes so kind.

You nodded.

“You want this because you love me?”

You nodded again, enthusiastically.

“Because you like doing this?” He had been digging there for months. He didn't care about the scarcity of blowjobs in your relationship. He cared about your enthusiastic involvement in anything sexual you did together.

“I like your reaction to it,” you murmured. Were you forcing him?

You were starting to hesitate. Maybe he didn't like it when you—

He leaned to your face. “We can do this. But this stops as soon as you're not happy with it. I want this to be about yourself, okay, Vixen? For yourself.”

You were such a doll to him. A sweetheart. And when you nodded at him with your wide, innocent eyes, your full lips slightly jutted out just to look rounder, softer to him, to tempt him even more, he wanted nothing more than hold you in his lap and feel your crotch rub against him until you would make that silky whimper that always preceded your undoing.

But now it wasn't the time for feeling you warm and relaxed in his arms.

It was time for your nails to drag against his skin as you lifted the hem of his sweater, kissing his abdomen, nipping at it with the edge of your teeth, nosing at his skin.

Once you had made room for yourself there, you scratched your way up his thighs, feeling his smooth skin emerge from his shorts.

Logical thought flew out of the window the moment you felt his dick stir under the fabric, against your chest and neck.

His breathing was heavier now.

“Do you want me to take it out or take my shorts off?” He asked, his index finger crooked under your chin, tipping your face up for him to see.

You hummed and kissed his skin again. “Please.”

He chuckled and petted your hair with one hand, the other one slipping into his waistband. “Hungry, hmmmh?”

You shook your head yes with little nods, giving him enough room to manoeuvre himself. You waited for him with your mouth open, your eyes lowered.

“Look at me,” he rumbled.

Your gaze locked with his.

And then you felt him in your mouth. He placed his tip just past your teeth.

“Suck it, my love.”

You closed your lips and started working his glans with your tongue and cheeks, his moan outright sinful.

You tried to grab the shaft, to squeeze it, but his hand was stopping you.

He fondled your cheek with the flat of his thumb. “I'll take care of it, babygirl.”

You moaned at the petname, taking one more inch in your mouth, squeezing your eyes tight.

The girth was impressive.

He hissed, his knee jerking up before he managed to control it. “Easy, fox.”

You released him, your eyes focusing on his sex, then you lolled your tongue out licking all the skin that wasn't covered by his hand.

And there was his frenulum. Right…

“Oh fuck, there. Yes, baby. Right there.”

His free hand went oh-so-tenderly to your head, caressing it lovingly. No pressure, no pushing, no pulling — just giving exactly how much he was receiving.

“So sweet,” he whimpered, his glutes flexing as he adjusted his stance.

Your nails scraped his abs gently, making him purr before he moved his leg again, until he found something that he liked.

That he really, really liked.

Somehow he had bent his knee to get more comfortable and his foot ended up between your parted knees. He felt his thighs tremble with the tension. He knew he was harder than marble. A few more minutes with your mouth on him and he would crumble. “Vixen, hold on a minute, babylove.”

You blinked and stopped your lewd licking. “What is it?” you asked, oblivious.

He laid the sole of his foot against your thigh. He dragged it up, against your leggings, until he reached the juncture of your hip. “I was thinking…” he let his foot crawl to the inside of your upper thigh, where the skin was so sensitive, flames within kindled by his touch.

You shifted your hips just barely, silently giving him permission to touch you there.

“Rub yourself on me?” he suggested, trying to let you get comfortable. He was worried about his knee cap hitting your sternum, about you being uncomfortable, but you managed to snake around him until the bridge of his foot was slotted against your crotch.

You huffed out a tense breath — which hit his wet flesh oh-so-deliciously. And then you gave a tentative thrust, the hardness of his foot relieving you through the thick cotton of his sock and the thin fabric of your leggings.

Next, your tongue was on him again your body angled to the side so you could both feel him against your clit and keep pleasuring him with your mouth.

“That's a good girl,” he said with a sinful smirk on his face. “You're excellent, little fox. So fine.”

You loved whenever he showered you in compliments, feeding your bottomless appetite for praise. You especially loved him when he did that without even thinking about it, completely blissed out, unaware of how much love and pride transpired through his unconscious rambling.

“You love it, don't you? Feels so good rubbing all over daddy?”

You simply hummed in agreement, your mouth busy worshipping him.

He was strong enough to place his palm to your cheek, his fingers digging into your hair and pulling you away. “I said, does it feel good to rub yourself all over daddy?”

You nodded again, humming as you curled your hips, feeling his bone against your clit.

“Use your words, babylove,” he pressured you.

“I love it.”

“You love what?”

You used your hands to anchor yourself to his thighs, needing to get more. “I love rubbing myself all over you, daddy.”

He smirked. “That's right.”

He pushed a lock of hair out of your face before gently pulling you closer.

As a reply, you hugged his calf and stabilised it as you started moving against him more eagerly.

“Does my foot feel good?” he taunted.

“You always feel good,” you confirmed.

“I'm asking you if you like that, specifically,” he clarified.

You lifted yourself to your knees, looking at him eloquently as you teased your fingertips against the waistband of your leggings, of your panties.

You slipped your hand in, dragged two fingers against your sodden folds, emitting a little whine as you felt them against your sensitive skin.

Namjoon was eating you alive with those dragon eyes of his, so hungry for you.

And you fed him.

You extracted your fingers carefully, then stretched your arm towards him, spreading your arousal all over his lips, his mouth opening so you could feed him the salty taste of you.

“What do you think, am I liking this enough?”

When he tried to speak, you pushed your fingers against his tongue, keeping him in check.

As a reply, he pressed his foot against your folds, causing you to whimper and lose control.

His dick was pulsating and leaking at this point. You were the most innocent and sinful person he had ever seen and any form of self control at that point was ridiculous.

“It takes so little to get you wet,” he said after he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from his mouth.

“When I'm with you, yes. Always.” You weren't shy when you looked at him. You were a woman.

And it felt so empowering that he didn't shy away from you, that he never consider it a competition, but rather a celebration of everything that made him so enamoured of you.

“Finish me with your hands. It can't be comfortable to grind on me while bent and twisted like that.” He resumed touching your crotch, trying to get your thoughts hazy enough for you not to get too argumentative.

He just wanted you to focus on your pleasure, and he didn't want to worry about hitting your chest with his knee — the kind of worry that wouldn't let him enjoy your mouth on his sex, which would make it impossible for him to cum, which would get you frustrated and upset and insecure.

“Can you finish in my mouth though?” you asked, almost distractedly as your hips picked up a certain pace, your weight heavier on Namjoon's foot as you searched for the right friction, the right pressure.

“I'll tell you when I'm close,” he confirmed.

His hand, joint with yours, went to his lap, where he was so hard and hot it was impossible for you not to think about dropping the foreplay and just ride him the way he loves.

He cleared his throat before he tried to speak. “Clench your legs together. I can—”

“Oh, fuck, yes, there!” You cut him off, your position adjusted just the way he was thinking of, your calves supporting his heel in a way that stabilised his whole foot, making it easier to control stimulation.

He was almost too enraptured by the look on your face to remind you. Almost. “Language, little fox,” he chastised before cursing too, your thumb teasing all those nerve endings on the tip of his sex, right around the slit.

“Language, Joonie bear,” you quipped back.

Were you challenging him? “Fox,” he warned you, and at the tone of his voice, you opened your eyes. His expression was dead serious, his jaw clenched, his eyebrow arched. “Do you need a reminder?”

The hesitant look on your face had Namjoon recalculating his plans. “Help me understand you, little fox,” he spoke gently before caressing your face.

“Reminders are kind of draining,” you admitted, knowing how the rough treatment had both a physical and mental toll on both of you, especially Namjoon. He always needed thorough aftercare after them. It was not an issue to you, but at the same time… “And at the same time I don't think I can cum like this. Sorry,” you admitted sheepishly.

“No need to apologise, babe.” His voice was velvety and warm, so reassuring.

“It's that you really seemed into it?”

He smiled and shrugged. “I'm into everything that gets you hot like that.”

He watched your expression sweeten. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for being this open with me, babylove.” He wore a flirty smirk. “Now lose your sweats and panties for me.”

Your smile went from fond to feral. You slowly managed to get on your feet, his hand helping you as he supported your hand, your waist, your hip.

You turned around, with your back to him and slowly swayed your hips as you lowered your leggings and underwear all at once, your giggles so juvenile and careless that Namjoon couldn't help but be reminded how lucky he was to have you in his life. You were like candy floss to him. You kept him sweet and young and light.

As soon as you were naked, he grabbed both your hips and pushed you onto his lap. “There we go, naughty little fox.”

Once more you laughed, your head thrown back, onto his shoulder, his lips immediately connecting with your throat.

You parted your legs just enough to reach between his thighs, grabbing his shaft and tucking it between the softness of your thighs, against the hot slickness of your vulva.

He exhaled before taking in the scent of your skin, moist with how hot your body was.

“Let me inside, baby,” he cooed. “I'll be so good to you,” he added in his most seductive — and persuasive — tone.

Before he could ask again, you had already lifted your hips and pointed his tip to your entrance. As you lowered yourself, you felt him just like the first time. The thick, hot, blunt head. The first two inches.

He groaned and grabbed the pillows below him.

Two more inches.

It was your turn to gasp, Namjoon's arm wrapping around you, the other one spreading over your breast, trying to reassure you through his touch. “Almost there fox, you're doing perfect, babygirl. Daddy's so proud of you.”

A small hiccup came out of you once you took in the rest of him, his base slightly — mercifully — less thick.

“You're so much.” Your voice broke as you finally sat on him.

Namjoon hummed in pleasure, his lips pressed to your temple. “My love,” he mouthed, tender and adoring. “I've got you.” He inhaled the scent of you and repeated, “I've got you.”

You both stayed still for a second, Namjoon synchronising his breathing with your own. “Lean forward with your hands, babygirl.”

You did as you were told, his bulge shifting in your womb. It felt so… So filling. “Like this?” You asked.

He hummed. “Shift your weight to your arms, that should help you move more easily.”

Again you followed his instructions while he got his hands to your hips and waist, grabbing them. Once he lifted you just a little, you felt your eyes roll shut.

“Daddy…”

He was clenching his jaw already, exhaling through his nose as he tried to control himself. “Come on, Vixen. Listen to your body, babylove. Tell me.”

You bit your lip, trying to form words as he lowered you on himself. You just threw your head back and abandoned yourself to the feeling, moaning. “Joonie.”

He nuzzled his nose against the curve of your neck, biting down and growling when you pressed your palm to your tummy, feeling his bulge inside you.

“Fuck yourself with it, love. Show me how needy you are for daddy’s cock,” he taunted you.

“Press your hand down on my…” you murmured before he started palming down your torso, his middle finger reaching your clit while his wrist stayed pressed right below your belly button. “Yes. Thank you, daddy…”

“You’re welcome, babygirl.” He kissed where he’d just bitten, suckling a little until a mark formed. “Whenever, baby. You’re in control now,” he reminded you sweetly.

You fixed your legs astride his thighs. “Scoot to the edge and arch up a little, please.”

Namjoon did as you told him, your reaction telling him he’d delivered exactly what you had asked.

With your toes reaching the floor, you managed to match the leverage of your arms with that of your legs. You lifted yourself and slammed yourself back down, Namjoon’s hand trying to work in unison with your bounce.

“That’s fucking sweet, baby, you’re gonna make me cum so damn fast,” he growled, praising you non stop as you repeated the movement, again, and again, and then faster, and then harder, Namjoon’s free hand smacking your ass before he grabbed it, the crude sound of flesh against flesh turning him on so much he didn’t realise he was cumming until he was already growling loudly, lost inside you, your little whimpers not quite matching his ecstasy.

He was ready to go all in and damn, he needed you to cum, he wanted to make up for not warning you and not getting you there with him.

He removed his hand from your belly, not giving away his change of mindset when he grabbed your hips and lifted your ass off him.

“Touch yourself. Better make it quick, little Vixen.” He slammed you down.

You blinked twice, caught off guard, your fingers catching up on his command quickly. He was ravenous, sweaty, animalistic. He was so strong and you were so helpless as he dragged you up and down his dick, your other hand grabbing his knee for stability while incoherent sounds left your mouth. He slammed you down one last time before he changed his technique, hooking his forearms underneath your knees, spreading your legs and lifting your feet off the ground. Now your whole weight was on him and he could use it to go harder. He knew it. Just as he knew your clit would be fully exposed.

“Come on, Vixen. Daddy’s getting tired. You don’t want daddy to stop, right?”

You gasped, lip wobbling. “Don’t pressure me, I’m trying to focus!”

Namjoon exhaled a little laugh before slowing down. “Is it too much to process?”

You nodded. “I can’t focus on what feels good,” you admitted shyly.

Namjoon stopped everything he was doing. He knew it would be too easy for you to grow frustrated when the orgasm was there, under several layers of distracting sensations. Practice makes perfect.

“Okay. You wanna turn around and face me?” Namjoon tried to cup your cheek. He knew comfort was the best way to keep you high.

“I'm gonna spill and make a mess,” you argued back.

“And we can clean that later. Don't overthink it, babylove.” He pushed your chin with two fingers, turning your face to the side. “Gimme a kiss, sweetheart.”

You protruded your lips, reaching for him. He pressed his mouth to yours immediately. “You did so well, Vixen. You're such a good girl to daddy,” he rewarded you.

You nodded and hummed in agreement. “I am. Now can you please help me turn around, daddy?”

He grinned. He liked when he could guess what you wanted, especially when you asked for what you wanted a few seconds later and he was right.

“Can you get on your feet, babygirl?” He asked, fondling your cheek.

You nodded and started moving, standing up and turning around, his cum dribbling down, smearing your inner thigh before you spread your legs to straddle him.

Namjoon noticed it, dragging two fingers across the stain, cleaning you messily.

You stared at his fingers, stared at him and opened your mouth.

Namjoon looked at it, lost in thoughts before he met your gaze. “You want to taste it?”

You bobbed your head yes.

Namjoon smiled and brought his fingers to your lips. He slipped them inside your mouth. “You're adorable, babygirl. Such a good girl for daddy. I love you so much, ____.”

You moaned, sucking voraciously, not even noticing that Namjoon had taken advantage of the moment to slip the head of his dick into your cunt.

You slid on it, your head falling forward, your forehead resting against the crook of your neck while his other hand reached your crotch, his thumb meeting your clit and beginning to rub tiny circles there.

Once you started rolling your hips gently, Namjoon knew you would handle yourself just fine. Your arms were around his neck, your hand in his hair as you soothed yourself with his presence. His hand left your mouth once you started growing more attached to his throat, kissing it, nibbling it fondly.

His palm laid on the small of your back, accompanying your body rolls, cupping your ass, stroking your spine when your breathing got erratic.

And in a couple minutes, when you replaced his fingers with your own, between your legs, Namjoon let go, letting you carry him away with the feel of your tongue on his sensitive neck.

You came first this time, and he followed you a minute later, when you were still clenching your inner walls around him, knowing he needed just a fraction of encouragement to meet his pleasure.

Once done, you laid there, on top of him, safe and secure in his big arms.

“How are you feeling, little fox?” Namjoon asked you, pushing a lock of hair off your face.

“I feel like I want more but I'm too tired.” You got yourself into the best cuddling position, your fingers carding through Namjoon's soft hair. “I'm cold.”

He stretched toward the end of the sofa, grabbing a velvety blanket and throwing it around you, covering your bare shoulders and torso. His arms wrapped around you once more over the blanket, his hands starting to rub soothing circles against your spine. “Better?”

You hummed and nestled yourself on top of him. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m doing perfect, babylove.”

“I love you, you know that, right? And I think you’re the best part of my life. You’re like… opening a new book and taking a good sniff at it and it smells so nice.”

Namjoon chuckled. “I like your analogy.” He paused for a second, taking in how perfect everything was. How perfect you were, right in that second, warm, and fuzzy, and tender and loving. “And I know you love me. Just like I love you.”

You grinned. “Thank you.”

“One of these days I’m going to buy a notebook and fill it with your name.” He kissed your nose. “Because your existence redefined poetry for me. Everything you embody has become the meaning of art to my eyes.” He closed his eyes and realised he could see your face as he remembered it from the night he first made love to you. The moment you were standing naked before his bed, the way your eyes twinkled in the penumbra. “Your existence is art to me.”

“Joonie,” you said emotionally. You wanted to listen to him for hours, but sadly you felt your eyes get drowsy, ready for a nap. “I’m so sleepy.”

He chuckled. “Let’s get you to the restroom, then.” Namjoon patted your ass playfully, causing you to hiss and shake your head.

“Come on, little fox. Don't you wanna be a good girl for me? Do it for daddy, babylove.”

You sneered at him and got yourself to your feet.

Namjoon smiled. “That's a very good girl.”

You rolled your eyes and left for the bathroom.

For a few seconds, Namjoon stayed sprawled on the sofa, thinking how a lame Wednesday night had turned into an adventure just because of your existence in his life. He thought how amazing it would feel once you would officially accept his proposal. How exciting it would be to become your husband.

He knew a life of pride and honour and responsibility expected him once you would lawfully become his wife, but he wasn't scared. He was ready.

He chuckled and shook his head, pausing his daydreaming. He got up and cleaned the sofa before he headed for the bedroom. You had said you wanted more… He decided to offer it.

And he knew just how to do so, just in case you wanted it.

Vibrator plugged in to charge, Namjoon waited with his back against the headboard.

After all, when exhausted, that's what good fiancés do.

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