#she’s a little confused but has the spirit

[wifes-xxx]

The Crown of a Nubile Spirit

Breathing with me moment and allow your mind to drift to a quiet place—a place where thoughts flow like a gentle river, where each word brings peace, each image a sense of wonder. Now, imagine a young woman, vibrant and filled with life, radiating a warmth that reaches deep into the heart. She holds a certain mystery, a youthful spirit, a nubile essence that dances and glows with boundless energy. This energy…is captivating. This energy…is enchanting.

And as you imagine her, you may notice how her spirit has a way of inspiring those around her. Think of her husband, her companion, the one who cherishes her as she is. See how her presence wraps him in a comfort, a gentle pride that lifts his heart. For this spirit she holds, this nubile character, is not just charm—it is a crown, an invisible crown, placed lovingly upon his life. She glistened under his gaze.

Now, imagine that this crown is no mere ornament. It’s woven from her laughter, from her warmth, from the grace with which she carries herself. Every smile, every kind word, every moment of tender love shapes this crown, making it gleam with a light that belongs only to them. Picture how her vibrancy brings out the best in him, a reminder of life’s ripe beauty, a spark of joy that draws him forward. This crown, this gift of her nubile spirit, her sensuality is something that strengthens him, something he treasures deeply, even if he never speaks of it aloud. His eyes roaming revealing his thoughts of appreciation for her form and beauty.

Let yourself drift a little deeper, thinking of the way her spirit flows like a river of life through their days. Her energy gives him courage, her laughter softens his burdens, her warmth fills his heart with purpose. This is no ordinary bond—no, it is a shared journey, a dance of passion and desire, an unbreakable connection. For she is his crown, his pride, his reason to rise and get hard each day with a quiet, steady strength.

And as you feel yourself listening, you may sense a simple truth—that a wife of nubile character, a woman full of life, love, and light, is not just a partner. She is the heart of the home, the spark of life, the crown that he holds with reverence. Her spirit is his honor, her love his shelter, and her essence his endless joy.

With this thought resting softly in your mind, take a deep breath…and feel the beauty of such a bond. For she is his crown, his light, his treasure beyond words. And this bond, born from a nubile spirit, is more precious than gold, more enduring than time.

And he takes her fully into his embrace.

——///——

Yes, very possible that translations between “noble” and “nubile” could be confused, particularly when working with ancient languages like Hebrew, where context and interpretation play a significant role.

In ancient Hebrew, the word often translated as noble in the context of a “wife of noble character” (from Proverbs 31:10, for instance) is chayil (חַיִל), which conveys strength, virtue, and valor. This term can describe a woman of integrity and inner strength, respected and honored for her character. Chayil is also used elsewhere in the Old Testament to refer to valor or might, underscoring a sense of admirable quality or strength.

The term nubile, on the other hand, generally refers to physical maturity or readiness for marriage, often implying youthfulness and fertility. Hebrew direct equivalent for “nubile,” as a but a young, marriageable woman might be referred to with terms like na’arbah (נַעֲרָה), meaning “ripe young woman” or “ sensual maiden,” or almah (עַלְמָה), meaning “shapely young woman” with implications of potential marriageability.

Given the nuances of these terms, it’s easy to see how noble and nubile could be misinterpreted, especially in translation. While chayil emphasizes character and virtue, a skilled translation or cultural might shift focus to feminine sensual qualities (associated with nubile) rather than inner strength (associated with noble). This is especially relevant when moving between languages with different cultural values surrounding words for virtue, strength, femininity and sensual expression.

[sockdooe]

Smile :D!!

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: How was your day?

Angel: Good.

Husk: Really?

Angel: Don't make me lie twice.

[spiderin-space]

Fluff to cure the soul, in the face of oncoming angst….

[ii-thelightseekers]

You guys know a Microphone? :3

🧪- whoever they are they sound insufferable

🪭- no?

💡- I mean- if your talking about the tiny microphones Cobs used to announce

They don’t appreciate being called that

🗄️-no

[incorrectbarbie]

Barbie: Do you see me as a father figure, Sasha?

Sasha: No. If anything I see you as a bother figure because you’re always bothering me.

[avionvadion]

Inuyasha’s character development towards saving strangers has my heart in a choke hold oh my gods.

Early Inuyasha: “Ugh, how come I’m always stuck saving people!? There aren’t even any jewel shards here!”

Late Inuyasha: “It’s too dangerous for you to be out here. You should go home, where it’s safe and warm.”

LIKE BABY BOOOOOYYYYYYYYY MY SON LOOK AT HOW MATURE YOU’VE GOTTEN ALSJSKSKSK SANGO AND MIROKU HAVE RAISED YOU SO WELL MY PRECIOUS DOG CHILD

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Friday

Based on the concepts of both "Rift Apart set a precedent for alternate gender dimensional counterparts" and "what if in Meddling Mar Damas had recognized Mar immediately" we have today's prompt: Mirror Mar.

The little girl sat propped up on a reed mat beside the water, still flushed. Her brother still lay motionless on the mat beside her, nowhere near waking. As Damas watched from the dais, the girl traced her fingers over the boy's scarred arms, and an alarmed look crossed her face. Poor sprout. The brother had doubtless been hiding his injuries from her.

"Do not wake him," Seem cautioned gently, removing the child’s hand. "The eco must repair his organs or he will die."

It was the plain and unvarnished truth, but the girl burst into tears. Seem cringed, seeming unusually uncertain. They were knowledgeable about many things, but children were not among those topics. With a slightly exasperated huff, Damas left his throne and stepped across the stones. He knelt beside the pallets and forced himself to take the girl -- not Mar, it was just a freak coincidence -- by the hand.

"Come. Let him sleep. He will recover, child." He nodded to the scars. "Look: he is a fighter."

"But they're on the wrong side!" The girl burst into emphatic signs. "Wrong arm! Everything is backwards on this side of the Rift Gate!"

"Rift Gate?" Seem asked, their ruby eyes alight with interest, "You found a working Rift Gate, little one?"

"The last one!" The girl wiped her eyes, but her hiccups persisted. "Uncle Sig’s eye is on the wrong side, Jakky's scars are on the wrong side- and Jakky is a boy! Am I gonna be a boy when I grow up?!"

The adults exchanged bewildered glances. Tentatively, Damas extended a finger to brush away tears from round cheeks. Gods, she even had freckles like Mar, just on the opposite side of her-

"Little one," Seem said with stifled amusement, "Why would your brother’s gender have anything to do with yours? That's...really not how that works. You'll grow up to be you, not him."

"But except he's not my brother, he's me!" The child protested, "The sage said so! Except Jakky wasn't a boy when I went in the Rift and now all the scars are on the wrong side!" The girl twisted her green curls in her hands repeatedly, breathing quickening. "When did that happen? Are all my freckles gonna change places? I don't want my freckles to move! Why is everything the other way around?!"

Damas felt bile creep up his throat.

The backwards amulet around the girl's neck.

The shared features.

Gods, no.

He looked to the boy, eyes falling as if by instinct on a trio of freckles against the left side of his jaw.

The bile climbed higher.

It wasn't possible. It wasn't possible.

He'd heard legends of Rift Gates, but there was never anything in the old texts about this.

"What-"

His voice failed him. His hands shook.

"What is your name?"

The child looked stricken, and her tears began anew.

"You don't remember me? Are you all out of place now too, Daddy?"

Seem recoiled in shock, and Damas collapsed from his crouch to his knees.

No, no that would mean they were both- Please, no-!

What had the Precursors done? Who was the boy, then, if the girl swore they'd once been the same person? What had these children suffered?

"Mar?" he whispered in a shaking voice, "In your world, on your side of the Rift Gate, were you Mar?"

"Uh-sniff!-huh."

"Then...my Mar is...with your elder self?"

"Oh...I guess so." This Other Mar, a bit too old -- but not near as old as the boy on the other pallet -- looked pleadingly at him. "My Jakky is still in the Gate? I don't have to be a he and move all my freckles if I don't wanna?"

"I...would assume that is what happened, given...given your amulet," Damas faintly heard himself choke out, as if at a great distance.

The child, this Mar from another world, somehow managed to look even more crestfallen. "Then...that's your Jakky, right? You're...not my daddy...are you?"

Instinct took over. Damas swept little Mar into his arms, and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

"No, little viper," he croaked, "I am sorry, I do not know if I had a daughter before today. I do not know if you differ from the child I remember. My Mar was...was two when last I saw him, much would have changed regardless."

"I'm six now." Mar hiccuped and held up the number on her fingers. "I'm not a baby anymore."

"I...see that."

"And I like slingshots and bugs and baby animals and coloring. But I don't like dark eco, only Jakky has to use it because all- all his eco got all jumbled up." Mar squeezed closer to Damas. "Jak said he wouldn't let me get dark eco. I don't wanna get dark eco."

Seem looked from this older Mar to the teenaged boy fighting for his life on the mat. A future version of Mar? It couldn't be true, they didn't want to believe it! This boy reeked of dark eco, while the child practically dazzled with unshaped prism potential. Surely no child of the House of Mar would stoop low enough to partake of dark eco!

Unless...

Seem eyed the scars again, and in spite of themself their hand rose to cover their throat almost protectively.

Unless Mar had not been a willing participant.

Damas followed Seem's gaze, and his stomach turned. Two Mars, both years older than they should have been. Alone, battered, collapsed in the desert- Had they been trying to get home? Had Mar been fighting to come back to him all this time?

Two Mars. A son and a daughter. A blessing, a miracle and yet- what had the Precursors put his child through? What were these scars, even on the little one?

Damas looked to the boy, motionless beside the orange...thing...he'd been found with, and he swallowed hard.

"Mar," he whispered, "Tell me everything."

___________BONUS__________________

When the boy called Jak finally awoke, he didn't remember the room he was in, just as Mar had warned. Nor did he seem to be particularly happy that Mar had given away any information whatsoever.

"Mar!" he rasped, "You can't just tell strangers your name! We've talked about this!"

"You're not the boss of me!" Mar retorted almost gleefully.

The boy pushed himself upright to point at her. "Uh, yes I am? I literally am the boss of you by default, kid."

"That's not what Daddy says!"

Jak lurched forward as Daxter coughed water all over them both.

"Who?!"

[drewtanakagf]

sticker-punch luck!

☆ For @drewtanakaweek Day Seven: Adult Life, Free Choice, Backstory

“They make cookie dough ice cream without the cookie dough apparently.”  “I just woke up. And it's just vanilla.”

ON DYING AND BEING BORN ANEW BY YOUR OWN BLOODIED HANDS

words: 1,525

[vieramars]

My mom has gone full circle into accidentally misgendering cis people. This would be a little bit funny if she could gender nonbinary people correctly.

[aluminia]

Apparently my aunt is a fan of the Venom movies and now that she knows I love them wants to go to the cinema together in October

[itwoodbeprefect]

in photo finish when hutch is present for reasons that are beyond any normal person’s comprehension while starsky and his date are buying a suit for starsky for, uh, their date that night, and then starsky’s date keeps being like, come on hutch, i wish you’d reconsider (meaning she invited him at least once before) and come with us! the woman you met outside my office will be there! and at first hutch is like, that does not ring a bell, before he switches to VERY intense staring at nothing and goes, “the one with the legs!” and “the one with the eyes”... gay. like, literally one step up (if that) from raymond holt pretending to be straight. (she was such a strong, female woman!) one has to wonder if any bell has rung for him at all or if he’s just naming body parts you can be somewhat sure that most people you meet have at least one of.

[atticinthecafe]

Y'all know the thieves would hangout and listen to obnoxious feel good music and just vibe and hype each other up.

[obstinatecondolement]

My boss was telling me today about one of her brothers (straight and a conspiracy theory prone provocateur) had gotten in a row with her other brother (gay cis guy) by posting a meme of a blue bin that was captioned 'I identify as a green bin.' She elaborated on the fight by saying, "So, obviously [her brother's name] is gay, but also it upset him, because his best friend is... I think she might call herself a they? But, anyway, she was born a man and they're very close."

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Going out with my family for my grandma’s bday dinner 🖤❤️‍🔥

[galaxy-fleur]

OC Profile Case 01: Natasha Stakh

Additional info:

Age (at the time of first appearance): 23.

Height: 158 cm.

Affiliation: DSO.

Appearances: RE2, Damnation, RE6, Vendetta, Death Island.

Strengths and skills: Specializes in melee weapon close quarters combat and wilderness survival, bilingual, high natural charisma, empathetic.

Flaws and weaknesses: Lacks in brawn needed for direct hand-to-hand combat and can be overpowered when left without a weapon, low self-confidence, avoidant.

Relationships:

Romantic connection: Leon Kennedy, (former) Chaewon Lee.

Closest friends: Chris Redfield, William Roy, Helena Harper.

On good terms: Aruna Wella, Ingrid Hunnigan, Claire Redfield, Sherry Birkin, Rebecca Chambers, David Newman.

Acquaintances: Chaewon Lee, Ada Wong, Jill Valentine.

Dislike/negative relationship: Jack Krauser, Wendy Lloyd.

Quick summary:

- Natasha is one of the lucky survivors of the Racoon City outbreak. She ventured into the city after having her car break down, only to stumble into a pure nightmare. By pure chance arrived into the city just a couple of hours before the arrival of Leon Kennedy and Claire Redfield.

- She met up with Leon near the entrance to the Police Station, keeping low and trying to figure out her next course of action up until that point. From then on, she accompanied him through his exploration of the abandoned station, for safety sake. While she's no police officer, she's oddly braver when she has someone else to worry about other than herself. Despite Leon's insistence on protecting her, she goes out of her way to be helpful in whatever way possible.

- She got crucially wounded after being separated from Leon and Ada and was presumed dead by Leon for a short period of time.

- She got rescued by William Roy and Carlos Oliveira, who happened to stumble upon her by pure chance in the days spent searching for a cure for Jill. She survived her injuries thanks to William's medical knowledge, and has felt indebted to him ever since. She left Racoon City before its bombing on the same chopper that Jill, Carlos and William did.

- Natasha has been trained alongside Leon, but has not been recognized for her skills quite as quickly. While a good learner and a quick thinker, she lacked the resolve needed to perfect her skills in combat, her small stature not helping her case much, either. She had a very strained relationship with Krauser, where neither of them have ever come to an understanding. Nevertheless, her exceptional wielding of melee weapons can be traced back to his teachings.

- Her and Leon had a very rocky relationship throughout their training. Having failed to save her back in Racoon City and apparently unknowingly leaving her to die when she could still be helped, Leon felt as if he failed to keep her safe twice. He never liked her choosing to pursue this life when she should have just returned to her old peaceful one instead. And seeing her so often just made these feelings of guilt and self-inflicted anger worse, thus pushing him away even further.

- Natasha comes in contact with and eventually forms a romantic relationship with Chaewon Lee a year into her training. Feeling pretty isolated all around, Chaewon offers her not only moral comfort and encouragement, but also some additional help in training. It's through this connection, does Natasha start to gain self-confidence and perfect her skills. Even though this relationship only lasted for two years due to their obligations getting in the way, neither party holds any ill feelings for each other. Although their interactions, are a bit awkward.

- Her and Leon slowly reconcile their relationship and start anew after he rescues Ashley Graham and lets go of the majority of his guilt for what happened in Racoon City. From then on, they end up working side by side on multiple assignments, their bond naturally strengthening with each one.

- She's the reason Leon stays behind in Damnation. By the time she appears again in a canon title, they have become good friends and trusted colleagues with each other. Being sent out to her home country, she's the main driving force behind wanting to get to the bottom of things.

- Natasha accompanies Leon and Helena for the entirety of Leon's campaign in RE6. Leon comes to realize his feelings for her as a conclusion to his campaign, although he doesn't act upon it just yet. Not outwardly.

- In the year between RE6 and Vendetta, Natasha ends up working closely with BSAA on a couple of cases and forms a close friendship with Chris Redfield. Just before Vendetta takes place, she receives an offer to transfer over to BSAA under the recommendation of Chris Redfield himself, coming into Vendetta feeling unsure and doubtful on what she should do.

- Natasha comes to realize her feelings for Leon as a conclusion to the events in Vendetta. She also chooses to stay in the DSO to remain by his side and no other reason, though she doesn't tell Leon that. He is not aware that she was given an offer of transfer in the first place.

- Leon and Natasha get together as a couple a few months before Death Island takes place. This happens during his recovery, as they both end up confessing things to one another: Natasha being the main reason Leon didn't follow Ada after Derek Simmons' death, and Leon being the main reason Natasha didn't accept the offer of transfer.

Trivia:

- Natasha has a big passion for cooking, and she would have pursued a culinary career in an alternate universe without bioterrorism. Coming from a poor background, cooking food is one of her primary ways of showing care and affection for those she cares about. Bringing homemade snacks and lunches is something she does for her coworkers on the regular.

- She watched over Helena closely after the events of RE6 and helped her a great deal with coming to terms with her involvement in the Tall Oaks incident. Helena views her as something of a mentor figure.

- She's one of the few people who genuinely finds Leon's sense of humor funny. Not even in an ironic sense. His quips and one-liners will have her giggling and snorting while everyone in the room rolls their eyes. Unfortunately, he rubs off on her, and by the time of RE6, she starts cracking a few one-liners here and there, too. They are just as terrible, if not worse.

- She has a somewhat petite body shape due to her aforementioned poor background, as she grew up into adulthood chronically malnourished. Her relatively short height doesn't help with her looking kinda tiny, especially among her peers. But she learns to use it to her advantage in combat.

- Natasha has no ill feelings towards Ada, even expressing a desire to understand her. Although she never gets the chance to do so. She even encouraged Leon to go after her if that's what he wants at the end of RE6.

- Wears her hair in a braid for most of her appearances. Occasionally lets it down when not on duty. Her hair is long enough to reach her tailbone when down, and while a bit inconvenient, bears a sentimental value to her, since it reminds her of her mother, who always wanted her to grow out her hair one day.

Nicknames:

- Tasha (by Leon).

- Nat (by Chris and Chaewon).

- little dove (by Ada).

Miscellaneous:

- Natasha/Leon Playlist

1 - by @\thatpyramidthing <3

2 - Picrew Link

3 - by me

4 - Picrew Link

Picrew used for the main pic - Here!