#not a bad thing—lord knows my mouth does not work sometimes—but.

[m1d-45]

Not me thinking about Xiao getting ready to leave to see the Creator, only to be stopped by idk a little kid (or maybe another acolyte) and they hand him a piece of candy or smth while saying "can you please deliver this offering to them?" they are like, trying to be subtle, but it's a really clear "I know who the real Creator is but I don't want to get in trouble" sort of thing -sibling anon

YOU.

xiao checking the time, and noticing his training with ganyu has taken too much of his time. if he isn’t quick, you’ll stay out waiting for him, and he doesn’t want you in danger.

“enough,” he calls, and she looks over, lowering her bow. “i have business to take care of. you are dismissed.”

he knows she won’t ask what it is, which is why he mentioned it at all. he helps her put away the targets, noting the progress she’s made since last time, and handing her back her arrows. there wasn’t many, since she hurried to retrieve them, but a few were still embedded in the wood.

he’s ready to leave, but a nervous call of his name stops him.

“x-xiao?”

he turns. “what?”

she cautiously hands him a small travel bag. it’s full, and when he opens it he sees what looks like a regular traveller’s rations. food, water, clothes… “what is this?”

she’s nervous, twisting her fingers, and he wonders what she could possibly say that warrants such a response.

“could you… give that to them? please? a-and say i’m sorry?”

xiao freezes.

did ganyu…? no, no she couldn’t have known. he was so careful, so cautious- had she poisoned the food, thinking he’d be careless? no, she’s not the type, she would have gone straight to morax-

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you talk to them, xiao… mountain shaper had me follow you since he was worried for you.” she might as well have shot a frosted arrow into his heart, blooming ice spreading across his blood. “i told him you were meditating, by the way! i didn’t tell him where you’d gone-“

“why are you doing this?”

part of him wanted to go. to toss the bag at her feet and leave, to go where you were waiting. but you… you needed these supplies. if these were safe… he couldn’t risk not bringing them to you.

slowly, she brought one of her arrows from her inventory, holding it out to him. he took it, spinning it between his fingers. it looked fine; the fletch was undamaged, the wood uncracked and smooth. but when he twisted it again, a stain across the tip caught his eye.

a smear of blue.

he dropped the arrow in an instant—how could he hold what had injured you?—and understood just as quickly.

“this is your attempt at an apology?”

“i know it isn’t a lot, but i’m too busy with the qixing to do anything more. i’m trying to redirect patrols and keep the other adepti away, but… you know how they are.”

xiao studied her face, searching for any sign of dishonesty. he found none.

“if i find out any of this is tampered with, i’m coming for you, got it?”

“u-understood!”

xiao closed the bag tightly, slinging it over his shoulder. as he travelled, searching for a place to “hide” it so he could lead you to it in his other form, his mind wandered.

if ganyu could be convinced… could the other adepti?

[salemwasnteverhere]

How the Hashira men react to your neighbor asking you to be quiet

Characters: Tengen, Sanemi, Rengoku, Obanai, Gyomei, Giyuu,

Additional shit: Swearing, Sanemi fighting said neighbor, Rengoku being blunt, mentions of sex, ooc mot likely :p

Tengen

He couldn't care less

His whole thing is being flashy and loud so he wants you to be loud

Like it's not his fault that dick is magical

After he shoos your neighbor away he makes sure to be as loud as possible that night

He's pounding into your cunt and you swear your gonna break when he whispers "okay now scream exactly how big my dick is. Don't forget the tip color-"

He gets cut off by you hitting him with the pillow

Way to ruin the mood

But that doesn't stop him and instead he goes harder, making sure the bed creaks loud ASF for your neighbor

"Not my fault he doesn't know how to please a woman." Is his main reason for doing so

He really wants you to scream his name so it's imbedded in your neighbors head

"Morning N/N!" Him to your neighbor from the balcony while your trying to get out of bed and failing

"Actually die." Both you and your neighbor to Tengen

Sanemi

Cares alot

Why the fuck is that limp dick biscuit talking to you and him? Who does he think he is?

You were the one who broke the news to him thankfully cause if Sanemi was the one who opened the door then you'd have to see your husband through glass in a prison

Just kidding. The Slayer corp would get him out of trouble if he didn't do it himself.

Anyways

Sanemi made it his goal to piss your neighbor off as much as possible

Your under him, practically creaming on his cock, and he's slamming the wall yelling "This loud enough yet?! Huh!?"

Not kidding I can see him doing that

He quite literally had you against a window where your neighbors could see him destroying you just to make them mad or uncomfortable, hopefully both.

But then he'd get pissed someone else would see you all naked and fucked out so he settled for the wall next to the window

One day your neighbor, finally having enough, bangs on your door yelling and guess who opens it...Sanemi!!

Good Lord was he waiting for this

It took one punch and the guy was out

Kinda what happens when you put a normal dude against a guy who kills demons for a living

Rengoku

He's a good neutral between caring and not caring

Like he doesn't wanna make your neighbors mad but he also loves hearing your screams

So he tries to keep you quiet during sex but fails since he gets to into it to give a fuck

The next days his loud ass voice wakes you up

"IM SORRY FOR MAKING INCREDIBLE LOVE TO MY WIFE!" He's not being sarcastic thats his genuine apology

Your facepalming and you want to die when you see your neighbor and she can't look at you

"PERHAPS SHES MAD BECAUSE HER HUSBAND CANNOT PLEASE HER!" Rengoku says casually and you know she can hear you from outside in her garden

"Inside voices!" You place your hands over his mouth to try and shut him up.

It works for a bit before he's yelling again

You love your husband but holy shit you wish he would speak normally sometimes

He's actually quiet in bed though

So your the problem (real)

Obanai

I'm not an Obanai fan so forgive me for how bad his section will be

Obanai is a quiet mf, and you're not even that loud

It's your neighbor who was the problem

A little old man whose hearing aids apparently had the power of 67 suns

You and Obanai found this out when he was outside training and your neighbor came over

He was so sweet and polite and even chuckled at Obanai's redness

Obanai cared at first but got over it

You? You make sure to not make a PEEP in bed

Okay that pisses Obanai off but he understands your reasons

At least make a gasp or sum cause he's over here like "Wait does this feel good? Can she feel it? Did I forget where the clit is?"

Brother is STRESSING

Then you cum and he's like "ah"

Then he's like "Did you take it?"

You have to keep yourself from murdering him cause how tf would you fake squirting

Gyomei

Babe I'm not gonna lie, you're a screamer

Gyomei is built like a house and your telling me your just gonna whine and whimper?

NO

Your over here crying and screaming into his chest, neck, the pillow, anything.

And Gyomei loves it!

He can't see your reactions so hearing and feeling them let's him know he's doing good

Gyomei isn't loud but he's not quiet

He'll grunt and moan and praise you, but he's not gonna cry out.

Well he'll cry but you can never tell from what

When the pussy so good you start crying 😭🙏

When your neighbor politely asked you to be a tad bit quieter Gyomei actually laughed

Not in a 'nah we'll keep being loud' way but more of a 'sorry we'll be quiet' way. He also found it hilarious how you actually died of embarrassment.

Don't worry he thinks its endearing

Yet it was kinda hard for him since he enjoyed hearing you

But your touches and now quieter moans made that better

And then there's also you literally drawing blood from his back you were scratching so hard

Giyuu

Holy shit you have never seen him so embarrassed

Like you could shade match his Haori to him and get the exact same color

He was the one your neighbor told and he stopped working when 'loud' and 'moaning' left their lips

If a demon doesn't kill him then his own actions will

Giyuu isn't loud, and he loves that he can make you feel so good that your loud for him.

But he didn't want your neighbor back over at your house so he tried to keep you quiet

You were super confused when he held his hand over your mouth in bed and he just pointed to your neighbors house. Then you got it.

So you nod and try to keep quiet.

You know in school when the teacher tells you and a friend to shut up but they look at you funny and you break?

Yeah that was you

You were riding Giyuu one night and you were loud so he was like "holy shit I love you but please- I can't look our neighbor in the eyes anymore."

And you couldn't help but laugh

Like howling

You calmed down obviously but sex was very giggle filled after that

You've never seen Giyuu so panicked

But give him a week and he'll stop caring

[makethemhoesmad]

love you till my lungs give out

paige bueckers x reader

word count- 2k(lord)

notes: this fic was such a great write for me, as it focuses around eating disorders, which is something i’ve personally struggled with. i know this is a sensitive topic, so please, if this makes you uncomfortable, scroll away, or read at your own risk.

thanks to: literally the biggest thanks ever to @melpthatsme for dming me your idea and helping me work through it, i really could not have done this without you, so everyone thank them

also thanks to @imaginespazzi and @bueckersstrap for reacting to my random messages about this

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the first time it happened, i barely realized i did it.

“paigey, my head hurts so bad right now. like, im gonna die right here,” i groan, hiding my face in the fabric of her hoodie, trying to lock out any stray amounts of light coming from the covered windows. she runs her hand through my hair, and starts to ever-so-gently massage my temples. i sigh in quiet relief, and then she tries to pull me up to lay on top of her.

“uh uh, paige, no,” i say. i try to shake my head at her, but a bolt of pain flies through me, forcing my head back down.

“jus’ tryna help you get comfy, ma,” she whispers, bundling me up in a blanket and pulling me back into her side. she moves her warm hands up and under my t-shirt, but i squirm about, complaining that they’re too cold, even though i’ve never felt anything more soft and warm, so she moves them back over my shirt. but i don’t notice it, not really. and neither does she.

the second time, i know what i did.

“so, what should we order to eat?” paige asks, scrolling on her phone for different options. 

“mm, what if i cooked here, for something different! i can make you a grilled cheese,” i joke, nudging her arm with my shoulder. “that’s all i know how to cook anyway.”

she giggles, standing up with me and following me to the kitchen. she hoists herself onto the counter, and watches me intently as i pull out the things for a sandwich. i grin at her, moving to step in between her legs and take her face in my hands. 

“you’re so cute,” i say, pressing a kiss to her nose. she hops off of the counter and follows me to the stove. paige is just too sweet to me sometimes. i’m cooking dinner for her, the least i can do, really, and she’s cozied up behind me, arms around my waist her hands are barely touching, she can barely fit them around me and her chin is resting softly on my shoulder. she’s pressing light pecks to whatever area she can reach, and i feel at peace, in the kitchen, for a few moments. then it stops.

“why aren’t you making one for yourself baby?” she asks, spinning me around to lean me against the countertop, forgetting her sandwich beside her.

“i’m feeling, um, nauseous,” i stutter, stumbling over the excuse. she lets me go, though she looks skeptical.

“cmon, just have a bite of mine then. baby, you really need to eat more, that’s probably why you haven’t been feeling very well lately.”

i allow her to feed me a small bite, then quickly use my fingers to silently add that to whatever else i ate today. i read somewhere that to lose weight, you need to burn more calories that you eat. tomorrow, i need to burn around 800. Well, 804 now. 

the third time, i think paige noticed something was up.

“ma, this is literally the fourth time you’ve said that you’re cold. just take my fucking hoodie, i’m actually begging you,” she pleads, taking it off and offering it up to me. i shake my head, again, and press myself further into her chest, rubbing my arms to try and make the goosebumps disappear. she pulls me into her, then moves her mouth to my ear.

“is everything okay baby? do you wanna go home?” she whispers, nuzzling my neck with her nose. i shrug, not wanting to make her leave if she wasn’t done chatting with people yet. she makes the decision for me, standing up and tugging me with her. her hand finds its way to the small of my back, and she guides me towards the door. i sway slightly as we stand, blood rushing to my head. i take it as my lack of protein, or anything really, catching up to me. she stops walking, lurching to grab me by both shoulders and bend to eye level with me.

“darling, i want you to be honest with me. what have you eaten today?” i shake my head, feeling my cheeks going red at the thought of her confronting me. i look down, trying to avoid eye contact with her as my eyes fill with tears. she wraps me up into a hug, planting a kiss to the top of my head. she pulls me to the car and helps me in, then climbs into her own door, but makes no move to turn the car on. instead she pulls out her phone and asks me “so, where do you wanna stop and pick up food on our way home?” 

“paige, i’m really not that hungry, just tired and need to be with you in bed for the night. can we please just go home?” 

she nods, but looks at me skeptically out of the corner of her eye. she must know that all i’ve eaten today is half an energy drink and a piece of gum. i’ll eat something with her tomorrow, i guess. we can go out to lunch together and then when she goes to the gym ill go on a run. then she’ll see that im okay.

the fourth time, or probably the fifth or sixth, really, i don’t notice it, so i don’t think she does either.

“cmere pretty,” paige mumbles, reaching her arms out to me from where she’s laying on the bed. i slowly move to lay next to her, but roll away when she tries to take my sweater off.

“hey, baby, what?” she whines, apparently frustrated by the lack of contact.

“i wanna leave it on, paigey,” i tell her, moving my hand into the waistband of her shorts.

“but i wanna see you, please baby,” i don’t like saying no to her, but this is one thing i very rarely back down on.

“uh uh, sorry. lemme taste you, though,” i respond, moving to tug her shorts down.

“nah, come and sit on my face, cutie.” she smirks at her own words, but i’m not laughing. i scramble off the bed, standing up to black spots in my vision. i stand still, squeezing my eyes shut to get rid of the feeling. i stay there for im not sure how long, when i feel strong arms loop around my shoulders and help me onto the bed. paige helps me lay down, placing my head in her lap, then starts to comb through my hair with her fingers. she doesn’t say anything, and i’m grateful for that. obviously, she just thinks im tired. she knows im okay.

this time, im sure she noticed. it would be hard not to.

i’ve just come home from a run to the gym, dripping in sweat. it’s part of my new routine. i jog a mile and a half to the gym, i walk on a stairmaster or inclined treadmill there, then run home. normally i leave when paige leaves for practice, and come home just as she’s getting home, if not a little before so i can shower before she gets here. today, i must’ve done a little too much, because by the time i walk in the door, my head is spinning. i walk into the kitchen, sitting down at the island and resting my head in my hands, trying to clear my vision. i don’t hear when the door opens.

“baby, are you okay?” i hear. i sit up quickly, startled, then put my head back down immediately, because my vision goes nearly dark again.

“mhm, just tired you know? just got back from a run.” 

“you’ve got to take a rest day sometimes, darling,” she coos, taking my face into her hands and pressing a kiss to my nose. i nod, knowing i won’t do it.

sometimes i don’t realize it, but she knows exactly what to do.

i’ve just finished cooking dinner, just some simple spaghetti and a salad. i place her bowl of noodles in front of her, then settle down with my salad. when i stand up to get a glass of water, then come back, i can’t help but notice she’s switched our bowls.

“paigey, could i, possibly, maybe, have my bowl back?” i ask, trying to seem lighthearted.

“oh, yeah, sure,” she answers, sliding it back towards me. but when i try to slide hers back, she stops me. 

“nah, you eat that too. seems like you forgot to serve yourself noodles, so ill go make myself a new bowl.” she stands up, but i scramble in front of the stove quicker, blocking her way. 

“why would you do that, when i made you a whole bowl? eat it,” i tell her, pointing back to the countertop. she lunges at me, lifting me easily and placing me on the countertop. why would she pick me up? she definitely thought i was too heavy. i bet she leaves after this. she drags her my bowl over, twirls a few noodles onto the fork, and begins to prod my mouth with it. 

“cmon honey, just a bite. it’s not like it’s poison, you literally just cooked it,” she presses. i start to shake my head, so she moves the fork and instead swoops in for a kiss. i return her advances eagerly. hoping it distracts her. she moves her head down, pressing open mouthed kisses to my neck, and my mouth falls open. i don’t realize she’s noticed that until she’s setting the forkful of food between my lips and lightly closing them.

“it’s one bite, ma. let’s get it eaten, then you can be done.” i chew, not really having the choice to run and spit it out. once i swallow, she beams at me.

“such a good girl, baby. i’m so proud of you.”

at some point, she wins

“come here now, baby,” paige demands, grasping me by the waist and yanking me in front of her. i’d been about to climb into the shower when she spotted me through the bathroom mirror, stripped down to nothing. she’d grabbed me, pulled me into my room, and positioned us in front of the full-length mirror to the side.

“you see how perfect you are? how pretty?” she mumbles into my ear. i let my eyes flutter shut as she snakes her hand down my body, stopping to circle her finger over my clit. a groan slips out from my lips, and she stops.

“alright, i want you to keep on looking right in the mirror, ma. want you to see how perfectly you take my fingers.” i writhe against her, trying to keep my eyes open and hold myself up at the same time. she plunges three fingers into me. i cry out, locking eyes with her in the mirror, she smirks, the same way she always does when drawing a climax from me. i go boneless. if she hadn’t been holding me so tightly, i would be on the floor.

“now can you see how amazing you are? you don’t gotta change anything about you, i’ll love you no matter what. you should stop listening to what others say, because people that love you, like me, want you, no matter what you look like. i, personally, think you’re perfect. i’ll love you till the day my lungs give out, and even then, i’ll use my last breath to say it again.”

after that, it happens less often. some days, i still forget to eat, and some days even looking at a scale makes me want to throw up. but paige is always there. she’s always there to hold me, or help me eat just a little bit, or to help me lay down and relax after i’ve panicked so hard ive puked into the toilet. one day, looking at her from across the couch, i realize that when she told me she’d love me no matter what, she was telling the truth.

[kalims]

Can I please request any Twst character seeing their crush kiss their tsum?

⊹ kissing their tsum tsum

premise. maybe leaving their tsum somewhere to come back to wasn't such a good idea anymore when it's clearly taking the attention of the person they like.

parts. floyd (i somehow forgot him help)

content. gender neutral reader

characters. riddle, leona, jack, epel, sebek

cw. written by someone who hasn't played through the event and does not know shit lol

note. are they just plushies??? or do they have a consciousness of their own??? I am so confused but wow I wrote somehow

I just slapped whoever had cards on the event onto here 😭 caters part is my favorite ugh

riddle rosehearts

left his tsum in it's custom made velvet chair to grab another jar of sugar since riddle didn't know it ran out.

and yes, he had one made for it. smaller version of his own and stuff, it literally has better privileges than any other resident of the dorm.

^ he totally drinks tea with it and believes that even if it isn't actually alive it's him and if this tsum didn't drink tea at the exact time for a specific rule he still feels like he broke one.

he even pours a cup for it hekasbkqkas.

I mean the liquid doesn't get drank by anyone obviously but riddle still does it.

so as he's walking back, opening the chair to take a peek to see if it's enough cubes once he closes it, and looks up he almost just trips on air and drops the glass jar.

he fumbles with the object for a second, blinking rapidly at the sight of you snuggling into his tsum then giving it little kisses every now and then, did he hear you calling it cute—?

"wha...what in the world are you doing?!"

"it's so adorable.." you mumble, hearing the boy but it just goes in one ear and out the other.

good lord he doesn't know whether he'd like to melt into a puddle, combust from his red face, or be that tsum.

should he be jealous? no. but is he? yeah. even if he's denying it severely.

next session the tsum was left with no tea and was promptly caged in his room in hopes that you would not do all that to his tsum, and to his real self instead.

leona kingscholar

I honestly don't think he would really care for it??

I mean wow. it looks like him. cool. whatever. what's he supposed to do with it? it's just a plush no need to work up so much for it.

not that doing effort for it benefits him in anyone but he just keeps it on his bed since he didn't really wanna go anywhere else and his bed just happened to be near so...

*yoink*

no one tells him this, especially not ruggie but he actually sleeps with it. an arm over it sometimes and usually coddling it in his arms.

trust me ruggie has proof.

100 madol for 5 seconds fr

well as usual it's in his bed just there in it's habitat just like the real leona kingscholar.

even someone like him takes the time to actually go to the bathroom so while he's gone, and when he's on his way back he immediately knows you're there.

that's a scent he can recognize anywhere (well duh. bro spent so long tryna engrave it) and if he can smell you so close to his destination then obviously you're in his room.

also he left the door slightly closed and it's more open than before so that's that.

just like anyone else he completely stops before he could open his mouth and is actually flabbergasted and flustered?

why are you kissing his tsum?? "that's kinda creepy ain't it?" he drawls but his tucked ears says I wanna be it so bad.

"guess i'm creepy then."

you say simply and go back to coddling the damn thing. leona scowls at the relevation. there's no way a small, lame version of him is gonna win you like that!

move over so you can enjoy the real thing >:(

jack howl

mr. everyday is leg, arm, everything day guy.

I believe he's more of an outdoors dude, a very sweet outdoors dude.

the kind of sweet outdoors dude that would buy a miniature plushie version of weights for his tsum so it can get the eveyday is leg, arm, everything day too.

cute thing is jack is actually so proud of himself 😭 evident from the cute lil' wag of tail he does.

he's so pure!!

and him and his tsum totally 'work out' together.

well it's mainly him but he likes to think that his tsum is too. if he's doing an exercise that doesn't require a lot of moving his tsum is just there somewhere with it's weights facing him.

if he's running he has it on his shoulders awww..

sometimes he can get a little distracted though. from his intense focus he didn't even hear you approaching, let alone sitting down and basically hogging his tsum all to yourself!

at some point you just made the tsum copy whatever the real jack does. jack is doing push-ups? damnn.. tsum is doing is so easily.

you get the point.

it's only then when jack notices when he hears you and mistakes your comment for him.

"ahh, you did great cutie.. so strong, so cute." he hears you mumble and turns pink before turning back to look at you and the happy movement of his wolf traits pause.

oh that wasn't for him.

jack stares in envy. HE SWEARS THAT TSUM JUST SMIRKED AT HIM.. LITERALLY TRAITOR.

man just feels betrayed.

cater diamond

absolutely adores him tsum to bits!!

ever since he got it he practically drags it everywhere and his magicam page is full of it.

I reckon cater named it. maybe dia(mond) or something, if not then the classic cater 2.0 which is funny cause now he got 3 clones!!

^ the other two and now lil' cater 🎤

which makes me wonder. it'd totally be cute if he had like, two other tsums that are copies of the result of his unique magic. now it's actually cater 2.0 for real!

cater 2.0 is definitely more popular than some students so you could go up to one and say: you know who this is *picture of random student*

they'll be like: ehh... can't say I do, or seen them before

you holding up a picture of cater 2.0: what about this?

them: oh thats cater 2.0 obviously!

random student crying in the backround.

IMAGINEEE (laughs in pain)

ahem. he likes to have his tsums (tsums cause he actually got 3 to match himself) around everywhere so he can incorporate them into his selfies.

also he needs to feed everyone more cater 2.0's content. there's cater D, cater I, and cater A who all spell out dia :DD big brain

in the music room of his club where's he's peacefully testing out a riff behind him his tsums lay..

so obviously he didn't hear you shuffle into the room, let out the quietest gasp ever and just take the three into your arms and look like you're in heaven.

you stay like that for a while, smiling and hugging the tsums cause wow were they just adorable! and there's three of them!

you all spare the three a sweet kiss before realizing that the music has stopped and cater is pouting at you.

"aw that isn't fair!" he whined, and smiles cheekily. "these guys and I want some of that too!" he points to his two splits that has recently conjured.

now you got three miniature caters that got the kiss, and three real caters that want one yayy!

sebek zigvolt

said he was not going to care for.. something like that and if there was anything like.. that, the only thing he'd care of was one of malleus'.

then said that 'he wanted to educate the plush' even though it was a plush. he's already contradicting himself here, where's the hate??

legit just rambled to the plush for an hour straight preaching about the greatness and glory of his young master.

where silver actually woke up from! silver!! crazy, right?

it must have been a lot of even silver rose from it.

said he was not going to spend anything on it unlike the other people who had spent a hefty amount of madol for the comfort of their tsum and for them alone.

but he figured.. just getting a small painting of the young master so the tsum would look at it everyday isn't too much of a stretch.

that's what he said before and now he's on his way to get another smaller version merch of malleus.

god forbid if malleus ever came inside the room cause he's just gonna see a lot of stuff.. but don't worry cause sebek atleast has a separate corner for all that.

'I will not care for it' my ass.

of course he had completely forgotten that he had invited you over and was outside fetching his blade he forgot to bring inside.

as per dorm rules! don't want it flying away anywhere if a.. *coughs* storm suddenly appears.

lilia had already invited you in and insisted it was fine for you to enter sebek's room beforehand even with your doubts he just pushed you in and you weren't in a place to argue when he didn't even budge when you tried to stop.

once you just walked around out of curiosity it was only in due time where you would see the plush.

an idea pops in your head.

sebek did not expect to see you inside his room.

let alone on his bed, with his tsum in your arms and you dutifully committing yourself into showering it with love and affection.

he's just flabbergasted, shocked to silence, every synonym near to those. but there's an increasing amount of steam pouring out of his ears as his face twitches more by the minute.

"WHAT ARE YO—"

you kiss it so casually that sebek shuts up and almost faints out of embarrassment and fluster.

WHAT IS GOING ON?? he's so confused. WHO LET YOU IN??

bat chuckling somewhere

epel felmier

would very much like to dress up his tsum.

he knows because vil already saw the tsum looking like a monstrosity covered in dirt and leaves, only spared a disappointed look but stayed silent.

not in the way you'd think cause he feels like he can do whatever he'd like to this tsum and vil wouldn't really care like the man would to real epel.

a hallelujah for him honestly.

he doesn't really put much love to his tsum but it's pretty cute that's all. rook finds it way more appealing than him though which he isn't sure how to interpret.

epel doesn't leave it just anywhere when it's outside of pomefiore. cause students there are polite and definitely would not wreck a plushie that looks exactly like him.

if he did the tsum would probably disappear on campus and be found in a dumpster.

*chills* cause he somehow feels for the tsum.

when he's angry he just vents to it and vents whenever. including the times he's just having a crisis about you.

if that tsum was alive godddd epel would be so exposed.

he left the tsum somewhere outside, in the middle of the garden.

he was practicing his make-up there, as per vil's instructions and went out to go fetch a product he had forgotten to grab along with the others.

he figured he might as well take a cup of water as a drink to go.

epel is just gulping down the water when it's just coincidence that he lowers the cup, sees you, there's water still in his mouth, then you give his tsum a little cute kiss so he just spits it all out.

OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT. he thought completely out of it. he stares intensely at the tsum.

he's definitely regretting venting to the tsum about you cause epel somehow thinks it's somehow alive and is now rizzing you up, with the knowledge HE gave IT!

he's so mad help 😭

*epel trying to aggressively rizz you up too*

"you don't need that." *snatches and throws the tsum away*

IN JEALOUSY.

meanwhile you watch it fly with sad eyes. :(

mad epel.

note. jesus christ I wrote all of this RIGHT AFTER I posted that /srs ☹ AND I DID ALL THIS IN LIKE AN HOUR HELP ME WHERE DID THAT COME FROM

commision me!

[star-suh]

🎃 Red Riding Hood 🎃

mark lee x male reader

cw: top mark, implied cruising, breeding, reader's first time, reader is dom-ish sometimes, some voyeurism, rimjob, blowjob.

an: this one is not so halloween-ish and i just took the general idea of the tale, thanks to @blehhhidk for the idea of this and other two fics 🥹🫶

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y/n a pretty boy who always wears a red cap was getting ready to visit his grandma, who was sick. "listen y/n your grandma is sick, so go the pharmacy and buy her some medicaments" says y/n's mom "and go straight to your grandma's house don't you stay out there doing nonsense" she slapped his head carefully. "ok mom" he just rolled his eyes and went to the pharmacy. in his way towards there he make eye contact with one of those 'bad boys' wearing dark clothes and smoking in the corner of a house "goodbye pretty boy" says the strange boy and y/n blushed "goodbye sexy boy" replied y/n without thinking, he felt embarrassed and walked faster meanwhile mark just laughed and decided to walk behind the cute guy. "where you going?" asked mark. "i'm going to my grandma's house. she is sick and need medicaments" replied y/n. "hmm i see… can i go with you? and make you company" asked mark to which y/n responds "sure".

between talk and talk mark discovers that y/n is a virgin and that he wanted to lose his virginity so he downloaded an app for that but it didn't work for him. "i can do you the favor. you only have to ask for it" smirked the guy while grabbing his big bulge, y/n just blushed "shut up i must get to my grandmother's quickly" he says. "where does she lives?" asked mark, "she lives in *******" replied the boy. "i know a shortcut, through the forest" commented mark, "you mean that forest? as in the forest that is near lord seonghwa's castle… that alleged vampire?" he whispered that last part while watching to all directions "yeah let's go" mark grabbed y/n by the hand and they run towards the forest.

they were walking until suddenly they hear moans and grunts, carefully they walked to see what was happening and there we are, two people fucking, one has pink hair and the other brown hair, in the forest, in plain sight. "fuck that's hot" says mark while a tent is forming on his pants and the same happening in y/n's. "i might accept your offer" says y/n to mark who looked at him surprised "let's go" it's the only thing mark said taking y/n with him.

now, in mark's house, more exactly his bed, was he eating y/n out, his tongue exploring y/n's insides while saliva was surrounding y/n's virginal entrance "so fucking good" moaned mark while y/n was biting the sheets holding back his moans. minutes later y/n's hole was already dilated to receive mark's thick piece of meat, but first y/n wanted to suck it and have it in his mouth. "suck it like it's a lollipop" mark says slapping his cock in y/n's mouth. the bottom obeyed and gave his everything to make mark feel good "yes just like that" whispered mark emitting a quiet moan. y/n was loving the burning feeling of mark stretching his virginal ass "i want more of this" begged y/n, "don't worry you would have this and more from now on" grunted mark while leaving his cock without moving it so that y/n would get used to the feeling.

minutes passed and y/n wanted more sex with mark, he's like a insatiable whore now, his cock bouncing while riding mark's "yes yes i love this" said the greedy bottom fucking himself hard on mark's rod "hold on, go… easy. y-you are being such a slut" growled the man feeling so satisfied by y/n's tight hole. now mark grabbed y/n's legs and pushed them back towards his torso and started to thrust hard "i'm gonna pump you full of my kids. until it's slipping down your hole for how full you are. you hear me?" mark asked and y/n just nodded "yes yes fuck me. fill me up" begged the little slut. y/n's was now riding mark with his back facing mark, he started to move his ass gently ass if he was massaging mark's cock "i'm gonna milk you dry markie" smirked the bottom "this cum is all for me" he moves front and back eager to get mark's seed inside him. hours have passed now, mark was impressed by how mich stamina y/n has and how slutty he turned out to be, the bed was wet for all the sweat and the windows were foggy, it looked like a sauna. "i'm gonna cum~" growled the top, he stilled his throbbing cock inside y/n's ass emptying all his balls while y/n did the same spilling his seed on mark's sheets both feel exhausted and they were gonna sleep together until a thought crossed y/n's mind "GRANDMAA!!!" he yelled and went quickly to get dressed and go to his grandma's house, "wait" screamed mark but it was too late y/n was already out of his house….

y/n was scolded by his mom and he promised he would never take another path to go to his grandma's house, but that's a lie... he would always take the forest shortcut to meet with mark and fuck there, returning to his home full of mark's milk that is like an everyday meal for him. "hey! red cap boy wanna ride" asked an smiling mark who was leaning on a tree and y/n just licked his lips "yeah"...

[teamdilf]

✨Let's talk about OCs!✨How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic? What's your favourite thing about them? Tell us a fun fact(s) about your OC or their creation!

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I'm going to do my Rook, Melody!

Mel is irreverent and incredibly foul-mouthed (I'm working on a piece exploring her early life that's about 3,100 words and I just checked and there are 29 uses of the word "fuck" and 19 uses of "shit"). She's Rivaini, having chosen to live and train to be a Lord of Fortune after her mentor/adoptive father, Marcel, rescued her off a Tevinter merchant ship where she'd been a galley slave.

She cracks jokes because if she's laughing she's not crying, which sometimes gets her into trouble when people are looking for a more genuine response to the problem they're facing. Mel isn't great at understanding "time and place", but even if she's shoving her foot in her mouth constantly, she cares so damned much for the people around her, and would do whatever it takes - even at the cost of her own life, in order to keep them safe.

A few fun facts:

Davrin is her first love! Before him she'd spent plenty of nights with people of all genders, but was never interested in committing to anything serious.

She speaks with a Ferelden accent because most of the other galley slaves had been from the Denerim alienage but was born in Antiva.

Leadership is her strongest quality, though she doesn't personally see herself as much of a leader, nor does she especially like being the one calling the shots. Her style is unconventional (see: her absolutely filthy mouth), but she knows how to make a judgement call and owns her decisions, good and bad.

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Next episode of Creature Commandos is gonna be the deciding factor on my opinion of the show. So far, I have mixed feelings.

The first episode, which is the “getting the gang together” part of the story, did not really endear me to the characters right away like Gunn’s previous works did. Dr. Phosphorous is the only character who makes a huge impression, seeing as he’s the Captain Boomerang-esque lovable asshole and he’s played by Alan Tudyk (who’s finally in a good time again after being repeatedly wasted by Disney), and while the other creatures aren’t BAD they didn’t immediately grab my attention like Rocket, Peacemaker, or Star-Lord.

Episode 2 is a huge mixed bag. On the plus side, we have David Harbour hamming it up as the violent turbo simp take on Frankenstein; he is having an absolute blast playing the stitched-together manchild. The backstory for the Bride is very good too, though it does lead to grooming/incest/necrophilia being portrayed a bit more romantically than you’d expect.

While I’m not going to get on a moral soapbox here—it’s a cartoonishly violent show about monsters, and the Bride is a gothic horror creature, so this isn’t outside the norm—I think this kinda highlights how the women in the show are portrayed. The Bride’s backstory is as described above, the team’s fish lady (who as of episode four is the most forgettable character) has a lot of scenes of her nude in tubs, and the princess the team has been sent to protect is super horny and throws herself at Frank Grillo’s Flag and is threatened with rape in the next episode by Circe’s army of incels. Gunn is normally great at writing women (Gamora, Nebula, Ratcatcher, Waller) so this comes off as really bizarre. My guess is due to the subject matter he decided to dabble in his past Troma sensibilities, but it leaves a bit of a bad taste in my mouth.

Episode 3 is where things take a turn for the better. We get the backstory of G.I. Robot, the team’s Nazi-hating tin man, and we get numerous awesome scenes of him blasting the Third Reich apart as well as some tragic depth to him. A lot of people take umbrage with how Circe is defeated here, but that’s just how comic book media works. Sometimes a tough villain gets jobbed for the sake of the story.

Episode 4 is, so far, the best episode. We have Flag and Frankenstein becoming “best buddies” with some of the funniest dialogue of the show, some serious raising of the stakes, and TWO gorilla-themed cameos! But best of all, Weasel of all characters gets a truly heartbreaking backstory. You heard me: The crazy, violent, alleged child killer who was most notable for nearly drowning at the start of The Suicide Squad, gets a genuinely sad background that adds a bit of depth to him. It made me tear up a bit.

I can’t say that this show has won me over like Gunn’s previous superhero work, which is sad because between the awesome animation and the subject matter I was sure this would be a slam dunk for me. Maybe it’s just the fact this is the 5th time James Gunn has made a “ragtag bunch of misfits come together to go on a mission and become a found family” story; we get it, James, you know how to do this, but this is getting to the point where you’re Sheen showing off Ultra Lord for the seventh time. I’d like to see you step out of your comfort zone a bit and do something new (which thankfully is what Superman is looking to be). Of course, the finale could really win me over depending on how it’s executed, so I’m holding off on a full verdict. As it stands, this is a solid but somewhat scattershot start to the new DC universe.

[patheticrafeenjoyer]

and if i said rafebarry?

she's gonna save me call me 'baby': barry basically uses exclusively pet names "baby boy" "big boy" "pretty baby" "pretty boy" "baby" (tbh i don't think he's a "babe" kind of guy) so like this part goes without saying....

run her hands through my hair: barry carding his hand through rafe's hair when it's long (like s1 & 2 era) and then stroking over the buzzcut too,, like when rafe's laying on the couch with his head in barry's lap.... or when barry passes by where rafe's sitting... or when they're wrapped up together one hand absolutely goes to the back of the head to cradle his skull

she'll know me crazy: can't stress this enough but barry is intimately aware of how crazy rafe is.... like he's been there for some of rafe's insane plots or has directly witnessed the immediate aftermath. like trust barry knows. [plus in s3 when barry's like "i gotta be honest with you, dawg, i don't know if it got this in me, bro." and rafe goes "i do." and barry's like "yeah... i knew you did" like y'all he is WELL AWARE]

soothe me daily: maybe this is just a thing i noticed, but barry seems like the one person in the show who can distract rafe from the things he's planning on doing/the things he's thinking, and he seems to be the only one who can do it in a way that rafe will listen to (at least to some degree) [i'll have a post coming about this trust], so i am very much of the belief that he can divert rafe's attention away from whatever bad/crazy thing he's thinking about and soothe whatever frustration/anger/fear/etc. is bubbling inside him

better yet, she wouldn't care: barry is soooooo unphased by rafe. like yeah sometimes he's like 'oh bro whaaaat' in the moment, but ultimately he simply does not care that much. like in s1 when rafe and barry go to the garage and jump kie and jj, kie shouts "you murdered peterkin" and for only one second, barry's face is shocked, and then he's just over it and back to what he was doing before. and then after that he makes some lighthearted comments about rafe killing peterkin ("badder than i though, country club"). and then there's the "just tell me whatever the hell you done, 'cause i can promise you, whatever it was, i done worse". and then there's the whole going to the chateau to fuck the pogues up and the whole melting the cross situation. like in canon barry is very much aware of rafe's crazy, and in my head it's even more so

[bonus excerpt from something i'm working on: "He runs his finger over the cut, watches Barry’s muscles flex at the feeling of his fingertips on raw, open skin. His finger comes away coated in red and Rafe, before he can even stop himself, pops his finger in his mouth for a taste. 

His brain lights up like a christmas tree at the taste of it, metal and bitter and so, so good. He savors it like a candy, swears he can feel the Barry of it all even though he rationally knows that’s impossible. Nothing feels very rational right now, though.

Fucking crazy, Barry says again, words soaked in adoration and fondness. Rafe’s crazy, no doubt about it, but if Rafe’s crazy then Barry’s positively insane for keeping him around."]

some other jackie and wilson lyrics that scream rafebarry that i won't elaborate on bc this is already insanely long... use your imagination and consider the delusional shit i already talk about it and you'll be able to see the vision clear as day:

"so deep in this swill with the most familiar of swine / for reasons wretched and divine"

"laughing away through my feeble disguise / no other version of me i would rather be tonight"

"lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime"

"every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside"

"we'd sit back and watch the world go by / happy to lie back, watch it burn and rust" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this whole song is just so

[meetmeatthecoda]

Can you believe it’s been two years since The Terrible Awful? Idk about you, but I still find myself feeling bitter and sad about the treatment of Liz’s character. As if it wasn’t bad enough that they completely f’d up the core relationship of the show 😔

*stares in shock, mouth agape, at the tiny number one in my ask box* It's been 84 years 🥹🥹🥹

HELLO, ANON!!! 😍😍 I'll get to the actual content of your lovely ask in just a sec, but first I just have to say my heart skipped a beat to see that I actually received a Lizzington ask in the year of our lord 2023!! It's been... a long-ass time, but asks were one of my favorite ways to participate in the fandom... so suffice it to say that this is a very welcome throwback. Thank you for taking the time 🥲

ANYWAY enough YAMMERING from CODA bc NO, anon, NO. I CANNOT believe it's been two years since The Terrible Awful. I mean, in some ways it feels like it & in others it most definitely does not, but most of all... I'm just sad so much time has passed & we've gone so long without Lizzington & the fandom has largely moved on... it's a desperately sad, nostalgic, yearning feeling & it sucks 😭 And omg, I too absolutely still feel bitter about how they treated Liz AND the core relationship of the show, you're definitely not alone there, anon!! I think it has something to do with the fact that the show is technically still going (although not for much longer whoop lolz) & I still occasionally see/hear things about the current state & it's pretty laughable. Plus, the impending end of the show (although it ended for us 2 years ago lolol) brings about - at least in me - some bittersweet feelings in a secondhand, disinterested kind of way... well, mostly bitter lmfao 🙃 So yeah, long story short (as if), I 1000% feel you, anon!! The wounds may have healed over with time, but the scars are still there... which sounds dramatic AF for a TV show but... sometimes it do be like that 🫠 Anyway, thank you so much for dropping by to leave this ask, anon!! As sad as it was, I was very happy to see it & know that someone out there still thinks of Lizzington occasionally & still thought enough of me & my stupid blog to send an ask my way!! I hope my commiserating made you feel a tad better & - if it helps at all - know that I'm working hard on a big, new Lizzington fic at the moment... because I'm not ready to let them go yet!! So, thanks again, anon, take care, & much love to you, my friend!! ❤️

[meraus]

Ghost has DID au

Takes place after events of cod:mw2(2022). Ghost knows he’s an alter and Simon doesn’t know he has an alter. Soap is at ghost’s place for reasons when he agitates ghost enough to pull off his mask and reveal Simon, who’s immediately hostile to this stranger that’s standing in his living room acting like they’re familiar. Soap thinks ghost is pulling his leg, but when he gets Simon to put the mask on and ghost comes back, he finds out just how real it is. Soap realizes ghost can’t possibly be cleared for duty, and ghost confirms soap is the first and only one to know.

Not a full fic, more a complete outline- lord know that will take so many more words and I’m not up for writing all of them. Written entirely in my notes app which doesn't recognize soap and ghost as names lol.

Ghost can suppress Simon for short amounts of time without the mask, but only if he’s prepared. So when one day they’re in the field facing hostiles and the mask comes off by accident, soap has to get to a severely freaked out Simon, in his experience a civilian dropped in an active war zone, before anyone notices. Or at least before Simon gets himself killed or ghost’s absence fucks the mission.

Where ghost grows fonder of soap, Simon starts seeing him as a bad omen. When Simon sees soap, shit has usually hit the fence and will only get worse, considering the quickest way to get ghost back seems to be to intimidate Simon into relinquishing control. This development of Simon wanting to avoid soap makes it significantly harder to bring ghost back in critical moments. Soap also struggles with the morality of letting it go on like this, enabling this set up ghost has created.

When he brings it up, suggesting ghost gets treatment, ghost immediately shoots it down. Simon also doesn’t want to hear it, he doesn’t even want to speak with soap. Trying to tell Simon what’s going on builds his anxiety and triggers ghost to take over. Enough repetition of soap forcing ghost back in causes him to become another trigger for Simon.

Soap doesn’t see Simon anymore, and doesn’t think he ever will again. Ghost doesn’t mind. He doesn’t want Simon there with soap, maybe doesn’t want Simon at all. He gets on fine, better even, when it’s just him. He likes what he’s got set up for himself and Simon compromises that. If the army ever finds out about Simon, everything he has will go away. And what does Simon even have for himself? He doesn’t have family, doesn’t have friends, doesn’t have a job or way to provide for himself. Hell, he doesn’t even know who he is or what he’s capable of. All Simon has is fear and memories of things best left forgotten.

So it works, right up until it stops working. Because the thing about soap is that he’s safe. He’s trustworthy, reliable, on his way to become a better man than ghost’s ever been or can hope to be. If soap is there, if the environment allows it- ghost can drop his guard. He thought it just meant being able to sleep on transport and the like, but soon finds out that sometimes what feels like sleep to him is just Simon being shoved back to the forefront.

The first time, they’re in a car with two other people. Soap hears ghost mutter an expletive, sounding taken aback. It puts the others on high alert immediately, and himself as well, but for a different reason. There’s nothing out of the ordinary, no imminent danger, ghost doesn’t sound like this usually, and when he snaps his head around to look at ghost, he can see the switch clear as day. Simon is occupying the body even with the mask on. Soap covers for Simon’s slip up and silently warns him to keep his mouth shut until they can figure this out.

Through these moments of unplanned control, Simon slowly starts learning about his other side. Ghost and Simon don’t blend together, it’s more like both of them are breaking each other down. It’s messy and more importantly, dangerous. Ghost decides he needs to cut soap off, for his own well-being. Simon decides he needs to keep soap close, to guide him through the unknown and fill in the blanks.

It’s a losing battle for ghost. He can’t very well cut clean ties with soap- they’re on the same team, always in the same places, always having to share information. And besides that, soap is… he’s soap. He’s who ghost would consider his closest friend and ally. He doesn’t want to cut soap off, even if he needs to. And considering soap isn’t planning on going anywhere, cutting him off would mean uprooting the life he’s built so far. The best course of action, ghost decides, would be to somehow kill Simon off forever.

Simon, however, isn’t eager to go. Not at all. Maybe once, when he had nothing and not a clue about the world he was living in, he was easy to keep down. Now, though, he feels he has a place in the world. People who admire and respect him, even if it’s not really him they’re looking up to. And maybe even if he doesn’t know entirely how to keep that, earn it for himself, it’s alright. He’s comforted by knowing he’s got a good friend in soap, helping him to find out.

Soap doesn’t want to help him there, though. He can’t risk it. Simon can’t do the things ghost can, even if he has the muscle memory, he doesn’t have the instinct or training. Simon is a liability in the field, and through him, so is ghost. Soap is more pressured than ever to tell their captain what’s going on and in doing so betray the trust of his best friend- both of him. Ghost switches to Simon during a mission and it gets people killed.

Soap comes to a breaking point and he confronts ghost. They have what would be a shouting match, if there wasn’t a need for discretion. Punches are thrown and threats are made. Ghost does things he wouldn’t normally do to preserve who he is, fully seeing the irony in it but not knowing another way to achieve his goal. Soap and ghost break apart, much to the dismay of Simon. Soap is avoiding him now, regardless of which him he is. He’ll only do what’s mission critical and leave it at that. Simon finds it’s much harder to be in ghost’s shoes when he’s not told where and how to walk. The only upside is that what’s wrong with ghost gets blamed on whatever’s going on between him and soap.

When it’s Simon’s turn to confront soap, he gets told if he can’t handle it, then do them all a favor and stop trying to be ghost. The stakes of his fight for dominance with ghost get laid out for him. Simon already knew, but he never truly realized, as he does what he’s always done when it becomes too much; he makes ghost deal with whatever is too difficult for him. Simon doesn’t want to do that anymore. He realizes if he wants to live, he needs help. He needs to destroy ghost. The prospect is frightening and thinking about it allows ghost easy access to slip back in, overhearing soap’s words meant for Simon. He realizes he’s done for if Simon gets control again, so he clings to consciousness, digging his nails in until they break.

Ghost is reckless. He’s purposely putting himself in danger, going out of his way to scare Simon into obedience. If it’s too much, he won’t come out. Maybe if he finds the absolute limit of what his psyche can handle, paralyzes his other with fear, Simon will never want to return. He’s aware that he has no way out. If he slips up, he dies. It’s just a question of where and how.

Soap can’t do it anymore. He curses ghost for letting him find out, putting this responsibility on him, putting him between a rock and a hard place. He informs the captain of ghost’s condition, even knowing he will also face consequences for keeping it hidden. When asked how long he knew, he answers ‘a while’. When Ghost gets dismissed, he is also asked how long soap knew. He says soap only just found out.

Life for ex-military personnel with a dismissal on grounds of a pre-existing condition is rough. Even more so when the years of combat are marking your skin like a neon sign reading ‘danger’. Ghost gets a few weeks of psychological help and no benefits. Price can’t do much for him there, it’s bureaucratic bullshit- a one size fits all solution that lets the army wash its hands clean of him and his problems. He’s saved up a nice sum, but not enough that it’ll let him go into early retirement. Not that he’s the type for retirement, anyway. He doesn’t know what to do with himself out here. Going home- if you can call it that- between mission is fine. He doesn’t have to stick it out long. It’s different now that he actually has to settle. He considers letting Simon figure it out.

Simon who got them into this fucking mess, never actually considering what his actions will do to them because he’s never had to deal with the consequences of them before. Simon, who’ll probably get so overwhelmed by it that he might finally decide it’s best to put ghost in charge, after all. Active war zones couldn’t cut it, but the realization that beyond that the only thing awaiting them is the monthly psychiatrist bill and endless jobs applications without response might do the trick. Even if the thought amuses him, even if he starts considering dying might be best after all, he still clings to control. It’s his own fault anyway, for showing soap, for not being able to keep it under control afterwards. Soap, he thinks, who he’s never going to see again.

But he’s wrong. There’s months of radio silence between them, and then suddenly soap is on his doorstep. He hadn’t texted or called, despite having ghost’s number, just shown up. Soap takes one good look at him and knows which him he is. Ghost looks back and for the first time in months he feels his control slipping. He’s about to tell him to get lost and slam the door in soap’s face, but before his mouth can form the words, soap asks him why ghost covered for him. Why didn’t he face consequences for helping ghost cover up his medical status?

Really, there’s only one answer. The same answer that has ghost step aside to let soap in. It’s because he’s not done right by soap, and soap didn’t deserve to get any shit for or from ghost.

They catch up. If it were an interrogation, ghost would be in the hot seat. He’s got more to tell and the majority of what soap’s been through can’t be told. In that afternoon they find a new foundation. It’s brittle and shaky, careful not to touch on the important pieces, the things that need to be said, because saying them wrong could have the whole thing collapse, but it’s something. Soap sticks around, coming back every time between deployments, and they have something.

Ghost finds a life again. It’s not satisfying, it’s not something he thinks he’ll ever gets used to, but it’s his and it’ll do. He picks up some dangerous jobs to keep Simon at bay, but it’s not enough. He’s comfortable, he’s got it figured out, and he’s terrified. He’s the alter. If Simon comes out again and settles in this cushy life, he loses it all again. He can’t let Simon take this from him. He actively works against his treatment, stopped going at all in the last few weeks. There’s things that are his that he’s desperate to keep. There’s soap on his doorstep every few months, smiling at him wide and calling his name.

And that’s the most pressing issue. He keeps slipping around soap. The time he wants to be in his body the most is the time he feels the least solid in it. He thinks Simon wants soap, too. Not like ghost does, though. He doesn’t crave him with an edge of desperation, ghost knows, because he hasn’t lost yet. If Simon wanted it bad enough, he could win the struggle.

He takes up sparring with soap. If his adrenaline is high and his body goes into combat mode, it’s easier to keep Simon down. He puts on his face mask and takes soap down to the gym he frequents. The employees greet him by his name, what they think is his nickname, just as everyone else does.

He knows soap will press the issue, yet he’s still not prepared for it when it happens. Soap asks him if he’s just going to continue like this, if he’s planning to never let Simon out again. Ghost is honest with him, to a degree. He tells soap he doesn’t want to give up what he has and that Simon will erase him and take it for himself. He says Simon doesn’t deserve it.

Soap reminds him he’s in the best place he’ll be to figure himself out. Maybe he won’t be erased, maybe he’ll be merged. There’s no way, he says, that ghost can just cease to exist. Soap doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Ghost knows he doesn’t, because he’s spend hours researching it. There’s too many unknowns, too many likely to happen worst-case scenarios. There’s a dread that seeps in when he thinks about not having his life for himself.

What then, soap asks, is so important that it can’t be shared? Ghost hesitates to answer. This is the part of their foundation that can’t be touched, for fear it’ll break. It’s the part they’re always stepping over, have been for years, even when all was right with them and soap didn’t know Simon.

Ghost is in love with soap. He doesn’t want to say it. He doesn’t want to risk it. What they have is enough, it’s a lifeline he can’t afford to cut. Still, with the pressure on him, with soap in his face and trying so hard to do what he thinks is best for ghost, with the thought of ‘what if’ plaguing his mind, he confesses.

Soap physically, noticeably, backs down. He’d known, on some level, that ghost felt this way about him. He was different to ghost, special, it was obvious in how they interacted with each other. He’d caught ghost looking at him, not in an indecipherable way, but clear as day in a way he told himself must be his wishful thinking. Soap can pretend it’s not there, even when he looks at ghost that same way, even when ghost’s undivided attention makes his whole body tingle with excitement, a moment where he thinks if he reaches out then ghost will meet him halfway.

Even so, soap can’t reach out. He feels if he tries, ghost will live up to his name and soap’s fingers will go right through. Ghost isn’t a person, so much as a personality. How am I supposed to love you back, he asks ghost, when you’re like this? There’s no security- ghost can disappear at any time. It would be a constant state of dread, a form of torture where he thinks he’d much rather gets his teeth pulled. Soap wants to say yes so bad, he’s a risk-taker anyway, in his line of work he could die at any time, so why wouldn’t he just dive in head-first? But if he did, it’d be unfair to ghost- to Simon- either of them. Both of them. Ghost can’t progress if soap holds him back. Figure yourself out, he tells ghost, and then tell me again.

Soap deploys again. Ghost, like before, is unsure if he’ll see him again. He curses Simon, breaks the mirrors in his house, hates the face they reflect back at him. Ghost is at his lowest point, and Simon takes over.

Simon has no clue where he is, ghost had moved to a new place, more suitable for full time occupancy. He snoops around and discovers what ghost has been up to. He makes a new appointment at the psychiatrist.

The woman who greets him wears a friendly smile and says she’s glad to see ghost back. When Simon tells her she might have to wait a bit longer on that, actually, her smile turns from friendly to beaming.

I don’t actually know shit about dissociative identity disorder and the treatment so I’m not dipping my whole toe in for this part, consider everything I say on the topic to be absolute trash for realism BUT Simon makes progress. A fair amount, really. He does his best to settle into the life ghost set up, confronts the trauma that created ghost in the first place, and discovers trauma he wasn’t responsible for acquiring. He has memories now that don’t feel like his own. He flips back and forth between himself and ghost and the lines get blurred. The more he learns, the more he feels sorry for ghost. As well as a strange type of guilt. He viewed ghost as his adversary when he learned of him, but really he was a scapegoat. A crutch Simon has depended on for so long that even he feels it’s unfair to call himself the host. He still has trouble seeing ghost as a part of himself, but the more he dips into his psyche, the more familiar he becomes.

Ghost is a whole person, Simon realizes. That’s why it’s so difficult to work with him. He’s complex and intricate and it’s not just a detached caricature of what Simon as a child thought a tough guy should be. Every time he connects with things that are distinctly ghost, it’s overwhelming.

Ghost doesn’t fight him when he goes looking, Simon feels like he’s almost showing off. But that’s not entirely right, if there’s one thing that defines ghost it’s his need to remain unknown. Simon doesn’t know why ghost is letting him access all of it without push back, until he digs too deep. He touches on a memory that seems recent, it’s in his new place and soap is there. The words sound like gibberish and it’s not a clear picture. When he tries to focus on it, suddenly he’s shoved out. It’s not the easy pull he’s become used to, the feeling like reality shifts and everything becomes hazy. It’s like getting pushed off a cliff and landing on a rock.

The psychiatrist asks ghost what happened there. He’s not ready for that, ghost tells her, he’s missing the pieces that make it come together; he needs to earn it first. And ghost, surprisingly, helps him. Sometimes, it’s like he’s being fed pieces, things he didn’t go looking for just appear before him. Every time he gets that feeling, he sees soap. Simon realizes that’s the thing ghost really wants him to understand; why soap is important.

He’s noticed before that ghost has many memories he doesn’t really care for, victories and milestone anyone else would hold dear. What he's careful with is his memories of people. Simon has to be delicate when he encounters a person whose name he knows but never learned, but even then soap is a special case. Memories of gaz and price come flowing in seemingly randomly order, but almost everything soap-related is chronological. Like ghost is telling him it’s important to get this one exactly right, really understand.

They work at it for a year and some months, and Simon understands ghost now. He still can’t fully see ghost as himself, but he’s not a separate entity either. It’s like they’re opposite sides of the same coin; different on the surface level, but ultimate the same. They’re through with almost everything ghost deems important, and that means he can’t stretch for time any more. Simon has a good feeling he knows what this final memory of soap is, the one he touched on too soon and hasn’t been allowed near since.

He feels the hesitancy in his own mind to dig it up. He feels exactly what ghost is feeling when he recalls it. It hurts. It’s elation turning to horror turning to grief and a cocktail of other emotions swirling around in him. And it’s the missing piece of the puzzle. It’s why ghost wanted him to understand after fighting him for so long. It’s the turning point that allowed Simon control. They’ve been doing all of this because if they live, they want a future, and he’s in love with soap. Ghost, Simon, either and both, just him. He’s in love with soap. He wants a future with soap in it.

It’s been too long for him not to realize soap must've come back from deployment without going to see him. He’ll have to take the initiative. He opens his contact information and goes into the text window. He knows he can’t text this, but he’s afraid to call. Besides, who knows if soap can even call, or what time zone he’s in. Their last message exchanged was over two years ago. The anxiety is eating away at him. What if soap’s given up on him? What if he took too long? What if he’s not adequately recovered, and soap rejects him again?

It takes him another few days to send a message. A curt and demanding ‘let’s talk’. He send another text, this one reading ‘please’. He drops his head in his free hand and groans. He should’ve waited another few days and come up with something good.

Soap texts him back hours later, waking him up by the distinct ping of a new message. Blending with ghost unfortunately also meant taking over his annoying, paranoid, militant habits, like any unexpected noise stirring you awake. Soap texted him ‘now?’. Simon replies ‘what works for you’. His phone rings right after he sends it.

The conversation lasts over an hour. Simon bites through the anxiety of sharing his personal life when he doesn’t know where he stands with soap and tells him how the treatment has been, how it’s going, what life is like, everything he deems important for soap to know. What might convince soap to come around again. Soap seems unsure of how to talk to him, too. But soap is good with people, he’s a natural conversationalist and he’s got his charm to fall back on. It’s not as bad as Simon feared it might go. Soap says he’ll stop by next time, though he doesn’t say when next time is.

Simon thought next time would be when he talks to soap again, but turns out that comes a lot sooner. Soap texts him the next day. A few days after that, they’re on a call again. Soap laughs more freely and becomes less guarded with every exchange and soon he’s saying stuff like how nostalgic it is to have ghost in his ear. Asks Simon to say some military shit, anything really. He laughs loud and long when Simon says, ‘how do two oceans greet each other?’. He hadn’t even said the punchline.

Soap also tells him how gaz and price are fairing, as well as sparse updates on Alejandro and rodolfo, who he’s still in contact with. Simon’s glad to hear about them. When ghost still had control, he’d been in contact, though always short messages and nothing meaningful. When Simon took over, he didn’t know how to talk to them. He barely knew them, didn’t really know anything about them. He’s come to know them through the memories and it’s a bittersweet feeling to know he has had these people in reach and kept them at distance. Though, now that soap opened the gate way, he starts receiving more wake up texts.

Then one day his phone stays silent. He slept through the entire night. It immediately sets him on high alert. He texts soap, and thankfully rather quickly receives a response. ‘Busy. In a bit.’ It reads.

In a bit turns out to be five hours, when there’s a knock at his door and there stands soap, smiling at him, saying ‘my schedule’s all cleared up now, so if you’re not-‘.

Simon interrupts him to say what he’s been wanting to say all this time, what he hopes soap has been waiting to hear. ‘I love you.’

And soap says, ‘I love you, too.’

[quietwingsinthesky]

au where the doctor is very obviously alien and has something that puts him off from others but he really really tries to pretend to be human but it’s OBVIOUS he is not. When the second doctor first shows up to UNIT. They leave him little snacks to try and lure him in. Next thing they know a old curly haired ‘man’ is working for them. Few years later he comes back and is lankier and apart of some couples (ponds) marriage

he’s just man enough to pass at a distance but then you get closer and you’re like Ah. Okay. So. He has too many teeth, like they’re way too thin and too many and more carnivorous than humans evolved theirs. and he definitely has more than one eyelid, at least three eyelids of varying thinness that all slide shut for different situations. his pupils are slits and great in the dark but bad with too bright lights (except, you’d come to see, the lights given off by his tardis, by the time vortex, which your own never adjust to without a lingering burning pain in your retinas). he walks on the balls of his feet, you think, until you realize, no, he’s walking on his soles, it’s just that his legs are sort of bent like a dog’s. he growls and hisses and chirps at you. sometimes he forgets that time works differently for you than for him, and he’s too fast, too slow, or saying four different things at once in a way that should be impossible, like he’s fit a crowded room of experts arguing into his one mouth. the longer you’re around the doctor, the more you realize he’s not at all like you. and that’s all before he goes off and sheds his skin and comes back all new. does he regenerate more human-like from more human contact, or does his ease around the humans he does know regenerate him into something even more alien. time lords are slow chameleons, in a way (because the timeless child was good at camoflage, and perhaps had capability beyond a change of skin at death, but they’ve been confined to this and will never know now. so they are a slow chameleon, too.)

anyway. laughing my ass off at the mental image of the brigadier leaving like. reese’s pieces or something in a trail to lead the doctor into UNIT.

[bedlemboy]

More Incorrect Star Wars Quotes

Maul: I called you here because I’m in peril!

Ezra: Pft! Peril.

Maul: Don’t pft my peril! Someone’s trying to kill me! That's why I called my Apprentice!

Ezra: I’m not your apprentice, I’m your worst enemy! Get it through your head!

Maul: This kind of bickering is what makes us such an adorable couple!

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Maul: Mama, this is my apprentice, Ezra Bridger. And this is my personal assistant, Mangy Kanan.

Kanan: You can just call me Kanan, ma’am. Maul: Mangy Kanan used to be a homeless gentleman. I work with a charity that finds jobs for down-on-their-luck Jedi.

Mother Talzin: Oh, that’s sweet! He’s been so good to your people!

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Maul: I can’t help it. You’re like a son to me. A white, crispy son.

Ezra: How would that even work? Am I adopted or something?

Maul: No, your mother’s just really pale. Almost invisible. 

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Maul (escaping): Ezra, I can’t hear you through the vacuum of space! I’ll just assume you’re finally admitting to be my apprentice!

Ezra: Dammit, Maul! I will bring you to justice one day!

Maul: No you’re MY best friend! I’m so proud of us for finally being able to say it!

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Quinlan: Ventress, I know we just met, and I don't wanna be too forward. . .

Kenobi: Quinlan.

Quinlan: Sometimes you just get a feeling about a person!

Kenobi: Quinlan.

Quinlan Vos: I've got that feeling about you. I like you. I think tonight we-

Kenobi: Quinlan, look down!

Quinlan: Oh. . . shoot.

Ventress: They just gave me ten years in prison.

Kenobi: . . . She didn't say no!

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Ventress: Will you tell my sweet Mother Talzin the inspiring story about how Maul saved from being a mulch-butt hoe?

Ahsoka: . . . That is 100 percent accurate, Ma’am.

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Maul: Oh, my God, Lady Tano, are you saying what I think you're saying?!

Ahsoka: Yes. You have a copycat!

Maul: I didn't think I'd accomplished enough in my career for this!

Ahsoka: I know, it's big!

Maul: It just feels so good to be seen, you know?!

Ahsoka: Wait. The only way to catch a copycat is to team up with the original crime lord!

Maul: I'm back in the Order! Give me a lightsaber!

Quinlan Vos: Absolutely not.

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Hondo Ohnaka: Hey, who’s your boyfriend?

Ventress: Who said boyfriend? Quinlan services my needs and then shuts his pretty little mouth so I can get down to BUSINESS. Make ‘em bounce, daddy!

Quinlan: (sighs, does the pec-pop)

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Maul: Stop caressing my baby sister!

Quinlan Vos: How can I be caressing HER with MY pecs?

Maul: Look at those things! They have thumbs!

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Ventress: I am a grown woman, Maul! I. NEED. TO. SMUSH.

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Bo-Katan: I can’t believe Quinlan Vos is dating Maul’s sister. I remember when Kenobi made out with my sister, I was mad at him for ten years!

Kenobi: That was only five years ago.

Bo-Katan: And you’ve still got five left.

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Quinlan: Ventress has a ranch on Dathomir where she goes when she’s on the run. She’s there now, getting rid of the scorpions. Or adding more scorpions. I dunno, the reception was bad.

[ithseem]

this may be a bit long!

[matchup exchange for: OBEY ME]

✦ prominent personality traits: passionate (inwards, only express when some small thing im actually interested in comes up), levelheaded, contemplative (outwardly), opinionated, honest (heart on my sleeve). realistic but optimistic about it. individualistic. i am an ambivert. sometimes my mouth runs and i trip up over what i was going to say, and i’m blunt. sx/sp, not easily impressed. im a big person on wanting improvement and having ambition (mostly for myself, but i will encourage others). people think im funny so im happy about that :] i am amiable. im the type who’s better at finding solutions rather than comfort, but i certainly try the most i can for others. for bad traits, i have a hard time empathizing with people sometimes, and i’m somewhat pushy.

✦ looks fair skin, mid-length black hair, wispy middle part. i’m pretty lanky, with a beauty mark near the corner of my left eye. light academia type of dress, with hair clips. look more cute-sque.

✦ hobbies/talents: i like to read and write and listen to music and taking walks and drawing. i'm really good at explaining things in a very cohesive manner. my logic is really good, so my persuasion is extremely good too. im very efficient and creative, which i apply to many things in real life. i also have very good intuition.

thank you for this matchup exchange! dont worry, i’ll write lots for your oc too!

It seems tome you've captured the heart of...

The Prince of the Devildom

Diavolo!

On the surface level, he can respect your calm and level-headed nature. Once he gets to know you, he just falls in love with you harder. It's no secret that Diavolo is a good judge of character, and he grows to love and appreciate very facet of you.

One thing Diavolo especially likes about you is your honesty. The way your eyes light up when you speak is a sight he'll never tire of. He loves to listen about your thoughts on the subjects you're passionate about. He doesn't mind you running your tongue and stumbling over your words. In fact, this is a quirk of yours he's grown to find endearing about you. He still likes your articulacy regardless. Your logic is sound and your persuasive skills are a force to behold. You would make for a great ambassador for the Human Realm

He also likes your sense of humour so expect to joke around with him a lot.

As for your goal of self improvement, Diavolo cannot help but admire that. To quote something Leviathan (probably) said: "we stan character development." He may or may not find you to be an inspiration.

As for your bad traits, he'd be more than happy to help you manage those. He can be a bit pushy also, but he does work on that. He did learn to manage this part of himself so he can help you with this also. Empathizing with others might be something you need to work on as well. While Diavolo does appreciate solutions to his problems, he will oftentimes need a shoulder to cry on before he can tackle them.

Diavolo has a huge library full of books for you to read, as well as music records, many of which are cursed. But you are smart enough not to just touch these books or records all willy-nilly.

The Demon Lord's Castle has the best places to take walks, so he'd love to take strolls with you (of course, these walks are not limited to the castle), and Barbatos would prepare tea and snacks for you when you just want to relax

Diavolo also takes interest in your creative hobbies as well. If you ever gift him something you drew/wrote, he would be over the moon

Overall a very healthy and wholesome relationship with a lot of potential for emotional stimulation

[omgkalyppso]

WIP Whenever

It's about to be after midnight but @littleplasticrat tagged me for WIP Wednesday and I was trying to see if I'd start a new project or work on something to have more "newer" stuff to share. I did not.

I'll tag @the-eldritch-it-gay, @razrogue, @lemonbronze, @tadpole-apocalypse, @lovely-english-rose, @boghermit and YOU.

I'm sharing blocked dialogue that I have mostly shared before for my Astarion ate a bear wip. Except this time instead of just Astarion and Étoile, Shadowheart is there too (at least, I THINK the last time I shared from this wip she wasn't in it yet). The problem is. I can't think of a good / smooth transition from the one topic to another and though I've told myself it's fucking fine just write a bad transition from one topic to another, I haven't settled on a bad topic of conversation to follow this and precede Szarr family exposition and Shadowheart going to bed:

Astarion: You know, I've had this condition for two centuries, but truth be told? You were my first. Étoile: That can't be right. Astarion? Astarion: In all my years, I'd only ever fed on beasts. Étoile: And that was enough? Astarion: Well— Shadowheart: Is that so unusual? Étoile: Yes. You'd be mad if that were— Two hundred years? Your vampire lord didn't give you the dregs of their victims or even worse unfortunates? I'd assumed you'd killed people. Astarion: I can assure you I did that and worse at his order, but no. Cazador Szarr forbids his vampire spawn from drinking the blood of thinking creatures — and now I know why. It is a different thing entirely. Étoile: Astarion, forgive me, but— Imagine I said to you that I'd never had anything to drink; no milk, nor ale. That to slake my thirst I'd had to eat, and hope that the vegetables were moist, that the meat was rare … And then you'd given me water? It is a different thing. It is no small thing. I didn't offer you blood last night because I wanted to recover, but— While the offer was lightly touched upon before, even if it's just a mouthful, not to feed but to … slake that thirst? Come to me. Ask. Astarion: (full of shit) Darling, when have you known me to hesitate in taking what I want? I only confided in you because I wanted it to feel special. Étoile: (exasperated) It did. (mournfully) It does. Shadowheart: You’re a very strange elf, Étoile, but you’re an even more unusual monster, Astarion. Astarion: (irritable) I am not a monster. Shadowheart: Clearly. Monsters are creatures that people fear in darkness, and if you’ve never had a victim, well— Astarion: That isn’t what I said. Shadowheart: You should have been contributing to the monster analyses. Astarion: The what?

Étoile: What the others were talking about. Creatures they’d seen or defeated. Astarion: Oh? Oh, that’s right. I interrupted, didn’t I? And what were you two discussing? Shadowheart: Nothing. I had an old injury flair up. Étoile was telling me about others they knew with similar pain. Astarion: And what sort of pain was that, darling? Shadowheart: It doesn’t matter. It won’t affect us. I won’t let it. (finishing the bottle of wine into her and Étoile's goblets) Étoile: Shadowheart, I can’t have four glasses of wine. Shadowheart: (dismissive) We should finish it. I’ll heal you in the morning. Étoile: (reluctantly agreeable) Fine. (drinking, pause) The last adventuring party I had before the nautiloid — there were four of us, and our fighter had some nights in the guildhall where he would scream through to morning. He would push himself very hard, and sometimes that put him out of commission for weeks at a time. Shadowheart: (short) Well I’m not him, and I don’t — I don’t need your consideration. I wasn’t the reason my past group of allies fell, and if you start coddling me, I think that might be the impression. That I slipped. That I broke. (change in tone) The gith killed my allies. My survival wasn’t because of any sympathy, theirs or that of my church, it was because I am strong enough to weather all that I’m faced with. I am grateful when you help normally — but trust my judgment on this, and ignore me. Étoile: As you say. Shadowheart: And you. Do you need me to threaten you, Astarion? Astarion: (amused, half-threatening) Oh, please. Do indulge me? Shadowheart: You mock me now, but I will drive stakes into those pretty red eyes before I ever consider injuring your heart. You do not appear to heal as fast as stories of vampires tell. Is it because you’re a spawn? How many days would you suffer without your tongue? Étoile: (as a warning) Shadowheart. Astarion: (after an impressed choke) There’s no need for any of us to find out. Of course, your secret, little as I know of it, is safe with me. Shadowheart: (conflicted, mournful) For now. You can ply your charms all you like. I know that we are not friends, and I will be glad when this is over.

Étoile: Shadowheart, you remind me— I can’t help but feel for you, not because of whatever impression you think I hold of your pain, but because of how you conduct yourself. I’m sorry to have made you uncomfortable. I promise not to bring undue attention to your injury. Shadowheart: Thank you. Maybe you were right about too much wine. Astarion: Too much personal conversation, when we all have secrets we wish to keep. Étoile: There are other things to speak of than secrets. Astarion: Such as?

[scribeforchrist-blog]

He Knows My Every Side

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ 2 Chronicles 15:7 But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.”

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Psalm 139:1 O Lord, you have searched me and known me!

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

I AM KNOWN BY GOD

I AM LOVED

I AM CONTENT

I AM STRONG

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THOUGHTS:

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    Our family knows us, our friends know us, our spouses know us, but do they know everything about you? Can you say that they know every side of you? Some of us hide different sides of ourselves and only bring out some of ourselves during certain times in our different scenarios. When I was in the world, I had a bad potty mouth. I would cuss like a sailor, but when I was around my mom, I wouldn’t because I knew she wouldn’t have it, and I knew that she wasn’t going to be happy. I respected her, and so I knew that if she heard me, she would be so upset, and so I wouldn’t cuss in front of her.

   I remember the first time I cussed in front of her, and the look she gave me was unbelievable. I remember it because it was a look of hurt and disgust, and I immediately apologized to her. She said Lui, I don’t want to hear you speak like that again she didn’t because when we show different sides of ourselves to people, we usually don’t show; they are confused because they don’t expect that from us.

 We must understand that we don’t have to hide who we are around God. All we must do is show him our every side, and, no big surprise, he has seen all our sides. He knows us. He doesn’t need us to hide who we are to pretend to be something we are not. He wants us to be able to show him every side. Many people do this because they don’t understand, but God is all-knowing, and for me to hide who I am from him and around him is ridiculous because he's already seen it all. He knows us better than we know ourselves, and when we go into prayer, be complete and authentic to him and say, God, I don’t like this, or I don’t like that, and he will show you the way.

 David says in our verse today, God searches me, and he knows me, he has known me meaning past tense, which shows he created us, and he knows who we are; he knew us before we knew what we wanted and needed, and he knows what we don’t need. God knows that sometimes we will not do something because we will not. I don’t think I will like this; I didn’t think I could get past not drinking; I thought I couldn’t get past some of the things I used to do. I would say no, that’s not me, but I didn’t know how I would be , but he did, and now I am fine without a shot in the morning, a shot before bed, a shot during a day I am fine without the things I got adapted to why because I trust he knows me and knows what I need and wanted.

 Verse 2-3: You know when I sit down and when I rise; you discern my thoughts from afar. 3 You search out my path, and I am lying down and am acquainted with all my ways.

 God knows everything about us, including our thoughts. Even when we say I won't do this or go there again, I won't talk to this person again. He knows we will do the complete opposite because we are his. He searches out our path, and he knows all our days because we are his; we must stop thinking that God doesn't know he does, but that’s when surrender comes into play, surrendering to his plan for our lives and what he wants for us.

      Still, sometimes, we forget that we are created for him. My parents can always tell when I haven’t slept enough. They can tell when I'm in a mood. They can tell when I need a minute. Why? Because I am their child, they know me, and God knows us the same way he knows what we don’t need in our lives, but we have to be willing to understand he knows every side of us and that when he says we don’t need something we must learn to trust the process because when we avoid prayer time, we avoid time with him we are disconnecting from God , and just because we do that my friends doesn’t meant he knows us less.

  Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

    God knows what he has planned for our lives; we don’t see the long road, but he does; he sees what’s coming, and he’s blocking the attacks of the enemy; the enemy can’t do anymore to use then what he allows, our future is always bright in God, and everything that happens to us is a testimony for our lives. What we must understand is that it’s nothing we will ever encounter that will be new to him. What comes in and out of our lives, he already knew! Trust in his will and name, and believe he knows what’s best for you.

   ***Today, we learned that if no one knows us, many people feel they are alone and that there’s no way God could love them, and he does; he loves us so much and knows everything about us. We can feel that he doesn’t know us, but even before we sin, he knew we would, and he can give us the strength to push through when we rely on him.

 Some of us desire for the world to know us, and we desire for our loved ones to know us honestly. Still, we must understand many times as believers that people won’t get us, and they won’t understand your dedication to God. In Nahum, it tells us he knows those who take refuge in him. So, he knows us inside and out, and it might seem like he doesn’t, it might seem like he doesn’t care, but we must draw near to him daily; he doesn’t leave us, he doesn’t throw us to the side, but we do this when life is going great or when we think he’s unfair.

Still, he’s always fair, kind, and loving because he knows what’s best even when we don’t. You’ll hear people say I don’t know what I want , I don’t know what’s I need but God does, he knows what we need before it comes , but sometimes we forget he’s God! Remember this , our wants and needs are just wants and needs and they changes so much but what God wants for you wont ever change.  ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, thank you so much for everything; please continue to allow us to hear you when you speak. Lord, guide us through it all. Lord, we are so happy you know us and care about everything in our lives. Lord, today we learned you have plans for us, for us to prosper, and for hope. Lord, we ask you to give us wisdom and knowledge as we go through our day. Forgive us for things we have done, forgive us for not being mindful of your presence that surrounds us; we thank you for being merciful; in Jesus Name, Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ Nahum 1:7 The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble; he knows those who take refuge in him

 

+ Psalm 139:16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

 

+Exodus 33:17 And the Lord said to Moses, “This very thing that you have spoken I will do, for you have found favor in my sight, and I know you by name.”

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 19

1 Thessalonians 5

Deuteronomy 23

Jeremiah 39

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[hannibalzero]

you have an abo charthur fic on ao3 that I've been following and liking, do you think you'd ever do one for a different rdr2 pairing? & what're your headcanons for some of characters

So far nothing is planned, I like Dutch/Hosea. Arthur/John isn’t bad ether. It would be fun to write about Duke and Hosea raising Arthur. At the moment I am only half way (if that) through the game. So my pairing will probably grown more in time.

Headcanons I have a few.

Hosea is a infertile omega, his mating bond was broken with Dutch when Molly joined. Hosea is still heartbroken but works with Dutch, it’s the only thing he really knows how to do. Hosea did most of the child raising when it came to Arthur and John.

Dutch is a alpha (big shock I know) mated Hosea when they were both young. Said he never wanted a family, the gang was all that matters. Changed his mind when Molly came around. Dutch is always looking for bigger and better, the next job, the next camp, next lover. Not a great parent but thought the boys how to ride a horse and have a taste in music.

Micha is a beta through and through but wants to be the biggest alpha in the gang. His word is law and wants everyone to know it. Has a thing for sunflower seeds constantly chewing them and spitting them everywhere. He see omegas as objects and doesn’t want to hear anything else. He smells horrible too, thinks his natural smell is way heather than washing.

Bill, he is a alpha. Well kinda. While in the civil war there was some kind of accident that made it so he couldn’t have sex. It’s why Tilly teases him about being half a man. Bill is oddly progressive, thinks women and omegas should vote. Giving him a chance he is great around kids and can make anyone his friend. He does like to drink but knows his limit.

Molly is a prized omega in society, she is female and beautiful. Knows when to keep her mouth shut and how to get Dutch into a good mood. It isn’t easy but she knows her job well. Molly has been using a syringe full of water to wash out any pups Dutch tries to place on her. She’s in it for the adventure and the respect. Not for the man.

Tilly is a beta, she’s a great singer when she wants to be. Has a soft spot for the stories Mary-Beth writes, she’s really good at preparing medicine and making homemade wine from peaches.

Mary-Beth is a omega, she milks it for all it’s worth. Men/alphas do just about anything when she bats her eyelashes and pushes her tits up. She uses her characters when holding up banks and damn it’s almost believable. Though she still dreams to settle down with a fine alpha and little house. Some dreams never die.

Karen Jones no one really knows what’s going on with her. She loves her booze, loves being a trigger happy women. This is the life she wants and who can tell her no?

Person is a beta, doesn’t want to settle down but doesn’t have the heart to tell his elderly aunt that he won’t be marrying. He’s married to his work, loves cooking and just the freedom of the gang. He does trade some spicy letters with some unknown man a few states away.

Swanson is castrated, giving up his secondary gender for the lord. He’s retreated it ever since, that’s when the booze and morphine came into his life. His one true love.

Uncle is a alpha. used to be the gangs enforcer, in his prime he was just as bad as low honor Arthur. When he hit forty he hurt his knee, used booze to self medicate and now he’s the entertainment. Though he still thinks back about the omega he let get away, sometimes he sees him in his drunken gaze. Uncle wants to go to him but not yet, the gang still needs him. He thinks.

Sean is a beta, not looking to settle down just yet. He’s hardly 20 and wants to sow some wild oats, he’s into alpha women. Tall, strong, amazing alpha women. He wants to hug her and have his head in her chest, the man can dream.

Josiah is a alpha but he’s a alpha sexual and exclusive to men only. Not that he doesn’t like the female form or a male omega. Nothing makes him happier when there’s someone he can work on, a change and alphas are so handsome. He had men in every town to spoil him ❤️

Abigail is a beta, she joined the gang for fun and adventure. Fooled around with the men, caught feelings for John when she got pregnant. It was like a switch was flipped from a wild women shirtless howling at the moon to a prim and proper lady. She’s over protective of Jack and is trying her best to make John settle down.

John is a alpha, really cocky and has the best nose out to the group. Yes Jack is his but John feels like he can’t be a good father or man. Muchless an alpha, he loves jack and Abigail but they scare the shit outta him. He wants to be an alpha like high honor Arthur, even if it burns his ass that Arthur is a omega.

Javier another alpha, he is still homesick for Mexico. Sometimes he talks Pearson into letting him cook, sharing the food of his homeland with the gang. He plays guitar and knits when no one is looking.

Lenny is a beta, smart as can be. He believes knowledge is true power, he has a strong relationship with Hosea and Arthur. He’s been with the gang since he was a teenager, he misses Jenny to this day.

Charles is a alpha, but he keeps quite about it. He has never been with a group of people who just doesn’t care about race? Charles hardly believes it’s real himself, he likes to work leather and maybe carving wood. He has to keep reminding Arthur to stop spoiling the horses. He is losing the battle with Arthur on this.

Arthur is a omega, always has been. Has a taste in both men and women. Arthur hides his secondary gender as a way to protect himself, he washes a lot. Using hair pomade with a thick scent to hide his own scent. Arthur leaves before his heats and hides in a omega house, if you pay the mama she’ll keep you safe. Hosea, Dutch, Uncle and John know what he truly is. After Arthur had his first child at thirteen, Dutch gave Arthur a order to keep his damn legs closed…and he has. He loved Mary but that wasn’t real love, Arthur has feelings for Charles but he’s trying to ignore that.

(yo I have updated this! 1/11/24)