#i JUST REALIZE WE NEVER DO THEM PROPER IN THIS VERSE

[lunaetis]

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─「ديهيا」─  there was something calming about being in his presence, something that was almost innate in the FLAME-MANE's core that his touch brought a sense of serenity. that was why she didn't realize she had his palm pressed to one side of her cheek, and her eyes closed to absorb the warmth that came from the touch itself. it was silent, wordless, yet not dimming in that INTIMACY before she realized she had almost dozed off from the touch alone.

                " ah, i'm sorry — " realizing she still had his hand in hers, the flame lioness slowly released it from her grasp, letting out an almost bashful chuckle from the back of her throat. " your touch calms me down. " she admitted, having no reason to keep that truth from him. after all, he was the one who SAVED her, so it was that sense of belonging she couldn't help feeling around him.

[matchaxberries]

Hii I'd like to request Omega verse AU with alpha!Sun and alpha!Moon from fnaf x omega!reader smut. Readers gender doesn't matter so do what is easier for you. It can br headcanons or drabble, thank youu

Sun and Moon Omegaverse Headcanons

Alpha!Sun and Moon x Omega!Reader

Headcanons/Drabbles, Requested, NSFW (smut), Omegaverse!AU

Summary: Alpha!Sunrise and Alpha!Moondrop Omegaverse headcanons/drabbles with Omega!Reader. :3

Warnings: Reader with female anatomy, gender neutral pronouns used, marking, nicknames, feminine compliments, breeding, creampie, praise, degradation, unprotected penetration, predator/prey dynamic in Moon’s, Moon is aggressive, Moon is rough.

(A/N) Hey anon! Random fact, we have a Sun/Moon Pinterest board with 2,000 something pins. :3 I’m excited to write this for you! I’m not sure if you want them separate, or together, so I’ll have a section for Sunrise, then Moondrop. (Still in the shared body, just separate sections for when each is out.) I gave a few somewhat headcanons, then a little drabble about them. :3

𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮☀️

He’s much softer than his counter-part, I think that’s a given. He’s so happy (y/n) chose them as their alpha. He would never let any harm come to them.

He likes to mark them all over their chest, playing with it very gently as he’s kissing all over them, leaving those small bruises he likes to see.

He and Moon still share a body of course, he can’t take all of the fun. (Think of them like a system :3) He can always feel Moon lingering in the back of his mind, jealous he can’t be the one pleasing their pretty omega.

“(Y/n)?” Sun will question, as they’re panting and whining under him. “Are you okay?” He will continue, not realizing even just his scent is enough to drive (y/n) wild. While he’s toying with their nipples and leaving bruises, his scent becomes thicker with his own arousal.

When he’s aroused, he is aroused. There is no mistaking the tent in his pants, the thick air around him. He’s grinding himself against his omega, begging them to let him fill them up.

“Please let me breed you. I want to see you filled up with my cum, I want to stuff you full.” He will whine at them, continuing his grinding.

He uses soft, and cute nicknames for his omega. Things like, “sunshine”, and “pretty.”

His favorite position with his omega is likely just missionary, he wants to see their face while rutting into them, he wants to see himself entering their hole, and see the small bulge in their stomach form from how deep he’s hitting.

He feels a bit vanilla overall though, except the breeding, and excessive praise from him. He might throw in punishments though if they’re bad.

“Sunshine, you know I won’t let you finish if you’re acting like a brat.” He will pout at them, running his hands through their hair softly.

“(Y/n), you’re so pretty. You’ll look even prettier stuffed full with my seed, please let me will you?” He will ask, while thrusting himself in and out of their tight heat. They can’t give a proper reply, the stimulation too much, gripping Sun’s shoulders. They’ll plea weakly, begging to be knotted by the blonde attendant. Sun can smell their arousal, he can feel it. He’s intoxicated by their scent, it’s so sweet to him, it makes him ache from base to tip.

He will bottom out all the way into them, pressing a hand lightly on their stomach to feel his own bulge hitting against their stomach. (Y/n) let’s out choked sobs, digging their nails into Sun’s shoulders, tears pricking their eyes, running down their face. Sun will give a small frown, “don’t cry, pretty. I don’t want to hurt you, I just know you’ll be so cute stuffed full for me, for me and Moon. You’ll make such good pups for us, you’re so good.” He will continue to praise them, all while continuing his thrust. (Y/n) has already finished a few times, it’s too much for them and their aching cunt.

Though, Sun’s thrusts finally become sloppy, he presses all the way into them, pushing their legs up to make the position easier. His dick twitches inside of them, coming undone and releasing his seed deep in their womb. His dick will begin to swell, ever so slightly. He will pull his precious omega into his lap, wrapping his arm around them as they choke back small sobs. He will keep himself inside of them for a while, not to hurt them while pulling out, and so his cum will stay stuffed into them deep. He rubs circles into their back, “you do so well (y/n), you take your alpha so well.”

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓹🌙

Please. I’m soaked. This guy is relentless, he’s rough and kinky. The opposite of his bright and cheery counter.

He is rough with (y/n), aggressive. “You’re my omega, you know that hmmm?” He will pull at their hair, forcing them to look him in the eye.

He will study the marks Sun has left on them, with a small scoff. “Do you think those are anything? I’ll show you how well you deserve to be marked.” Which, also is sort of sweet? He does want the best for (y/n).

He doesn’t want anything to hurt them, except himself that is.

He likes their thighs for marking. He bites hard, and bruises hard. Far harder than Sun.

Sometimes he likes to make a game out of it, he wants to hunt you down like predator and prey, “My sweet star, I can smell you…” he will hum out, creeping around the house wherever they’re hiding. He can smell the fear, he can sense the arousal from his little omega.

He has quite the variety of nicknames for (y/n), including “my star” and “my prey”

His favorite position is all of the above, if he wants it he wants it now, he doesn’t care what his prey is doing, he’s taking them from behind, taking them in the shower, over a table, it doesn’t matter to him.

His thrusts are aggressive, fast, overwhelming. The tears that flow from (y/n)‘s eyes just keeps him going even more.

A small hum sounds from Moon as he creeps around the house, “(y/n), I can smell you…” he begins. (Y/n) stays as quiet as possible in their spot under their shared bed, their heart beating against their chest. They watch as his feet step around the room, stopping by the edge of the bed. (Y/n) holds their breath, hoping their scent of fear and arousal doesn’t lead him right down to them. But, they also hope it does.

Moon’s face suddenly appears with a sadistic grin in front of (y/n). “Found you.” He reaches his hand under the bed, grabbing (y/n) and dragging them out. He throws them on the bed above, climbing to rest over top of them, one hand holding their arms above their own head. He takes his free hand to trace a finger lightly over their cheek, then grabs them by the jaw roughly. He makes sure they keep eye contact with him, holding their jaw stiff. “You know the punishment for me finding you, don’t you?” He softly smiles, but it quickly turns into a smirk when (y/n) begins to move around, trying to get from his grip. “Don’t be a brat, your punishment will just get worse.”

(Y/n)’s legs shake under Moon, his thrusts becoming too much. “Please-“ they begin, gripping the sheets under them until their knuckles are turning white. “It’s t’ much-“ they moan out, Moon only takes this as his opportunity to fuck into their burning cunt harder. “Don’t cum, (y/n). You know the rules.” Each time they’ve gotten close to their release, he pulls out and will only rub his own length against them. They have quite a long night ahead of them, but they know in the end Moon will cave, and let them finish around his cock while he pumps them full of his own seed. Moon knows this too, in the back of his mind.

Word count: 1,194

Character count: 6,403

(A/N 2) Sorry this took me a bit to upload, I had written a part for it but it didn’t end up saving. 3: So I had to redo it, and it took me a little bit to remember what I wrote and to get the motivation back. I wish it saved, because it was a lot better than what I had written out now. I hope it still suffices. :3

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The Dragon's Mistress (15.2)

15.2. The End of the Beginning

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Summary: Some things unravel, other issues find this ties

Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, death, mentions of blood, death of a monarch, might miss some warnings, you know what this it

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount:  2.8k

Notes: muahahaha this is it people! I didn’t even realize I was so close to the end until this! a final chapter! then a good epilogue. THIS WAS IT

“It was a dangerous move”, he warned

“But it worked”, said Corlys, “he is letting her go”

“You poisoned her”, he continued

“She was never in real danger, a little nose bleeding, a day of unconsciousness”, he said, “If I wanted to truly hurt her, I would have used some common poison, and not take months to find the proper one, to give her a good scare”, he murmured, looking into the flames, “I would never hurt her, or the baby within her”

“When are we leaving?”, he asked then

“First thing tomorrow”, he continued, “and you are coming with us”, Steffon smiled, relieved, “but then, I will return, after I make sure she is safely within out allies and friends, this isn’t over, this had only just begun”, Steffon smiled, knowingly, he then teached with his hands and the guard received the items he gave him, “you know what to do with these before we leave”, Seteffon nodded,  “oh, one more thing…”

“Yes?”

“Do we still have supporters in Harrenhal?”, he asked with a hint of a smile, almost knowing the answer

“The strongest of our allies reside in the Riverlands, they still hold big grudges against Aemond for burning their fields during the war”

“Perfect”, he said simply, “I´m afraid I’ll need them to burn one last thing before we are done”

Aemond was a complicated man

From the very beginning he tried to keep up to his word, since he was a young boy the thing that mattered to him the most was his honor, especially after witnessing his brother lose it so quickly in wine and whores.

He trained with the sword, he assisted to all his Valyrian lessons until he was fluent in the language of his ancient house, he took classes and read all volumes of history and philosophy in the greatest Library of the realm, the one in the Red Keep

He was a devoted son, and brother, and Prince, never arguing with his grandfather or mother, always doing what he was told

He rode the biggest dragon in the world

He was the perfect prince, a gentleman

Until, she was denied of him

When Queen Alicent had refused Princess Rhaenyra’s proposal of betrothed Helaena with Jacaerys, he thought…

Now is my turn

To take my sweet niece to wife, and put a solution to all the problems of the realm and within the family

He was the one to do it

He wanted to, his niece was the perfect Princess, well versed in history and poetry, rider of a fearsome dragon, and a beauty without comparison.

She was his retribution for everything, the price he had won with his efforts

But he was denied of that too, his brothers took his eye, humiliated him, and Rhaenyra took her from him

He could never forgive her

She, the perfect princess, was going to do what was told, and she was betrothed to Lord Cregan Stark 

No, you belonged with him

You were the only thing he has ever wanted, and the Kingdoms knew it when he burned the Riverlands and entire armies, only to get to you.

And he finally had you

But like they say…

... But some little birds cannot be caged, their souls begin to wither and suddenly they no longer want to sing ...

He wanted you, but you did not wanted him

He thought he could live with it, he had enough love for the both of you, he had enough desire, enough power, to keep you by his side.

But he didn’t

If you didn’t love him back, it didn’t matter what he did, he believed, you were his and that was enough

But it doesn’t work that way.

Now he had a lump in his throat as he saw the servants and guards put all your things in coffers

He had yielded

He was sending you away

He still didn’t understand why you didn’t love him back, as you tried to hide your happiness, but couldn’t

You were happy to leave him

This is what you wanted all along

So he found himself desperate again

He grabbed you in his arms, kissed all over your face, and whispered in your ear

“I will not stop until I find who did this to you”, he whispered, “when I do, I will bring you back to me”, you took too long to answer, concocting a lie in your pretty head, he could see the wheels turning 

“I hope so, my King”, you said faintly

“And when you return, there is only going to be you, no other, no other Queen”, he said, to see your reactions

“I will not wish for you to harm anyone”, you warned, oh, you, always so concerned

For when Floris expelled the babe from her belly… her days were numbered 

He was losing you, he didn’t like that.

He never realized he never had you in the first place

He would never admit it, but a tiny tear escaped his eye when he saw your ship sail away. Thankfully no one saw him, as a loud roar was heard front he skies and suddenly the entire harbor was overcome by a huge shadow, Aemond looked up to see your ever faithful dragon flying above your ship, following his rider home.

His face twisted in rage because he had commanded your dragon to be chained to the pit, clearly, the people he had sent had no luck containing the beast, apparently. 

Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor

A Dragon is not a slave 

Aemond turned around to see Floris, cradling her belly

He was weak a couple of times, and that was the result, he thought bitterly. They lends him a hand, he played it, he played it wrong

But he did not have any time to worry, to cry for your loss, to punch the walls in anger for what others in the dark where still making him do.

A week after your departure…

Aegon died

He exhaled his last breath in a heave of puss and blood, and that is how the man that what going to be known as “Aegon the Usurper” was gone from this earth, taken by the stranger. 

He detested his brother, that was no secret, but there was a day he didn’t.

Some years ago, Aegon was only his brother, his oldest brother, a bit drunk, and a whore, but he was only his brother, and that is when Aemond loved him, he had helped him usurp his sister, because he loved him, and his sister and his family, and he thought that was the way to keep everyone safe

Perhaps he had been wrong

But Aemond didn’t have the strength, nor the luxury of thinking about that, he didn’t dare.

It was what it was 

His mother, Alicent, cried silently as the silent sister worked on Aegon’s body, covered his sick and twisted body with gauze and so many oils and ointments to try and cover the stench, finally, they placed the crown of the conqueror over his covered body.

He had not been the King in a while now, so the ceremony was short, but dignified thanks to his mother, but as like Viserys before him, nobody really payed attention to the burial, but rather, his own coronation

He had been acting like prince regent for a while now, but no matter, the ceremony was great, held in the throne room, instead of the Dragon Pit like Aegon’s had been, other lords of all over the Kingdoms had not been invited, they were only notified of the death of Aegon, and the coronation of Aemond.

Aegon had died, now, he was King, and you were not by his side when Criston placed the crown over his head, he looked around the room, looking for you, expecting to see you there smiling shyly, but he couldn’t find you anywhere, he could finally crown you Queen of the Seven Kingdoms in all your right

But you were not there 

The day

The most important day of his life, and you were nowhere to be found. 

He wanted to cry

He wanted to throw himself into his bed and weep

Only Floris was there, standing by the last step of the Throne, looking up at him triumphantly 

He wanted to throw up

But he couldn’t show it, for everybody in that room, for all those lickspitters and flatterers, they had won, it was him. Aemond, the right choice, the right brother

The one that studied history and philosophy, the one that trained with the sword, the one that rode the largest dragon in the world

The one who had wed two Queens, that now were with his children in her bellies,  the one that worn the conqueror’s crown and held the conqueror’s sword

All the symbols of…

For fucks sake

His grandfather would have been proud

That is what everyone in that room saw, the perfect King

That is who everyone greeted at the banquet afterwards, to the King, the Baratheon Queen, and his mother, the loved Dowager Queen Mother, Alicent Hightower

The court seemed at peace 

But it seemed like the peace before the storm

As the feast was raging on, Corlys Velaryon entered the room with the remains of his family, nephews and far off cousins, but impressive nonetheless

He barely nodded to the new anointed monarch, and sat close beside him, at the side of Floris

“You must be pleased to know, your grace, that your Queen is safe, at the palace we discussed”, he said triumphantly, knowingly souring the mood of everyone at the table, “she send her bests, and wishes to be present in this joyous occasion, sadly that cannot be”

“I agree Lord Corlys, soon, it shall all be well again, and I can have my Queen back at my side”, Corlys smiled, and raised his cup at the King, which he answered back, at the scowl of the Queen, and the frown of Floris

Aemond smiled, more confidently now, he was King now

Now, he was settled in power, with two heirs on the way, he was settling on the charge, he had vanquished one of his most powerful enemies while on power, he had won the war

His chest filled with the sense of victory

One step closer 

One more, just one more

One enemy left to be slain, and it was going to be fine

All of it, was going to be worth it

He was King now

A real King, anointed by the faith, cherished by the people, supported by half of the great families and at least three of the seven Kingdoms

It could be better.

But it didn’t

Days went by and nothing did.

One day, a very respected member of his kingsguard entered his chambers, he looked nervous

“Your grace, following your instructions, I found something in Queen Floris’ chambers”, he said shakily, he knew how much was at stake, specially if he was wrong

Aemond only looked at him severely 

Corlys was sewing scorn, resentment and mistrust in court, and he was not going to stop, until they ripped each other apart

“Queen Floris poisoned our beloved Queen, but she couldn’t do it alone, the question is, why your master of whispers didn’t know it?”, he asked the King as he had called upon him for advice on what to do, “she couldn’t have done it alone, my king”

Reader’s POV

You didn't want to believe it, when Aemond told you he was going to send you away, you didn’t want to get your hopes up, you believed you were dreaming.

But it was real

Maids helped you put your things inside coffers, and a sudden happiness filled you 

it was true, you were going away

Dragonstone? probably, is the only place that made sense for you

You were begging

But any place could be better than this

You would even go to Casterly fucking rock, instead of this place

Ironic, it should be your home, where your mother was born, where you were born

But it became a prison

You didn't want to believe you were finally going to be free of it until you were walking towards the docks, escorted by the entire Kingsguard and Aemond walking by your side

He was angry

He had promised you that you were going to be the only Queen, soon, and you couldn’t wish for anything but the opposite

This worked

You placed your hand in your belly, he had what he wanted, you could only wish you were expecting a girl and Floris a boy, perhaps then he would leave you alone.

 Aemond followed you hand, placing them over yours, as you stopped by when you reached Corlys’ ship at the end of the harbor

“I will send for you soon”, he promised, as he kissed you, you leaned into him, making him believe you would come back

You wouldn’t 

ONce you were weak enough to fight this, but not anymore

You were not going to come back, not against your own will.

You grabbed the small hand of your little brother as you helped him aboard the ship

Corlys held you both once the boat left the harbor.

It was funny

From all your Velaryon siblings, you were the one that liked the sea the most, even if your real father was Daemon Targaryen

You found it calming, reassuring, soothing, but it was also something to be weary of, careful, scared of.

The endless sea

“Thank you grandfather”, you whispered, he kissed the top of your head

“I’m here now sweet girl”, he whispered back, “they will pay for everything they have done to us”

There was a time you cursed him, you believed he had betrayed you and your mother, but he didn’t, he needed to get inside, attack from within, he was the Sea Snake, one of the most dangerous men on the seven Kingdoms

And he was on your side 

“The sea agrees with you”, he whispered, as with the soft sway of the ship you felt more confident as when you were on mainland 

“I got it from you”, you said cheekily, and he smiled warmly

“You are my legacy, history remembers names, not blood”, you only smiled gently 

And those words made sense only when you arrived at Dragonstone, where there was two very familiar silvery heads waiting for you

“Baela? Rhaena?”, you called, your half sisters smiling back at you. You ran towards them, as much as you could since you were heavily pregnant

they held you tightly against them

Once the war had started to collect the lives of your grandmother and then your brothers, Corlys had taken them to Driftmark, where they were going to be safe, you never saw them again.

Your stepsisters, your baby brother, your grandfather.

You looked up at the high towers of the huge castle, just in time when your dragon arrived and flied above it and between.

Beautiful

Safe

Your baby kicked inside you and you smiled warmly, he knew he was home too

 “You don’t have to worry, little one”, Corlys whispered, “you are home now, I’ll protect you”

But as you approached the castle, you realized it was more… lively, that the last time you saw it, more people, ships on the harbor, banners from houses of the Crownlands, no, it couldn’t be, you recognized from afar the house sigil of the Celtigars 

“What is going on?”, you asked

“The Lords are greeting you back home, where you belong, you, your brother, and the princeling”, now Corlys had the winning hand, having all the royal bloodlines under his protection.

When you entered the hall, you were met with all the lords of the Crownlands, everyone bowed when they saw you, smiling brightly at you, you smiled shyly back, as they guided you towards the Dragonstone throne.

Encouraged by Corlys, you took a seat in the throne, something you didn’t even see your mother do.

You gazed at all the lords, who didn’t even look in your direction when you lived inside these walls, when you were the last child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and they could see how they disappointed you in your face, in the frown in your face.

Many of them started talking, amongst each other, and some towards you, many apologies, a lot of everything 

“We failed you once, our sweet Queen”, one man stood above all the others, “ we will not fail you again”, said Lord Celtigar, taking a knee to you, and all the other Lords followed

“To the Queen, and Prince Viserys!”, chanted one, and everyone echoed it

“For our late Queen Rhaenyra!”, chanted another and once again, your mother’s name was being called in the halls of Dragonstone

WELL, BRING ITTTT hahaha

It is going to be a long epilogue...

[agentpeggycartering]

Ohh, tell me about 1, 6 and 7,. please? Who's the single dad on 7?? 👀

I've already shared about 6 here!

Ah number one, in which buck is a chaotic menace (aka nora verse). I have shared many many words of Nora verse and I haven't had much time to write this week so I don't have any new snippets, so I'm going to give you a tidbit instead. I haven't figured out how the scene works yet, but Buck and Tommy, before they figure out Nora's name, decide that they're going to call her ladybug, because they can't just keep calling her the baby. It's very simple and a little silly.

"It's pretty miraculous, you know."

"Yeah, it is." He agrees, looking down at the baby cradled in their arms. "We should call her ladybug."

"Oh, and why is that."

"Well, you said it. It's miraculous. She's miraculous. And, well, she's tiny, like a ladybug, and Jee is really into this show, Miraculous Ladybug?"

Number 7, single dad! Buck is the single dad!

It starts with Buck finding out that one of his hookups ended up pregnant. She had the baby, she doesn’t want it, Buck can have it if he wants. Like your basic baby acquisition plot line. Buck obviously races to the hospital and falls in love with the baby. He wants to keep her. Abby wants nothing to do with a baby she’s just here for a fun time (undecided on if this is before or after her mom passes but that’s irrelevant). So she breaks up with Buck. And he’s like hurt but this baby is more important. Only- he realizes that he can’t take her home. He lives in a glorified frat house. That’s not an environment fit for a baby. He doesn’t know what to do he has to make a decision soon, there’s no way he can find a new place to live before the baby gets released. And the 118, they're not a family yet, they still view him as a dumb kid, so he can't go to them for help, they'd probably tell him it's better to let the kid go into foster care. But he can't that's his baby. But what's he going to do? So he’s like sitting on a bench outside of the hospital and like crying.

And then in comes Isabel Diaz, she’s at the hospital for an appointment and she sees this distressed man crying on a bench so she goes over and talks to him and asks him what’s wrong. He tells her. He wants this baby but he doesn’t think he can provide a proper home for her. She listens to him talk and an idea forms in the back of her mind. Pepa has been on her lately that her house is maybe too big for just her to take care of. So she says to Buck ‘you know, I have a spare room I’m looking to rent out, I was going to post a flyer at my church, why don’t you come take a look at it?’ And Buck is like well I don’t know if I can afford it and then Isabel tells him not to worry, he can do work around the house and the yard. And he’s like but what about an infant and she just waves him off. She’s a grandmother she’s been around loads of babies and her grandchildren never come and visit her anymore.

Buck reluctantly agrees and Isabel knows she made the right choice but boy is Pepa mad when she learns what her mom did. ‘What if he’s a serial killer?’ ‘He’s a firefighter, I think I’ll be safe. He can change the lightbulbs and the batteries in the smoke detectors and the things from the high shelves so I don’t have to climb the stepladder anymore. You always get on me about that, you know?’

And Pepa is of course skeptical of this man and his baby moving in and taking advantage of her mom but she quickly realizes that it’s probably the other way around and she comes to adore Buck too

Also during all of this I think Buck is like keeping it a secret from the 118 what’s going on bc it’s still early-ish days, right, like they’re not the Fire Fam yet. So he just uses a bunch of sick time and vacation days. Sheepishly comes in to file a change of address form and Bobby frowns and asks if everything is okay and he’s just like yeah it’s fine.

And then some time passes and Eddie is calling Abuela and saying hey Chris and I are moving to LA can we stay with you for a bit? And she’s like sure but you’re going to have to share a room/the couch (I haven’t decided on how many spare rooms she has) and Eddie is like huh?? And she’s like oh Buck is in the spare room I can’t kick him out and he’s like WHO IS THAT? And then he gets so mad when he sees this stranger calling his grandmother Abuela and she’s teaching him how to cook and knitting blankets and hats for his baby.

[guapoduoshipper]

Me dejó.

After the initial excitement I got from the scene in which q!Roier talked about q!Cellbit to Pepito where he told him that he is also his father and that, despite the circumstances, he has faith that he is still alive, I noticed something (and I saw that other people also noticed): he never mentioned that he had hopes that q!Cellbit will return to the island.

At first I thought it was just that maybe it was implicit in the fact that he had faith that he was well and that he would see him again, but my illusions fell apart after he told Pepito that he "loved" q!Cellbit, conjugating in the past tense. Then it fell like a bucket of cold water, he didn't say it that way because he doesn't feel that love anymore (q!Roier loves q!Cellbit with all his heart) but because he doesn't want that by accepting that he still loves him, that love will become a force against q!Cellbit's decision.

I remembered then that it is not the first time q!Roier does something similar: keeping his feelings to himself to respect q!Cellbit's decision, when he saw him agreeing to marry q!Quackity during Festa Junina's fake weddings, he had already made it clear: I care for your happiness.

q!Roier has listened over and over again to "Que lloro" by Sin Bandera where one of the verses says: "Ya lo entendí, no eres para mí" (I got it, you're not for me).

The negotiation phase of q!Roier's mourning did not focus on holding on to the hope that they will meet again. For q!Roier, it is enough that q!Cellbit is alive.

Because that's all he can do with the limited, almost zero, information he has. It's the only thing he can negotiate: On a hellish island, thousands of miles away from him, without the slightest intention of returning, but alive.

Yes, he had promised to go after him if someone took him away against his will again, but what should or could he do if the one who chose to leave was q!Cellbit himself?, would he still want his husband to find him?

Didn't q!Cellbit himself say "together until the end" before they were thrown into purgatory? Roier ran to the ship with that in mind, credulously thinking that they would meet there after the earthquake and face whatever was next together.

After searching for him inside the ship he realized that q!Cellbit was not there, he began to ask for him more than once. He received no answer. q!Cellbit did not want him to go looking for him. We know it was to protect him. We know it, but q!Roier does not.

Then anger arises, a feeling proper to mourning, the "he left me, he abandoned me". It is not an anger born of hatred. It is an anger born of genuine pain from a wounded love. It IS NOT AND NEVER WILL BE intended to make q!Cellbit a villain in his argument or to invalidate the many, many reasons he may have had for deciding to stay on an island a million times worse than Quesadilla because they are all weighty, they are all justified but, why should q!Roier have to assimilate them just like that without being able to get angry even for a moment? He only knows that he was thrown back into loneliness, thrown by the one who swore to him in his wedding vows that he would never live anything like that again. And even if it was with every intention of saving his life that can't help that it hurts. It can't help but make him feel left out.

It is a natural response that he HAS A RIGHT to as he sees the love of his life left behind, with a high probability of dying, while he is left with no choice but to pick up the pieces that are left of him while everyone, and even his own husband, hopes that one way or another he will manage to move on.

He has the right to because q!Roier, above all else, is only a human, a human who has suffered, who has been betrayed, humiliated and stripped again and again of the people he loves. Seeing how when he seems to finally have happiness in his hands, it slips through his fingers like water. Boiling water that leaves his skin scalded.

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Delicate Plants

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ James 4:3 You ask and do not receive, because you ask wrongly, to spend it on your passions.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ James 1:21 Therefore, get rid of all moral filth and the evil that is so prevalent and humbly accept the word planted in you, which can save you.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM DELICATE WITH MY RELATIONSHIP WITH CHRIST

I AM HOLY

I AM RIGHTEOUS

I AM A PRAYER WARRIOR

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READ TIME: 7 Minutes & 10 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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   When we plant a seed, it will sometimes grow with proper nourishment, which includes sunlight, water, and other things. It will grow and depends on what you are growing and what you do after the growth, but in those stages of growing the seed, you must be delicate with it, and a lot of times, we aren’t because we are so excited for the new things, but the lord is telling us today for us to grow we must let go of the filth and evil things so that what he is planting in us will grow if we are still dibbling and dabbling into things we can't grow the precious seeds that God is trying to grow in us

  Verse 22: Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says.

  We do this by listening and doing what it says, which might be hard for us because it is easy to read the word, but it's not easy doing the word of God. Because when we have to apply new rules to an old way, it's hard to make them stick; my dad one time gave me this sticky stuff to stick something on the wall, and it wouldn’t stick, and I tried over and over to get it to stick and it wouldn’t, and he came in my room, and he asked me, Lui, what's wrong I said I couldn't get it to stick he said because you're trying to stick something old to something new, he said it won't ever work until you wipe the old off, and so he took what I was trying to hang up and wiped it off and then he applied the stick stuff, and it worked

  This is just like us. He can't introduce new stuff without removing the bad, so we must remove the moral filth and evil from our lives with and through him before he starts adding new things.

 Verse 23: Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror

  If we don’t do the new thing that God is trying to show us, it's like looking in a mirror and forgetting; a lot of times, we forget because we don’t care to grow, but God is saying grow in this season through him, grow through this season because you want a new you, grow through this season because you want to see a new you.

Many of us don’t want to go deeper because we are scared, but to grow in this season in our life, we must look into the mirror and ask God what is in me that you don’t want in me please remove It, a lot of us can't pray this prayer because we like our lives. Still, to grow in our life, the Bible says, "Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while Anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life.

  Do you care to lose your life? So, do you understand that our life is nothing but a vape or a mist? John 12:26 Whoever serves me must follow me; and where I am, my servant also will be. My Father will honor the one who serves me.

  We must serve God, and to serve him, we must forget this world; this world is temporary, and this world can taint our lives. Sometimes, we don’t realize that what we do in our life can block our anointing and block our blessings, so when we decide, oh, I’m just going to do this one little thing, this one little thing can cost us so much more. We will never know. Sometimes, it seems like we aren’t growing fast enough, but with every level of growth comes more things the Holy Spirit wants to bring to our attention; the higher we go, the more we must let go of what we used to do.

1 Corinthians 13:11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things

  It tells us when we were a child, we acted like a child we understood like a child, but when we became men or older, we put away childish things, and that’s just like our growth with God; we can’t continue to do childish things and things we know we shouldn’t and expect to grow no we have to put those things away and become mature in the spirit.

  ***Today, we learned about growing in the spirit; we can’t grow unless we let go; we can’t grow unless we stop doing what we used to do. It’s hard not to do things we used to do but to grow and become higher in the spirit, we must pray more and read our word more. We must do things of the spirit and not of the flesh; the more we feed our flesh, the more we will do the things of the flesh, but the less we feed our spirit, the less we will do the things of the flesh.

 1 Corinthians 3:1-2 But I, brothers, could not address you as spiritual people, but as people of the flesh, as infants in Christ. I fed you with milk, not solid food, for you were not ready for it. And even now, you are not yet ready,

  See, Paul says it here: I can’t address you as people of the spirit but as the flesh as infants in Christ because these people were doing things that are of babes of Christ and not people that were on solid food; they weren’t ready, and Paul saw that they weren’t, we can’t expect to go higher if our walk with Christ is saying something different the Holy Spirit can’t elevate us if we are still babes in the spirit. Every day, we must go to God and see what it is that we need to work on and what he can cleanse us of, but we must be ready to be cleansed

©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, thank you for everything; thank you for loving us and keeping us safe. Lord, we want to grow, and we ask you to help us grow more in you; give us more of you every day; we don’t want to be infants anymore; help us to grow away from whatever it is that’s holding us from you, lord we love you and we ask you to help us to understand the word and apply it our life in Jesus name Amen

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REFERENCES

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+Galatians 4:1 I mean that the heir, as long as he is a child, is no different from a slave, though he is the owner of everything,

 

+ Ecclesiastes 11:10 Remove vexation from your heart, and put away pain from your body, for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.

 

+ 1 Corinthians 14:20 Brothers, do not be children in your thinking. Be infants in evil, but in your thinking, be mature

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FURTHER READINGS

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 Proverbs 8

Genesis 34

1 Samuel 25

Psalms 92

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[lisasmind]

Why Apple Cider by Beabadoobee is a hiccstrid anthem!!

Pre-dating hiccstrid specifically.

So essentially the song is about having a crush and wanting to give the relationship a try.

The way i view it, first verse is astrid and second verse is hiccup.

now let's break down the lyrics:

"We both like apple cider

But your hair be smelling like fruit punch

And I don't even like you that much

Wait, I do, fuck"

The first verse is rather short (literally two lines) but like this is so Astrid.

Bea, the singer, is pointing out their differences and then later realizing she actually has a crush on this person.

Not really gonna add anything more to this cause it's pretty straight forward.

(side note: this is making me realize we never had a proper moment where astrid realized she has a crush on hiccup. I mean I guess you can count the first movie when she kissed him on the cheek, but whatever. ITS FINE ITS FINE).

Skipping the chorus cause it's basically just "let's get together and see how this goes."

NOW! This is where the REAL dots connect!

It's actually crazy how on the nose verse two is like wow.

anyway let's break this down:

"You said you liked my hair

So go ahead and touch it"

Now this is Hiccup. As we all know, Astrid likes to make little braids on Hiccup's hair.

also WE WERE ROBBED!!! Hiccup has had those braids since RTTE! The only person in this entire franchise who makes those braids IS ASTRID! And it wasn't Hiccup cause he apparently doesn't like them but keeps them on anyway cause ASTRID MADE THEM (I don't remember the source of where this came from but trust, it exists!)

I wanted to see a moment so bad of astrid asking to braid his hair for the first time or at least a little mention. That would've been so cute.

But ANYWAY sorry I got off track. These lines are Hiccup talking about how Astrid likes his hair and is giving her permission to touch it.

"You said you liked the jumper I wore

So I always wore it"

This wasn't really confirmed by anyone who worked on the franchise (at least to my knowledge) but it was more of a little gag in the fandom back when dawn of the dragon racers and rtte were released.

In dotdr, Astrid made a comment about red being Hiccup's color only for her to reveal she was actually talking to toothless.

(just wanted to add this photo cause of his little pout HICCUP NOOO 😭)

Nonetheless, Hiccup still went on to change his wardrobe from green to red and the fandom's little gag was that Hiccup started wearing red cause of Astrid.

Again, ITS NOT OFFICIALLY CONFIRMED, it's just funny.

Hiccup wasn't wearing red yet but yk it still matches the lyrics. "You said you like this color on me so I always wore it"

The rest of the song speaks for itself with having lyrics like:

"It's really nice to talk to you

It's really nice to hold your hand"

"And even if we're just friends

We could be more than that"

They both enjoy each other's company and even though they're just friends, they both have feelings for each other and want to be in a romantic relationship with the other.

besides the lyrics matching up to their relationship, the song itself is really cute! it was really popular on tik tok and the editing community so I hope it isn't too overplayed for y'all.

Just a cute, fun, energetic song about having a crush.

I actually told my friends a while back that I am going to make it my mission to have apple cider be hiccstrid's song so I really hope this post helped y'all see what I see 🥹

[rookedcrow]

This is me kicking your goddamn door down.

However many years ago you and I became mutuals in the shithole that was marvel. Instantly we clicked, your passion for your muse was unmatched by anyone in that pit and our vibes were on the same frequency. Idr how long it's been but I feel like I've known you forever - in the best of ways. I'm very blessed to have gotten to know the more intimate parts of your life - that you trust me with that information, that we can talk every day, that we seem to be able to mash our muses together no matter the verse, that we're basically on the same? braincell? How much weird shit do we have in common now?

All that's missing is actually sitting down and having coffee (ha) together, because damn you're even in the same location as me. I'm so, so happy you're my friend, that you've stuck by me through the nonsense, and that I have the absolute fucking honor of writing with you. I said it before 100 times and I will never shut up: there would be no Lucanis without you. There would be no Stephen, no Esme, no Mal, no Greer, no Julian, no anyone without you behind me to support me and cheer me on. You have such a passion for your muses and I feel so tickled to be there for Emilia's revival, and to see her carried through the verses, and to come into this place where we're both so absolutely brain rotted that it feels like proper home.

I think my writing hobby would have died without you. I sincerely adore you, love you, and cherish our friendship so much that I cannot fathomably express it.

So your portrayal is beyond words and I will happily, gleefully continue to be blown away by your ability to smith incredible muses and sew intricate details into them that I have yet to see replicated anywhere on this site.

<3

*is doorless*

what i love most about this is i just get to gush about you AGAIN ( insert evil laughter here ). we crossed paths at a time when i was feeling very unsure about a muse in a fandom that is notoriously difficult for ..... lots of reasons. and you gave that muse a chance when a lot of people didn't. and we clicked, and they clicked, and we were on our way. and it really has been years .... it's got to be close to 5 or possibly even 6!?!? by now??? and we're still going strong??

the muses have certainly changed since then, but they always find a way to share that braincell just like you said. ( and like i always say, it's the hardest working braincell in the whole rpc ). and i think that's a huge part of why we've continued to write together -- it's the comfort level. it's always knowing i have a safe space for my muses with you. *i* have a safe space with you, both when it comes to our collaborations and just life in general. you are such a dear dear friend to me -- and honestly the same goes for me. if you weren't stuck with me i don't know if i'd still be writing on here.

and that comfort that i have with you is why emilia is even back on this site after such a long time tucked away on a high shelf in the back of my mind. ( im a bad mom ) i never would have thought to bring her back to life if not for you ... she's my oldest and dearest and most fiercely protected oc, and i still can't think of anyone i would want to share her with more ... mal, esme, stephen, greer, julian --- all of them have a place in my heart ( and emmy's ) for what they've given her and all the new parts of her i've learned because she's had them.

and then what can i say about what we've done in such a short amount of time with her and lucanis??? i never could have known it back in february, but rook!emilia feels like a final form realized, and a lot of that is because of you. there's no emmy rook without her lucanis. i've said it a million times to you already, but it's the truth. thank you for giving me that chance to share her with you and thank you for loving her as much as i do 💜

[barbiedha-deactivatingsoon]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everybody!!! 🎁 🎄 🌟

As my gift to you guys, here is a list of what I’m expecting and hoping to see on Season 2 of Barbie: A Touch of Magic!!! 💝

Season 2 Predictions

The mystery Centaur being the main villain

Rocki enrolling to Golden Beach High 🏫 and causing chaos in the school with her magic while she tries to blend in as a normal human girl

New songs from Malibu and Brooklyn 🎶

Barbie learning about her secret power and why she is the key to the real world and the magic realm

Brooklyn, Malibu, Teresa, Skipper getting magic fairy powers (since they have the outfits and all)

Trey still pining for Brooklyn but she doesn’t return the same feelings (I don’t see this ship happening, so I hope Trey just lets it go and moves on)

Peggy coming back to Malibu to help out when there’s trouble

A miscommunication mishap that will prolong Ken and Barbie’s confession to each other until the very last episode (i sincerely hope I’m wrong in this one because I’m TIRED of waitiiiiinnngg, I need to see a straight answer regarding Karbie’s fate in the canon-verse)

Finally having a conclusion to Barbie and Ken. It’s make or break time, writers!!! Will they get together or not?? Is it ❤️ or 💔??

Things I want to see in season 2:

THE CONFESSION OF ALL TIME (iykyk)

A KEN AND BARBIE KISS SCENE (pleeaaasseeee im begging!)

Barbie and Ken go on another date (a redo since they never got to finish their test date)

Rocki trying to reverse all the “forget” spells she did on everyone (because some of those memories were important *cough* Ken and Barbie’s *cough* to be exact *cough*)

More of the Malibu squad!!! Need to see my girlies on screen more!

My boy RAFA (even just 1 episode will do, I miss him 🥲)

More shenanigans with Barbie and her sisters

Prom or some sort of school dance at Golden Beach High

A school play! And then somehow Barbie and Ken gets casted for the lead roles where they have to do a romantic scene hehehehe

Ken playing football 🏈 (we’ve seen a glimpse of it in It Takes Two but I really want to see him in action, and preferably in his proper football uniform and helmet iiieeeee 🙈)

ELVYYYY (i really liked her!!! i hope we see her again, and hopefully she finds her unicorn hahahaha)

More jealous Barbie or jealous Ken

Ken and Barbie hugsss (similar to the hugs we got from Epic Road Trip)

Ken and Barbie holding hands (a committed one, and not something where they will awkwardly pull away from each other after realizing)

Everyone reacting to Barbie and Ken finally becoming official (ughh this is the dream 😩)

Things I also want to see in s2 but these ideas are bit of a reach and the chances are very unlikely so I won’t be too upset if they don’t happen:

Barbie and Ken CHILDHOOD FLASHBACK (if they do a karbie centered episode and we see them two as kids again, showing the growth of their relationship from back then to current time, oh my lord i would literally die)

The SEA GLASS BRACELET. One of my favorite plot points in ERT was Ken creating that bracelet as a gift for Barbie. I wish I could see that again, or maybe a somewhat similar where he makes a special item and gives it to her when they finally admit their feelings to each other face to face.

The HERMIT CRAB that Ken gave Barbie when she first moved in next door! Come ooonnnn, i need to see a callback or atleast a mention it would make for such a touching karbie scene

A SLUMBER PARTY! The girls need to dish 😉 (and possibly question Barbie about her feelings for Ken)

Ken’s parents (lol we literally never see their faces)

Ken and Barbie to be officially together for more than one episode (i wanna see them dating 🥹)

A serenade song (from either Barbie or Ken to each other)

More of Stacie since her feature movie is also coming out next year (i just want her to get more screen time because she gets the least amount out of all the sisters and i feel bad for her 😭)

Cameos from the New York characters (Emmie, Epiphany, Stefan, The Dash, the twins Jackson and Jayla)

[naushtheaspiringauthor]

~Child Of The Storm~

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

Image by - @brokendreamtale2

Warnings- mention of "the sergei incident"

A/N- Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!

Taglist- @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @sirisuorionblack @evelyndane @marauders-wife

Ch-58 ~What you call home~

“Was that-?” Zoya asked with a petrified gaze as she rushed towards her

Anaya looked down at her feet as she nodded

“What has happened to him” Zoya asked in a low voice

“He’s- he doesn’t look like himself in the slightest” Anaya’s voice was not above a whisper

“Did he hurt you?”

Anaya shook her head

“Come on we need to head back, it’s getting dark” Anaya felt an arm slowly wrap around her shoulder

“What were you even doing here anyways?” Zoya asked as they strode forward

Anaya sighed, “Turns out I needed a proper cry” 

Zoya stopped for a short moment and Anaya wondered if she would show her some form of unwanted empathy but she only said, “Next time, let me join you”

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They explained everything to the group as they headed back to their makeshift camp. 

They’d already cleaned and spitted the game Mal had caught and had sat around the fire, eating and passing around a flask of kvas, watching the flames over the hull of the Bittern.

The group had been in utter dismay upon hearing of the event, however they couldn’t spend all their time pondering upon it. They had a lot to discuss. Who would go with Alina into the Sikurzoi and who would remain in the valley, whether or not anyone even wanted to stay.

 Abruptly, Zoya spoke, “I should have known Sergei couldn’t be trusted. He was always a weakling.”

 “Oncat never liked him,” Harshaw added. 

Genya fed a branch to the fire. “Do you think he was planning it all along?”

Anaya wondered the same thing. Perhaps all his fear, his grieving, all of it had been a ruse, so they’d see him as meek and timid and would underestimate him.

And she’d seen too many monsters wearing the masks of kind, innocent people.

 “I’ve been wondering that,” Alina agreed. “I thought he’d be better once we got out of the White Cathedral and the tunnels, but he almost seemed worse, more anxious.”

 “That could have been anything,” said Tamar. “Cave-in, militia attack, Tolya’s snoring.” 

Tolya threw a pebble at her and said, “Nikolai’s men should have watched him more closely”.

 “Did the nichevo’ya really just… tear him apart?” asked Nadia, glancing at Anaya

She remembered Sergei’s head being torn off from the rest of him, the sudden stillness of his trembling body.

“Without any hesitation” she said, remembering the way they’d torn him apart.

 “What about Nikolai?” Zoya asked. “What exactly did the Darkling do to him?”  

“I don’t know” Anaya responded and glanced at Alina, wondering if the girl had any clue but she only shook her head in distress.

“Can you help him? Anaya asked Alina.

“I don’t know that either” she looked down at her feet.

“David?” Anaya then turned to him, wishing he had some hope to offer.

 “Maybe,” he lifted a shoulder. “I’d need to study him. It’s merzost. New territory. I wish I had Morozova’s journals.”

Abruptly, Adrik snarled, “I’m glad Sergei’s dead. I’m just sorry I didn’t get to wring his neck myself.”

 “You’d need two hands for that,” said Zoya. 

There was a brief silence, then Adrik scowled and said, “Okay, stab him.”

 Zoya grinned and passed him the flask. Nadia just shook her head. 

Anaya looked at the people around her.

Home, her mother had once said to her. It’s not the place you’re at. Not four walls and a roof. It’s the people you’d go to any extent for, whom you’d protect at all costs. Without whom, your life would be unbearable.

Anaya realized she was right. She realized how she would actually go to any extent to protect them. 

To have Tolya reciting long verses of epic poetry, even though it bored her. To protect Tamar and Nadia who couldn’t restrain themselves from complimenting the other.

She would do it all for them.

 For Adrik who despite all, had continued to remain the bravest among them. For Genya and David, and Alina and Mal to have a better future. For Misha to still have his childhood.

 Even for Zoya who would keep on taunting and having pointless arguments with her but would still help her move forward.

She would do it all for them.

She truly realized how sometime during all the chaos, they’d become her family, her home. That was why she needed to pull herself together and keep striding forward, for the ones that were gone, for all that still remained.

When Adrik handed the flask back, Zoya took a deep drink and said, “Do you know what Baghra told me at my first lesson with her?” She lowered her voice to imitate Baghra’s throaty rasp. “Pretty face. Too bad you have porridge for brains.” Harshaw snorted. “I set fire to her hut in class.” 

“Of course you did,” Zoya said.

 “Accidentally! She refused to ever teach me again. Wouldn’t even speak to me. I saw her on the grounds once, and she walked right by. Didn’t say a word, just whacked me on the knee with her stick. I still have a lump.”

 He yanked up his trouser, and there was a knob of bone visible beneath the skin.

 “That’s nothing,” Nadia said, her cheeks pinking as they all shifted their attention to her. “I had some kind of block where I couldn’t summon for a while. She put me in a room and released a hive of bees in it.” 

“What?” Alina squeaked. 

“What did you do?” Tamar asked incredulously.

 “I managed to summon a current to send them up the chimney, but I got stung so many times, I looked like I had firepox.”

A while after recovering, Anaya had found out about Baghra's fate. The woman had been rash and immensely difficult to deal with, but she’d taught her all she didn’t know she’d needed to learn. And she had helped her lose the fear of using her power, even though her methods had been rather…harsh.

“This one time, I couldn’t properly summon for a long while” Anaya began, deliberately leaving out some details. “She wanted me to summon a hurricane in the lake and when I couldn’t do it, she pushed me in the lake” She chuckled slightly, remembering the event.

Alina’s eyes widened, “She pushed you in the lake?” she asked in utter disbelief.

“Yeah” Anaya shook her head, slightly grinning

“And did that help you actually summon?” Genya asked

“Oh it did, and I absolutely despised that it did” she gave a tight-lipped smile.

Zoya grinned and passed her the flask. Anaya took a long sip from it and then handed it back to her.

 “I have never been more glad I’m not Grisha,” Mal said with a shake of his head.

Zoya lifted her flask. “Let’s hear it for the lone otkazat’sya.”

 “Baghra hated me,” David said quietly. 

She waved dismissively. “We all felt that way.”

 “No, she really hated me. She taught me once with the rest of the Fabrikators my age, then she refused to ever meet with me again. I used to just stay in the workshops when everyone else had her classes.” 

“Why?” Harshaw asked, scratching Oncat under the chin. 

David shrugged. “No idea.” 

“I know why,” Genya spoke.“Animal magnetism, one more minute in that hut with you, and she would have torn off all your clothes.”

 David considered this. “That seems improbable.”

 “Impossible,” Mal and Alina said at the same time. 

“Well, not impossible,” David said, looking vaguely insulted.

 Genya laughed and planted a firm kiss on his mouth

They’d agreed to split into two groups. Tamar, Nadia, Anaya and Adrik would travel with David, Genya, and Misha. They’d secure lodgings in one of the settlements at the southeast edge of the valley.

Even though Anaya had offered to go with them to look for the firebird, Alina had denied and had insisted that she needed more time to heal.     

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The fire had long since dampened down and the rest of the group had retired for the night. Anaya gazed at the burnt pieces of wood as she remained seated with Alina and Zoya by her side.

“What happened at the Spinning Wheel when he…attacked?” Alina turned to Anaya, hesitation lingering in her voice

Anaya let out a sigh, “We, Nikolai and I, we were watching the Bittern prepare to leave” she began, remembering how she’d almost believed it would work out. “It was then the nichevo’ya attacked, and then he came'' she toyed with a tiny wave she’d summoned.

She could feel Zoya’s gaze on her, but kept all her focus on the wave.

“He stated how I owed him for…well everything” Anaya lifted a shoulder. ”For my life” she said. “He wasn’t wrong, but then I found out that- he killed my parents” she dropped the wave.

She saw Alina go still and Zoya looking at her in utter dismay.

“He killed your parents?” Zoya asked, her hushed voice having a tremor to it.

Anaya looked down at her hands as she nodded. 

“Why?” Alina asked, appalled by Anaya’s words.

So she explained it all to her. She hadn’t really been close with Alina, but she trusted her enough to tell her all of it. Except leaving out how exactly she’d survived in Ketterdam, she told her all of it.

She told her how her parents had searched for the Sea Whip for days and how they’d then come to realize that it was never going to end well, so they’d decided on not giving up its location to him. 

And that it was the sole reason why the Darkling had chosen her to find the Sea Whip, why he’d kept her alive.

No one else had really pondered upon it, no one else had asked. Only Nikolai had.

When she’d finished, Alina had gently placed her hand on Anaya’s and said, “I will try my best to not let their hard work be in vain”.

She gave a single nod. She wished the same.

“We’ll make him pay” Zoya’s voice rose from a corner, making their heads turn to her. “For all he’s done”, her voice was unusually somber. For a moment, she gazed forward distantly, as if she’d been reminiscing.

Anaya knew what it was.

We believe in you, words they’d spoken to her when she’d almost been lost to the waves.

We believe in you.

She did her best to believe in herself too.

[a-tale-of-legends]

ohhhh since you've been Bugsy posting, do you have any thoughts about him for your verse?

Outside of a pronouns change ( I believe I said they use they/them pronouns in my au but might change that to they/he?),not much atm! Though reblogging those bugsy posts got me thinking.

1) I genuinely did not know he stated he wanted to become a pokemon professor like Oak, which I think is amazing actually. I can already envision him and Beryl ( oc of mine) getting along great as researchers - especially with Beryl completing the pokedex. I think it would be cute if they formed a friendship.

2) Oh, technically this is something I've always thought: I've always seen him as the youngest of the Johto league: could never find an age that I exactly see him as. Either they're only barely older than Kenji and Aiko ( who's 10 during the HGSS stuff) or just in their early to mid-ish teens. But overall, I do see Bugsy as the youngest.

3) ^ following that point, I think he gets along well with everyone in the league - including Clair! Clair is a bit haughty, but I don't think she has it in her to really be her usual self around Bugsy's ever glowing enthusiasm and politeness. I think he's closest with Whitney and Falkner, by proxy that they are close by. Whitney more so bc Bugsy frequently goes to the bug catching contests.

4) in general, I want Bugsy and the other gym leaders in Johto to feel a bit more involved in the plot, especially given it's their region that's in danger (...."danger". Team Rocket isn't that threatening to me in the Johto stuff. Like....it's there, but the only person who's really reacting to them and doing anything about it is the player and Lance. Silver does shit lmao). It always struck me as odd that Bugsy didn't mention what TR was doing, so again he either wasn't there or he just doesn't care and I doubt it's that. When it comes to involving gym leaders, I get worried about "scaling", as in everything is handled by them and the protag doesn't get to protag ( and get traumatized lol we always gotta do that). But with Bugsy I'm realizing something. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the reason they have a metapod and kakuna during their gym battle is bc he was studying them right? Arguably his strongest pokemon would be his Scyther and even then, it's probably not enough to take on a bunch of grunts at once. So basically I'm saying he could get jumped lmao. Not to say he isn't a strong trainer - he is! I would Argue Bugsy is like. One of the Best bug type specialists around. I'm simply saying he was caught in a moment of being very unprepared. Or! It could have been as simple as him going " I can't risk leaving my post as a gym leader with team rocket around, could you go and handle this for me?".

So whether Bugsy was out doing research, got jumped, or simply asked the player to handle TR as he stays behind to look after his town,I do kinda see a semblance of self doubt in him? Especially with the first two options, I can see him feeling guilty for not being there/being strong enough or prepared enough to handle Team Rocket. God and I'm just realizing Bugsy is basically a prodigy - a gifted kid if you will. This pressure to perform at his best is probably weighing on him, only really overshadowed by the fact that they genuinely love bug types and researching them and just his general positive attitude. But ya know. He's a prodigy and probably has high expectations for himself, even if subconsciously.

Outside of what he could have been doing during the azalea town stuff in the Legendverse, I am not sure if he has further plot relevance. I can see him being called to Goldenrod bc he is one of the closest gym leaders in the area outside of Whitney - if there's still proper communications up, which I think there is. If I go with the " Bugsy got Jumped" route, then it would be a perfect time to show those rockets how powerful he really is~

But yeah! That's all I have for Bugsy, or at least what I can remember. Thanks for the ask, this was very fun!!

[biisutoarm]

Ship Bias!

SHIP BIAS MEME

I am not particularly a fan of angst. I always thought angst is overrated, and that while it is fun and can be rewarding, there has to be a reward to be had. Angst for the sake of angst always bored me and I never saw the appeal. Imagine having a whole ship based around that angst-for-angst motif, only for it to serve that reward tremendously. This is basically what happens with Elfman x Ravyn (@ferrumira).

Fundamentally, Ravyn and Elfman don't get along -- or rather, they're not really on the same page as people. Ravyn comes from a horrific background full of abuse and Elfman is, well, Elfman. They're very different as people, but this ship just happens well because they actually mesh pretty well. Banter is a given and having them meet up is always entertaining on either end of the spectrum -- so much so that this ship spawned over two verses before it ever came to be realized. Now it's still in proper development as these dorks have no idea what to do with themselves but, I love this. This ship kinda wrote itself out; we had very minimal involvement in making it happen, and I'm looking forward to seeing what happens with it.

[mt07131]

2 A.M.- Maeve Divine

2 A.M. 

2:07 A.M, if she wanted to be accurate, according to the dim light of her bedside clock. 

2:07 A.M, and Maeve was wide awake. This wasn’t uncommon for her, she always said she had too much going on in her head to be able to rest. She used to be able to turn over and see Seven right beside her, also awake. They would spend hours just talking, talking about music, about themselves, about anything and everything. In those brief moments in time, when the rest of the world slipped into dreams, they would just talk.

But she couldn’t do that anymore. She turned her head to the side of the bed, to that empty space that weighed on every part of her. Her eyes focused on that space, as if she could will him to appear beside her. As if the past week had been just the world’s longest nightmare and this was all in her head. But it wasn’t, and Maeve had to accept that. Nothing would be the same anymore, because Seven had left and he took a part of her with him.

She sat up, rubbing the heels of her palms into her eyes. She knew she couldn’t keep doing this to herself, but she couldn’t help it. Every waking moment was occupied by thoughts of that party, of their fight, of everything that had happened since. She went through her recollection meticulously, wondering what she could’ve done to fix everything. What choices could she have made differently to make sure things wouldn’t crash and burn the way they did?

Maeve reached past her clock (2:10 A.M.) and to the worn notebook that sat on her dresser. Maybe she could write, distract herself. Her best ideas always came to her in the dead of night, hence why she kept the notebook so close to her at all times. Writing songs, yes, that would fix everything, or at least it would fix her right now. It was all she spent the week since the party doing, you know, between bouts of sleeping and crying and ordering takeout and screaming.

She opened it up to a fresh page, placed the pen tip to the paper and… nothing. Normally, she would have something, anything. What were all those racing thoughts doing in her head if they weren’t there to help her write the next great Reject Saints hit? She tried again, willing something to come out, and still nothing. Instead, there were just dots of ink on the page, memories of starting something but never finishing.

With a sigh, Maeve flipped back through the book. Her notebook had been her one constant companion through this aftermath, disjointed choruses and unorganized verses scribbled wherever she could find room. One thing was for sure though, they all had one overarching theme.

“A lonely heart remains until we know the truth.”

“It started with a spark and ended in flames.”

“No, I don’t really want to leave you behind, but apparently you can’t stay all mine.”

“Give it up for what we could have been.”

“So take my broken heart with you.”

She let out a loud groan, bouncing back against the mattress and letting the notebook rest on her face. Part of her wanted to finish them, to record them, to let him hear what he had put her through. But she couldn’t do that. No way could any of these songs see the light of day, not now. The wound of their breakup was still too raw. Besides, what if he listened to them? Would he ever? Doubtful, Seven made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with Reject Saints and Maeve anymore. 

The notebook slid down to her chest as she sat up again, and again she opened it up. Not to those most recent pages, but to those first ones. Scribbles from back in high school, when she knew jack shit about how to put a proper song together. Occasionally, her notes and doodles were interspersed with another hand's writing, one that matched the tattoo on her uncovered wrist. His handwriting showed up more and more as she flipped through, eventually being used as much as her own. This notebook had been touched by him in so many ways, more than she ever truly realized. And now, it was all she had left of him.

She almost considered burning it. Throwing it into the fireplace at Devyn’s place or just lighting a match and watching it catch until it was only ashes in her hand. She almost did, she came very close during one particularly emotional night, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t just get rid of it, because as much as Seven had made his mark on it, it was hers. It had everything, it was everything. She couldn’t just get rid of it.

That same reason was why the new notebook Rowan had gotten her (spiral-bound and everything, he had said, fresh new upgrade) still sat untouched on her desk. That’s what he had said, but she knew why he gave it to her. He was trying to help her start fresh. But that same reason was why she kept reaching for this notebook, her notebook, the one with the cracked spine and the cover duct-taped back together. Because it was hers, to the core, and she couldn’t just forget about it.

Maybe she needed to just zone out, she thought as she snapped the notebook shut. Placing it on the bedside table (2:39 AM), she instead reached for her phone. Music then, music was always her lifeline. She just needed to calm down, listen to something familiar, just let go. One deep breath, and she tapped that bright shuffle button.

“Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge-!”

Maeve scrambled to pull the headphones out of her ears. Of all the songs it could’ve played, shuffle decided to grace her with their song. One of the first they had ever figured out together, that they ever performed together. 

She couldn’t escape him. They had been so intertwined for so long, sometimes it was hard to tell where Seven ended and Maeve began. Everything reminded her of him and it hurt. It hurt so much, because he had become an extension of her and vice versa. She had to move on, figure out who she was without him, but that wasn’t going to happen so soon. For now, she just mourned what they had been.

Phone back on the nightstand (2:41 AM), because that was a total bust. Maybe she would just… lay there and pray she would fall back asleep eventually. Maybe she would exhaust herself thinking pathetically about her ex-boyfriend, ex-band mate, ex-everything. That was how that worked, right? And it did. Blissful, dreamless sleep finally took her in its gentle embrace.

Eventually, she got out of bed. She cleaned up the takeout containers. She started trying to be human again. She started being not just Maeve, but Maeve Divine again. 

And then, one of those songs did end up seeing the light of day. It was a final goodbye, the last page of the chapter. That’s what she told herself, at least, that putting that song out into the world would be the end of it all. Even if she didn’t truly believe it herself.

“Now I feel nothing ‘cause I’m done with you.”

[cagedchoices]

💑im a selfish lil goblin when it comes to caleb and lulu

@timerevolt

I've said it before but it bears repeating, the relationship that we've made between these two is such a source of comfort. I just think that there is something so endearing about the way Caleb and Lulu always seem to find their way to each other.

The first time we ended up shipping them in the context of a group verse I remember being super nervous when you messaged me at the end saying you'd be happy to ship them again the next server because I’d just had a Million worries flash through my head then and one of the loudest ones was something like “oh god but what if this version of my character doesn’t even resemble his canon self anymore? what if once we start trying to plot for this new verse they wind up having no chemistry because they're different now? what if we realize the ship is no fun?” but…I don’t know what I got myself so worked up about honestly lskdjfjaka. That did not happen.

We just continued on! They were married in one group, then there were a few others where we went back to them having never met before and every time they'd just keep finding their way to a ship with each other like proper soulmates. And we ended up with a whole thing where Caleb and Lulu are married and now they have pretty much everything either of them could want in life and everything they do together is filled with so much love and connection and meaning. 💕

It's not always the easiest thing in the world to ship with Caleb since he has all kinds of emotional baggage to sort through and he's not necessarily willing to look at it every time for the sake of falling in love with someone. And despite the fact that he needs love just as much as any other living being in the world, he sometimes refuses to acknowledge his own worth in that way too.

But at the same time, sometimes he does see that he has to do something if he wants to fall in love and be loved back and have a relationship with someone that turns into something etched with a purpose. I feel like being with Lulu is one of those times where he's a little better at accepting her love although you can see that he still never holds a particularly high opinion of himself since he still regularly shies away from Lulu complimenting him by calling him the best husband ever or telling him he's the best man she knows.

[bills-bible-basics]

Are Planets Mentioned in the Bible? Believe it or not, but based on their misguided understanding of certain Scriptures, there are some people -- such as some of the Flat Earth Theory folks, -- who are convinced that no other planets exist outside of the Earth. Some of these people are so convinced of this belief, that they will even challenge other Christians to point to a verse in the Bible where planets are mentioned. OOPS . . . they shouldn't have made that challenge! Why not? Well, let me tell you. You may find this information very interesting. You see, in the Authorized King James version of the Holy Bible, planets are not called "planets". They are called something else. As it turns out, while ancient Greek astronomers -- such as Plato, Socrates, Aristotle and Pythagoras -- did not possess telescopes, nevertheless, they did realize from their observations that there were certain stars which seemed to move -- or wander -- amongst all of the other stars in a regular monthly and yearly fashion. In fact, the ancient Greeks were aware of five such bodies -- Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn -- all of which can easily be observed with the naked eye, meaning without a telescope. These ancient Greek astronomers described these strangely-moving heavenly bodies using a Greek phrase which is translated into our modern English language as "wandering stars". Interestingly enough, this is exactly what the Apostle Jude also calls them in this verse which is found in his Epistle: "Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever." Jude 1:13, KJV It isn't until we look at the original Koine Greek words which are used in the above verse, that we discover the truth regarding what Jude is actually talking about. You see, the phrase "wandering stars" is derived from the Koine Greek words "planetes aster". There it is. Planetes. In the Bible. I think the Flat Earthers have lost the bet. As we all know, and as Jude describes them, planets do in fact wander through the blackness of Outer Space, at some distance from their parent star. Furthermore, modern astronomers have discovered that there are some rogue planets which have either escaped from, or were never captured by, the gravitational force of a star. Thus, they truly do wander in the darkness of Outer Space. In conclusion, planets are indeed mentioned in the Bible, if we know how to dig deeper than just reading the surface text in black and white. You can easily confirm the previous information for yourself by conducting a simple Google search. That is, if you don't trust the Bible. But as for me, this mystery is solved. And, by the way, the ancient Greeks were also the first to theorize that the Earth is a round sphere, and not flat as the Flat Earthers propose. You may also be interested in examining these Bible study resources: "God Made All Things" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse031.html "God Created the Heavens - Intelligent Design" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse277.html "For God's Pleasure" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse344.html Article: "Alien Life, Extrasolar Planets And Universal Atonement": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/alienlif01.html Article: "Keeping Things in Proper Perspective: ET, Where Are You?": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/propersp.html Article: "Alien Intervention, Raelians, Pyramids and Nazca Geoglyphs": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/AlienIntervention.html Article: "Billy Meier and the Pleiadian UFO Encounter": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/bmeier-1.html Article: "Comet Elenin, Hercolubus, Nibiru, and Planet X": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/Elenin-Hercolubus-Nibiru-01.html Article: "Comet Hale-Bopp, Chernobyl and Deathstar Wormwood": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/wormwd-1.html

Article: "Nature of the Alien: ETs, Demons or a Government Plot?": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/natalien.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/are-planets-mentioned-in-the-bible/?feed_id=38126&_unique_id=642266d53c410&Are%20Planets%20Mentioned%20in%20the%20Bible%3F

[queen-mihai]

I appreciate you taking the time to interact with this 🙏

You're exactly right. It does seem stupid that I should have to explain to people that I both exist and am transgender. Just like it seems stupid that I feel I have to occasionally remind people that I'm black.

My blackness and trans-ness doesn't really affect the way I make most decisions in boring day-to-day life. My dishes would need to be washed if I was Hispanic. My towels would need to be folded if I was cisgender. Taking a bite out of a cheeseburger would leave human shaped teethmarks whether I was American, Bosnian, Norwegian, or Congolese

The cishet world wants to pretend that we're all the same and none of this matters so that we can just live day-to-day. If that was all that existed, if I could eat cheeseburgers and fold towels and wash dishes until old age, then there would barely be a need for Pride.

But there are times where those things matter. And that's where this becomes important.

Yeah a grocery store worker on a normal shift on a normal day probably doesn't need to give a shit how many trans people they see. It may never be a thing that matters to them or the trans person ever. They can happily pretend that trans people don't exist or that if they do exist it doesn't matter.

But a doctor is different. A doctor may only see one or two trans patients in their entire career unless they're a specialist of some sort. They have a legitimate need to know the inner workings of their patients to the best of their ability. If THEY have spent their entire lives pretending trans people don't exist or don't matter, they may misdiagnose a problem. Taking hormones messes with your endocrine system and that doctor needs to know that because our bodies are incredibly complex and there's a lot of interplay between different systems.

If that doctor knows that you're taking hormones, or have had surgery, and importantly DOESN'T FREAKING JUDGE YOU FOR IT, they can have the information available to give you the proper level of care.

Lawmakers making new laws should be well versed enough in history to know that gender, as a spectrum, has been a part of human society since before we knew how words worked. If that lawmaker decides "all this trans stuff" is "some new fad" then they may write laws that exclude someone like me from participating in any part of society.

Even just random people on the street. I'm mostly out in my entire town now and I feel comfortable being able to walk around and not be judged for what I wear or how I look. But that's because I live in Norway where they're taught that all sorts of people exist from a young age and that there's no need to be shocked or judgemental about it because it doesn't change anything about the person themselves. I don't know that I'd be this comfortable anywhere in America because people are still learning that trans people even *exist*

Oh and that

"People fear what they don't understand"

The fact that I exist. The fact that I'm just... doing a job, paying my rent, driving a car, eating at restaurants... if people didn't understand that me being trans doesn't change *how* I do any of those things, they might think

I'm a *trans* engineer which is different from any other engineer (it's not)

I'm a *trans* driver which is different from any other driver (it's not)

I'm a *trans* patron which is different from any other diner at a restaurant (not that either)

Normalization NEEDS to happen and it NEEDS to be a constant, conscious effort throughout all of our society until people learn to treat gay and trans people like everyone else most of the time, (like the lawmakers) and treat the differences like differences when they matter (like at the doctors office)

That's why this is important. It can't be weird. It can't be crazy. It can't be silly. It's not a fetish or something we *want* to jam in everybody's face. We *have* to remind people that we exist so that when people get used to us, they'll realize we're regular people and stop treating us like freaks.

Thank you for speaking up. You're a good person and I appreciate your patience in reading this. I look forward to talking more about anything and everything in the future ❤️

This Pride, don’t forget about us

ID: “This Pride remember to respect all trans people : Trans women who don’t shave with a drawing of a woman whit a yellow and pink beard, trans men who don’t bind, masculine trans women and feminine trans men with a drawing of a trans woman with short pink hair wearing a yellow baseball T-shirt holding hands with a trans man with a yellow crop top and short curly blue hair, fat trans people with the drawing of a fat trans woman with short white hair, dark skin and a pink cropped top, disabled trans people with a drawing of a wheelchair and a walking cane in the color of the trans flag, neurodivergent trans people with the symbol of the autistic community, trans people who are sex worker with a drawing of blue bra and pink underwear, poor trans people who can’t afford transition, trans people who aren’t out yet with a drawing of a closed door, trans people who don’t plan on transitioning, black trans people with a black fist holding a trans flag, and any trans people who isn’t white with multiple hands of different skin tones, muslim trans people with a drawing of someone wearing a hijab in the color of the trans flag, jewish trans people with a drawing of someone wearing a white shirt and a kippah in the color of the trans flag, non binary people even those who don’t identify as trans with the non binary flag, those whose identity you might not understand with the genderfluid flag, the agender flag, the demi gender flag and the genderqueer flag, trans people who don’t pass and don’t want to with a drawing of a trans woman with a beard and dark skin raising her fist, every pronouns with dialog box in which are different sets of pronouns, trans people of every identity with the gay flag, the lesbian flag, the ace flag, the bi flag, the pan flag and the aro flag, every trans person is beautiful and deserving of so much love so don’t forget the T.” End ID

P.S. : can someone tell me if I did the image description right cuz I have no idea