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summary: A new recruit, Sas joined the Hazbin Hotel after the extermination which made Charlie so happy that she was jumping with joy. This new recruit took the whole crew to their only family that was outside of Pentagram City. Not realizing what they were getting into or more like whom they'll meet.

pairing: Lucifer x reader , Alastor x reader , Azrael x reader

warnings: angst, swearing, violence

notes: hi guys! this is my side blog for Hazbin Hotel stories hehe I've been so obsessed with the show as well as the songs. Just everything about it, pulled me in lol anyway, this is just a little preview of a story I'm working on. Hope you guys like it! Let me know if it's good or not hehe

"Are we almost there toots? We've been walking for who knows how long?!" Angel complained as Husk chuckled beside them.

"We are. Just a few more." The new recruit named Sas said back as he looked around to see a familiar building.

Well the only building in the middle of no where.

Everyone looked at the building before looking at Sas with curious and judgmental looks.

He turned back at them and rolled his eyes.

"It might look bad from the outside but inside it's way better. Haven't you guys ever heard of not judging a book from its cover."

"Don't read books."

"Nope."

"What's a book?"

Sas raised an eyebrow at them and shook his head.

"Come on. She's waiting for us."

That caught Charlie's attention.

"She? Are we here for another recruit?"

Sas shook his head.

"I don't think she wants to redeem herself to heaven. She hates heaven for a reason that I can't tell you."

"Oh..."

That made Charlier sad as Vaggie comforted her.

"She's also my big sister so flirting is off limits." He said towards Angel whom just laughed and stick their tongue out at him.

"Well, he's got a point." Husk commented which Angel glared at him.

Alastor was quiet as he had never heard of this place. He eyed the place with suspicious as he kept silent. He even glanced to see Lucifer even curious about this place. He figured that he didn't know this place as well.

The King of Hell didn't know of this place, how odd.

Sas stood in front of the door and glanced at everyone for a second before he opened the door to reveal a well, styled place.

A café.

Multiple types of demons were chatting away their lives, not caring whom had came in.

Everyone was astonished at how well designed this place was. It was old fashioned. With paintings and sculptures all around the area. There was a small bar on the right side of the place. On the far left corner, there was a small stage that someone was performing with a piano which gave the whole place the old times vibes.

Alastor really liked it. It reminded him back when he was a human.

Charlie was amazed at how everyone was so chill and collected.

No bloodshed. No violence.

Just calm and enjoyment.

Vaggie also liked at how calm the environment was. She could breathe in peace and not worry about protecting Charlie and the rest.

Angel thought the place was cool and stuff but their eyes were definitely on the bar and the variety of drinks they had.

Even Husk was astonished at the bar choices.

Niffty was on Alastor' shoulder before dropping to the ground. Her expressions about the place was hilarious. She eyed the whole place like a little girl in a field trip. So excited to explore the whole place for roaches.

"This place is amazing! Where are the roaches?!"

Sas managed to grab her before she ran all over the place and caused a rukus.

"Calm down Niffty. I'll let my sister know first for you to find the roaches."

"Yay! Where is she?! I need to kill them roaches!"

Sas shook his head before he handed Niffty to Angel and made his way to the bar.

Lucifer stood beside Charlie as he was amazed at the place interior design. It felt homey. So comfy and relaxing. It somewhat warmed his heart.

Sas nodded at the bartender and went back to the group.

"She'll be here in a bit. While we wait, let's go sit and get some drinks."

"Whoo! Finally!" Angel said as they all went to a table on the far end of the place.

"So what's this sister of yours like Sas?" Charlie asked as she sat beside Vaggie.

"Yeah, you make her sound so mysterious."

"As long as she doesn't kill us."

Before Sas could say anything, a angelic voice was heard.

"I don't think killing my little brother's friends would do me any good."

Everyone turned around to see a rather exquisite creature in front of them. Aside from Sas that looked at her with a big smile and teary eyes.

Standing in front of them was [Y/N], a nine tailed fox that was wearing a rather comfy dress with rested above her knees. Her eyes staring at each face with curiosity and interest.

Just like they were all looking at her with interest especially two of them.

Lucifer and Alastor.

They couldn't keep their eyes off of her. It was like she was hypnotizing them with just her eyes.

"[Y/N]!"

Sas yelled out as he got up and ran towards her; hugging her so tight.

She giggled at his excitement as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. She surely did miss him.

"Well, is it just me or you've gotten handsomer since the last time I saw you? Was it a year ago or so?"

Sas nodded as he hugged her tighter. He had missed her so much.

She smiled down at him as she stroked his hair with care and loving.

Charlie looked at her with big, sparkling eyes especially at the sigh of her nine tails. She had never seen anyone with so many tails. They looked so amazing.

"Her tails are gorgeous." She whispered to Vaggie whom nodded at her in agreement.

"You must be Charlie."

Charlie froze as she noticed that she had been staring too long at her tails that she didn't realize that she just spoke to her. She quickly got up and bowed at her.

"Yes I am!"

[Y/N]'s eyes widen before giggled at how adorable Charlie was acting.

"There's no need to bow Charlie. After all, you are the Princess of Hell. It's an honor for you to visit my place." [Y/N] said with grace as she slightly bowed since Sas was still hugging her.

"Well, Sas wanted us to meet you. He said that he really missed you and I wanted to have a conversation with you as well."

That caught [Y/N]'s attention.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all as well and what would you like to discuss with me?"

She patted Sas head for him to let her go as they both went to sit down. She sat on the empty chair between Lucifer and Alastor which Sas didn't like at all. He pouted as he sat beside Angel.

Lucifer gasped a bit as he glanced to see [Y/N] up close which made her even more beautiful in his eyes. The way she carried herself was something that attracted him to her but his face turned to a glare as he noticed the Radio Demon looking at her as well.

Alastor kept his eyes on her with a big smile on his face. Yet, this smile was different from his usual one. It was softer, like he had fallen in love at first sight yet he denied it. He had a plan and goal to get his soul back. That was all he needed. He didn't have time to fall for someone like her. There's no way.

But he couldn't help but keep his eyes on her, watching her every move especially her tails.

They looked so soft. He had the urge to touch them. He even had the idea that if she lets him touch her, he'd gladly let her touch his. His eyes widen at the realization at what he was thinking as he glanced away from her, not wanting anyone to notice his infatuation with her.

But one did.

And they weren't happy at all.

The King of Hell had been glaring at the Radio Demon. Alastor couldn't help but smirk back at him as if it was a competition which they both decided that it was.

"Well, it's mostly about my dream to help my people. I'm sure Sas has told you about the Hazbin Hotel."

[Y/N] nodded.

"Well, it's a hotel for sinners to redeem themselves so they can have a better life and possibly go to Heaven."

As Charlie went on about her dream and the improvement that everyone has been doing; [Y/N] was lost in thought about her idea. It did seem like a good idea but knowing how Heaven is especially Adam and Sera; it wasn't gonna happen.

Everyone wanted to go up to Heaven because of the paradise yet for some it wasn't worth it.

It was quiet for a bit until [Y/N] felt a spark from someone touching her hand-well more like both her hands which got her out of her mind and blinked several times to bring her back.

"[Y/N], you alright?"

Before she could say anything, she glanced to see that Lucifer and Alastor were the ones that awoken her. She gave them a small smile but that quickly disappeared as she felt a presence that she hadn't felt in a while.

A long time.

She knew that Lucifer was sitting next to her whom couldn't take his eyes off her along with the wide smiled guy that was sitting next to him.

No this was someone else.

Someone that she's been trying to hide from.

Her eyes widen at the realization as she quickly got up which got everyone's attention.

"You all need to-"

A loud crash was heard at the front door which made everyone gasp as they all stood up.

[Y/N] looked at the bartender and gave him a signal which he returned as he took several of the customers to the back door for safety. Just from the explosion, she automatically knew who it was.

It was him. For sure.

"Sis, what's going on?" Sas said as he gripped onto her hand tightly, not knowing what was going on.

"I need you to take your friends out of here. Someone is here and they don't take lightly-"

"Oh sweet [Y/N]...are you here darling?" A mocking, sweet voice was heard.

One that she knew so well that she got chills all over her body.

Lucifer stood up as well, knowing that voice as well. He didn't believe that he'd be here. He couldn't be.

"There's no way that.."

"It is him."

She answered him, not even looking at him.

Lucifer's eyes widen as he looked at [Y/N] whom was looking straight ahead in a glare.

"How is that...why is he even here?"

[Y/N] kept silent as the cloud of dust started to disappear to reveal the person that they were talking about.

"My sweet [Y/N], oh how I've missed you."

The voice got deeper as the view got clearer.

"Dad, what is going on? Who is that?"

Lucifer stood beside [Y/N] as he couldn't answer Charlie, he was too shocked at whom was in front of him.

"Oh my, we have some company. How fun. Guess this will make my work even easier." The figure revealed to be Azrael, the Angel of Death.

"Azrael."

Hearing her say his name made his smile wider as he took steps closer to her.

"How lovely your voice sounds when you say my name, wifey."

Everyone was shocked.

WIFEY?!

...

[nights-legacy]

I Don't Want You. - Dabi Pt. 1

Masterlist MHA Masterlist

2731 words

Warnings: Smut 🔞 NSFW, language, Angst insults and hate from Dabi.

Note: You have a telekinesis & telekinetic energy quirk.

+ You and Dabi were out causing a rukus when he gets hit with a quirk. At first, it seems like nothing is wrong, but as the evening continues, things change. He starts to become more and more affectionate with you. Is he returning your feelings finally, and will it last?

The simple mission had turned into chaos. Dabi and I had just gone out to just stir some shit but we weren't trying to start chaos. At least not this time. Some civilians that Are wannabe heroes tried to step in and "save the day". They were just a nuisance but when some sidekicks showed up is when it became chaos.

"Let get out of here, Dabi." I yelled at him as people began to fight each other. We were hiding behind some pillars. He looked at me with a smirk.

"Well we did cause some ruckus. But yeah let's get out of here." He agreed. We ran out and through the crowd. We were just about to the door when I heard Dabi yell in frustration. I turned back to see him being dusted in some pink dust and a scared woman before him.

"Get back!" I screamed and Dabi opened his eyes and they were looking directly at me. I knocked the woman back and pulled Dabi out. We didn't stop running until we couldn't hear any screaming or sirens. "Shit."

"You can say that again." He chuckled. I leant on my knees, trying to catch my breath as he leant against the wall. I gave him a quick once over to see it that woman's quirk had any physical, visual effects.

"You okay? Feel any weirdness from that woman's quirk?"

"I don't think so. We'll have to wait and see, I guess." He met my gaze. I noticed he paused for a second while staring at me. His pupils widened ever so slightly before he looked away, shaking his head. "Let's get back to the bar. I need a drink." 

"Sure." I wasn't so sure he was okay but didn't press it.

After an uneventful walk back, Dabi immediately went to grab a drink while Toga latched on to me. She started rambling on about something I couldn't keep up with. I was too distracted with checking on Dabi. Every time I looked his way, he was staring at me. He wasn't paying much attention to Spinner talking to him.

"And then I couldn't even get a bit of his blood! It was so annoying." She pouted. I chucked and ruffled her hair.

 "Awe, poor baby. I'm sure you can find someone else to go crazy on. I mean..." I cut short when I felt someone's fingertips brush the back of my neck, moving the hair aside. They moved in close, nearly nuzzling my neck. I turned to see Dabi. "Dabi, what..."

"You smell good." He said, running the tip of his nose along my throat. I gasped as shivers ran down my spine. I met Toga's confused gaze. One of his arms circled my waist.

"Um, Dabi?" I piped up. "What are you doing?" He froze behind me.

"Wh-what? Shit." He pulled away from me. I turned to him and saw him shaking his head. He then brought a hand to his head. "What the hell? I'm going out for a smoke."

"Dabi?" I called. He wouldn't look at me as he dodged his way out.

"What was that?" Toga chirped. 

"Not sure. I'll talk to you later." I followed the path Dabi took. I had an idea this had to do with that woman's quirk. I didn't see him when I initially got outside. I began to search for him. I finally found him at the opposite end of a nearby ally. He had his head in his hand and I could see the smoke rising from the cigarette. "Dabi?"

"Don't!" He held out his hand towards me and I stopped. He looked up at me and another shiver went up my spin as his eyes pierced me. The blue in his eyes was nearly glowing making him look almost ethereal. I gulped as something stirred in me.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling alright?"

"I feel weird. Dammit!" He pushed off the wall, kicking a can across the alley. I dodged as it flew at and past me. He began pacing, grumbling about the weird feeling. He then suddenly stormed up to me. "I can't stop..." He stopped suddenly, sucking in an unsteady breath. I saw his eyes dilate.

"Dabi?" I was starting to feel like a broken record. He threw his cig down and stomped it out. He circled his arm around me again, setting his forehead on mine. I gasped at his movement.

"I can't stop thinking about YOU." He whispered. He pulled me tight against him. My mind was running in circles trying to keep up and comprehend what he was saying. The feelings I had for him that were buried deep were trying to push their way up. I didn't want to get my hopes up so I pushed back.

"Me? Why me?" I stuttered.

"I don't know! Dammit!" He moved to bury his face in my neck. He took a big breath. "You smell like vanilla and chai." He softly muttered before pressing his lips on my neck. I bit my lip and tried not to pull him closer.

"I Um, Dabi. We should Uh..." I tried to get a hold of myself. He brought his head back up and met my gaze. He brought a hand up and brushed hair away.

"Your hair is so soft." He played with the strands before cupping my face. He began to move closer, staring at my lips. My eyes went to shut as he got close.

"Yo, Dabi! L/N! You coming back in?" We jumped at the sound of Spinner's voice. We looked down the alley. A growl rumbled through Dabi's chest.

"No! We're not. Fuck off!" He yelled before grabbing my hand and dragging me in the opposite direction. After a few minutes, I realized he was pulling me towards my apartment. I didn't speak as we walked on. At the pace he set, we were there no time.

"Let me unlock the door." I said as we walked up to my place. I unlocked the door and before I could even open the door, he picked me up around the waist. "H-hey!"

"You're fine." He mutters. He slammed the door shut and I heard the lock click. Dabi has been to my place multiple times so he knows his way around. He all but threw me on my counter.

"What is going on with you?" I asked as he straightened up.

"I don't know but it's you. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm drawn to you, I need you. Fuck!" He grabbed my face and got in close. He paused for a second. I could read confusion and want in his eyes.

"It's okay." I gently grabbed his wrists, softly tracing the staple stitches. I took the initiative and pushed up to kiss him. He responded immediately. The kiss was heated, fast, and passionate and I loved every minute.

"Damn. Your lips taste even better than you smell. I can only imagine how you taste down here." He brought one hand down and cupped me through my pants. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut as he applied some pressure. He positioned his hips between mine and started to buck ever so slightly.

He went down to my neck and with no hesitation, he began to leave love bites up and down. I reached up and raked my hand through his hair. He stopped his mensastrations and raised his head. He nuzzled into my hair.

"I want you." He growled between his heavy breathing. He pulled my hips flush against his. I moaned and dropped my head onto his shoulder, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Then take me to the bedroom." He growled against my lips before he picked me up by my thighs and raced to my room.

He unceremoniously dropped me on the bed before he started pulling off his clothes. I just pushed up on my elbows to watch him. He smirked when he noticed me watching.

"Come on, sweetheart. Take 'em off." He nodded his head at me. I bit my lip before sitting up to take off my shirt. I kicked off my shoes as I undid my jeans. I pulled them off and went to pull my underwear off but he quickly grabbed my wrists. "Those, I'll do."

"Alright." I laid back down as he traced his hands over my skin. I sighed at the feeling of his warm skin on mine. He traced the band of my underwear before roughly pulling them down. I made a noise of surprise but didn't complain.

"Gods, you're hot." He was already fucking me with his eyes so I couldn't wait for him to actually do it. He leant over and caged me in his arms. He kissed me fiercely and it screamed 'Dabi' in every sense. He pulled away and before I could even register, he was on his knees.

"Fuck!" I screamed as he latched his mouth onto me. He went to town on me as if he was a starving man. I gasped and gripped my sheets in an iron grip. 

I pushed up on my elbows and watched as he devoured me. The movement of his tongue against me had me writhing and moaning so loud I might have to deal with a noise complaint. I honestly couldn't keep quiet if I wanted to. He opened his eyes to meet my gaze. His eyes were crazed and dark with lust. He pulled away.

"You feeling good or something?" He smirked. I whined at the loss of feeling but nodded in affirmation. He chuckled darkly. He dove back in. He reached up and pushed me back down. I felt his fingers brush my entrance.

"Ah!" I choked as he inserted his fingers. He somehow found that spot inside of me right away. My hands latched onto his hair. I grinded up into his face but whined again when he held down my hips. "Dabi!"

"Problem?" He teased me. I would have glared at him if I wasn't so focused on the way his fingers were pistoning in and out of me.

"I'm so close, shit!" I tried to buck up but his hold held.

"Then cum." He demanded before lowering back down. Almost instantly, I followed his order. I seized up as the white hot pleasure shot up my spine. He didn't stop or even slow down, extending my high as long as possible. I gasped for air as I came down. He kept going and I tried to squirm away as the overstimulation started.

"Too much." I whimpered. He seemed to take mercy on me.

"You do taste damn good down here too." He pulled up and leant over me again. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips. I took the initiative and forced my tongue in his mouth. He groaned, squeezed my hip. "Need to be in you."

"Need you in me." I tried to push his underwear down. He stood to his full height and yanked down the material. He pumped his hand over his shaft and I gulped. I figured he was big but damn.

"Up." He motioned up the bed. I crawled up but it didn't seem fast enough for Dabi. He wrapped an arm around me and lifted me the rest of the way. He then shoved me down.

He laid down on his side and positioned me in front of him. I brought my leg up as he pulled my hips back.

"Dabi." I whined in impatience. I reached back and set my hand on his hip.

"Patience baby." He chuckled sensually in my ear.

"Please..." I whined breathlessly. He hummed, nosing the back of my neck. I felt the tip of his dick prode at me. I wiggled back more, trying to get him in me.

"Alright, alright. I'm feeling generous." He kissed my cheek. I felt his tip catch the rim of my entrance. He slowly pushed in and the air left my lungs. I knew he was big but he was stretching me beyond belief.

"Ah! Dabi!" I tightened my grip on his hip as continued to work himself in. I gasped as he finally bottomed out on me. I grasped at the sheets, pillows, his arms trying to ground myself.

"Damn." He groaned before retracting his hips and snapping them foreword. He gave me no reprieve and began to piston his hips into me.

The sounds that left me would have normally made me blush but I couldn't be bothered to care right now. The heat was quickly building up in my core. The drag of his cock against my walls was driving me insane.

"Agk! Dabi! Right there!" I screamed as he angled his hips differently. His teeth sunk into the skin of my neck as he picked up the pace. I tried to rock back against him but his thrusts were just too forceful.

"Come on, baby. I know you're getting close." He said gruffly in my ear. His hand traveled up my body, tweaking my nipples before clapsing it tightly around my throat. The heat in my belly was growing and the pleasure was winding tighter and tighter.

"C-close!" I choked out. I felt him grab my chin and he turned my head. He leaned in to where his lips barely touched mine.

"Cum." He growled before kissing me hard. My body followed his command without question. My moans were swallowed by Dabi as he ravished my mouth and body. He pulled away and get his head against the back of my neck. "Shit."

"Dabi." I gasped as his thrusts became more erratic, chasing his own high and extending mine.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N..." His manta of my name was interrupted by his own high. He gripped my hip and stilled as he spilled his seed inside of me. The only sound of our heavy breathing was filling the silence of the room.

After a minute, he pulled back and pulled out of me. I sighed as I felt his com drip out of me. I let my leg relax down before pushing up to sit on my hip. I looked at Dabi to see him on his knees, pumping his half hard shaft. I met his eyes to see the heavy lust.

"Hope you're up for more because I am nowhere near done with you." He smirked. I bit my lip as he popped his neck. "Get on your back. I need to see your face when I make you fall apart again.

~Next Morning~

The first thing that I noticed when I woke up was the aches. Almost every joint in my body was aching and I could feel slight burning from small cuts caused by Dabi's staples. I hummed in content and snuggled into my blankets. I felt the bed move.

"Hm?" I pushed up onto an elbow and saw Dabi with his back to me, getting dressed. "Where are you going?" I giggled.

"I'm leaving." He said coldly. I flinched a bit at the tone. I wrapped a blanket around me and got on my knees. I moved to the edge of the bed. I reach out to touch him.

"But Dabi... Last night we... I thought..."

"Don't!" He ripped away from me and glared harshly at me. I flinched back, landing on my butt. "You thought wrong. Last night was nothing but a quirk... a mistake. There is nothing between us, and there never will be. You're pathetic to think otherwise."

"I, I, I..." Tears were forcing their way up.

"I, I, I. What did you expect? Me to be in love with you? Please, I'm not remotely interested." He hissed as he forced on his shirt. I bit my lip to keep myself from making any sound and looked away. I heard him grab his coat and shrug it on. He stormed out and it wasn't until I heard the front door slam did I finally cry.

"Fuck!" I collapsed into the sheets and sobbed. I shouldn't have expected anything different. I knew there was no chance of him returning my feelings but it still hurt. It hurt like hell. I screamed loud and long, letting out a pulse of telekinetic energy that trashed my room. I said there and cried until everything turned numb and I passed out.

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[pro-logue-epi-logue]

RANDOM DEVIL'S NIGHT THOUGHTS

~NUMBER 27~

Has anyone read Rukus by LJ shen, (and if you hadn't and want too BE PREPARED TO GET HEARTBROKEN !)

yeah so,

Dean Cole = Will Grayson III

Although, Dean is wayyyyyy nicer and awesome to Rosie than Will ever was to Emory.

Dean is wayyyyyy way way more caring.

And Dean is also funnier than Will.

So many similarities-

"But Rosie fucking hated me. So, I stayed single."

This is what Dean said about Rosie.

TEL ME THIS ISN'T WILL ABOUT EMMY!! YOU CAN'T!!

Dean didn’t date anyone for 11 years.

Will didn't date anyone for since he saw em and specially after the night at the cove, so for 12 years he didn't date anyone.

"You need to stop hitting on me.” Her voice was painfully flat.

He got rejected Just like Will.

They both are in love for YEARS! JUST. Like. Willemmy. And guess what, Rosie loves him but is trying so hard to keep him away, just like Emory did.

" Is English not your native tongue? Should I say no in another language? I don’t speak Asshole fluently, but I can try"

Emory would be so proud of Rosie.

Rosie hated my guts, and for a good reason. Every time Baby LeBlanc saw my face, she saw empty fun; a stoner who got to where he was because his daddy was a famous lawyer, and his last name was Cole, and the Coles donated enough money to Harvard to feed the better half of Africa, so my future was paved for me before I even knew how to spell the word entitled.

Isn't this what Will used to think Emmy thought of him .

Everyone was setting down roots and playing grown-ups.

Everyone but us

WILLEMMY! Flashback

The only thing that is not similar is how DeanRosie end. 😭😭

[sabrgirl]

hiii

do you have any tips on reading the quran consistently?

i find it incredibly hard to start and keep doing it and it eats me up. I have no problem with other acts of worship but reciting the quran seems to be a problem

hello :) try and make it a habit to read Qur'an after a specific prayer every day. for me, i read Qur'an after fajr every day. give yourself a goal and start off small - start with reading just 1 ruku of the Qur'an every day (after your chosen prayer) for a week. after the week ends, continue for another 2 weeks. then 1 month. eventually, it will become a subconscious habit Insha’Allah. when i first started doing this after fajr, i had to tell myself, 'okay, i'm going to read Qur'an now'. but now, after fajr I go and get my Qur'an without thinking and it feels as though my fajr prayer is incomplete without reading the Qur'an after now.

give yourself a 'punishment' if you go back on your word. for example, if you said you would read Qur'an after fajr and you didn't, you now need to read 5 ruku's minimum after asr. or pay 50p/£1 into a sadaqah box, etc. obviously these aren't 'punishments' because they're good deeds but give yourself something that makes you feel like you absolutely must read the Qur'an after whenever you said you would, otherwise you know you will need to double your goal and do extra (which is harder for you initially as if it's hard to read a little bit now, then of course reading more later is going to be even harder and will motivate you to stick to your goal).

this is what works for me! start off slow, take it day by day and praise yourself for doing it. you don't need to read a whole chapter a day, reading a tiny bit also gives you rewards, alhamdulillah and is better than not reading at all. whenever it becomes a habit for you, you can increase how much of the Qur'an you read Insha’Allah.

i pray Allah makes it easy for you and helps you implement the daily recitation of the Qur'an into your everyday life, Ameen ♡

[nrdmssgs]

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? (asking for a friend ._.)

Thank you so much for absolutely brilliant choices!!!

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

From those, Ive already used? Our guys going to halloween (some day Im going to draw them finally) in full costumes. It is impossible on so many levels, yet IT HAPPENS in my brain!

From those, I secretly have, but haven't yet mentioned... Nikolai once took Price for mushroom hunting and lost him in the woods. He had to ask Ghost for help to find his friend. Nikolai freaked out, he was on the verge of starting a searching campaign with helicopter.

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Ok, I can't put A heart here, because, this story is so much about a context - I would probably need a series to explain everything...

But I actually am a bid fan of short movies (like 15-25 minutes long). And I think, Best part of his life can make a good one. It will be very metaphorical, very 'theater-like'. But it won't need any context, I won't even need to explain to the audience, what is Call of Duty, or who is König. This story works well as an idea.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? (asking for a friend ._.)

oooooh, this one!!! Because at this very moment these two characters are absolutely honest with each other. Neither he nor she hides behind anything. And to see Nik kneeling down, looking her in the eyes, as if he witnesses the most important moment of his life... This just makes me weak.

“I have so much to say.” He straightens his back, takes her hands and returns them to his face. “But I'll start with the last part. Ti mozhesh. Moya khoroshaya, ti mozhesh pozvolit sebe podpustit` kogo-to blizhe. Ya skoree sam sebe ruku otgrizu, chem sdelau tebe bol`no, moe nebo. Odno slovo, odno slovo i ya ostavly tebya v pokoe. Nikogda ne potrevozhu. No mne nuzhno eto slovo*.” She listens to him and slowly shakes her head. “I can't let you closer and pretend my body causes me anything apart disgust and fear. I know, there are many things beyond physicality, but I don't want to be a constant reminder, you'll never feel a warmth of simple touch.”

Thank you so much, родной мой человек.

[rmhashauthor]

More Orphan Dreck

I found some more sci-fi... stuff... hanging out on my hard drive and while I don't have a single idea of what I was going to do with it, it did seem like something that kinda-sorta might belong on this very, very young blog. I love worldbuilding and creating new people, so perhaps treat this like an introduction to how my brain processes that. I don't think it needs a content warning, but there is a bit of suggestive language.

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Cass leaped to the side, dodging a huge leg wrapped in a greenish fabric – part of an enormous jumpsuit studded with pockets and loops, jingling with tools and bits of metal. Looking up, she met with the wide, ivory-toothed grin of an enormous Dreen almost nine feet tall and the color of dark moss. “Whoa, sorry about that! You okay there?” the Dreen asked, reaching down to offer help. Cass offered her hand in return, tapping him on the knuckles with her fist. “I'm good, thanks!”

“Haven't seen you here before,” the Dreen crouched, putting himself on Cass's level. He was certainly the largest Dreen she'd ever seen, most being closer to eight feet than nine, but his height barely compared to his thickness – his massive arms and chest were swollen with muscle from years of hard work and his hands were scarred from welding burns and dozens of unknown cuts. “You new?”

“She is,” Captain Landa introduced Cass to the Dreen. “Cass, this is Duna, he's our general systems mechanic and main muscle. Duna, this is Cassiopeia, our new assistant pulse engines specialist.”

“Oh, nice! You're gonna be working with Ouran, then?”

“If she can find him,” Landa nodded. “Of course, you'll be expected to help out wherever you're needed.”

“I can do that,” Cass agreed, “a little variety never hurt anyone.”

“That's very true,” Duna looked her over, his great yellow eyes appraising. “A little variety is very nice.” The corner of his mouth turned up, the large double-fangs his people called dirks peeking out between his green lips. He leaned a little closer, speaking to Cass's ear. “If you like variety, you're gonna love this ship. Whatever your, ah, taste.” To make his point, the Dreen ran out a green tongue so long it touched below his chin.

Cass's cheeks heated and she chuckled, “I'll keep that in mind.” Absolutely!

“Duna,” Captain Landa warned, “chill. Give the girl at least a day before you try to get your claws on her.” She clapped a hand on Cass's shoulder. “Come on, you've still got the rest of the crew to meet. Duna, behave yourself.”

“It's more fun when I don't.” Duna gave Cass a wink. “See you at mess!”

Passing through the machining shop, Captain Landa took Cass by the welding bay. Among the sparks and stink of ozone and hot metal, several workers waved and a few put down their tools to come and greet them. As the hoods came off, Cass was somewhat not surprised to see that many of the sweaty, scarred, scorched humanoids were Drass. While Drass were still new to the Federation Alliance, the people from the recently-dismantled Drassian Empire were generally agreeable, they worked hard and they liked to drink. Cass accepted many handshakes and fist-taps from the semi-reptilian folk, men and women, and more than one appreciative glance. She spotted a pair, two brawny fellows wearing thick fire-retardant aprons hanging out by the smelting pots, gesturing towards her and nodding. Like all Drass, their forearms and shoulders were plated with thick scales and these were pock-marked with burn scars. She waved, and the two waved back with enthusiasm, sharing a look.

Continuing through the ship's many bays, workshops, storage rooms and communal areas, Cass saw many types of folk – aside from the Dreen and the Drass, she saw Juun, Ruku, Mynx, Nuani, Arakan, several kinds of humans, and more, all various sizes, colors, types and even a few hybrids. All seemed friendly, all greeted their captain with respect. “You've got quite the mixed bag here,” Cass commented.

“I take pride in having a colorful ship,” Captain Landa said, “and I make sure everyone feels welcome. Those who don't usually hop off at the next port stop, but over the years we get more and more keepers. Should be pretty easy to find some friends among your new crew-mates – but if anyone gives you any problems you bring it to me.”

“Don't you have an HR department?”

“I am the HR department.”

“Ah, I see. So, where are we headed?”

“Pulse engine bay, where you'll be working most of the time.” Landa led Cass into a lift. “Usually Ouran keeps things running without any help, but even a Leagan needs an extra hand once in a while.”

“Wait a minute,” Cass turned to Landa, “you have a Leagan?”

“Sure do,” Landa nodded, “best goddamn pulse engine spec in the sector, far as I'm concerned. You never seen one?”

“Not up close.”

“Well, don't get your hopes up,” Landa punched a code and the lift descended. “Leagans are a shy bunch, but Ouran is the shyest of them all. He had an accident a few years ago and he's pretty self-conscious about his looks. I think you'll be lucky if you see him once every six months or so, and even then it'll probably just be his shadow.”

“How am I supposed to work with someone I can't see?”

“You'll get your work orders, like anyone else. Keep your log up to date and you won't have any issues. Oh! Here,” Landa rummaged in a pocket and brought out a black rectangle. “Ixi has a good hand with small electronics, she worked this up for me a while back.”

“A smartphone?” Cass took it, disbelieving. “This thing belongs in a museum!”

“Ouran doesn't talk, so you'll need one of these to keep in touch with him.”

“He can't talk?”

“Well, he can, but he chooses not to. If you ever do see him, you'll understand why. He prefers to text – Ixi fixed it so it connects to the ship's wireless, and she did something that makes it hop frequencies so no matter where you are, if you're in reach of a signal you can get to him. My link's in there too, if you need me.”

Cass powered the device on, shaking her head as the phone – A smartphone? Really? - screen glowed. A message, a picture of Ixi grinning at the camera, welcomed Cass to the phone's operating system as it booted up. Cass grinned. What a weird bunch.

“And here's the pulse bay,” Landa tapped the lift gate and it slid open. Cass stepped out into a dank, industrial tangle of ladders, chains, pipes, tanks, massive control panels and snarls of wire and tubing. Oh damn, feels like home already. She turned as Landa balled up her fist and banged on a nearby steel plate. The sound reverberated like a gong through the space, chains rattling and liquid dripping in response. “Ouran!” Landa called, “I brought our new recruit down to see the works!” Landa stopped banging, laughing as she turned back to Cass. “If you want to get his attention, just bang on something. He'll hear you. Ain't that right?” Landa looked up and Cass tried to follow, but she saw nothing. “You won't see him, but he's probably looking at you right now. Hey, Ouran? Cass has one of Ixi's phones, nine-seven-seven-six-Alpha-Charlie-Zulu!”

In her pocket, Cass's phone buzzed. Zzt-zzt! “That was fast,” Landa commented. Cass pulled it out, met by a notification that she had a message. Cass read the screen: Hey.

“She got it!” Landa called, and from overhead Cass heard a distinctive pattern tapped on the pipes: tap-tap...tap. “That's him,” Landa said, “two taps and a pause is 'yes', if he does it backwards it's 'no'.”

“Got it. So he really doesn't talk?”

“Not a word since his accident. Which is a shame, he's a really nice guy. Anyway, if you don't mind the quiet ones you two will get along fine.”

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I vaguely remember now what I was going to do with this - sort of a Phantom of the Opera meets Red Dwarf situation. I might get around to it eventually, IDK. I have a LOT of these orphan bits floating around, occupying various corners of this little imaginary universe in my head, maybe they'll turn into something.

[diiscochvck]

CHEYENNE MARTINEZ. 23 years old. AEW MUSIC INTERN. The younger sister of BAYLEY.

Hi bbies under this cut is some basic info on Cheyenne!

Full name: Cheyenne Madison Martinez.

Birthday: 5/24/1999. 23 years old.

Nicknames: Chey, Chey baby.

Siblings: Bayley / Pamela Martinez. (this was discussed and pre-plotted w/ the Bayley mun so I have permission.)

Hometown: San Jose, California.

Currently resides in: Jacksonville, Florida.

Sexuality: Bisexual with no lean or preference.

Hobbies include: Shopping, writing music, singing, spending money, eating junk food, watching movies, etc.

Cheyenne was born on May 24, 1999 in San Jose, California to her parents. She had a relatively normal upbringing. From a young age she had a very big interest in music and singing, her parents getting her involved with vocal lessons and that's where her passion for it stemmed from. Cheyenne's always tried to please her parents but she always felt like she failed and as a result, she's always held a resentment towards her older sister Pamela for how successful she became. Their parents always bringing up her achievements and success, it made Cheyenne want them to do the same with her. So she began to pour all her energy into music, this was where she met Mikey Rukus and was hired as a music intern for All Elite Wrestling. People close to the family speculated that Cheyenne did this on purpose, out of her own jealousy for her sister, and if you asked her - she'd tell you that you were wrong but they weren't. She had done it from her own jealousy and to prove a point to her parents that Pam wasn't the only one who could succeed or do something good in life. The two sisters have a complicated past and to this day, a very complicated relationship to say the least but deep down Cheyenne does love her sister and if anyone ever hurt her, she'd do anything to protect her.

Cheyenne isn't very good at expressing her feelings or telling people what she really thinks, a lot of times she hides behind the mask she's created for herself and she likes it that way if she's being completely honest with people. Serious relationships aren't a thing for her, ships are purely chemistry based for me and definitely a slow burn type of thing but all other plots are open for her! My discord is available if you ask for it, I look forward to writing with you all!

[oracle-cassandra]

(this is a duplicate message; i want to get as many opinions as I can from Black women).

this might be incoherent but it's been on my mind for a while and you seem like a good person to pose this to; I find myself increasingly frustrated and annoyed with Black libfems who take it upon themselves to be the most outspoken, for lack of a better term, "anti terf police". I feel more angry and annoyed by seeing this behavior from other Black women than from non Black folks on here; I think part of me feels they should "know better", which is definitely unfair and hypocritical because i was definitely drinking TRA/ libfem koolaid until pretty recently but... I don't know. what are your thoughts?

Not all skin folk are kin folk. From what I've seen, in real life and online, people have good intentions and with the internet being a source of information, hundreds and hundreds of people will get their information from it, including false info that appears to be true. Such as malpractice or medical that hasn't fully been understood, like "transitioning." With that in mind, Black Americans (because I'm only going to speak on them) know what it's like to be oppressed and disregarded, and I think a lot of Black libfems grasp on that and blow it up, assuming that being transsexual/transgender is as innate as someone's race and other physical characteristics. Cancel culture doesn't help, and I believe that adds a lot of fuel to this as well

Ideally, Black women should know better, but you also can't hold an entire people to a specific expectation because everyone is an individual. No entire people, race and sex, are a monolith.For example, you have the Uncle Rukus/Uncle Tom's of the Black community which shows that the monolith ideal cannot be true. Also, it doesn't help that a good chunk of American education isn't as good as it should be

Idk, I'm writing this swiftly and while I'm multitasking. Perhaps I missed something or misthought something, and let me know

[demonicpiano]

K, I, N, & D :)

(From the fandom meme ask!)

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K - Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms.

My best fandom friend, @arternestkirkland...EVERYTHING. 😭 They're so funny, I love their headcanons, I love their art, they can do serious in one hand and goofy in the other at the same time, I'm so glad they're here when I'm here and I get the goodness of talking to them. 💖

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

(Answered that here!)

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Action and fight scenes, weapons, fisticuffs, actual throwdowns. Yes, it exists. I know. I need more. A Hetalia fighting game, like Mortal Kombat or Soul Calibur. More poly content. Which ship is better? Doesn't matter. They're getting thrown all in one pile and I'm seeing how long it takes for them to start smooching (please, I need more RUKUS or FrUKUS or GerItaPan or RusAmeChu or or or or...).

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice).

Uh uh uh 😳 I don't know! 😭 Just when I think I'm not crazy about a pairing, I start thinking of it, and then the situations where I wouldn't mind it and think it would be cool and---

AmeCan, I guess? I see them as twins. I'm not too crazy about them making out. But if they're double-teaming somebody? Hm. 👀

[thecrxwclub]

kanej fic rec! (with a little bit of helnik tacked onto the end)

i’m going to continuously update this, so if you have any rec’s let me know!

canon compliant

wax strangers by QHQ  (T) 3.1k

a good ol’ “the crows figuring out kaz and inej are together on their own time” fic, because i love them

Needle and Thread by QHQ (T) 1.5k

I absolutely love fics where they’re patching each other up; the trust that they have in each other is something so special to me

on the job by feelinglikecleo (M) 3.7k

MID-HEIST SEXY TIMES!!

One Thousand and One Nights by Trogdor19 (M) 10.9k

very sweet very hot !

back and forth; sneaking in your bed by butterflywings6 (M) 3.7k

I’m sorry but the line “He presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. “And a good morning. I woke up to find an Inej in my bed.” will never not make me want to CRY i love them your honor

stay by phybe (T) 1.6k

like “patching each other up” fics, i love a good sick fic!! this one is very sweet

Manners, Mannerisms, and Misdirection by rainstormdragon (E) 6.3k

this is so soft (and steamy) and one of the first kanej fics i read!! 10/10

show me where my armor ends (show me where my skin begins) by kingsandqueensofthebarrel (M) 24.5k

idk how to sum this one up but it’s just SO GOOD trust me, this is a must-read

I saw him see me by Rivkah94 (T) 3.9k

kaz is jealous that inej has nicknames for everyone but him AND IT’S SO SOFT I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Homeland by unfortunate17 (T) 7.6k

i really love outsider-pov fics, and this one takes the cake. i love everything about it, from the backstories they created to the fact that they make everyone in town think that jesper is “mr. brekker”

two solitudes by sixappleseeds (G) 2k

bed sharing is one of my favorite kanej tropes it’s just so good (takes place right after crooked kingdom)

Behind Closed Doors by rainstormdragon (E) 13.7k

grab a fan and some ice water because this fic is HOT!! kaz is both a simp and an asshole, and no one is suprised. 

— updated 6/30

treacherous by downn_in_flames (M) 29/30

30 out-of-order vignettes of kanej post-ck. this is my absolute FAVORITE fic, it just makes my heart so happy!!

this love is a permanent mark (this love is glowing in the dark) by peterpan_in_neverland (T) 7.5k

kaz goes to visit inej’s family in ravka and i just LOVE this. i love anything about kaz interacting w/ her family, and the writing in this is soso good!

Hail to the King and Queen of the Rukus by alethae (T) 7.4k

i’m a sucker for any 5+1 fic, and lucky for me kanej has a lot of them. this one is 5 times the dregs were confused by kaz and inej’s relationship + 1 time it was made abundantly clear and i LOVE IT

this love will spin, now and always by whynotcherries (T) 4.4k

hey look another 5+1!! beauty told 5 times through kaz’s pov and 1 time through inej’s

through wide oceans, back home to you by wishingforrain (G) 1k

a quick little one-shot about how inej feels safe around kaz that is guaranteed to make you feel all warm and fuzzy

Between the Lines by unfortunate17 (M) 7.2k

5 times other people realized kaz was in love with inej + 1 time where he realized it himself

forever is the sweetest con by downn_in_flames (T) 2.3k

literally anything by this writer is my favorite, and this is no exception. just the quote “no i’m marrying inej for the tax incentives, the fact that i love her is entirely separate from the fact that kerch law favors married partners” tells you everything you need to know

Dirtyhands by feelinglikecleo (E) 2.3k

i think the title speaks for itself on this one. *wink wink nudge nudge* 10/10

die for you in secret by downn_in_flames (T) 5.3k

it’s another 5+1 no one is surprised!! 5 times kaz didn’t say what he was thinking + 1 time he did. this is definitely one of my favorites, and with the amount of times i’ve reread it it might be #1

it’s just a fantasy by buries (E) 7.7k

yes this is really just 7k of smut but it’s also just so in-character and i love how they write them!!

begin again by downn_in_flames (T) 2.4k

I SMILED THE ENTIRE TIME I READ THIS IT’S SO SOFT AND MAKES MY HEART SO HAPPY!! i love a good kanej kid fic and wholeheartedly believe that kaz would be such a good dad and love that kid so damn much (this is also the epilogue to treacherous, which i linked earlier!!)

It’s Something to Me by EdmundPevensiesQueen (T) 3.3k

kaz taking care of inej when she has debilitating cramps, this is so soft and i love it

canon divergent

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by Another_Local_Dreamer (T) 10.3k

Jordie lives fic! I absolutely love this one, it’s one that I read over and over again because it just makes me smile, I absolutely love how Jordie and Kaz are written.

full in all your veins by southslates (T) 1.5k

soulmate fics are my bread and butter, and this one is just so good

pick apart (the pieces of your heart) by midnights (N/A) 6.2k

the takes place in the universe of the show right after they get back to ketterdam and i’m obsessed with it

farmer kaz by cafatonin (G) 7k

the crows actually learning about kaz’s backstory isn’t a want, it’s a NEED!! a fic where everybody lives and no one dies!!

text fic

best of times, worst of crimes by clevernotbrilliant (T) 57/?

good ol’ college text fic, my one true love!! i usually don’t love oc’s in fics but i really love the character they created and how she fits into the crows!!

Nothing’s changed at all by whynotcherries (T) 64/?

the crows go to summer camp!! also jordie lives!!

Birds of a Feather Flock Together by laufeydottirs (T) 10/?

ofc i have to rec my own text fic :) if you squint you can see some plot, but it’s mostly just chaos

helnik

lover by lostinthelightss (T) 15/30

thirty (eventually) modern au oneshots that fill the helnik-shaped hole in my heart

[mizumiii]

Welcome - Part I

King Desha x Fem!Reader

Table of contents

Credit : Oreskis

Hello ! So there it is. I'm still not really sure about the setting of the story but you can think of it as in a happy future.

I'm French, so my English is still lacking but I hope you will still be able to enjoy it !

For now there is no warning but do not worry NSFW will happen, sonner rather than later ;)

Part I

"Next."

King Desha looked bored out of his mind or at least he was in his mind : his appearance was as serious as he needed. Every matter in his kingdom was important, however the day was growing old, and so was his patience.

"King Boji's emissary," the guard announced.

He kept his surprise for himself, feeling that maybe something would finally give him some fun. When his eyes found you, his mouth widened.

"You ! I remember you !" He growled, pointing at you with his scepter.

"I'm glad you remember me." You said without showing it on your face.

"What are you doing here ? Coming to settle our fight ?" He taunted you with a smirk. " Not that you stand a chance against me hehehe !"

"As glad as I would be to spare again with someone as good-looking as you, I'm in fact here as an emissary. "

"And for what purpose?" He asked you, his face darkening for a reason that eluded you.

"King Boji wants to unite your two kingdoms in every way possible, to allow each of them to enjoy their advantages. I have a letter from the king, his words are far better than mine despite his young age. "

You handed the letter to the guard who then presented it to the king. His face twisted in annoyance as his eyes traveled the page with attention. He stayed silent for a moment, thinking about his next move.

"How were you chosen to carry such a mission?" He finally asked.

"I was the only volunteer."

"Why?" His glare was studying you with deadly attention.

"We were interrupted last time, I thought it would be a good opportunity."

"You're quite the strange one…" He took some time to think but like the last time he saw you, there was not much to learn by looking at your face, which was as expressionless as ever. One could only admire your poker face : the only thing he could guess was that you had been in some incident or gruesome fight since your left eye was scared, and your left cheek burned. He thought about your last encounter, trying to seek more information.

*

“I heard some rukus down there, so I came to see what kind of garbage thinks it can attack the Bosse Kingdom...”

You slowly stepped down the stairs, only coming to a stop close to Domas. He was in bad shape against his opponent and there still was an army of golden warriors waiting downstairs. For now, they were waiting for orders. That one was standing in front of you, and even if he was a couple of stairs down, he was still as tall as you. You stopped talking to take a good look at him. His weapon was huge, but you had seen worse with King Bosse, he had a crown on top of his head, and his face was very unordinary.

“I take back what I said,” you corrected with a straight face “ you’re clearly too handsome to be garbage.”

“Are you not a bit too straightforward ?” the obviously king replied smugly while his own men looked at him in disbelief.

“Why ? I’m complimenting you. You have a really good face.”

“Is it your way to taunt your adversary ? You’ll need to do better. Well I guess that’s all a woman can do.”

You blinked, feeling rather unconcerned by his verbal attack.

“I don’t know what my gender has to do with it, but it seems my words are still not good enough. I guess we’ll need to satisfy ourselves with my sword.”

“Your clown of a mate could not even scratch me, you really think you can do better, eh ?”

“We’ll see that.”

The big man moved forward his empty hand, while his weapon stayed on his shoulders. You clenched your fingers around your sword’s guard, readying yourself for anything. All your senses were going crazy, something was definitely not right about that guy. You had already noticed his face, but now you began to think that he was maybe not human. His size, his gray skin, sharp teeth, yeah, maybe you should better be focusing on the fight rather than his appearance. No matter how attractive it was.

Suddenly, it was as if the world was holding his breath. You felt a draught on your forearms, giving you goosebumps. The next second you swiftly took a step aside and the lightning crashed right where you had just stood. You stared at the scortchedstones with a shocked smile.

“Lightning ? Really ? Can you stop becoming more interesting ?” You laughed.

“It’s unsettling to see it being dodge, even for the first time.” He commented looking gloomy despite his smirk. “We’ll just say that you were lucky.”

*

After that they had been interrupted by Boji himself and then Despa, his own brother, had advised him to retreat into the underworld. Still you had left a strange impression on him, and keeping you close might help him understand it.

"I accept you as King Boji’s emissary", he stated. "You will be treated with the respect given by your position, but should you abuse it, I will not hesitate to terminate you myself."

"Thank you King Desha."

You bowed awkwardly, but like a lot of things, you really sucked at it and the king began to laugh restrainlessly.

"Bwe Hehe ! Don't try it if you're so bad at it ! That's ridiculous."

"I'm trying my best here", you pointed back.

You had trained a lot for that moment, and felt dejected by his reaction.

"Try harder then !"

Like that you were dismissed, feeling a lot frustrated. That damn King, you would show him that you could totally be as human as it can be !

Two young maids guided you to your room. The castle was pretty huge but you were used to that kind of building since you had lived in Bosse’s castle for a long time. The blond maid was really quiet while the other brown haired did all the talking. They explained to you where to eat, where to put your clothes to get them cleaned, and all other kinds of things. Meanwhile you caught them sometimes interacting by sign language, which you managed to understand since you had seen your king use it many times. Once you were settled, they took their leave and you quickly signed goodbye. The blonde girl smiled happily, and answered back before leaving for good.

That little interaction gave you a pleasant feeling of home and you began to unpack your things with a small smile. You had no idea for how long you would live here, so you had just taken the minimum, hoping to buy anything when needed. For now, the day was ending, you had eaten on the road and were really beaten by all that traveling. So you quickly hit your new bed and fell asleep.

*

The next day, King Desha had not forgotten about you. However, he had a lot of work to do for the general maintenance of his kingdom before having the free time to give you any kind of attention. The morning quickly passed, and he took the way around to go eat. The training ground was not too far from the barracks, where the soldiers lived, ate, and slept. And often he would go there in order to keep in shape, or to watch their training, and even sometimes to eat with his men. He did not want to be a distant, condescending king. So right now, he was walking toward there for the sake of passing time, when he heard some excited voices. A tad curious, he came closer.

There were a lot of regular guards cheering on the side while a couple of the older ones were mixed with them. And in the middle of the area he saw the captain without his emblematic armor fighting against you. You only had a dark sports bra and your usual skinny pants. Both of you were sweating a lot, even without the sun, it was hot enough. You were using two short swords with such dexterity that they were like your arms’ extensions. Meanwhile the halberd in front of you did not seem to bother you that much. Desha found himself glaring at your movements, the way you were dodging and attacking was incredible. Not particularly strong or flashy, but you seemed to always feel the attacks and the opportunity. Almost instinctively.

In the end, you won your fight against the captain, it was just for fun so you did not take any pride in doing so. You were going to stop for the day, when a big shadow was cast on you.

"Dare to fight me, he ?"

"King Desha!"

You suddenly felt flustered and did an awkward bow.

"You're still so bad at it !" He laughed. "Just stop it if you can not do it properly !"

The anger took the best of you.

"Just show me how it is done then !"

"No. Nobody does that kind of thing around here."

"What ? But I thought…" You remembered the time spent with Hilling, teaching you how to behave in front of a king. All this for nothing ??

"Yeah no. Only your worth is important here. So are those things for show or can you use them ?" Desha had not an ounce of pity for you, he was mocking you.

"I can use them." You claimed between your teeth, taking position.

"Exactly what I wanted to hear…"

This time he looked more serious even if you could see that his eyes were still judging you. He wanted to know if you were a threat for his kingdom. And you wanted to show him your skills so he would acknowledge you, but also you did not want to scare him off. Since you were not human. You had already made a fool of yourself, you had to do better ! This was your chance !

Unlike last time, he only had a training sword as a weapon, but when he started to fight… You were so mesmerized that you almost forgot to dodge. That man held no hesitation, not a single movement was wasted and he also had no restrain. His style was ever changing, once playing dirty then using well-known tricks or famous techniques. You were out of breath, always dodging, coutering, attacking. You could sense his attacks only a split second before they fell upon you, but even that was not enough to take the lead. Still you were smiling without even thinking about it.

Desha had thought it would be easy, the last time at Bosse’s Castle had to be a lucky move from you. But each passing second made him realize that it was not the case at all. He was now sure that you were not a mere human, there was something else about you. Soon he found himself immersed in the fight. With his strength it was a rare occurrence : usually people could not keep up with him. At that instant he was not utterly serious, but enough to enjoy it. For a moment, he felt like he could still train with his brother Ouken. He was such a genius with his sword that they could spare almost equally. You were obviously not a genius with your swords, if Desha had to describe it, it was more like your weapons were slowing you down. Once he had noticed it, he immediately used his sword to skillfully snap them away from you.

You were so focused on the action that when your weapons hit the floor, you just rushed forward without hesitation. The king had not seen it coming, you made him fall on his back, your claws close to his throat, and your mouth opened on your big fangs, a low and threatening growl could be heard. Desha had fallen more by surprise than anything else, but when he saw your real apparence, he began to smirk pridefully.

“So that’s what you were hiding, eh.”

“Oh. I lost my cool.” You noticed. “But it’s your fault, your pretty face is making me.”

His smirk disappeared and he pushed you away, not violently but with excessive strength. However, you just thought that he was keeping proper his king’s image.

“Come with me.”

You nodded, and after picking your weapons, you followed him. The guards let you pass, and you notice that some were looking at you with a bit of surprise or even fear. You had not transformed in front of people for a very long time. And seeing their glare was giving you bad reminiscences. Anyway, you made yourself focus on what was to come and not what had already happened.

Desha led you to a rather spacious room. A big table had been dressed in the center with a lot of food on it.

“I thought you had forgotten about our arrangment” A blond man said.

You looked at him with curiosity, he was smaller than you, well dressed and groomed. He was really different from the other people you had seen around here, but his behavior was giving away his noble position.

“I encountered a short delay”, grumbled Desha while letting himself heavily drop on the biggest chair.

“I can see that”, he smiled playfully. “Brother, who is that charming lady ?”

“She’s the one I talked to you about,” Desha explained, already beginning to drink some ale.

“I see…” You felt as if the blond man was studying you across the table. “However, it’s a gigantic project, it’s gonna take a lot of time and thoughts.”

“That’s exactly why I need you Despa.”

Seeing that the two men were brothers and talking about your mission, you decided that you could as well have a seat rather than listening while standing. You were hungry, and since Desha had forgotten about you, you began to eat in silence.

“Before we begin to work with you,” Desha called out to you.

You stopped, a big juicy piece of meat dropping in front of your opened mouth. You looked at him without moving, grace nowhere to be found, making Despa laugh behind his hand.

“I understand that I deserve it,” he kept going while ignoring your behavior, “my face is my burden to shoulder, however I would appreciate that you quit your habits of always making fun of it.”

“I’m not making fun of it.” You replied a bit surprised by his request.

“As I just said”, he repeated looking angrier, “I know my face all too well, you will need to find something else to make fun of me.”

"I'm sorry, but I'll have to repeat myself too", you insisted, a bit annoyed that your words were distorted. "I really like your face, I find you handsome, that is not a joke."

Despa was sitting across you, and at Desha’s left, looking in turn at both of you with a mix of surprise and enjoyment. He already had a good understanding of what was happening, and now he could not wait to see how his brother would react.

“Stop it !” The king snapped, loudly hitting his fist on the table. “The fact that my face is the same as Satun’s is not a subject to jokes !”

“No you stop !” You said angrily. “I’m sorry if I’m not talking correctly, but I’m always telling my mind. And firstly, who’s that Satun ?!”

Really, that man knew how to trigger you ! You had spent a lot of time in Queen Hilling company to learn how to talk and behave properly around a king, specifically for your time here, and that specific royal was constantly belittling your efforts.

At least Despa was having a real good time, barely succeeding to hold onto his laugh.

“Satun was the previous cruel and despotic King of the Underworld”, he quickly explained, his face twitching because of his effort to stay cool. “As well as our father.”

“Still nothing”, you shrugged off. “Now that this misunderstanding has been cleared, can I keep speaking my mind ?”

Desha let himself fall again in his chair, he looked a bit dejected and flustered at the same time. You could even notice a little bit of pink on top of his ears.

“I guess it can't be helped then… But try not to embarrass me in front of my people”, he decided.

“I can live with that.”

At last, Despa burst into laughter, even falling on the floor, and looking about to die of hilarity.

“Have you no pride Despa ?” He asked furiously to his brother, obviously annoyed by his behavior.

“I'm sorry…” the blond man succeeded to apologize between two fits of laughter, making it obvious that he was not.

Meanwhile, you resumed eating, satisfied that the king had finally accepted that you were not talking rubbish about your tastes. However, it took a while longer for Despa to calm down, fortunately he achieved it before Desha decided to throw him out of his castle. The three of you kept eating, the mood much lighter than before.

Maybe coming here had been a good idea, you happily thought.

Thank you for reading ! I can't wait for Desha and Reader to be together hehe ! ;) (And don't bother with the title Idk why I chose it but now it stucked).

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[thejadecount]

villain aru shah headcanons?

Okay forgive me when I mention plotpoints and I get them a bit wrong, it’s bit a hot minute since I’ve last read the books, but I mostly remember a bunch of the points in the books where I got bitter and gave Aru permission to become an antagonist. Like, I was bitter in the second book, my god. And yes, you can consider this a strongly worded hate letter to any other Pandava stan and if you say Aru doesn’t deserve to have a villain arc I will physically fight you.

Anyways—

She’s your bitch okay? She’s down for murder. She’s quoting vines. She’s unironically getting them wrong to annoy the other Pandavas

Mini: Aru stop this isn’t you—

Aru: Oh cry me a table, Mini

You see she hates the Pandavas, but she also hates her dad. She hates everyone. So she just does fuck all

“Fuck you, fuck my dad and fuck the gods, I’m Aru Shah you goddamn idiot and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I’d like to think her villain arc would start in the second book, but it’s only her thinking these antagonistic thoughts, she really doesn’t do anything about them. She gets jealous and bitter but how different and unfair her life was compared to Mini and the others, but she keeps the same personality with them more or less.

It gets worse with the twins. They’re spoiled. They’re kind of brats. She starts getting into tiny, petty arguments with the others in their point of view, but reading in her perspective they’re completely understandable. Perhaps the arguments themselves are a bit ridiculous and overdramatic, but we can understand where it’s coming from.

And then comes her half-sister, and OH BOY this is when everything really starts taking off. Her dad’s trying to get her on his side every more because he knows. He knows Aru is so fed up with all the other Pandavas bullshit and he’s going to try.

Of course Aru isn’t an idiot. No, fuck her dad. She’s going to keep being a Pandavas to beat him of course. But once that’s done she’s out.

Soon enough, she’s a villain. She renounces the Pandavas and her sister, calls them and her mom out on all their bullshit, and just leaves. You don’t need school when you’re an antagonist. She knows 98% of what she’ll learn in that dump will be useless anyway.

She likes mostly annoying and do fuck-all to the Pandavas. You’d be surprised how quickly they’re willing to beat her ass. Of course, they’re failing, but that’s because Mimi still believes in Aru. She’s the only one who has truly appreciated Aru, and Aru respects that by not beating the shit out of her.

She has lightning powers. Her hands are tasers. If you want she could freely provide you a sample of what 3.1 million volts feel like being shot through your body.

I’d like to think she chills out more with Hindu mythological people, like nagas and the such. She has found out that they’re much more accepting and chaotic neutral.

Also, when she quickly makes her way to her villain arc, she finds out she is very much bisexual.

For a villain, she’s not one of the bad bad ones. Like, she’ll fuck up your day and maybe cause a rukus at the Night Bazaar. She might accidentally cause a few deaths here and there, but only a small percent of those were on purpose.

She mostly just hates the Pandavas. Fuck them. And the Gods too. But for the most part, as long as your not a demigod and you have a loose sense of morals, you’re on her decent side.

I’d like to think she’d try to raise a demon army like the Sleeper did to kill the Pandavas, once and for all.

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss

She is very good at insulting people. She has made demons cry. She is merciless.

No matter the circumstances, if some demon or some other antagonist goes up to her and tells her about literally any plan that may or may not include fucking over the Pandavas, you bet she’s in.

Over time, she gains the heterochromia from her father once she starts accepting her more demonic qualities. She hates it of course—fuck her dad—so she uses contacts. Not those stupid boring brown ones tho, no she’s going to make her eyes highlighter yellow to fuck with everyone and make their eyes bleed.

I’d like to think she very much blurs the line between chaotic neutral and chaotic evil.

If she were to meet canon Aru, she would surprisingly comfort her. She hates the fact that for some reason, this version of her is still with the Pandavas and on ‘the good side’, but she suspects it’s more the gods and Pandavas fault and her desperation for friends and validation than anything.

She’s a theatre kid, most definitely.

And to confuse her enemies she’s start singing in the middle of battle no warning.

Just imagine she’s fighting the Pandavas and all of a sudden she starts belting out every Hamilton song in existence.

She still has her weapon, the classic ping pong ball. But now she knows how to properly use it, it’s her most dangerous thing in her arsenal.

Like you know those scenes in cartoons where a character throws a bouncy ball and it starts bouncing around the entire room at mock speed and breaking almost everything? Imagine that, plus electricity.

Half the time she’s a devious, cunning villain. The other half—

“I have no idea what I’m doing and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

[coralcatsea]

Not-so salty number 6 and a spicy number 7 from the Salty Ask List!

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

Germany x England- I was grossed out by this because seeing the fandom's uwu little Arthur combined with super burly macho man Germany made me want to gag. At some point, I started to think about platonic interactions between them. I realised they could have an interesting relationship. I then began considering it more romantically, plus I found some actual good content of the two, and now it's one of my favourite ships.

Russia x America- I can't say I fully like this pairing, but I do have mixed feelings on it. I enjoy their reactions in a non-romantic sense and find them interesting, and I still can't see any romantic chemistry, but occasionally I'll find something good with the two, even if it is romantic. Like your RUKUS fics.

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

France x England. Saying I can't stand it is way too strong, because I still technically sort of like this ship. Sometimes. But this is the best answer I can give to the question, because this used to be one of my top ships, even my OTP at one point, and then it fell from grace for multiple reasons.

-At some point, it got hard to find France roleplayers, let alone ones that clicked with my England.

-I don't like a lot of the fandom's take on the whole Jeanne D'Arc thing, and I especially don't like having their headcanons forced on my muse.

-I just kind of lost interest in it? I see too much of the same type of portrayal that doesn't really appeal to me. I want more variety with how they're characterised.

-I've seen too many shippers who think they're morally superior to other shippers. Not all. But enough to leave a bad impression.

-Platonically intimate frenemies seems more fitting for their relationship.

On a more positive note, I believe it was my OTP back when I was roleplaying it with one of my closest friends. Our France and England got sucked into a world of Disney stories. I remember they ended up staying on Captain Hook's ship and he accidentally walked in on them undressing each other. Good times.

[iamvegorott]

Salt of the Sea Ch. 16

My Family

“So you caught a Siren, agreed to follow an entire group of them and two members of your crew have fallen in love with Sirens?” Celine asked.

“That’s one way to put it.” Dark sighed, pressing his forehead against the cold glass of his wine. Wilford and Damien were talking at the other side of the room while CJ and RJ had gone to town to visit a few friends, knowing when they were to get back.

“And you’re falling for one?” Celine laughed when Dark only groaned and tried to hide his face with his drink. “Let’s get some more wine in ya and then you’ll talk. But first-” Celine patted Dark’s knee before she stood up and called out. “Wilford, let’s meet your Siren.” 

“Absolutely!” Wilford went straight for the door and threw it open, leaving without waiting for anyone else. 

“When that man falls, he falls hard.” Damien chuckled. 

“He does.” Celine and Dark agreed. 

“We should have a group name.” Damien retrieved his cane that was leaning against the wall. 

“A group name?” Dark asked. 

“Yeah, like; ‘Wilford’s Lovers’ or something.” Damien started walking and stopped when Dark and Celine both broke out in loud laughter. 

“Absolutely not.” Celine looped her arm through Damien’s. “I don’t want that kind of a name with my brother.” 

“How much have you and Wilford already drank?” Dark teased from the other side of Damien. 

“Only a few.” Damien giggled. 

“A few mixed or a few straight?” Celine asked. 

“When is anything straight in this house?” Damien couldn’t keep an even face with that and the three of them were all laughing as they left the house.

“I’m gone for what, a minute, and you’re all having fun without me?” Wilford asked, having already gathered Anti and JJ. 

“These are the Sirens?” Celine asked, passing by Wilford and stepping up to Anti. “They look almost human.” 

“Magic,” Anti said. “We’re using magic to have legs.” JJ nodded in agreement as Anti spoke. 

“The markings are a dead giveaway though.” Damien chuckled. 

“We just say it’s paint.” Anti shrugged. “Only Hunters would...yeah.” 

“I get it.” Celine flashed a friendly smile and turned towards Wilford. “So, are we getting introductions?” 

“Ah! Yes, yes.” Wilford wrapped an arm around JJ’s shoulders and JJ went stiff, cheeks flushing a slight pink. “This right here is JJ, the best Siren of the group.” JJ slapped at Wilford’s chest while using the other hand to sign. 

“He’s telling him to shut up.” Anti translated. 

“You must be Anti then,” Celine said. 

“The one and only.” Anti giggled. 

“I get it.” Celine nudged Dark’s arm with an elbow. 

“You get nothing.” Dark huffed while Anti raised a brow. 

“I’m Damien.” Damian held a hand out towards Anti took it with both of his hands and shook them. “Close enough.” Damien chuckled. “And I have many questions for you.” He added to JJ, who went stiff. “I want to know all about your communication style.” That got JJ to relax and smile. 

“Come in, come in.” Celine gestured towards the house. “I want to hear everything.” She said with a giggle. JJ and Anti both looked at Dark. 

“It’s her house.” Dark sighed and watched the two perk up and rush in. 

“Can’t enter a home space without permission,” Wilford explained.

“How interesting.” Damien hummed as he, Dark, Wilford, and Celine went right back into the house.

x~x~x

“We should probably find the others and head back to the sea,” Anti said as he and JJ stood, their cups of offered wine left untouched. Several hours had passed at that point. CJ and RJ had returned and both fell asleep almost as soon as they sat down. 

“That’s our cue to head back to the ship then.” Dark went to stand, wobbled, and was pulled back down on the couch by Celine. 

“You’re drunk,” Celine stated.

“I’m not drunk.” Dark rolled his eyes.

“Tipsy.” Wilford and Damien both corrected. 

“And tipsy Dark can’t be on a ship.” Celine giggled a little. 

“Drunk Dark can.” Wilford laughed. “Drunk Dark is hilarious on a ship.” 

“I said we’re not spending the night and we’re not-”

“Are you really going to wake the boys just to take them away from their mother so soon?” Celine asked and Anti saw the shift in Dark’s face as he looked at CJ and RJ. “Let them sleep in their beds tonight, let me wake them and give them a proper goodbye.” 

“Okay,” Dark said softly. “We’ll stay the night.” 

“Thank you,” Celine said with a smile. 

“Let’s get the buggers up to bed and let the crew know the change of plan,” Wilford grunted as he stood. 

“We can do that,” Anti said. “We’re going to see them as we find our pod.” 

“We’ll see your beautiful faces in the morning then.” Wilford winked. 

“Good night.” Anti made eye contact with Dark and Dark flashed an awkward smile before looking away. JJ waved at Wilford as he and Anti left the house. 

“Are we leaving?” RJ’s voice was hoarse. 

“We’re spending the night, bud.” Wilford walked over and crouched down, picking up the still sleeping CJ. 

“Good.” RJ followed Wilford out of the room. 

“I’ll tidy up a bit and you and Dark can get the extra blankets and pillows,” Damien said. 

“Yes, sir.” Celine did a mock salute and she and Dark left the room as well. 

“Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to help him?” Dark asked when they were out of hearing range. 

“You can’t argue with pride, Dark.” Celine opened the door to her bedroom and walked in. 

“You’re right.” Dark sighed. 

“Cheer up.” Celine reached into a closet and tossed a pillow at Dark. “You’re home for the night, relax.” 

“I’m not sure if ‘home’ is the right word.” Dark watched the pile of blankets and pillows grow on the bed. 

“Home is whatever and wherever or even whoever you want it to be,” Celine went to the bed and jumped on top of the pile. “Lay down with me.” Dark just shook his head with a small smile and plopped down next to Celine. “Tell me, how’s it been and you know what I’m talking about.” 

“We saw Hunters,” Dark said bluntly. “It wasn’t him.” He quickly added.

“Good, the boys don’t need that in their lives.” 

“The youngest of the Sirens, Robbie, I’m pretty sure I watched his mother be killed.” 

“How do you know that?” Celine turned her head and saw Dark’s face. “An episode, wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah.” Dark chewed on his lip. Celine gestured with her hand and Dark knew what that meant. He rolled over to his side and curled up against Celine’s. Celine ran a hand through Dark’s hair. 

“He’s a bastard.” 

“You’re right.” There was a pause as Celine continued to play with Dark’s hair. “Should I tell the Sirens?” 

“About seeing the death of a mother?” 

“Do they need to know?” 

“I’m sure they’re well aware. They’re Sirens, they know how Hunters are.” 

“I said get the blankets and pillows, not make a nest of sorts,” Damien said as he came into the room. “Wait.” Damien recognized the position. “Is everything okay?” 

“Hunters,” Celine answered. 

“Was it-”

“No.”

“Thank, God.” Damien sighed and went over to the bed as well, laying himself down on the other side of Celine, adjusting so he was on his back with his hip at a comfortable angle. “I like being in ignorance of thinking that he’ll never be in our lives again.” 

“Ignorance is bliss.” Celine sighed. 

“You’re having a cuddle pile without me?” Wilford was at the door now, a hand on his chest. “Make room for the master.” Wilford chuckled and crawled up on the bed. “Watching the hip, watching the hair,” Wilford spoke as he nuzzled himself between Damien and Celine, Dark sitting up and moving away. “Here we go.” Wilford wrapped one arm around Celine and the other around Damien. “Come on, Darky, you know where your favorite spot is.” Wilford chuckled as Dark glared at him for a moment before rolling his eyes and laying himself on top of Wilford’s chest. “Perfect.” 

“You are definitely something, Wilford,” Celine said as she pulled out a few loose blankets. 

“I’m loved, that’s what I am.” Wilford hummed as Celine covered Dark with one of the blankets. 

“You’re a pain in the ass.” Damien caught the blanket Celine tossed over to him. 

“I’m that as well.” Wilford’s agreement got all four of them to laugh. 

“At least he admits it.” Dark lightly tapped Wilford’s chest as Celine and Damien got comfortable under blankets as well. 

“What do you think the others got up to?” Wilford suddenly asked. 

“We’ll ask in the morning.” Dark already had his eyes closed. 

“Aw, is someone all tuckered out?” Wilford teased. 

“Wil. I am literally inches away from being able to hurt you very badly with my knee.” Dark warned. 

“I’ve had worse.” Wilford shrugged. 

“Go to sleep.” 

“Yes, sir.”

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[asma-al-husna]

Allah calls Himself Al-Qayyoom— The Sustainer, The Self-Subsisting— on three occasions in the Quran. Al-Qayyoom is the One who is self-existing while every being exists through Him and because of Him. He is completely free of any dependence on anything else, while the whole creation depends entirely on Him!

The Self-Existing, The All-Sustaining

Qayyoom comes from the root qaaf-waw-meem, which points to five main meanings. The first meaning is to stand or to rise up. The second main meaning is to be or begin, the third to be ongoing and to exist. The fourth main meaning is to be founded or to be built on and the fifth is to manage and to make right.

This root appears 660 times in the Quran in 22 derived forms. Examples of these forms are qaamoo (“they stand”), aqeemoo (“establish”), istaqaamoo (“remain firm”), al qawma (” the people”) and al qiyaamah (“the Resurrection”).

Al-Qayyoom comes always in combination with the beautiful name Al-Hayy in the Quran, with Al-Hayy referring to the attribute of everlasting life and Al-Qayyoom signifying the attribute of self-existing life. Al-Qayyoom is the One who established Himself on His own and is the foundation upon which all things exist. He is the One who sustains and manages the complete creation and at the same time is without any need of any type of sustenance Himself!

Al-Qayyoom Himself says: . . . Allah – there is no deity except Him, the Ever-Living, the Sustainer of [all] existence [Quran,2:255] And [all] faces will be humbled before the Ever-Living, the Sustainer of existence. And he will have failed who carries injustice [Quran, 20:111]

The beautiful concept of qiyaam

Al-Qayyoom is among the greatest of the names of Allah ‘azza wajal and its origin is the word al-qiyaam. From this root a few of the most important concepts of Islam evolve. The iqaamah, is the call just before the obligatory prayer is established. In our prayer we recite the Quran in the standing position (qiyaam); we do not recite Quran in the sitting position, nor during our ruku (bowing), nor during our prostration. Great importance has the night prayer for the believer, which is referred to as qiyaam ul layl. True believers are adorned with istaqaamah (to remain firm) on the straight path of Islam (siraatul mustaqeem) and ultimately we will all be brought in front of Al-Qayyoom on the Day of Standing, Yawm ul Qiyaamah.

How Can You Live By This Name?

1. Establish salah.

Aqeemoo as-salah! Al-Qayyoom instructs you many times in the Quran to establish the prayer. But do you really establish your salah in your daily life, or do you fit your prayers around your daily routine?  One of the sahaabah asked: “What is the thing that Allah loves most?” The Prophet said: “The thing that Allah loves most is when his people pray salah on time.” [Al-Bukharee] Fit your daily activities around your salah and not your salah around your daily activities. Focus on praying your salah on time for a week and see the difference in your emaan!

2. Recite surah Al-Ikhlaas often.

This surah contains a beautiful description of Allah, His Oneness and His self-existing and sustaining attributes . The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam heard a man reciting ‘Qul huwa Allaahu ahad,’ and said, “It is his right.’ They asked, ‘O Messenger of Allaah, what is his right?’ He said, ‘Paradise is his right.’ [ Ahmad] He salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam also said: “Whoever recites Qul huwa Allaahu ahad ten times, Allaah will build for him a house in Paradise.” [Saheeh al-Jaami’ al-Sagheer] So recite it whenever you can: whenever you have a spare moment, fill it with recitation of surah al-Ikhlaas!

3. Help sustain the needy.

The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam said: If you love the poor and bring them near you . . . Allah will bring you near Him on the Day of Resurrection.[At-Tirmidhi]

4. Humble yourself.

We have no reason to ever be arrogant, and this name should humble us.  When you were born your parents needed to do everything for you; you could not even sit by yourself. As you grow, developing your intellect and body, you become less dependent on your parents. Then your body and mind start decreasing in strength, and you go back to the beginning where others need to take care of you again. Even when you feel strong, still remember you are completely dependant on Al-Qayyoom.

5. Help in the cause of Islam.

Even though Al-Qayyoom does not need any of us, nor does He need food, drink or sleep, He made you a beautiful promise in the Quran: O you who believe! If you “help Allah,” He will help you. [Quran, 47:7] This means you should do your best to help in the cause of Allah’s Deen, for Al-Qayyoom is the One Who is in full charge of all things. Ask Him to make you of those who help the Deen by spreading the message of the Quran, teaching and helping others.

6. Think about the Day of Standing.

The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam said, You will surely stand before Allah, no screen between Him and you, no interpreter to translate for you. Then He will say, ‘Did I not bring you wealth?’ He will say, ‘Yes.’ Then He will say, ‘Did I not send you a Messenger?’ He will say, ‘Yes.’ Then he will look to his right and left and see nothing but Hell. So protect yourselves from it even with half a date (in charity), and if not then with a kind word. [Al-Bukharee] Daily remind yourself about this moment and make sure you do a deed of charity each day, even if it’s a kind word to someone!

7. Stand in the night.

The best prayer after the obligatory ones is the night prayer [Muslim]. Abu Sulaimaan Ad-Daaraanie said, Those who pray in the night enjoy when they are observing their night prayer more than what the people of pastime and fun enjoy from their pastime. If not because of the night, I would not have loved to remain in this world.  When Umar was dying, he said I do not grieve on anything of this life except the night prayer. Some people think only those who have strong emaan can pray and they are not good enough, but in fact qiyaam ul layl is the opportunity for those who feel far away from Allah to become closer to Him, so go for it and motivate others to gain extra reward!

Wallahu ta’alaa ‘alem.

O Allah, Al-Qayyoom, we know that You are the One who is self-existing and sustaining all.  Bless us with humility in our worship and dealing with others and make us of those who help the needy and strive in the cause of Islam. Guide us in truly establishing the prayer in our lives, enable us to practice qiyaam ul layl, often make us remember standing before You and give us a longing to meet You and actions that bring us closer to You, ameen!

[basicsofislam]

BASICS OF ISLAM : Salah ( Ritual Prayer in Islam ) : Learn How to Pray

Steps

1. Prepare for prayer.

Preparing for prayer includes cleaning yourself, wearing clean clothes, and finding a clean and pure place to pray.

Perform the Wudu, or the Ghusl, depending on your requirement. You must perform the Ghusl if you have had sexual intercourse, after discharge of other ‘sexual’ fluids, and after a woman has completed her menstrual cycle.

Wear clean clothes. Men should cover at least the part of their body between the navel and the knees, but it is preferable to wear a (preferably long sleeved) shirt.

The lower garment must extend to below the knees, but must be above the ankles.

Pray in a clean place. The place where you pray must be clean and pure. If you are not sure whether the ground is clean or not, spread a clean cloth over it.

2. Stand to face the Qibla.

The Qibla is the direction towards the Kaaba. Some compasses modified for this purpose are now available. Many hotel rooms also have the Qibla direction marked somewhere on the roof. You must be looking towards the spot where your head will touch the ground during the Sajdah and your feet must be evenly spaced.

3. Make the intention to pray.

You do not need to say it out loud, but you need to know which prayer of the day you are performing, what will be the type of the rakaat, and the number of rakaats. An example would be to think

“I will perform 2/4 rakaat farz/sunnat/nafil of the fajr/zuhr/asr/maghrib/isha/ prayer”.

4. Perform the Takbiratul Ihram.

This starts the prayer. Raise your hands, palms facing forwards, up till your ear lobes (or to your shoulders if you are a woman), and say الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar = God is The Greatest).

5. Perform Qiyam.

Qiyam is where you stand up, your hands folded across your chest, and recite the Surah Al Fatiha and another short portion of the Qur’an.

Stand up straight, with your hands folded. Your right hand should be over your left, and they should overlap till the wrists only. Men place their folded hands below their navel, and women at chest level(Three of the Sunni schools of Islamic law: the Hanafi, Shafi’i and Hanbali groups pray with their hands folded. Malikis pray with their arms at their sides. If you are a Shia, stand with your arms at your sides.)

Recite Surah Al-Fatihah. Your voice can be audible to yourself, but if it is not, thinking the prayer perhaps in your brain or mind is also a valid method. Recite a short portion of the Qur’an. It is helpful to have memorized small surahs of the Qur’an by heart. The last of the 30 parts of the Qur’an contains many small surahs that are easy to memorize. Commonly recited surahs are Surah Al-Ikhlas, Surah Al-Falaq, Surah Al-Nas, and Surah Al-Kafirun.

6. Perform Ruk’u.

The ruku is basically a bow. You unfold your hands and bow, then placing your hands on your knees. Your back should become parallel to the ground. It is essential to completely bow, not just tilt your body at 45° to the vertical. Say الله أَكْبر (Allahu Akbar) as you perform this step. When you are in ruku, recite سبحان ربى العظيم (Subhan rabbi alAdheem – All praise to Allah, the Great) thrice.

7. Rise up.

Rise from the bow, while reciting “Sam’i Allahu liman hamidah(Allah listens to those who praise Him) then ربنا لك الحمد (Our Lord, to You is due all praise).

8. Perform Prostration.

Say الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar) and prostrate, placing your forehead, palms, and knees on the ground. The bases of both feet’s fingers need to touch the ground. Your forehead must be bare – a covered forehead invalidates prayer. Recite سبحان ربى الأعلى (Subhan rabbi alAla – Glory be to my Lord, the Most high) thrice. A woman’s elbows may touch the ground, but men must keep their elbows raised above the ground.

9. Rise to a sitting position, saying الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar).

When you are in this position, you must keep your eyes at your lap. Men turn up the heel, and bend the toes, of the right foot. Women keep both their feet, soles up, under their body.

10. Prostrate again, saying الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar).

The second prostration is identical to the first one.

11. Rise up to proceed to the next raka’at, saying الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar).

The second raka’at is identical to the first one up till the second prostration, but without the Takbiratul Ihram.

Perform the Tasyahhud at the end of the second raka’at. After the second prostration, stay in a sitting position and recite the Tashahhud (also known as Tahiyat) and then the Salawat

Atta-hiyyatu lillahi was-salawatu wat-tayyibatu As-salamu ‘alaika ayyuh-an-Nabiyyu wa rahmat-ullahi wa barakatuhu As-salamu ‘alaina wa ‘alaa ‘Ibaadillah-is-salihin. Ash-hadu-al-la-Ilaha illAllahu wa ash-hadu anna Muhammadan ‘abduhu wa Rasuluh.

All worships – oral, physical and momentary – are for Allah. Allah’s peace be upon you, O Prophet, and His mercy and blessings. Peace be on us and on all righteous servants of Allah. I bear witness that there is no god but Allah, and I bear witness that Muhammad is His Servant and Messenger.

If you are performing only two raka’ats, then this is the last raka’at. After saying the Tasyahhud and the Salawat, say the Durud,

اللهم صلى على محمد وعلى آل محمد كما صليت على إبراهيم وعلى آل إبراهيم

و بارك على محمد وعلى آل محمد كما باركت على إبراهيم وعلى آل إبراهيم فى العلمين إنك انت الحميد المجيد

(Allahuma sali ala Muhammad wa ala Aali Muhammad kama saliet ala Ibrahim wa ala Aali Ibrahim ennak hameed majeed, wa barik ala Muhammad wa ala Aali Muhammad kama barakta ala Ibrahim wa ala Aali Ibrahim ennak hameed majeed) then recite allahumma inne zalamtu nafsi zulman kasira wala yagfiru junuba inna anta fagfirulu magfiratam min indika war hamni inna kala gafirur rahimand

Then complete the prayer by looking over your right shoulder (where the angel who records your good deeds is) and saying the Salaam السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته and then looking over your left shoulder (where the angel who records your wrongful deeds is) and saying the same.

12. If you are performing more than two raka’ats,

Do not say the Durud or the Salaam, but rise after saying the Tasyahhud and Salawat and proceed to the next raka’at. The third raka’at is performed just like the first one, and you rise directly after the second prostration without saying the Tasyahhud or Salaam, unless it is your last raka’at. After your last raka’at, complete the prayer after the second prostration by reciting the Tasyahhud, Salawat, Durud, and Salaam, as described in the step above.