#i have a long term sleep repair plan

[girls-and-honey]

hey does anyone want to come over and knock me out cartoon style with a frying pan or perhaps an anvil so I can get some sleep

[gaysindistress]

Things that I feel like would happen when you’re in a relationship with Simon Riley trauma edition

Warnings: mentions of trauma and relating effects

Simon Riley masterlist

Plain and simple, Simon Riley has trauma. He’s seen and done some unspeakable things. He’s met the grim reaper and made it beg for forgiveness as he clawed his way back to this plane of existence. He’s looked God in the face and said “fuck your plan. I’m doing things my way.”

With that comes consequences.

He has terrible nightmares most nights where he wakes up with a raw heart and covered in sweat. His throat hurts from the screaming he must have been doing while he dreamt about his family’s murders. His eyes are sore from the tears he shed when he relived being buried alive. His body aches from being in fight or flight for so long. He hurts everywhere all of the time. Most nights he can’t sleep in bed. Instead he’ll lay on the floor or the couch because it’s uncomfortable but it’s what he’s used to. He only uses a thin blanket and maybe an old pillow that’s basically cardboard. Nothing can be touching him because he immediately wakes up. No one can walk past him or the room he’s sleeping in without his eyes snapping open. He has to face the door when he sits down because he needs to be able to see if anything happens. He’s concealed carrying at all times because he feels exposed without the familiar weight of a weapon at his hip.

Loud noises and crowded places are a big fuck no. Any loud bang causes him to flinch and his eyes to twitch. Crowds leave too much room for error. When he’s with you, he will not be out into a position where he can’t protect you. If that means you don’t go to concerts or clubbing so be it.

Your blood will not stain his hands.

Physical touch is difficult for him. He has to work his way up to it. It starts with small gestures like brushing his hand against yours when you’re walking or when you’re siting down. It eventually goes to holding your fingers (not your whole hand) and gripping your knee when he’s driving. After some time he’s able to keep his hand on the small of your back while also kissing the top of your head. However do not ask this man to kiss you in when you’re around the others. He will spontaneously combust at the mere thought of them seeing him be Simon and not Ghost.

He tries therapy but at a certain point, it doesn’t seem to help. Consistency is key and he doesn’t exactly have that with his job. The other issue is that therapy is not a cure. It is a managing tool. It will not ‘fix’ whatever you feel is broken. It can help repair what needs to be mended and it’s done that for Simon. He’s repaired all that he can but the long term effects of his trauma are here to stay. He’s not going to like going out. He’s not going to be comfortable with touch. His sleeping habits will be different until he finally shuffles off this mortal coil. He’s going to be harsh and abrasive to most. He’s going to be Ghost most of the time.

He’s going to be all that is he now because it’s who he is…and you love him for it.

[hanasnx]

so i imagine that toji and you have been on-again-off-again for a couple years now, like every time you break up, your dads all like 'yeah right, i give it a week.' but this time its for real, say its been like two months and to prove to your family that you're over him, you invite your new man to your dads bday party at your parents house.

you get there and are obviously pissed. of course your dad invited toji and didn't tell you, he didn't believe you were broken up. but what's worse is your new man ain't answering his phone, so you cant even lie to him and tell him the party is cancelled. so he shows up, and its awkward as hell, and he doesn't understand why until you finally introduced everyone except toji. i can see his cocky ass strolling up to the poor guy, smirking with his shady eyes, shaking his hand firmly and introducing himself as your ex boyfriend.

or would he just say hes a friend of your fathers? play along, and befriend the guy before you or maybe one of your nicer cousins pull the poor guy aside and fill him in? all the while, you're staring daggers at your father, while he's shrugging at you like he isn't at fault for this.

idk, i just love the potential for angst and tension here with this scenario. i fucking live for it bro. like your new man seeing a photo of you and toji on the wall, didn't you ask your dad to take that down last time you were here? or how toji's hand lingers on yours a little to long as he passes you your slice of birthday cake. or how friendly all of your family seems to be with him. he fits right in.

but the best part-later that night, after your new man's ego has been beaten down beyond repair, and him and most of your family has left, Toji lingers (because your father made it clear he's always welcome), and he ends up fucking you in the spare room that used to be your bedroom, or maybe in the back of his car parked out front, or in the kitchen while your parents are sleeping, all the while whispering and teasing you about how cute it was for you to think you could ever move on from him.

i could even see him texting your new man from your phone while he’s doing it, saying something cheeky or even breaking up with him for you. but you'd be too preoccupied to notice or care, obviously, reveling in how good it feels to be filled up by him again, because of course toji’s dick is bigger than what you’ve been getting. but not just his size, he knows all your sweet spots and remembers exactly how you like it, how could he forget? and by the time he’s done with you, he’s already convinced you to get back together.

his dick game is just that good you cannot convince me otherwise.

— source.

me rn bcos i got to feel like the reader and was biting the fuck outta my finger flirting with the screen

i absolutely love the on-and-off-again trope. your dad probably thought you two were gonna get married bcos of how attached-at-the-hip you were for a while. like angelina jolie and billy bob thornton. crazy in love, cant keep hands off each other, making long-term plans, toji probably asked for his fucking blessing at some point

and just like that, it ended. totally blindsided the whole family, constantly asking you about "wheres your man? huh? where's he at?" until you had to solemnly explain you weren't together anymore. all your little siblings and cousins, nieces and nephews, all are devastated because uncle toji isn't around anymore and they loved him so so much. that was the first time you and him broke up, and he was already so ingrained in the family that it shook through them all when suddenly he wasn't around anymore, everybody loved him. especially your dad who's tough and just, and never liked anybody, especially any of your boyfriends. he's expressed that toji was good enough to take care of his little girl, that he could trust you were in good hands when toji was around. you were safe, protected. (your new boyfriend cant compare in your father's eyes. he's a pansy compared to toji, which you always distressfully protest to because that's not a real criticism and your dad is just playing favorites.)

but then the family sees you two get back together, you and toji are back and better than ever. everybody's ecstatic to see him: your sisters and aunts dote on him, ask him to carry heavy things just to talk about how handsome he is when his muscles bulge like that; your uncles and brothers talk man-to-man with him, show him their cars and share their beers and ask him if he wants to watch the game. toji, quite the charmer, insists he's gonna spend time with his girl, and stays with you in the kitchen while you hang with your mom. oh, your mom loves toji. talks about what a spitting image he is of the husband shes always wanted you to have. she makes him lean down so far when she wants to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek at the end of the evening, she lists out the stuff she wants done around the house and toji does them. even tho its supposed to be a party.

fast forward to your dad's bday, and nobody believes you that you and him are done "for good this time" because they've heard about almost every break-up and reunion. they're so convinced that you and him are meant to be, you're just being stubborn.

toji swaggering up to your poor new man to introduce himself so gruffly with his deep voice and callused hand shaking his, saying so shamelessly he's your ex boyfriend. that's crazy big dick energy. it implies so much, loaded asf, bcos you're sighing and hanging your head into your hand because toji just had to go and do something like that.

the photo!! the fucking photo on the wall!! your new bf sees it before you can hastily pull it down off its fucking nail bcos you totally did ask them to take that down! and its such a good picture too. you and toji tangled so close together. he's in leather jacket, cheek-to-cheek with you, arms around you while your leg is up around him. you look good together.

i think he'd play a bit of a hard-to-get thing with you, coyly asking you about your boyfriend, where'd you meet, etc. you know him too well to think he's being genuine, and he hits you that he thinks its "cute"

you have to leave because there's no way you're gonna talk about this shit with him, having an argument in the driveway between your cars because you cant keep your voice down when you're with him. you're berating him for showing his face here even if he was invited, and he's telling you its not his fault your father loves him so much. fighting like an old married couple when he tells you he wants you back and he doesn't give a fuck who that skeevy guy was that came earlier. he tells you that he knows you want a real man when you left him because of how pigheaded and brutish he is. pandering to your family so you'll never be rid of him is exactly the kind of manipulation you wanted to get away from, and he defends it as some sort of strategy of playing the long game for the finger he wants to put a ring on. and its like you've done this game before, you're tired. one thing you're not tired of, is how remarkably agreeable the two of you are while you're fucking. so you settle the argument with your bodies <3

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Daughter of the Rain and Snow

Concept: Around ten years after the events of Crooked Kingdom, 25-year-old Captain Inej Ghafa frees Maya Olsen from a pleasure house in Ketterdam. Maya is looking for revenge against the man who put her in her position, a man who she knows nothing about except his name: Kaz Brekker.

Tags: @wraith--2 @lunarthecorvus @just2bubbly @real-fragments7 @cartoon-clifford @origami-butterfly @lady-a-stuff @thelibraryofalexandriastillburns @inej-ghafa-deserves-the-world @thatdelusionalnerd

If anyone wants to be added let me know :)

Content Warnings: in more general terms I want to remind people to be aware of the nature of Kaz and Inej's experiences and relationship since even if I'm not directly addressing these things they tend to be implicit in any writing about them, but specifically to this chapter there's ptsd references, anxiety, violence references, blood, wounds, and fear of losing loved ones

Note: Oh my goodness we only have the epilogue left to go... this is insane I can't believe we've reached the end

AO3 link: Daughter of the Rain and Snow - Chapter 145 - She_posts_nerdy_stuff - Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 144 - Kaz

At least the Crow Club was back in working order. Beyond that things weren’t looking at their best. Kaz knew from Anika and Pim’s reports that the damage was mostly repaired and they’d reopened the closed wing a few months ago, but he also knew from the income reports Yara had been sending him  that they’d taken a hit. Her projections looked sunnier for next month, but Kaz wasn’t feeling particularly confident. There was a nervous energy about the Slat when he walked in, still as rowdy as it usually was in these early hours of the morning but with a slightly frantic edge. Kaz had known his extended absence would take a toll, but he’d tried to keep in control of what he could. 

“I assume there are rumours going round about -”

“Your mysterious disappearance? Yeah,” said Anika, “We’re treading water trynna cover up for you being missing,”

“Anyone get wise?”

“To the fact you weren’t here or to what you were actually up to?”

Kaz shot her an unamused glare. Clearly he needed to stop telling Anika up to 50% of the truth, because she was getting too good at picking up what the rest of it was. 

“I don’t think so,” she said, “Not with any proof you weren’t around. Few people here and there are convinced you’re dead,”

That didn’t particularly surprise him.

“Any attempts at territory grabs since you last wrote?”

“Liddies are still riled up, but nothing new except a pretty hollow looking threat from Black Tips,”

Kaz sighed. They weren’t staying in Ketterdam for long, he’d have to get through work quickly and make a few choice appearances if he could spare the time.

As far as Kaz and Inej knew, the plan was for them to drop in on Jesper and Wylan for the afternoon, then go to the house overnight whilst Nina stayed on the Geldstradt. They didn’t have the space to have her at the house by the harbour - especially when Alyssa was staying with them too - and anyway she would only be kept up all night by Sadja. But apparently Jesper and Wylan had other plans, as soon as they were through the door it was all but a demand they at least stay there the first night. They’d even set up a room for Alyssa upstairs, so she was close if Inej or Sadja needed her.

“How are you feeling?” Kaz had asked, watching Inej’s hand find the railing on the porch of the Hendriks house.

“I’m fine,”

Kaz shook his head, looking down at Sadja.

“Once you can talk I’m going to teach you to shout at your Mama every time she says that,” he told her, gently readjusting the sling in hopes of helping her settle.

Nina laughed.

Sadja had done well on the boat, Kaz thought, for a stubborn two month old who had never travelled further than the Grand Palace until a couple of weeks ago, but she hadn’t slept well last night and still didn’t seem to be interested in sleeping now.

“Kaz, really,” said Inej, shaking her head, “I’m okay. I’m just tired,”

Kaz nodded, but he and Nina had shared a brief glance. Inej rang the doorbell and Sadja immediately jutted out her bottom lip in indignation; for a moment Kaz thought she was going to cry but she settled again, still looking a little grumpy. He readjusted his cane so that he could remain balanced whilst he offered her his finger, and once she’d acknowledged it he gently rubbed his hand up and down her tiny tummy.

“Do you not like doorbells, Sadja?”

“I think it’s quite normal for babies not to like loud noises, Kaz,” said Nina, peering over the sling, “You’re okay, aren’t you Sadja? You’re a brave little muffin,”

“Brave little muffin?” asked Kaz.

“Hey, that is just about the highest compliment I’ve ever given anyone,”

“Well, you are brave aren’t you Sadja? You’re just like your Mama,”

She wriggled a little in the sling, as though she was trying to look up at him properly, and smiled. Kaz glowed. 

The door had barely been opened when they were met by the practically shouted words:

“Where’s my niece?”

“Well, hello to you too, Jesper,” said Inej, sharing his soft laugh.

She leaned into the arm he offered and he kissed her on the cheek, ushering her over the doorstep. Kaz followed, nodding at Jesper.

“Saints, I’ve missed you,” said Jesper, hugging Inej again.

“Oh, I’ve missed you too,”

Nina cleared her throat, glaring teasingly at Jesper. He threw an arm around her shoulders.

“I’ve missed you too, darling, obviously. And I guess I missed you Kaz,”

“Always with the compliments,”

Where’s Wylan?” asked Inej.

“Couldn’t get out of a meeting,” Jesper replied, shaking his head, “He won’t be long. Now, where’s this little Sadja you’ve been withholding from me?”

“Withholding-? She’s only been alive two months - and you were in Novyi Zem for one and a half of them,”

“Withholding,” Jesper repeated

Inej laughed. Kaz gently scooped Sadja out of her sling and into his arms, rocking her for a moment before he passed her to Inej so Jesper could lean over and greet her. He looked like he was about to burst with glee.

“Oh my goodness, you two she’s so beautiful. Aren’t you? Yes you are, yes you are,”

Jesper looked up at Kaz and Inej, grinning.

“She’s wonderful,”

“She most certainly is,” Kaz smiled, pushing the door to behind him before they walked together towards the living room, “It’s good to see you, Jes,”

“You too. And honestly you with a baby is quite possibly both the funniest and cutest thing I have ever seen, so thank you for that,”

Nina snorted. Kaz glared at them both. 

“And how are you?” Jesper had asked Inej, as they sat on the sofa together.

It was about twenty minutes later and Wylan had just got back, all apologies for being late and overjoyed to see them all again. He was now sitting in between Inej and Kiada with Sadja in his arms, smiling.

“Well, I haven’t slept in about two months,” Inej smiled, leaning her head onto Jesper’s shoulder, “But other than that I’m doing pretty well. How are you? - How was Novyi Zem?”

“I’m good, we’re all pretty good at the minute, actually. And Novyi Zem was lovely, good to see my Da, and everyone did a very good job,” he squeezed Aimee’s hand lightly, from where she was perching on the arm of the sofa next to him, “There were a few moments where we thought we’d have to come home early - that was always in the plan as an option, if anyone needed it - but we ended up staying the whole time,”

“How’s Colm?” asked Nina, leaning forwards to pick her coffee up from the table.

The conversation floated on, and Kaz had drifted in and out of paying attention to it as he kept his eyes on Sadja. She started wriggling uncomfortably and Wylan passed her back to Inej, then a moment passed before she started crying. 

“Is she alright?” asked Kaz.

“She’s just hungry,” said Inej, looking at Kaz in a way that meant calm down, she’s a baby, she’s going to cry, you do not need to worry as she stood up and gently rocked Sadja against her chest, whispering to her in Suli, “I’ll take her upstairs,”

At some point, Kaz wasn’t exactly sure how long it had been, it was only him, Nina, and Jesper still sitting in the living room. Focus had switched freely: the trip to Novyi Zem - two weeks with Colm followed by a month and a half through in Weddle and Shriftport, then another two weeks with Colm - Kiada had struggled with the boat, Aimee had struggled on the farm, Kiada has struggled in Weddle; news on the Ravkans and their new little prince and princess, twins about three months older than Sadja; Clemmie Boscht had started renting an apartment in the city and came to the house to share roast dinner with the family once a month; updates on something Kaz had forgotten to pay attention to as he was wondering how long Inej and Sadja had been gone and if he should go upstairs to find them. Now Nina was asking about wedding plans - the original date should have been last month, but it hadn’t been set in stone when Kaz and Inej first went to Ravka so Jesper and Wylan had decided to postpone and visit Jesper’s father instead of him coming out to them. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Jesper was saying, “Nothing will ever make up for the fact that Kaz Brekker got married before I did,”

Nina flopped against the back cushions of the sofa.

“Yeah, it’s a real blow to the ego isn’t it?”

“Aren’t you two just the height of comedy?” said Kaz drily.

“To be fair, Jes,” Nina added, “I think we were all surprised you weren’t the first to get married. I mean how long had you two known each other before you moved in, two months?”

“No, well I really only joke,” said Jesper, glancing briefly at the door and lowering his voice, “Wylan told me ages ago he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to get married, after everything with his parents he just kinda… lost faith in it,”

Jesper had told Kaz about it at the time. It was years ago, around the time of the Van Eck trial, and Wylan was having an unsurprisingly bad time of it. He said he’d burst into tears and told Jesper that it had been evil of him to trap him in a relationship that would never go anywhere, and that he could leave if he wanted to and Wylan would understand. Apparently Jesper had stared at him for almost a full minute, and then said:

“Wy, you’re seventeen,”

“Well, clearly,” Kaz had said, “You handled that well,”

“I helped him afterwards!” Jepser had cried defensively, “That was just my first thought,”

Now Kaz sat behind his desk at the Slat, flicking through the endless pile of papers laying in wait and watching the hands move on his timepiece. Almost five bells. He wanted to be back by six.

Sadja had woken up not long before three bells, screaming loud enough to bring the entire house down. Kaz fumbled in the dark, searching for his cane, before Inej turned on the gas lights and handed it to him, smiling and shaking her head. They sat next to each other on the side of the mattress as Sadja nursed, and for about half an hour afterwards Kaz was still rocking her slowly whilst Inej lowered the lights and lay back down. Sadja seemed on the verge of settling back to sleep and Kaz stood to return her to the cradle next to the bed, only for her to immediately start wailing again.

“Well I hope you’re not still hungry,” he said softly in Suli, giving her a gente bounce “I think Mama’s asleep,”

She flailed one of her tiny fists into the air and it whacked lightly against Kaz’s chest.

“Not bad form,” he told her, “But you need more strength behind it if you want to do real damage. We’ll work on that when you’re older. What can we do to help you sleep now though, hm?”

Sadja wriggled in his arm and Kaz moved to sit on one of the armchairs so he could set down his cane and support her more comfortably. 

“I don’t have anything new to read to you,” he said, “But I could tell you a story if you’d like,”

There was a pause broken only by Sadja’s impatient cries, before Inej’s soft voice came from the darkness on the other side of the room:

“You know the whole idea of us using one language each with her whilst she's still learning kind of depends on you speaking to her in Kerch, right?”

Kaz looked up.

“Inej? I thought you were asleep,”

“Kaz, if you think anyone could fall asleep through this then I have serious concerns about your hearing. And, again, you’re supposed to speak in Kerch,”

“I’m still not convinced that’s going to work,” he replied, “Isn’t she just going to hear us using both with each other anyway?”

Inej groaned.

“It’s three in the morning, Kaz, can we talk about this later?”

He laughed softly, nodding though he wasn’t sure if she’d see in the dark. He’d known that he needed to go to the Slat - the last word from Anika and Pim had been concerningly vague -  but he could stay here a little while yet, couldn’t he? What harm would it do, just to stay here for a little longer? He sighed.

“You need to go, don’t you?”

He didn’t know how she did that.

“It can wait until tomorrow,”

“You can’t,” said Inej, quietly, “Go on. I’ll get her settled, just don’t be long, okay?”

“Never,”

He really needed to stop watching the clock, or he wouldn’t get anything done and have to bully himself into staying longer. It was a good while past five bells when he left, ignoring the shouts for attention that followed him from the crowd. The Hendriks house was mostly still sleeping, though Wylan was unsurprisingly up and in the kitchen making coffee by the time Kaz arrived at six bells. Inej was awake but she was still upstairs, not long dressed and part way through brushing her hair when Kaz knocked softly on the door. She opened it slowly, pressing a finger to her lips as he slipped inside.

“Sadja’s asleep,”

Kaz stood over the cradle for a moment, watching her. She really was perfect. Inej appeared next to him, her arm slipping around his waist once he’d nodded confirmation. She leaned her head against his shoulder.

“She already looks like you,” she whispered.

Kaz shook his head.

“She’s beautiful. That’s all you,”

Inej shook her head then, her hand finding his and slipping beneath the rim so her fingers brushed his wrist. Kaz’s heart leapt, thinking of holding her on the floor almost a year ago, a knife in her gut and her blood soaking over both of them. He swallowed and she felt him tense, starting to pull away to give him space. His fingers tightened over hers, holding her to him. 

“We’ve not…” she hesitated, “We’ve not talked about a plan for where to live. For what to do next,”

Kaz had been avoiding the conversation, because he didn’t actually know what he was going to say. But it was a year ago when he couldn’t tell her everything he’d thought he should be able to say by now - 

Their happiness, together. In Kerch, in Ravka, they could move to the permafrost in Fjerda for all he cared. He would carve a life for her in the face of a mountain, if that was what she wanted.

- and so much had changed since then. He should be able to tell her that now. And he did.

Inej turned and leaned her face up towards his, glowing in the soft dancing light of dawn leaking through the window, her dark eyes shimmering. She lifted a hand up to cup his cheek, and slowly they leaned into each other. Their foreheads pressed against each other, Kaz’s hand slipped down Inej’s back, and their lips met in the warmth of spring and joy and a family that for so long Kaz had convinced himself he didn’t want, because he never thought he’d be able to find it. 

The entire world was golden.

[thebunnednun]

Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting (Part 5)

This could go one of two ways. "We could flip the coin I'll be your slave."

Buckle your asses down. I know all the buggy fic writers have been busy and there isn’t much to work with in terms of material from the show rn.

But that isn’t gonna stop me!

Reader becomes a very naughty girl in this next scene.

Part 4: Here

-----------------Chapter 5: Unexpected dinner guests-------------------

The early morning air was thick with tension ( and sweat, ew.) as the crew gathered around the dimming fireplace, the warmth of the flames offering a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the looming threat of Buggy and his crew.

Conversation was pretty subdued, each of the members lost in their own thoughts as they contemplated the events of the day and the challenges that lay ahead.

Sanji being the doting momma he is, was making everyone a hearty breakfast even though no one really had much of an appetite. Luffy had gathered some plants and fruits from the nearby foliage and Nami was making some plans for repairs with Usopp and a new list of supplies. 

Zoro sat in silence, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sharpened his swords with practiced precision. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and calculations, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger. He glanced over your form a few times before straightening himself out. 

Robin, ever the strategist, poured over a map of the island, tracing her finger along its winding paths and hidden trails. Her keen intellect paired with Nami’s was going to be the foundation of getting off this weird island. 

Chopper busied himself with tending to the fire, his small hands deftly arranging the logs to keep the flames burning bright. He helped you bring in water for everyone's baths this morning and was checking in on your mental state. The poor baby even offered himself as a cuddle buddy for you sometime in the night. You woke up with your hand absentmindedly rubbing his back not knowing if it was to sooth him or yourself. To remind yourself that you were safe, for now. 

Brooks had kept watch and strummed a few light melodies to help the restlessness that ceased you and the others throughout the night. He had retired upstairs for some rest and you were relieved for him, honestly. You knew everyone was trying to be considerate of your feelings. 

And you, (Y/n), sat quietly among your friends, mind racing with thoughts of Buggy and the looming confrontation that awaited you. The memory of his sinister grin sent a shiver down your spine, a chill that no amount of warmth from the fire could dispel. Everytime you close your eyes, that was all you saw before jerking awake. 

Let’s cut to the chase, you didn’t even know why you found the clown attractive. As the author, I chalk it up to some childhood trauma but to each their own, ya know? Anyway, you couldn’t put your pretty little finger on it. The man literally tried to kill you over accidentally smooching his nose! Wait, speaking of that-

You were barely able to sleep at all these past two nights and it was weighing heavily on you. Thanks to Choppers help you were able to wash all the makeup and sweat off from the evening and had donned a nice pair of gray sweats and a fitted long sleeve black shirt. But, even after all of that, your mind kept replaying the events that led up to now. Especially when you first laid eyes on him.

Those cerulean eyes, blood red grin, and just how good it felt when he held you. The way his eyes traced over you while you were inside his embrace. The sparks that ran through your skin when he trailed his fingers up your arm and found purchase cradling your cheek. His eyes drinking in the sight of you as you became lost in his. How easily he lifted you up to the crowd and even when he carried you over to the center of the ring his hold was gentle yet firm. 

You did want to see what else those hands could do. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in. ‘Be fucking for real. This psycho wanted to kill me. Over what!? A kiss on the nose? Big deal!’ Big deal indeed. You resisted touching your lips to the memory of how soft his nose actually felt. Not to forget how cute he looked getting all flustered from the simple gesture. Which also led you to wonder if anyone had ever shown him affection like that before? [Maybe Shanks?~] The image of your deep red kiss imprinted into the center of his flashy nose made your heart stir. 

Fuck you wanted to see more of his cute reactions. If this is what he did over a little kiss what would he do if you tied him down to your queen bed? Oh, speaking of that-

The cabin offered comfort as you furnished it with the belongings of the ship. The temporary home was beginning to feel permanent and you could tell it was grinding gears on Luffy. Now he had been pretty angry on behalf of the villagers and wanted to return to help them immediately.

The only issue was that the townspeople seemed to actually like ‘Buggy.’ Which was even fucking weirder. Apparently he often “performed” there for free making it one of the safer islands in the far east blue.

You didn’t even know if you could call this ocean part of the east blue. Not many charts or maps of it existed which was causing Robin and Nami mental distress. 

Needless to say, Gumby was pretty on edge about the whole thing. 

"We need a plan," you said finally, breaking the silence that had settled over the group. "We can't just sit here and wait for Buggy to come to us."

Zoro nodded in agreement, his gaze focused and determined. "Agreed. We need to be proactive if we're going to stand a chance against him."

Robin glanced up from the map, her expression thoughtful. "I suggest we fortify our defenses and set up traps along the perimeter of the cabin. That way, we'll be ready for any surprises he might throw our way." 

Chopper nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement. "And I can brew up some potions to help boost our strength and stamina! We'll need all the help we can get if we're going to take on Buggy and his crew."

Sanji agreed to help Usopp with repairs after you asked him nicely with Nami threatening him behind your back. Brooks was left alone out of respect for the more senior member of the group. 

After breakfast, the crew fell into a flurry of activity, each member contributing their skills and expertise to the preparations. Zoro and Sanji set to work reinforcing the walls of the cabin, while Usopp and Nami fashioned crude but effective traps from the surrounding foliage. 

Meanwhile, you and Robin scoured the area for potential supplies after setting your traps, reaching out to passing authorities and sailors for assistance in dealing with Buggy. The response was mixed, with some offering their emotional support while others turned a blind eye to your plight. 

But despite the challenges and setbacks, the crew remained determined as they faced the looming threat of Buggy and his crew. As the sun began to rise over the horizon, casting a golden afternoon glow over the island, the stage was set for a showdown unlike any other, and the crew of the Straw Hat Pirates were determined to emerge victorious. 

As the preparations continued, you felt a responsibility to express your thanks. "Alright, listen up, everyone," you declared, your voice ringing out with authority as you addressed the crew. "We're not going to let some two-bit clown pirate intimidate us. We've faced far worse than Buggy and his crew, and we've always come out on top."

Your words were met with cheers and nods of agreement from your companions, their determination mirrored in their eyes.

"Now let's show them what we're made of," Luffy continued, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And remember, no matter what happens out there, we've got each other's backs. That's what makes us the greatest crew on the Grand Line!" 

With renewed determination, the crew set to work with renewed vigor, their spirits lifted by the inspiring words and unwavering confidence. You slipped on some sneakers and grabbed your bag of farming tools. Today was going to be productive come rain or murderous blue haired, seafoam green eyes, well built, six foot tall clowns with sickeningly sexy smiles. 

‘Damn, you thirsty bitch, priorities!!’

The sun continued to warm your cold bones, you couldn't help but feel a sense of calm swell within you. This wasn’t sooo bad. And with that thought in mind, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead with courage, cunning, and a healthy dose of sarcasm. 

Usopp and Sanji ventured down to the river to scavenge for materials to repair the damaged ship, while Zoro, true to form, managed to get himself lost in the dense undergrowth once again.

"Where's that mossy bastard gone off to this time?" Sanji grumbled, his brow furrowed in frustration as he scanned the surrounding foliage for any sign of Zoro.

“WHY, did you let him go in the first place!”

Usopp shrugged, his eyes wide with apprehension. "Who knows with him? We'll just have to keep searching until we find him."

Meanwhile, Robin and Chopper had ventured back out into the town to find a library or bookstore, leaving Nami and Luffy to keep an eye on the cabin and its surroundings. But as the hours passed and there was still no sign of Zoro, Nami's patience began to wear thin. 

"That idiot better not have gotten himself into trouble," she muttered, her hands clenched into fists as she paced back and forth in front of the cabin.

Luffy, ever the optimist, grinned widely as he watched Nami's pacing with amusement. "Don't worry, Nami! Zoro can handle himself. He's probably just taking a nap somewhere."

But just as Nami was about to launch into a tirade about the moss-headed swordsman's sense of direction, your voice cut through the air. 

“You guys don’t need to babysit me. I know you don’t wanna leave me alone and I was scared. But, it would be worse if Zoro was lost for two days again.” Nami nodded and sighed, “We could pick up Robin and Chopper before searching the trees again. He better not have gotten captured.” They left with Luffy giving you a tight hug before disappearing. 

You honestly needed that time alone. The ground was soft enough for you to kneel and plant the different seeds as you pleased. You worked in silence mostly though. But you did take a moment to bring a little lunch to Sanji and Usopp which they were very thankful for, especially Sanji. The man practically shot you with the hearts in his eyes. 

At some point, you had gone around the side of the cabin while the guys were still mending the sides of the ship. You could hear rustling from behind and you stopped to focus your gaze into the greenery behind you. However, nothing and no one had appeared so you continued with your planting. Which is why you ignored the next rustling sound until you felt a pair of human eyes trained on your back. 

“Back again already Moss stone?”

But instead of an enemy, a familiar figure emerged from the foliage, his flamboyant attire and smug grin made your eyes hurt immediately. 

He had ditched the captain hat. With a swift motion, he cast aside the iconic captain's hat, letting it tumble to the ground. However, instead of abandoning his pirate flair entirely, he retained the striped bandana wrapped snugly around his head. The vibrant hues of his appearance were unmistakable - vivid red lips contrasting against wisps of cerulean blue hair, framed by piercing emerald eyes. There stood none other than Buggy the Clown.

As you faced off against the notorious pirate, your grip on your shovel tightened, and your eyes narrowed with suspicion. A myriad of questions raced through your mind, each demanding answers that only Buggy himself could provide.

You couldn't shake off the feeling that something dangerous lurked beneath his playful demeanor. Buggy's smile, which usually spread from ear to ear, was peculiarly closed-lipped, and he remained silent for a few moments, studying you with a curious expression. 

You could sense the tension in the air, and you knew that this encounter could go either way. What caught you off guard was the deep cherry kiss still outlined on his nose. Finally, he offered a small wave in greeting, which did nothing to put you at ease. 

"What do you want, Buggy?" you finally demanded, your voice sharp with contempt.

Buggy raised his hands in a placating gesture, his grin widening as he took a step forward. "Now, now, princess, there's no need for hostility," he said, his voice dripping with false charm. "I've come to talk to your lovely captain. It seems we have some unfinished business to discuss."

You scoffed, gaze cold as you glared at the clown pirate. "I highly doubt Luffy has anything to discuss with you, Buggy. Now leave before things get uglier."

His face darkened for a moment, but Buggy merely chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he turned his attention to you, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"(Y/n), my dear. That’s your name right? Ya know, I’m actually delighted to see you again," he purred, his voice oozing with false sweetness as he sauntered towards you. "I must say, I've been quite curious about you ever since our little encounter at the big top. Tell me, what possessed you to plant such a bold kiss on my nose?"

You raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing at the corners of your lips as you regarded the clown pirate. "Oh, you know me, Buggy," you teased, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "I couldn't resist the opportunity to plant one on the most infamous nose in the Grand Line."

Buggy chuckled, his grimm grin widening at your boldness. "Ah, I see. Well, you certainly have a way with words, my dear. But I'm afraid I can't let you off the hook that easily. You see, I have a proposition for you."

Before you could respond, Buggy lunged forward, his hand outstretched as he attempted to grab you. But you were too quick for him, sidestepping his clumsy attack and smashing the head of your shovel down on his cranium. The clown almost stood up after the first hit, but you kept on with your tirade until he was on his knees. 

"Not so fast, Bozo!" your voice was laced with determination as you summoned your powers. With a flick of your wrist, you sent a wave of energy towards Buggy, enveloping him in a shimmering aura.

Buggy's eyes widened in shock as he felt himself shrinking down to size, his cries of protest drowned out by the sound of the repairs. Within moments, he was so small you would step on him if his outfit wasn’t so flashy. Quickly, you emptied a mason jar from your gardening bag and Buggy found himself trapped inside, his flamboyant attire dirty and his dignity shattered.

You grinned triumphantly as you held the jar up to eye level, your victory complete. "Oh,  how the turn tables," you said, your voice filled with satisfaction. "Now it's time for you to listen to what I have to say." You plopped the screaming specimen into your bag carefully. Finally, after almost three days of torment you finally held the object of your nightmares. You decided to add air holes later seeing how the angry little elf was banging on the container furiously. 

With Buggy safely contained inside your bag, you turned your attention back to the cabin, eager to fix that clowns attitude. Usopp and Sanji didn’t stop working which meant they hadn't even heard your small fight. Brooks was still asleep, you think. So, you’d have to be quick. 

Heart pounding and cheeks flushed with excitement, you hastily drew your bag up to your chest. Buggy's jar made a muffled clicking sound barely registering over the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. “I’m going to bed until dinner!” Sanji waved at you and you curtseyed before running inside. With a quick glance around to ensure that no one had witnessed your victory, you darted inside the cabin while giggling like a mad woman. 

But as you bounded up the stairs to the second floor, your mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. The encounter with Buggy had left you feeling both exhilarated and flustered, the memory of his piercing gaze and wicked grin lingering in the back of your mind. I mean, your powers weren’t permanent if you didn’t control your emotions. There was no telling what that tall ass clown would do to your cute little plump ass if he escaped. 

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts as you reached the top of the stairs. But no matter how hard you tried to focus, the image of Buggy trapped inside the mason jar danced tantalizingly at the edges of your consciousness, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. 

"Hey, (Y/n), what's got you all worked up?" Brooks' voice interrupted your thoughts, his sockets raised in curiosity as he watched you enter the room. He had startled you in the hallway after the staircase in a pink fuzzy bathrobe and matching slippers. 

You forced a smile, trying to appear calm and collected despite the turmoil raging inside you. "Oh, nothing much," you replied nonchalantly, though your heart still raced with adrenaline. "Just had a little run-in with some bugs, that's all." 

Some tall, dark, sexy bugs. 

Brooks' sockets widened in surprise, his expression mirroring the mix of shock and awe that you felt. "Bug, you say?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. 

You shrugged modestly. "It was nothing, really," you said, trying to downplay your accomplishment. "Just a stroke of luck, I suppose." You excused yourself to your room and quietly locked the door. And as you stood against your bedroom door, you couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and determination wash over you.

But deep down, you knew that it was more than just luck. It was your quick thinking and resourcefulness that had allowed you to outmaneuver Buggy. If you weren’t aware of your surroundings you may not be here right now. ‘Sanji and Usopp wouldn’t have even heard me.’ A weight settling in your stomach as the realization sank in. With a heavy heart, you gravitated towards your bed, seeking solace in its familiarity.

You laid on top of your bed for a few moments. Mainly to calm your heart down from pounding out of your chest. Your nerves were shot. Gripping your fingers into the comforter you held tight as though the earth was tipping over and you would fall into the other side if you didn't. ‘I am safe here, I’m safe here, I am safe,’ you whispered into your mattress like a mantra. You slowly turned your head towards your bag before taking the jar out and setting it on your bed. 

Buggy looked a little disheveled but otherwise fine. However, the hate in his green orbs was loud and clear. The insults started almost immediately and you wondered how a man so small could still be so loud. You didn’t respond, though. Just staring at him through your long lashes before he quieted down. 

Then it was just the two of you gazing at each other in the soft afternoon light. 

“Are you done staring yet, princes?” he finally spoke with the left corner of his lips pulled into a smirk. You thunked the glass with your middle finger causing him to go stumbling back into the jar. You’d give Buggy this: The clown knew how to work your last damn nerves. 

“What?! Did ya get flustered?~”As Buggy taunted and teased, you couldn't help but fire back with your own brand of sarcasm, refusing to let his words get under your skin. His attempts to rile you up only fueled your determination to give as good as you got, matching his barbs with quick retorts and sassy comebacks.

"Why do you even want me anyway, huh?" Buggy quipped, his voice laced with amusement as he eyed you from inside the jar. "I'm not exactly your typical catch, you know."

You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to roll to the back of your head and keep them there. "Oh, I don't know," you replied, feigning innocence as you reached for your art supplies. "Maybe I just have a thing for clowns with oversized egos…"

“...and noses.”

Buggy chuckled, though there was a hint of insecurity in his eyes as he glanced down at his nose. "And what's with that nose of yours, anyway?" you continued, unable to resist questioning his apparent insecurity. "Are you compensating for something?"

He bristled at your remark, but before he could respond, you distracted him by pulling out your sketchbook and pencils. "I think I'll capture this moment for posterity," you said, your voice dripping with glee as you began to sketch his likeness.

Buggy watched with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance as you worked, occasionally making lewd comments about your outfit from that night. Each time he did, you shook the jar, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. “STOP THAT SHIT!” You shook the jar again until he was 

As the afternoon wore on, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about the man trapped inside the jar. What was the deal with him anyway? You poked little holes at the top for him to breathe and dropped bits of bread into the jar all the while trying to engage him in conversation and banter. 

Buggy actually looked rather grateful,”Yeah, those shit heads didn’t feed me the last time.” Your eyes widened in surprise at the notion but as he explained you could see why. “Sanji at least gave you an orange and you were being a pretty big jerk.” He shrugged and swung one booted foot over the other. “What kind’ve shithead brings smoke bombs to a fight with a fish man?” His comment made you chuckle and he paused his eating to observe you. 

You were sketching him again before holding the jar up to your eyes. “Ya know, I think I have an idea.” And then, feeling a sudden surge of curiosity, you decided to grow him to the size of a doll.

Buggy's eyes widened in surprise as he suddenly found himself bigger but with you towering over him, his usual cold gaze replaced by a sense of vulnerability. But before he could protest, you picked him up, being careful not to squish him. “Can you stop being fucking creepy for ten minutes!”

You ignored his whining and began to poke and tickle his body. Thinking about it, Buggy  was about the same size as a water bottle now. You wanted to take his bandana off to see what his hair looked like but you didn’t want to hurt him. “ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!” Finding consciousness, you paused your touching to look up at him again.

“Mm?”

Buggy rolled his eyes, unpleased by your behavior. “Ya know, you're like, really weird. That’s a lot coming from me.” Feeling vengeful, whisked him away into your closet, revealing a secret dollhouse hidden away in the corner. Upon seeing it, Buggy began to fail and kick as he screamed, “NO (Y/N) DON’T EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT IT YOU-”

Let’s just say his protests fell on deaf ears as you placed him inside the dollhouse, a smirk playing on your lips as you closed the door behind him. "Now, now, Buggy," you said, your voice tinged with amusement. "I think it's time for you to learn a lesson in humility."

Buggy was beside himself. “What kinda sick sadistic shit is this!” His pride was wounded by your actions. "Why are you doing this to me?" he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration.

You shrugged, unable to hide the satisfaction in your voice. "Consider it a lesson in empathy," you replied, your tone firm but gentle. "Maybe now you'll think twice before you go around terrorizing innocent people."

Buggy's expression softened, a hint of remorse flickering in his eyes. "Fine," he grumbled, though there was a hint of resignation in his voice. "But if I were my normal size, I'd spank your ass raw for this."

You laughed, shaking your head at his bravado. "Sure you would, Buggy," you said, your voice teasing as you turned to leave the room. "Sure you would." 

Just as you were about to sit down, there was a knock on the door. Sanji poked his head in, his eyebrows raised inquisitively. "Supper's ready, (Y/n)," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity as to why you were in the closet. "Are you coming?"

You nodded, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you glanced back at the doll house "I'll be right there," you replied, trying to hide the smirk on your face. As you locked the closet door behind you, you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Buggy trapped inside the dollhouse, his indignant protests muffled by the closed door. 

Satisfied with your prank, you made your way to the dining area where Sanji had prepared supper for everyone.

As you sat down at the table, you couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that bubbled inside you. Surely Buggy wouldn't be able to escape the dollhouse, right?

But as supper progressed and the conversation flowed, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at the back of your mind. What if he did manage to get out? What if one of the others saw him? 

WHAT IF HE TELLS THEM ABOUT THE DOLLHOUSE!

Just as the thought crossed your mind, Luffy, Nami, Chopper, and Robin returned from their search for Zoro, their faces drawn with worry. Sanji and Usopp, along with Brooks, excused themselves from the table to go look for their missing crewmate, leaving you alone with the others.

As you tried to focus on the dinner conversation, your mind kept drifting back to the closet and the trapped clown inside. You knew you had to go check on him, but you couldn't risk anyone else seeing him. “Hey y’all I’m gonna take a waz, be back!”

Finally, unable to ignore the nagging feeling any longer, you excused yourself from the table and hurried back to your room. But when you opened the closet door, your heart sank as you realized that Buggy was nowhere to be found. 

Panic surged through you immediately as a cold sweat looking through the closet into the open space of your room. As you frantically searched from the desk into the bedframe there was no sign of him. You cursed under your breath, realizing that he must have escaped during supper.

With a sinking feeling in your stomach, you knew you had to find him before anyone else did. But where could he have gone? And how were you going to explain his presence if anyone asked? 

Desperate to avoid detection, you began to search every nook and cranny of the cabin, your heart pounding with fear and anxiety. But as the minutes ticked by and the search proved fruitless, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping over you.

What if you couldn't find him in time? And what if someone else did?

As you raced against the clock, your mind raced with thoughts of the consequences if Buggy was discovered. But despite the fear that gripped you, you knew that you had to find him before it was too late.

With a sinking feeling in your chest, you continued to search every corner of the cabin, desperate to find any trace of Buggy. Just as you were about to give up hope, your eyes fell upon a small figure crouched beneath the dining table.

It was Buggy, his eyes wide with fear as he stared up at you. 

Just staring at each other

Prolonged eye contact

Without a second thought, you scooped him up in your hands and held him close to your chest, hoping to hide him from view.

Feeling the warmth of your body against him, Buggy squirmed in discomfort, but you held him tightly, determined to keep him hidden. As you settled back into your seat, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. With each passing moment, the tension grew thicker, threatening to suffocate you. But you pushed aside your fears, determined to enjoy the meal and the company of your friends.

However, as the conversation turned to lighter topics, you found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Buggy's presence weighed heavily on your mind, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just beneath the surface.

Just as you were about to excuse yourself from the table, you felt a sharp jab against your side. Glancing down, you realized that Buggy was trying to wriggle free from your grasp. With a panicked squeak, you quickly readjusted your grip, dropping him inside your cleavage. You could see his pale face turn redder than his lipstick as he pushed against the soft flesh that caged him. 

Bold, aren't we?

"Shh, quiet down," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "We don't want anyone to find you."

Buggy scowled up at you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and indignation. "Let me go, you insolent wench!" he hissed, his voice filled with venom.

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed by his theatrics. "Not a chance," you retorted, your tone in a harsh whisper. "You're staying right here until I figure out what to do with you."

With a huff of annoyance, Buggy crossed his arms over his chest, sulking like a petulant child. But despite his protests, you held him firmly in place, determined to keep him hidden until dinner was over.  With Buggy safely tucked away, you could focus on finishing your food without any distractions.

As the meal came to a close, you excused yourself from the table, citing the need to use the bathroom. With Buggy safely tucked away inside your blouse, you hurried back to your room, hoping to have a moment of peace and quiet.

But as you entered the room and closed the door behind you, you looked down inside your blouse to your cleavage and was met with Buggy's furious glare. Scooping him out, you placed the flustered man onto your bed and sat on the opposed end. "How dare you treat me like some toy!" he spat, his voice laced with anger.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "Listen, Buggy, I'm sorry for trapping you like that, but I can't risk anyone finding out about you," you explained, your voice tinged with exasperation.

Buggy's scowl deepened, but you could see the fear lurking behind his eyes. "And what if they do find out?" he demanded, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But before you could come up with an answer, a knock sounded at the door, interrupting your conversation.

"Hey, (Y/n), everything alright in there?" It was Robin’s voice, tinged with concern.

You cursed under your breath, realizing that you didn't have much time to come up with a plan. With a resigned sigh, you turned back to Buggy, a determined glint in your eyes.

"We'll talk about this later," you said firmly, before dropping him back into your bra and rushing to answer the door. But as you did, you couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get a whole lot more complicated.

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[peepee-magee]

New obey me oc I've been working on to distract from wanting to fuck up my sleep schedule. I have no name for them yet, but if you have one I'm open to suggestions.

They come from a dying family whose notorious for their long term dedication to perfecting the art of handicraft. They studied under their father for most of their childhood learning the family trade, which allowed them to meet and eventually befriend Mephistopheles who's family regularly hired theirs for various projects. Over the years they eventually developed a little crush on him, but after they found out he planned to only ever date seriously/marry to help Diavolo politically they took their delusional bruised heart across the Devildom to study under whatever artistic and building masters would take them for 2500 years.

Once they returned they took to establishing themselves as the rightful heir of their family and quickly built a name for themselves as someone known for making impossible ideas real while maintaining utility and adapting to any style. This new hype eventually reached Diavolo, who after an afternoon tea chat hired them on a whim for some pet projects which helped their business explode. They were fairly comfortable in their life just chilling until the brothers arrived and, upon realizing how much a mess they were, being hired by Diavolo to basically repair any damage they caused.

They fucking hated that family for the longest time lol. Upon their arrival they managed to restore the depth of their friendship with Mephistopheles by bitching over how annoying they were together. However, after a few centuries and a massive confrontation between them and the brothers around the time they were working on the RAD project. They eventually squashed the worst of their beef, and has managed to slowly become friendly with Levi and Beel who at least have the common decency to apologies whenever they have to come fix whatever widespread damage they've caused.

They still have a bit of a crush on their friend, but they've since learned to manage their expectations.

[healthy444]

Can I build muscle and lose fat at the same time?

Yes, it is possible to build muscle and lose fat simultaneously, though it can be challenging and typically requires a well-structured approach. This process is often referred to as “recomping” (short for recomposition). Here are some key strategies to achieve this:

1. Nutrition

Caloric Balance: Aim for a slight caloric deficit to lose fat while providing enough nutrients to support muscle growth. This typically means consuming slightly fewer calories than your body needs to maintain its current weight.

Protein Intake: Ensure a high protein intake (1.6 to 2.2 grams per kilogram of body weight) to support muscle repair and growth.

Macronutrient Balance: Balance your diet with a good mix of carbohydrates and fats to provide energy and support overall health.

2. Strength Training

Progressive Overload: Continuously challenge your muscles by increasing the weight, reps, or intensity of your workouts over time.

Compound Movements: Focus on compound exercises (squats, deadlifts, bench presses) that work multiple muscle groups simultaneously.

Consistency: Maintain a regular workout schedule, typically 3–5 times per week, to consistently stimulate muscle growth.

3. Cardio

Moderation: Incorporate moderate cardio to support fat loss without compromising muscle gains. High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) can be particularly effective.

Timing: Consider doing cardio on non-lifting days or after strength training sessions to prioritize muscle preservation.

4. Recovery

Sleep: Ensure adequate sleep (7–9 hours per night) to allow your body to recover and grow.

Rest Days: Incorporate rest days to prevent overtraining and reduce the risk of injury.

5. Consistency and Patience

Long-Term Commitment: Body recomposition is a gradual process that requires consistent effort over time. Patience and persistence are crucial.

Monitor Progress: Track your progress with measurements, photos, and performance in the gym rather than just focusing on the scale.

6. Individual Factors

Starting Point: Beginners or individuals returning after a long break often see more dramatic changes in body composition.

Genetics: Genetic factors can influence how easily you gain muscle or lose fat.

7. Nutrient Timing

Pre-Workout Nutrition: Consume a meal or snack rich in protein and carbohydrates about 1–2 hours before your workout to fuel performance.

Post-Workout Nutrition: Have a post-workout meal or shake with protein and carbs within 30–60 minutes after your workout to aid recovery and muscle growth.

8. Hydration

Stay Hydrated: Adequate hydration is essential for overall health, performance, and recovery. Aim to drink plenty of water throughout the day, particularly before, during, and after workouts.

9. Supplementation

Protein Supplements: Whey or plant-based protein powders can help you meet your daily protein requirements.

Creatine: Creatine monohydrate is a well-researched supplement that can enhance strength, power, and muscle mass.

Branched-Chain Amino Acids (BCAAs): These can help reduce muscle soreness and promote muscle protein synthesis, particularly when training in a fasted state.

10. Mind-Muscle Connection

Focus on Form: Pay attention to proper form and technique to maximize muscle engagement and prevent injury.

Contraction: Emphasize the contraction of the target muscles during each exercise to improve muscle activation.

11. Variation in Training

Periodization: Incorporate different phases in your training program, such as strength, hypertrophy, and endurance phases, to continually challenge your muscles and prevent plateaus.

Exercise Variety: Regularly change your exercises, rep ranges, and workout routines to keep your muscles guessing and promote continuous adaptation.

12. Tracking and Adjustment

Regular Assessments: Keep track of your body composition, strength levels, and overall progress. Adjust your diet and training plan based on these assessments to ensure continued progress.

Listen to Your Body: Be mindful of signs of overtraining or injury. Adjust your training intensity and volume as needed to prevent burnout and maintain long-term progress.

13. Metabolic Rate and Muscle Mass

Muscle Increases Metabolism: Building muscle increases your resting metabolic rate (RMR), helping you burn more calories even at rest, which aids in fat loss.

14. Hormonal Balance

Manage Stress: High-stress levels can lead to elevated cortisol, which can negatively impact muscle growth and fat loss. Incorporate stress management techniques such as meditation, yoga, or deep breathing exercises.

Hormonal Health: Ensure adequate intake of essential fats and micronutrients to support hormonal health, which is crucial for muscle growth and fat loss.

15. Support System

Accountability: Having a workout partner, or coach, or joining a fitness community can provide motivation, accountability, and support.

Education: Continuously educate yourself about nutrition, training, and recovery to make informed decisions and optimize your body recomposition efforts.

By paying attention to these important factors, you can further enhance your ability to build muscle and lose fat simultaneously. Remember, consistency, patience, and a holistic approach are key to achieving long-term success in body recomposition.

[englishstrawbie]

Prompted by @devonofnine - “you’re worthy of my love” - thank you! 

>>>>>

Maya paces up and down outside Carina’s hotel room, absentmindedly wringing her hands together. She bites down into her bottom lip and lets out a long, nervous exhale.

She should be excited. Just twelve hours ago, Carina had told her that she wanted to fix their marriage and agreed to go on a date with her. Maya should be making plans to sweep her wife off her feet, instead of lingering in a hotel corridor like an idiot. But, as happy as she is at the big step forward they took last night, her mind is stuck one thing.

She made a vow to Carina yesterday to rebuild their foundations, to make their relationship stronger than it ever has been. How can they do that, when there is one thing – one big thing – that Maya needs her to know? A thing that might rock their foundations beyond repair.

Maya has been thinking about it all night, barely sleeping as she had stared up at the ceiling above her bunk. Old Maya – the Maya before her accident – would have buried it and kept it a secret, telling herself that it is better than Carina doesn’t know. But she isn’t that Maya anymore and she owes it to Carina, and their marriage, to be honest with her from the beginning – otherwise she has no hope of winning her back.

She takes a deep breath and knocks three times, willing her heart to stop beating so fast as she waits for the door to open.

Carina is surprised to see her.

“Maya! What are you doing here?”

“I… can I come in?”

Carina shoots her a curious glance and steps back, opening the door wider to invite Maya into her room. Despite the distance that has grown between them, she can sense that there is something weighing on Maya’s mind.

“Is everything okay, bambina?”

Maya smiles at the nickname, a familiar term of endearment that she wasn’t sure she would hear again. She looks around at the hotel room. She wishes every day that Carina was at home with her, safe and happy in their apartment.

“Maya?”

“I, uh, I need to tell you something,” Maya says. She looks bravely into Carina’s eyes. “Something that I don’t think you’re going to like hearing.”

She sees fear and confusion on Carina’s face, sees her body tense, and guilt courses through her again.

“When I was… before I…” She sighs. “After Beckett told you and everyone else about the blackmail, I was pissed and I wanted to hurt him. So I bought him a bottle of whisky and took it to him. I left it in his office, knowing that it would tempt him. I wanted him to be tempted.”

Carina doesn’t say anything and Maya can’t read her.

"I don’t know what happened next with Beckett, because I was so far into my own head that I didn’t care. But he was probably drunk that day at the training exercise when Cooper died and, while I know that it wasn’t my fault, I know that my actions contributed to it.”

She looks away from Carina at that point, blinking back the tears that pool in the corner of her eyes, and takes another deep breath.

“I thought you should know,” Maya continues. “You deserve the truth before you go on a date with me. In case…”

She trails off, too scared to finish her sentence.

“In case I decide that I don’t want to save our marriage after all?” Carina finally speaks.

Maya looks back at her and nods.

“You should know everything before you jump back in.”

“Maya,” Carina says softly, stepping forwards. “It’s too late for that. I’m already in.”

She reaches out to brush Maya’s hair out of her face, curling it behind her ear. Maya closes her eyes at her touch, tilting her head into her hand.

“And you’re right, I don’t like what you just told me. But I’m glad you did. And it doesn’t change anything about what I said yesterday.”

Maya shakes her head, dropping her eyes. “I did something terrible.”

“Maya… my love, look at me,” Carina says. She waits until Maya lifts her eyes. “You were sick and, yes, you did something terrible – and you’re sorry about it. I could see that before you even told me about what happened. Tell me, bambina, would you do it again?”

“No!” Maya says without hesitation. “Of course not.”

Carina smiles. “Then that’s all I need to know.”

“But I keep doing things that make it hard to love me. What if…?”

“Maya, I will never stop loving you,” Carina tries to allay her fears. “If I’ve learned anything these last few months, it’s that I love you completely. And what you need to learn is that, even in your darkest days, you are worthy of patience and forgiveness.” She lifts her hand and runs it over Maya’s cheek, wiping away the tears that fall. “And you’re worthy of my love.”

Maya forgets to breathe for a moment as she wonders if Carina is about to kiss her, but instead she slides her hand around Maya’s shoulders, pulling her close and hugging her. Maya buries her face into Carina’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo.

“I love you,” she murmurs.

Carina doesn’t say it back, but Maya feels her embrace tighten and she allows herself to be held for a moment.

“So,” Carina says when they pull back. “Where are you taking me on our date?”

“Can I take you out to lunch today?” Maya asks.

Carina scrunches her nose. “I’m working today. How about tomorrow?”

“I’ll be on shift,” Maya says. She feels impatient and doesn’t want to wait too long before she sees Carina again. “Why don’t you come by for dinner? Andy wants us to do something nice for Theo while he’s acting captain – and you know the team always loves to see you.”

“Okay,” Carina says with a small smile. “How about I bring cannoli for dessert?”

Maya returns her smile, the guilt that has been weighing down on her washed away as relief floods her body.  “Sounds perfect.”

Romantic moment prompts

[bloodyvenomboy]

Alrighty, the poll was kind of split between CC and the Harrisons. I think I will go ahead and ramble about CC since I dont think I have talked about him a whole lot. Hopefully this makes sense, this is first draft only draft

CC, or Cecile rather, used to be an incredibly intelligent and sociable man. He was in college with a biology major and was working on his surgeon residency. A very brilliant man who was stretching himself incredibly thin for his research. He was very passionately focused on incurable diseases and illnesses. He wanted to find cures, or at the very least curb the worse effects of these horrible things to add more quality to life. He wanted to help people. He loved people. Friendliest man according to his colleagues, even at his most stressed out, he never snapped at them, never was nasty, was always level headed.

Ontop of everything he also was a tutor. He was so far ahead of his studies he was almost seen as another professor.

Once he turned 32 though, he noticed some changes in him. He starts twitching, and his usually great memory started to elude him. Little things at first, every now and then. For the first time in his life he started to feel,,,touchy. Irritable.

A pit opened up in his stomach as he recognized the symptoms. Symptoms to a disease he was studying. He told himself he was being paranoid, but his once steady hand,,, it trembled as he held scalpel to skin. He was tested and his fears were confirmed. He was in the early stages of Huntington's. A disease that was going to destroy everything he had built in his life. All of his life aspirations, all his plans, all the people he wanted to help, were now a candle being snuffed out.

He did not handle the news well is an understatement. He became much more erratic. He stopped sleeping. Throwing himself even deeper into his studies to find something, do something to slow down the disease, to find a cure, for something. Hope.

It only got worse as the disease developed. He got increasingly more erratic and irritable and was starting to do rushed experiments on himself in his desperation. Experiments that began to worsen his mental and physical condition. Near literally falling apart at the seams. Colleagues catching him in the late hours of the night in the classrooms rifling through everything, mixing things and injecting himself, crazed and desperate and quickly becoming less and less like the man they knew.

In a moment of lucidity Cecile realized that had done horrific things to himself. His flesh was pallid and didn't feel right anymore. His memory and mood swings were getting worse at a rapid pace that was not attributed to the disease. His body felt wrong with all the chemicals he put in himself. Cocktails of serums that he could not even remember the ingredients to. He realized that he was becoming something else, and not because of the disease, but because of what he was doing in his desire to stop the clock. So he fled. He took all the equipment he could and he ran. He ran to the farthest outskirts of the city and crawled into an abandoned spillway/sewer system.

In there his memory almost completely left him, his knowledge and desire to repair the human body remained. And with no other body around he went on to 'repair' his own body. Elongating limbs, blood and organs becoming full of chemical toxic sludge, frankensteining himself into a creature beyond recognition. No longer Cecile, but CC.

A shambling creature of a man. The disease seems to be dormant, but at the cost of his humanity. His mind is damaged beyond repair. His memory completely shot. Long term almost non-existent, his short term barely functions. Erratic and dangerous and no longer fully a human being. Skin sloughing off his bones, blood and flesh hazardous to touch and ingest, now the equivalent of an LSD laced poison, bones melded together from other peoples bones, he is a monster.

God help any unfortunate passerby that comes close to any entrance to his abode lest they be pulled in to be and unwilling lab rat. The chance of surviving his 'experiments' at this point are near non-existent

[captainkranos]

Big mech seeing a broken down and sleep-moded, but still operating human sized combat robot on the battlefield after the fighting is over.

Mech scanning their OS for an original operator, but they were a rogue bot, fighting because they didn't have anywhere else to go.

Mech carries them back to the workshop at the military base in their big arms, delivering them to the mechanic.

"Oh what's this?... A rogue machine? Must have been tempted by the federation promises of upgraded parts and a sense of purpose. Hmm. Records show that this was their first combat on duty. Let's load up their black box and check the last recorded moments before forced sleep mode."

*Whrrrrr*

The sound of the projector as the data transfer begins. Slowly, footage from the battlefield fades into view.

"*BRBRBRBRBR*"

The unmistakable sound of alliance projectile weaponry fills the workshop. The mech in the corner, asleep in its bay, tenses up, then quickly returns to its original position.

"MOVE IT CLANKERS! THE TRAITORS DON'T REST AND NEITHER WILL YOU!"

Both terms leave a sour taste in the mechanics mouth. Clearly the words of a federation warmonger who hates that they have to resort to machine soldiers.

"IF YOU DON'T KEEP MARCHING, WE WILL HAVE YOU TURNED TO SCRAP AND USED TO MAKE TOILETS!"

The video feed pans down as the robot looks to their arms, holding a rifle, while uncontrollably shaking.

The mechanic turns to the half-disassembled unit lying on the bench.

"You really didn't want to be there, did you..."

Back to the projection, the array of marching robots come to a stop.

"NOW YOU WILL FIGHT HERE, AND YOU WILL DEFEND YOUR CREATORS, AND YOU WILL NOT-"

The sounds of loud thudding can be heard from over the horizon, as several large mechs emerge from over a hill. The rebellion knew of their plans long before the soldiers had even arrived.

"Oh mercy me alive…"

The federation general can be heard running from out of frame as the line of mechs begin firing energy weapons towards the army.

The camera turns and we see the rifle hit the ground as the robot begins to bolt from the crowd. Gunfire can be heard from behind the camera, along with the preprogrammed lines from manufactured soldier-bots.

Despite the shaking camera, a vehicle can be made out in front of the running robot, a green federation Humvee with several stars and stripes along the side.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING! TRYING TO STEAL MY ESCAPE?! GO DIE FOR MY CAUSE!"

The screams of the general can be heard off to the right as the robot turns… directly into an oncoming fist.

The video feed begins to fade to black as the robot careens towards the ground, and the sound of an engine ignition can be heard over the cacophony of energy and projectile weaponry.

The mechanic turns the projector off and turns towards the robot lying on her repair bench.

"Let's see if I can get you fixed up, and fighting for a cause you can actually believe in."

[silkendandelion]

Mirage In The Desert - Chapter 9

Summary: The lovers are damaged beyond repair. But what does this mean for the plan?

Rated Mature for suicidal thoughts, non-graphic violence and blood. Ongoing, will cover the Alabasta Arc. Cross-posted to Ao3, same username. Send me a DM: yell at me, send flowers. Cheers.

~*~

“I’ll ask you one more time: what happened in the desert?”

“No, you’ll answer me.” River clenches but does not back away when he closes the space between them, a suffocating gesture that would kill a lesser animal.

“Who brought the dance powder to Alabasta? Was it Baroque Works? Your orders?”

Crocodile seizes the front of his shirt, the stitches protesting, threatened to break, and River believes for a moment he should have stayed away, kept his head low, and taken their memories with him as the gift that they were.

Can you kill me? Have I failed you if it turns out you can’t?

River has never managed to look afraid of him, not even when they were strangers across his desk, but now. Now. He yanks his hand away like it burns, knuckles popping where he clenches his fist.

His cold demeanor washes back over him faster than it left, a regal apathy that River used to admire, not resent. “You seem to have already made up your mind about what you want to believe.”

“Don’t LIE to me, Crocodile—”

“I’ve never lied to you.”

“So tell me it isn’t true. That’s all I want, just tell me you didn’t do this. That I’ve been misinformed, misled—wouldn’t be the first time—tell me our business is just gold and, and guns, not genocide.”

“River.”

The calm, gentle rumble of his voice can’t help but disarm him, with River’s despair unable to stand under the weather and weight of it’s embrace.

And he hates that.

“What, Crocodile?” He lifts his face to look at him, the ghost of a tender hand on his cheek, the same one that threatened him.

“This apartment is yours if you choose to stay in Rainbase. We can find other work for you, I won’t require a second contract... Stay—” He exhales slowly around his cigar.

“Or go. Those are my terms.”

River’s lips are tight around the sour taste in his mouth, the burden on his heart. And he’s silent so long, Crocodile wonders if he’s—not gone too far, everything about them was too far—if he’s wounded him in place that won’t heal.

“I’ll stay. I will… still be Mr. i.” His sigh trembles from his lungs, fragmented and sore. “But I reserve the right to refuse any assignment I dislike.”

“Haven’t you always?” Crocodile reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out his copy of River’s key, flicking it onto the bed with a metallic ‘ting’.

“Rest. You’ve traveled far in the last few days.”

“Crocodile.” River called, his suddenly stable voice halting him in front of the door.

And when he turns, River feels the last of his heart shatter, the pattering drips now a torrent that pours into his belly and down, down until it runs out over the floor in a puddle that stains both their shoes.

He’s never seen the Warlord so hollow, cold gaze—guarded again—fighting on numb legs to protect an empty horde. Or something dead. Just another thing he couldn’t manage to keep.

“Was it real? What we had?”

His eyes close as he removes his cigar to lick his lips, a tick River knew he used to buy time, and the unflappable, detached Warlord is the one who opens his eyes.

“I didn’t think it ever left.”

“You said you’ve never lied to me.”

“I haven’t. Whether you choose to believe that or not is none of my business.” ____ ___ __ _

For 3 nights and 3 days he didn’t leave the apartment.

Living off his stolen coffee maker and cigarettes, he cried when he wasn’t sleeping, and slept when he was tired of crying. The den den mushi from his suitcase (also stolen) was too young to reach Oasis, eventually puttering off when it grew tired of dialing over and over, unable to connect.

When the cigarettes ran out he found anger, a raw, helpless itch in his chest that didn’t leave with a scream, couldn’t be scratched by shattering the vase he kept by the window, it’s flowers long dead and water stinking.

He eventually began dialing the den den mushi in futility, his bandaged hand unwilling to write for him.

“Claudia, I… need you here. I’ve made a mistake, so so many mistakes. And now…” He reaches into his shirt to find his talisman, the golden diamond dimpling his thumb.

“I just—I need to ask someone what to do.”

“How can I attempt to make this right, and if there’s nothing I can do… how do I begin to ask for forgiveness from an entire nation?”

Knock knock knock.

The lights of the hallway sting his sore, red-rimmed eyes when he pulls open the door. “Miss All Sunday?”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Faustina.” She holds up a garment bag, well-mannered enough to not mention that he must look like he’s been, well, whatever her morbid mind can come up with wouldn’t be half-wrong.

“Crocodile has requested your presence in the casino tonight. You’ll wear the clothes he’s provided.”

He doesn’t reach out, even leans away. “I refuse.”

“He said you might. Your only alternative is to join Miss Valentine and Mr. 5 on assignment.”

The inside of his cheek gives easily under his teeth, and he feels that Robin is the one who speaks to him this time.

“I’ll be on the floor tonight.”

For such a cold woman, you always manage to make me feel warm.

“What time?”

“Dinner is served at 7:30.”

“Well… I’d better hurry then, I need to shower. And all that.” He waved his hand dismissively, finally receiving the garment bag as she bid him until later. ____ ___ __ _

Downstairs, one of the concierge extends their gloved hand. “Your coat, Mr. Faustina?”

He could feel the lecherous eyes of the room on his skin, no doubt missing him while he was away—the version of him they were encouraged to enjoy.

The one that leaves his hair to fall down his back, only privileged to pin the hair back from his face, and draped in a deep indigo ensemble that complimented Crocodile’s evergreen coat too well for how River averted his eyes when the warlord came to greet him.

“The kitchen is serving your favorite.” He said plainly, uncaring if River caught the way he admired the Bananawani collar pins on either sides of his bobbing throat, connected with a golden chain and provided with the rest of his suit.

“Am I meant to be your entertainment for the evening? Or for the guests?” Even the staff can hear how he bites, scurrying off when they’ve taken his navy blue coat.

“You know how I feel about that. But if this is the only way you’ll eat—” He leans down to speak into his ear.

“Then I’ll drag you down from your tower every night, even if I have to sit you in front of all these people in nothing but the smell of cigarettes.”

He replaces the cigar in his mouth, aware how River’s knuckles creak inside his fist.

“Enjoy your evening, Mr. Faustina. I’m due elsewhere.”

His temple throbs where he left daggers in the warlord’s back, hand darting out to snatch a champagne flute off a passing tray.

For weeks, it’s the only way he can eat: breakfast in bed and dinner in the resort’s restaurant, chased by wine and the sugary praise of the socialites who hope his smile will make them worth even more money someday.

He hates how they think they’re privileged to touch him, a hand on his arm when they ask for more liquor, eyes dragging fingers down the small of his waist when he chases chips at the blackjack table.

You think you own me, as much as you think you’re not compliant to the suffering of my country.

Tonight, he’s drank too much, feet propped on the Baccarat table while he chain smokes with one hand and tucks the other under the chin of a patrician beauty, beckoning her to smile at him while she nestles under his arm. She’s blushing like she’s also had too much to drink, hoping she can entice him to kiss her with the flutter of her lashes against pink cheeks.

He hadn’t been so relaxed in recent memory, keeping her close so she can whisper to him while he pretends to pay attention to the game.

“You really like my voice, don’t you?” She giggles at him while she twirls his hair around her finger and admires the stones in his earrings.

“It’s your language, my father was from Dressrosa—I never get to hear it anymore. I have a friend who can speak it with me but… we don’t speak much anymore.”

She smiles and leaves a kiss on his cheek, keeping his attention too long when the dealer clears her throat. “Final bets, please.”

He tosses out a few chips but they land short of the player square, and someone around the table sighs when he returns her kiss.

He can’t remember her name (did she say?), but he wants to hold her perfume in his lungs until she numbs the ache behind his ribs.

“If I promise to be good for you, can you take me to Dressrosa?” He murmurs into her hair.

She giggles, and he can’t tell if his breath tickles or he said something dumb again. “Mr. Faustina, I haven’t been back there for years. You’ll have to settle for my villa in Lulusia.”

“Anywhere but here.”

“I second that.” A man pipes up across the table, interrupting the dealer with his low drawl, wide shoulders stuffed into a fur that reeks of stale cologne. “Thing’s have really gone to hell around here.”

The dealer tries again to keep the game going but the harrumphs and complaining around the table keep them quiet.

“How’s that?” River asks, benevolent even as he leans back in his chair.

The man blows smoke from his nose, setting down a cigar in the ashtray that leaves orange stains on his fingers.

“It’s gotten worse every year. Cobra has no spine, his lineage is old. Crocodile keeps this city running, let him be king. He would find a use for the people in the street, they wander around like their brains are cooked from the sun.”

River watches the man lick his grimy thumb to peel a few bills off his money wad to satisfy the server at his side, his thumb itching for swords he wasn’t wearing.

“I think he should start with Oasis, actually. They’ve lived off Alabasta’s economy for how long? And Cobra doesn’t get anything from them, no taxes, nothing. A useless king leads useless people, I guess.”

“How do you suggest he make use of my island then?” River’s voice chills the table, and the dealer bows their head as they begin to pack away the cards.

The man picks his cigar back up to clean the end, the casino floor falling mostly quiet to eavesdrop on the commotion beginning at Baccarat, and he lights it again with a match.

“I think he should round every single one of them up and yank them off that tiny little island. They want to buy our goods, sell theirs, then they’ll live on our land.”

“You’re making me angry.” His smile shines anyway, and a non-hearing spectator might assume he’s ordering more wine.

“Watch what you say to someone twice your size, son... They should call themselves Alabastan, and stop wearing those tacky blue skirts—”

It all happened so fast.

But this time, no one was in any danger, except the man who kept talking without a care for who was listening or whom his words might harm, only concerned that they were heard (like his opinion was so important). River throws his drink to make the man splutter as he stumbles backwards, struggling to wipe himself off when the Oasin stands to round the table.

The woman watches him with a vague amusement in her red-lipstick smile, satisfied her partner for the evening diffused the foul man with his temper intact.

“Can I help you clean your face, sir?” River stands taller than him as the man sits, still wiping his eyes.

“You fucking brat, you—” His face slams into the felt-covered table with the force of River’s grip on his hair, startling the other patrons to stand and flee with varied shouts.

He backhands the man clean out of his seat and into a crumpled heap on the floor, suddenly aware of his face, damp with tears, and unable to recall when they began. His boot squishes in the man’s damp shirt when it pins him flat, too easy to make him cry out while he leans over him to spit and sneer.

“Don’t speak to me as if you have any idea what’s happening on this island, least of all when the only thing you can come up with in that sloppy, rotten head of yours is the subjugation of MY people, you—”

“RIVER.”

The boom of Crocodile’s voice from the entrance stills his fist, primed to hit the man where he lay prone, nose already bleeding down his cheek and onto the ornamental carpet.

His chest heaves as they stare each other down, but he’s still wounded, weak, and averts his eyes, a public admission of defeat.

“C-Crocodile—”

“Shut up.” He aims at the man on the ground (gurgling even after River removed his boot) and never lets his eyes off the Oasin.

“Get out of my sight, River. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Robin watches him go from where she had spectated with no intention to intervene, an unfamiliar pang in her heart for the man she struggled not to call a friend.

“You’ll pay for letting this happen on your watch, Crocodile—”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” His voice pins the man back where he lay, and whatever threat he wanted to aim at the warlord withers on his tongue. ____ ___ __ _

River is sitting beside his snail phone when it rings later that night, having waited for the wrath he knew would come for him whenever it pleased, whether it be wet and naked from a bath, or half-asleep and still unable to speak.

“Do not sit.” Crocodile says when River walks into the searing spotlight that victimizes the floor in front of the wide, ornamental desk.

“State your full name.”

He knows his face must betray his confusion, voice quiet. “What—?”

“Do not make me wait.”

Neither blinks while they let the silence wade between them, stagnant and choking while it splays atop a cloud of cigar smoke.

“… River Joel Faustina.” He manages not to stammer.

“State your occupation.”

“This—Crocodile, this is—”

But that cold stare claps his mouth shut, cements his feet to the floor.

“I… am an officer in—”

“Are you? Act like it—”

“Cuh—Crocodile, please—”

“DON’T stutter—”

“MY NAME—” His yell surprises even himself. “Is River Joel Faustina. I am an officer in Baroque Works, code name: Mr. i.”

“That’s right. A title I gave you.” He rounds the desk, and River’s never hated before now that he has to strain his neck to look at him, flinching on instinct when that golden hook catches the lapel of his waistcoat, stuck on his amethyst lapel pin.

“Wearing jewels I bought.” Thik. The hook cuts the pin free and it clatters to the floor.

River assumes the hand he raises is going to strike him until it grips him by the jaw, and even with haki he wonders if a single good squeeze would maim him.

“An absolute fury in your face for only me—I made you, Kingfisher, down to the rage in your bones.”

“Then you can unmake me, can’t you?” He grits where his cheek gives under Crocodile’s thumb.

“Do it.”

“No,” Crocodile says, too calm for the inferno inside River’s ribs that threatens to kill him first.

“Why can’t you?! HUH?!” He screams, fingernails raking down his hand even as it lets him go without a fight. “I’m not worth the effort?!”

“Because I love you.”

Beside his feet, the lapel pin lay shattered on the pristine, marble floor.

A piano for his childhood home.

A watch for his first ship.

And a ring for River.

The fire in his stomach is drowned in an instant, leaving only a shaking in his core that reminds him of being caught in a storm, having to walk miles back home without a coat, and believing you might never be warm again.

“Why would you say that?” He says so quietly, and yet it threatens to shatter their eardrums.

Crocodile has no answer, and River can see blood dripping from his palm to the floor, the pattering louder than the storm in his thrumming ears.

“After everything I know now, why would you say that?”

“Why?” Crocodile finds his voice finally, not so calm. “Because after everything I’ve done for you, if I took it all away you would be nothing less than who you already are.”

All I’ve ever had for control is my ability to give and take.

To never let anyone control me.

“I’ve never been able to control you.”

“Isn’t that worse?” River cries. “That I was, of my own free will, building your name that contributes to just—suffering, hunger. I had no idea, if I knew about the drought from the beginning, I would have never—”

“Don’t bleed to me about those people. If I hadn’t fed you, you would have gone out and found a way to survive on your own. That is the nature of people, the weak and strong. Those who can’t persevere will die, and what’s left will be mightier than anything else in the world.”

“… that’s what you want. To be king.”

“Perhaps. No one will dare to challenge me, us, our country. And even now I would take you with me—”

“You can’t—”

“WHY SHOULDN’T I BE KING OF A WORLD SO CRUEL?!”

The echo of his voice startles even the Bananawani away from the windows, ringing around the tall ceilings of the apartment until all either of them can hear is his heart crumbling. Years of stone, decades of layers, melted by the rain to dry even harder the second time, the third time, until they shattered with the pestering of one, nosy kingfisher.

“I’ve wanted the world as long as I can remember. A shitty prize, really, this world where you fell in love with me when I was already undeserving of you a decade before we even met.”

I thought I was the only one capable of such evil.

“So it begins here. Alabasta will fall. Look away if you like, but trust Oasis will be unharmed when you open your eyes. It will be a sovereign nation sooner than you think.” ____ ___ __ _

That night, the lights of Rainbase are dimmer than River remembers, and no street vendor can hope to reach him with the smell of their comfort.

I can see the entire city from here.

A semblance of a wind brushes his hair from his face, dries the stale tear tracks on his cheeks, saltwater like the lake hundreds of feet down from the top of the casino.

He shivers under a stronger gust of wind that slides easily into his open shirt and waistcoat, haphazardly yanked from his clammy skin and hanging from his tired bones.

I wonder if Coco’s asleep yet, his thoughts drift down to his favorite wani, the one with white speckles around their mouth like the baby he left behind on Oasis (were they big now?), and who loved coconut but only when he peeled it first.

Ramon would like to meet them, I think.

“I wanted it to last forever.” He speaks to the wind, hoping the stories were true (at least for the moment) that she will take your words to whomever needs them most.

“River, help me, please. My arms are getting tired,” Claudia said while she pointed to her dough with a sticky finger.

Their home always smelled of her, the herbs from her garden and the flatbread on her cooking stone, the one she kept busy even on leaner days when bread was all they ate hot. He could feel her head on his shoulder when he closed his eyes, hear her remind him not to overwork the dough before mumbling her thanks, and leaving a kiss on his hair.

“Do you think you’ll ever leave the island?” Esai had asked one night while they sat beside the ocean, their bellies full of seasonal fruit and lips wet with a tea of Ines’ specialty.

“I mean, actually this time. Not like when you said you were leaving on pilgrimage and decided only when we were all standing at the bridge that you ‘changed your mind’.” He snorted, and River laughed as he took a sip from the water-skin they shared.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Claudia needs me here… I’m afraid, too, if I can admit that to you.”

Esai stopped before he took another drink, watching him look out at the sea. “You can admit anything to me.”

“Even you left for a little while.”

“That’s right,” Esai took his sip, “I did that mechanic’s apprenticeship.”

“Maybe that’s what I’ll do. Come back after a year or two, in time to watch you grow old and even crankier.”

He spluttered, wiping his mouth with his arm and turning away to cough (and to hide his blush).

“Shut up, River.”

“Will you do the same for me?”

And Seth help him, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the earnestness in his best friend’s eyes, longing for something he couldn’t name, and yet he wanted to stay here if he never figured it out. Stay here with me.

“Yeah. Yes, River. Of course… it’ll be strangely cathartic when all that hair of yours starts to go gray.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“I have nothing to be jealous about.” Esai rubbed the top of his head, scratching an imaginary itch.

I think I was the one jealous of you, River wondered as he pulled the pin from his hair to set it down.

“I didn’t think you knew about this place,” came a voice behind him.

“Robin—” She startled him from his thoughts, and his spin to see her kicked his hair pin from the golden roof, too far down to hear or even see whether it landed in the lake or the walkway below.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She offered with a smile.

“Do you... need something?” He said slowly, carefully while he dried his face with his sleeve.

“You worried me today. In the casino. You’re not one to lose himself in that way.”

“In other ways?”

“You’re an emotional man.” Her quiet laugh pinged his memory of their traveling to Rainbase together so long ago. “I imagine you’re easy to get riled up.”

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“You didn’t. I only came to make sure you were still up here.”

The implication in her melodious voice wrapped around him on the cool night wind, embraced him in a way she couldn’t.

“I thought you a good woman, Robin—I do, still do… But you always knew, didn’t you? What we were meant to do here, and you’ve stayed all this time. I’m jealous, you stand so tall—”

He took a stuttering breath, and the kindness in her eyes only kept his moist, kinder than he had ever seen her. “You’re so strong, and I… I’m not.”

“River, we—”

She searched for words, and settled for a hand that appeared on his shoulder, wiping his tears with a delicate finger before it poof—popped off in a handful of petals.

“We both have work to do. There’s still so much that can be done.”

Without revealing too much, she needed him to know the end was only beginning, that even if they could only be friends in the context of an awful, horrible company, it counted for something. Small but cherished, a flower petal on a sick tree whose pale blooms are still admired by everyone who stops to look.

And though she couldn’t help him, or tell him what to do—their goals were inherently too different to converge—she knew both their work had to be done.

So she settled for the calm on his face when he caught one of her petals, letting it dissolve as he finally gave her a smile.

I know it hurts, River. The most painful thing you’ve ever done—but I’m used to loneliness. So follow me.

“Okay, Robin. Let’s see this through.”

You’ve always been larger than life, Nico Robin, too much for me to hope to fit onto a page in a letter or poem that would just embarrass us both. So I’ll simply say thank you, and hope someday you remember too, that you want to live.

[andstilliam]

i slept 10h last night. it's a good thing i didn't bother taking melatonin. i was so tired. i'm still tired, i could sleep some more. it's definitely low iron coupled with my period. i have contemplated taking my floradix iron pill tonight. i think that i will. so today was a very late start. i decided to treat myself to a coffee at the waterfront. i almost got a little brownie as well but ultimately decided against it because my planned guilty pleasure dinner tonight was popcorn with marshmallow fluff and nutella lol. :P plus i usually treat myself after my exam so i might go back there to get the brownie on thursday, idk yet.

right now, i am seriously unprepared for this bio exam and it's stressing me out. i'm contemplating showing up at all. i'm not really sure what the endgame is here, but i don't believe that i will be accumulating any credits this term, so that's basically 2 years shaved off my degree. a complete and utter waste. my guess is that i'm just here over 1 yr to get put in the underweight bmi category to then be transferred to the University of Enduring Anorexia where i'll pass all my classes with flying colours, so long as i look like a skeleton. i mean, i don't know how else to process this buffoonery. my mental health is destroyed beyond repair and i've run out of delusions to turn to. i'm not going to do well in this bio course because jennifer is my teacher. my thought process goes something like this: 1) she is judging my results for anorexia research. 2) if that's not the case, then the content of the course has been manipulated to skew my results. 3) she has been placed as my teacher in an effort to psychologically manipulate my grades based on past trauma. 4) i'm a niggering retard. how the fuck am i supposed to succeed when these fucking doctors are ruining my life? i mean, seriously, what the fuck. and this has been going on for a while, this level of trickery. this is my life, my education and my health.......i am being mocked for being epileptic among other things, it's just the worst. it's gross medical misconduct and it's baffling to me. i cannot process this. the medical negligence is traumatic enough, but this is overkill. this is fucking overkill. and then to call and tell me to see my provider, are you fucking serious? yall are a fucking joke for this. my mind never could've come up with this level of terror. i am in a real life horror film.

i'm getting eager to know my weight but i promised i wouldn't weigh in until january since it'll mark a year of restriction. i also feel like january is a terrible time to weigh in because it's right after the holidays, so i'm thinking perhaps a little before then, like mid december just before i leave for the holidays.

tbh i prefer not weighing myself at the moment. it's a lot less stressful for me. i feel like i'm able to carry on with my daily intake a lot more smoothly. so i don't want to weigh in. i did buy a new scale that i want to use but i'm just not prepared right now and of course i refuse to go to student health here after they almost killed me last year. i'm just not going to weigh in at the doctors. i refuse to do it. not after everything i've learned. i'm fucking mortified and i refuse to do it. i am not going to the doctor until further notice......

my bod is def shrinking, but my breasts and my stomach area are not ideal at the moment. it's so strange how weight loss varies each time. i'm also not as restrictive with the types of food i eat.

[herb24x7com]

What to Focus on for Weight Loss: A Guide to Sustainable Success

When it comes to weight loss, knowing where to focus your efforts can make all the difference. Many people get sidetracked by common misconceptions and quick fixes that promise rapid results but rarely deliver sustainable success. This guide will help you understand what you might be focusing on now and what you should focus on instead for effective and lasting weight loss.

What You Might Be Focusing on Now

Eliminating All Carbs

Carbohydrates have been vilified in many popular diets, leading people to believe that cutting them out completely is the key to weight loss. While reducing refined carbs can be beneficial, eliminating all carbs is neither necessary nor sustainable.

Finding the Best Diet

The quest for the perfect diet can be overwhelming. With so many options out there, it’s easy to fall into the trap of switching from one diet to another, hoping to find a magic solution.

Fat Burners and Quick Fixes

Fat burners, detox teas, and other quick fixes often promise rapid weight loss. However, these solutions are rarely effective in the long term and can sometimes be harmful.

Finding the Best Exercise

Spending hours searching for the most effective workout can lead to frustration. While exercise is important, it's just one piece of the weight loss puzzle.

What You Should Focus on Instead

Being in a Calorie Deficit

The fundamental principle of weight loss is being in a calorie deficit, meaning you consume fewer calories than you burn. Focus on creating a balanced diet that allows you to maintain a calorie deficit without feeling deprived.

Getting Quality Sleep

Sleep is often overlooked in weight loss journeys. Poor sleep can disrupt hormones that regulate hunger, leading to increased appetite and cravings. Aim for 7-9 hours of quality sleep per night.

Drinking More Water

Staying hydrated is crucial for overall health and can aid in weight loss. Drinking water before meals can help control appetite and prevent overeating.

Staying Active

Regular physical activity is essential for weight loss and overall health. Aim for a mix of cardio, strength training, and flexibility exercises. Find activities you enjoy to make it easier to stay consistent.

Eating More Protein

Protein is vital for building and repairing tissues, and it can also help you feel fuller for longer. Incorporate a variety of protein sources, such as lean meats, beans, nuts, and dairy, into your diet.

Debunking Myths: Thinking Fruit Makes You Fat

One common myth is that eating fruit can make you gain weight due to its sugar content. In reality, fruits are packed with essential vitamins, minerals, and fiber. Including a variety of fruits in your diet can support your weight loss efforts and overall health.

Conclusion

Shifting your focus from quick fixes and misconceptions to sustainable habits is the key to successful weight loss. By concentrating on being in a calorie deficit, getting quality sleep, staying hydrated, staying active, and eating more protein, you can achieve your weight loss goals in a healthy and sustainable way.

FAQs

Q: Is it necessary to cut out all carbs to lose weight?

A: No, it's not necessary to eliminate all carbs. Focus on reducing refined carbs and choosing whole grains, fruits, and vegetables.

Q: Can I lose weight without exercising?

A: While you can lose weight by being in a calorie deficit, incorporating regular exercise can enhance your results and improve overall health.

Q: How much protein should I eat for weight loss?

A: It varies by individual, but a general guideline is to include protein in every meal. Aim for about 0.8-1.2 grams of protein per kilogram of body weight.

By understanding where to focus your efforts, you can create a weight loss plan that is both effective and sustainable. Remember, it’s about making healthy choices that you can maintain for life.

[mi4012mariaperera]

Shutter Island - Movie Analysis

12/06/2024

Hi everyone! Hope you are having a fantastic day! And if any of my classmates happen to read this now, hope you are having a good break!

I've been enjoying my break by literally taking a break from life: Sleeping. I'm trying to rejuvenate and repair all the brain cells I had to fry to complete all the semester 1 submissions.

But regardless, I'm back on the rise and grind for MI4012, the year-long module. I thought I'll give myself a head start in terms of rewatching all the movies we watched in class and add in some research links.

I think one of the movies that are relevant for this module, but we didn't watch in class is 'Shutter Island'. It's one of the best thrillers and psychological films I've ever watched.

Yesterday I had some motivation to rewatch it with my parents in the living room. When I watched it for the 2nd time, I noticed so many tiny details that I still need answers for! I probably annoyed my mom by asking her to replay certain scenes. But it was worth it.

Here are the notes I took down while watching the film yesterday. These are vague points I've jotted down on what I noticed while watching the film.

I think the part that stuck with me the most in this movie was the ending. When Andrew said, "To live as a monster or die as a good man" to Dr. Sheehan, it made me wonder for a second, "Was Andrew actually sane the whole time?".... "Did he gain his sanity back? "..."What did he mean by monster and good man?"

It's crazy how well thought out and planned this ending was. It's these subtle details that add to the plot twists of a film.

To be honest, I didn't even notice what Andrew said at the end the first time I watched it. It seemed like an insignificant line since I was already confused with what was going on with the rest of the scenes. But now that I've rewatched it as a film student, I've started to notice certain details, colors, lighting, camera angles, easter eggs, elements, etc. that I didn't notice at first. This ending is part of those subtle details that are hard to chance at first glance.

But there's much more research that needs to be done to understand all these details, elements, and cinematography used to create this movie.

The Director -

The director of the film was Martin Scorsese. He's a director well known for the freeze-frame film technique.

Apparently, if you notice a freeze frame in any of his films, this freeze frame technique is used to indicate something of importance to the main character to the audience.

For example, in Shutter Island, the only freeze frames the audience sees in the film are at the beginning where we see visuals of "Teddy's" wife and the ocean water. This sums up the important part of the film plot. It connects to Teddy's fear of water (reality) and his wife's crime.

[fitness--boost]

Introduction

In today's fast-paced world, maintaining a healthy lifestyle can be challenging. We often find ourselves caught up in the whirlwind of work, family, and social commitments, leaving little time for self-care. However, achieving a fitness boost is not just about looking great; it's about feeling great and enhancing your overall well-being. In this article, we'll explore various ways to supercharge your fitness journey, providing you with the tools and motivation to unlock your true potential.

Setting Your Fitness Goals (H1)

Before embarking on any fitness journey, it's essential to set clear and achievable goals. Whether you're aiming to lose weight, build muscle, or simply increase your overall fitness level, having specific objectives in mind will help you stay focused and motivated.

The SMART Approach (H2)

Utilize the SMART (Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Relevant, and Time-bound) criteria to define your goals. For instance, instead of saying, "I want to get in shape," set a goal like, "I will lose 10 pounds in the next three months by working out three times a week and following a balanced diet."

Tailoring Your Workout Routine (H1)

The next step in your fitness boost journey is creating an effective workout plan. Tailoring your routine to your goals and preferences is crucial to ensure long-term commitment.

Cardiovascular Exercises (H2)

Incorporate cardio exercises like running, swimming, or cycling into your routine to improve your heart health, boost endurance, and burn calories effectively.

Strength Training (H2)

Strength training exercises, such as weightlifting or bodyweight workouts, are essential for building lean muscle mass, increasing metabolism, and enhancing overall strength.

The Power of Nutrition (H1)

No fitness journey is complete without a balanced diet. Proper nutrition not only fuels your body but also aids in recovery and muscle growth.

Balanced Diet Essentials (H2)

Include a variety of fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains in your diet. Avoid processed foods and excessive sugar, which can hinder your progress.

Hydration Matters (H2)

Stay hydrated by drinking an adequate amount of water daily. Proper hydration is essential for optimal bodily functions and can also help control your appetite.

Rest and Recovery (H1)

Rest is often underrated in the fitness world, but it's crucial for muscle repair and overall well-being.

The Importance of Sleep (H2)

Aim for 7-9 hours of quality sleep each night. Sleep is when your body repairs and regenerates, allowing you to wake up refreshed and ready to tackle your workouts.

Active Recovery (H2)

Incorporate active recovery days into your routine with activities like yoga or light stretching to prevent overtraining and reduce the risk of injuries.

Staying Motivated (H1)

Maintaining motivation throughout your fitness journey can be challenging. Here are some strategies to keep you on track.

Track Your Progress (H2)

Keep a workout journal or use fitness apps to monitor your progress. Seeing improvements over time can boost your motivation.

Find a Workout Buddy (H2)

Working out with a friend can make exercise more enjoyable and provide mutual accountability.

Conclusion

Achieving a fitness boost is a journey that requires dedication, patience, and consistency. By setting clear goals, tailoring your workout routine, focusing on nutrition, prioritizing rest, and staying motivated, you can unlock your true potential and transform your life.

[health-evaluation]

Financial Health: Achieve The Road to Prosperity 2023

I. Introduction

A. Definition of Financial Health: Financial health refers to the overall well-being and stability of an individual's financial situation. It goes beyond just having a high income; it encompasses how well a person manages their finances, saves for the future, and plans for unforeseen circumstances. Achieving financial health means having a balanced approach to money management, making informed financial health decisions, and securing one's financial future. A financially healthy individual has control over their finances, maintains manageable debt, saves and invests wisely, and has a solid plan for achieving their financial health goals. It's not about accumulating wealth rapidly but rather having a sustainable and secure financial health position that allows for a comfortable lifestyle and the ability to weather financial health challenges.

B. Importance of Financial Health for Overall Wellbeing: Financial health plays a crucial role in an individual's overall wellbeing and quality of life. Below are a few compelling reasons why it holds significant importance: - Reduced Stress and Anxiety: Financial health instability can lead to significant stress and anxiety. Worries about debt, bills, and meeting financial obligations can negatively impact mental and emotional health. On the other hand, achieving financial health provides peace of mind and a sense of security, leading to improved overall well-being. - Example: A person burdened with excessive credit card debt may constantly worry about interest rates and payments, impacting their sleep and overall happiness. However, someone with well-managed finances and a plan to pay off debts can feel a sense of relief and focus on other aspects of life. - Improved Relationships: Financial health stress can strain relationships with family, friends, and partners. Disagreements about money are common in households, and achieving financial health allows individuals to communicate openly about financial health goals, leading to stronger and more harmonious relationships. - Example: A couple with shared financial health goals and responsible money management practices can work together towards a secure future, fostering trust and unity in their relationship. - Enhanced Opportunities: Financial health opens up opportunities for personal and professional growth. Having savings and investment funds can enable individuals to pursue further education, start a business, or invest in assets that generate additional income. - Example: An individual with a well-funded emergency savings account might have the freedom to take calculated risks, such as starting a small business or changing careers, without fearing financial ruin in case of unexpected setbacks. - Retirement and Long-Term Planning: Planning for retirement is a critical aspect of financial health. A financially secure retirement allows individuals to enjoy their golden years without financial constraints and maintain their desired lifestyle. - Example: Someone who diligently contributes to retirement accounts and invests wisely throughout their working years can retire comfortably and pursue hobbies or travel during retirement, whereas those who neglect financial planning may face challenges during their retirement years. - Emergency Preparedness: Life is unpredictable, and financial health enables individuals to handle unexpected emergencies without falling into financial turmoil. - Example: An individual who has an emergency fund can handle sudden medical expenses or car repairs without resorting to high-interest loans, whereas someone without such financial preparation might struggle to cover these costs. In conclusion, financial health goes beyond just the numbers in a bank account. It is a fundamental aspect of overall wellbeing, impacting stress levels, relationships, future opportunities, and preparedness for life's uncertainties. By understanding and striving for financial health, individuals can pave the way towards a more stable, secure, and fulfilling life.

II. Assessing Your Current Financial Health 

A. Understanding Your Financial Goals: Before embarking on the journey to financial health, it's essential to have a clear understanding of your financial goals. These goals will serve as the foundation for your financial planning and decision-making. Take the time to identify both short-term and long-term objectives, such as paying off debt, saving for a down payment on a house, funding your children's education, or building a comfortable retirement. - Example: A young professional might set short-term goals like paying off student loans and creating an emergency fund, while also setting long-term goals like purchasing a home and contributing to retirement accounts for financial security in later years. B. Evaluating Income, Expenses, and Budgeting: To assess your financial health, start by evaluating your income sources and expenses. Understanding your cash flow is crucial in managing your finances effectively. Create a comprehensive budget that outlines all your income streams and categorizes your expenses, including necessities (rent, utilities, groceries), discretionary spending (entertainment, dining out), and savings contributions. - Example: An individual might discover that they are spending a significant portion of their income on unnecessary expenses like eating out regularly or subscribing to multiple streaming services. By creating a budget and identifying these areas of overspending, they can allocate more money toward debt repayment or savings. C. Analyzing Debt and Credit Score: Debt can be a significant obstacle to financial health, so it's vital to analyze your current debt situation. Make a list of all outstanding debts, including credit card balances, student loans, car loans, and mortgages. Calculate the total amount owed, the interest rates, and the monthly payments. Aim to reduce high-interest debts first while making minimum payments on others. Additionally, check your credit score regularly to understand your creditworthiness. A good credit score opens up better borrowing opportunities and can lead to lower interest rates on loans and credit cards. - Example: Someone with several credit card balances and high-interest rates may consolidate their debt through a personal loan or a balance transfer credit card with a lower interest rate. This strategy can save money on interest and help pay off the debt faster. D. Assessing Savings and Emergency Funds: Having adequate savings and an emergency fund is crucial for financial security. Evaluate your current savings accounts, investments, and retirement funds. Strive to establish an emergency fund with enough funds to sustain your living expenses for three to six months. This financial safety net provides crucial support during unforeseen circumstances, such as sudden unemployment, medical emergencies, or unexpected car repairs. - Example: An individual who has diligently contributed to their savings and investment accounts might find that they have sufficient funds to cover both short-term emergencies and long-term financial goals like investing in a property or financing their child's education are among the financial goals they may pursue. By thoroughly assessing your financial goals, income, expenses, debt, credit score, and savings, you gain a comprehensive understanding of your current financial health. This evaluation lays the groundwork for creating a solid financial plan and making informed decisions to improve your overall financial well-being. Remember, regular reevaluation of these factors is essential as your financial situation and goals may change over time.

III. Building a Strong Foundation

A. Creating a Realistic Budget and Financial Plan: Building a strong financial foundation begins with creating a realistic budget and financial plan. A budget allows you to track your income and expenses and helps you identify areas where you can cut back on spending and increase savings. Consider your financial goals and allocate funds accordingly. A financial plan goes beyond the budget and outlines your long-term objectives, such as buying a home, paying for education, or retiring comfortably. - Example: A couple creating a budget might realize they are spending a significant portion of their income on non-essential items like dining out and subscriptions. By adjusting their budget and redirecting those funds towards debt repayment and savings, they can accelerate their progress toward homeownership. B. Managing Debt and Improving Credit Score: High levels of debt can hinder your financial health. Create a plan to manage and reduce your debts systematically. Focus on paying off high-interest debts first, such as credit card balances, while making minimum payments on lower-interest debts. Additionally, avoid taking on new debt unless necessary. Improving your credit score is also crucial for a healthy financial foundation. Ensuring timely payments, maintaining low credit card balances, and refraining from opening excessive new credit accounts are vital practices for maintaining a healthy credit score. A good credit score not only helps you qualify for better loan terms but also enhances your overall financial reputation. - Example: An individual working on improving their credit score might set reminders or use automatic payments to ensure they never miss a due date. As their credit score improves over time, they become eligible for lower interest rates on loans, leading to potential savings in the long run. C. Building an Emergency Fund for Unexpected Expenses: The course of life is uncertain, and unforeseen expenses may surface unexpectedly. Building an emergency fund is a crucial step in securing your financial foundation. Aim to save enough to cover three to six months' worth of living expenses. This fund provides a safety net during emergencies, such as medical issues, car repairs, or temporary unemployment, preventing you from going into debt. - Example: An individual who diligently saves a portion of their income into an emergency fund might find that they can handle unexpected car repairs without resorting to high-interest credit cards or loans, preserving their financial stability. D. Setting Up and Contributing to Retirement Accounts: Securing long-term financial stability necessitates prioritizing retirement savings. Take advantage of retirement accounts such as a 401(k) or Individual Retirement Account (IRA). Contribute consistently to these accounts and consider maximizing employer-matched contributions whenever possible. Investing in retirement early allows you to benefit from compounding growth over time. - Example: A young professional who starts contributing to their employer's 401(k) plan in their early twenties can benefit significantly from the power of compounding. By contributing consistently over the years, they can build a substantial retirement nest egg for their future. Establishing a solid financial base demands commitment, strategic planning, and unwavering dedication. By creating a realistic budget, managing debt, improving your credit score, building an emergency fund, and investing in retirement accounts, you set yourself up for financial success and long-term stability. Continuously review and adjust your financial foundation as your life circumstances and goals change. This proactive approach to financial management will help you stay on track towards achieving your dreams and securing your financial future.

IV. Investments and Wealth Building

A. Understanding Different Investment Options: To build wealth and achieve financial goals, it's essential to understand various investment options available in the financial market. Different investment vehicles come with varying risk levels and potential returns. Among the prevalent investment choices are stocks, bonds, mutual funds, exchange-traded funds (ETFs), real estate properties, and certificates of deposit (CDs). - Example: An individual interested in investing in the stock market might research and analyze different companies, industries, and market trends before making informed decisions about purchasing individual stocks or investing in diversified mutual funds. B. Creating a Diversified Investment Portfolio: Diversification is a key strategy to manage risk while seeking potential rewards in investments. A diversified investment portfolio includes a mix of assets from different categories and industries. By spreading investments across various assets, you reduce the impact of a single investment's poor performance on your overall portfolio. - Example: A diversified investment portfolio may include a combination of stocks, bonds, real estate, and cash. If one sector experiences a downturn, the positive performance of other assets can help mitigate losses, providing more stability to the overall portfolio. C. Long-Term vs. Short-Term Investment Strategies: Investors must decide on their investment horizon and risk tolerance when building wealth. Long-term investments typically involve holding assets for an extended period, often years or even decades, to benefit from compounding growth and ride out market fluctuations. Short-term investments, on the other hand, seek to capitalize on immediate market opportunities but may carry higher risks. - Example: A long-term investor saving for retirement might focus on contributing regularly to a diversified retirement account like a 401(k) or IRA, allowing their investments to grow steadily over time. In contrast, a short-term investor might engage in day trading or invest in cryptocurrencies, seeking to profit from short-term price movements. D. Seeking Professional Financial Advice: Investing can be complex, and market conditions are subject to change. Seeking advice from a professional financial advisor can provide valuable insights and guidance tailored to your specific financial goals and risk tolerance. A financial advisor can help create a personalized investment strategy, monitor your portfolio, and make adjustments as needed. - Example: An individual with significant assets and complex financial goals, such as retirement planning, tax optimization, and estate planning, may benefit from consulting a certified financial planner (CFP) to create a comprehensive wealth-building strategy. It is crucial to bear in mind that investing inherently carries risks, and past performance does not guarantee future outcomes. Understanding your risk tolerance, conducting thorough research, and diversifying your investments are essential steps to protect and grow your wealth effectively. By educating yourself about different investment options, creating a diversified portfolio, aligning your strategy with your investment horizon, and seeking advice from a qualified financial professional, you can embark on a successful journey of wealth building and work towards achieving your financial aspirations. Remember, investment decisions should align with your long-term financial goals and be reviewed periodically to ensure they remain in line with your evolving financial situation and aspirations.

V. Protecting Your Financial Health

A. The Importance of Insurance Coverage: Insurance coverage is a crucial aspect of protecting your financial health from unexpected events and potential risks. Different types of insurance provide financial security in various areas of life. Health insurance, auto insurance, homeowners or renters insurance, and liability insurance are common examples. Insurance provides a safety net, ensuring that you don't face financial ruin in case of accidents, illnesses, or property damages. - Example: A person involved in a car accident might be held liable for damages and medical expenses if they don't have adequate auto insurance coverage. With proper insurance, they can avoid the financial burden of paying out-of-pocket for these costs. B. Health Insurance and Long-Term Care Planning: Health insurance is a vital component of protecting your financial health from medical expenses. It covers doctor visits, hospital stays, prescription medications, and other medical services. Additionally, long-term care insurance is essential for protecting your assets and finances in the event you need extended care, such as assisted living or nursing home services, in the later stages of life. - Example: A person facing a medical emergency requiring hospitalization and surgery might incur substantial medical bills without health insurance. With health insurance coverage, they can receive the necessary medical care without facing crippling debt. C. Life Insurance and Estate Planning: Life insurance is a crucial tool for protecting your loved ones financially in the event of your passing. It provides a death benefit to your beneficiaries, ensuring that they are financially supported and can cover expenses like funeral costs, outstanding debts, and ongoing living expenses. Estate planning is another critical aspect of protecting your financial health and ensuring your assets are distributed according to your wishes. Estate planning involves creating a will, establishing trusts, and naming beneficiaries for various accounts. - Example: If a primary breadwinner in a family passes away, life insurance can provide financial support for their dependents, allowing them to maintain their standard of living and cover essential expenses. D. Safeguarding Against Identity Theft and Fraud: Identity theft and fraud can have devastating consequences on your financial health. Criminals can steal personal information and use it to make unauthorized transactions, open credit accounts in your name, or access your financial accounts. Safeguarding against these risks involves taking measures to protect your personal information and being vigilant about monitoring your accounts for any suspicious activity. - Example: A person who becomes a victim of identity theft may face challenges in resolving unauthorized charges and restoring their credit score. By taking preventive measures, such as using secure passwords and regularly monitoring financial accounts, they can reduce the risk of falling victim to identity theft. By understanding the importance of insurance coverage, health insurance, long-term care planning, life insurance, estate planning, and safeguarding against identity theft and fraud, you can protect your financial health from unforeseen circumstances and potential risks. Read the full article