#stregnth-is-my-beauty

[canonsinthehead]

love ur random village headcanons!! what do you think is the beauty standard in the villages? for girls & boys

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Naruto Headcanons - Beauty Standards in Different Villages.

BEFORE WE START, i wanna remind the fact that not fitting these description doesnt make you ugly. It is what is considered ideal based on the village's cultural norms, history, social norms and etc.

KONOHA:

Because of the founders Hashimara & Madara's traits, like blonde hair or other flashy colors (except red) are perceived as uncommon/strange.

Over time, the standard switched from Hashirama features to Madara's.

Ironically, Konoha pumps out the most plastic surgeons than any surgeons than any other nations. Most of them operate outside the Country of Fire.

STANDARD FOR KONOHA MEN:

In the past, long hair in men was admired and desired as it signified you live long enough for them to grow. Wow! you made it this long, you must be strong but this ideal is lost as the preference shifted towards shorter haircuts.

Long slim face

High nose bridge and long nose

SOMEONE FITTING THE MALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

(obviously, Sasuke Uchiha & Minato Namikaze)

OTHER CHARACTERS FITTING THE MALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Yuji Itadori (Jujutsu Kaisen) & Kang Dahyeok (Killer Crush)

STANDARD FOR KONOHA WOMEN:

Same here, Having long hair has always been perceived as the pinnacle of female beauty. those who cut their hair short or never grow their strands past shoulder-length often get bullied.

Delicate Hands

Round Eyes

Oval Face Shape

PALE SKIN (applies to everybody), as crazy as it sounds, Konoha & Kiri are nations where social status bumps up your attractiveness but let's be real for a minute. The Hyuugas & Uchihas are upheld to such a high pedestal for their social status AND adherence to the beauty standard (pale + oval face + slim long nose)

Also if you have something with your eyes (whatever it is), it's perceived as a positive since special ocular appearances is associated with great physical stregnth.

Along with all the features previously mentioned, if you have a (face + spirit) that shines like the sun or burns like an unstoppable fire, it is considered very attractive on both genders.

SOMEONE FITTING THE FEMALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Ino Yamanaka & Mito Uzumaki

OTHER CHARACTERS FITTING THE FEMALE STANDARD:

Tohru Honda (Fruits Basket) & Shirley Fenette (Code Geass)

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IWA:

STANDARD FOR IWA MEN:

Being larger is seen as a positive. it is believed that a thicker male body proves it is wealthy and well-fed. On the other side of this, skinny shaming among men is crazyyyyyyy (they don't want to leave Deidara alone). Not all men are bigger or thicker but there's high chances you'll get look down upon for being "too skinny".

if you look like you can't carry a bag of rocks, you don't fit the standard. there's a saying mentioning the need to be "build like a rock" and how its a measure of men's value based on appearance

Larger nose are liked on men, in other nanations (excluding Kumo) would cut you off the beauty strandard by this feature alone

"You need to eat more." "You look like a twig"

facial hair

SOMEONE FITTING THE MALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Monga

OTHER CHARACTERS FITTING THE MALE STANDARD:

Dalton (One Piece) & Genjirou Tanigaki (Golden Kamuy)

STANDARD FOR IWA WOMEN:

The athletic slim built has always been the standard along with being tall since the average female height is the highest in the world

the perfect combo is perceived to be slim built + long legs.

due to the influence of the massive adult/corn industry, large breasts became valued in women and made their way to the beauty standard.

breast augmentation surgery is a huge and profitable industry but most of the surgeons performing it come from the counrty of fire.

going with the element associated with each village (in this case stone), earth tones colors are seen as more attractive.

SOMEONE FITTING THE FEMALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Iwa Kunoichi

OTHER CHARACTERS FITTING THE FEMALE STANDARD:

Nico Robin (One Piece) & Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter (Sailor Moon)

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KUMO:

Clear and bright skin, no matter the skin tone.

Yes, Darker skin tones are heavely celebrated are seen as a sign of health and vigority. It is the only nation to consider this feature in its beauty standards modeled after the bloodline of the Raikage. It lead to the prevelence of tanning salons all over the country

in case you don't have it, it's still fine since Kumo is very considered of its diversity. But if you dont, please have clear skin since acne and pimples is frown upon on both genders especially among adults

Kumo has something for pale hair, the hair dye industry is huge over there.

STANDARD FOR KUMO MEN:

it may sound weird but a neat hairline. Also if you start balding, you might as well shave your whole head before being sent to bullying jail.

Strong legs are seen as the peak of mobility and aesthetic for men.

slightly longer faces

SOMEONE FITTING THE MALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Karai, C & Raikage (for his immaculate physique and the standard for older men)

OTHER CHARACTERS FITTING THE MALE STANDARD:

Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen) & Aomine Daiki (Kuroko no Basket)

STANDARD FOR KUMO WOMEN

Curvier bodies (Coke bottle body shape) are upheld as the peak of the female beauty standard. hence why Karui was mocked for being slim and small chested. for this very reason, Kumo is the Lipposuction captial of the world.

plump/bigger lips

Winged Doe eyes

SOMEONE FITTING THE FEMALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Karui & Mabui.

OTHER CHARACTERS FITTING THE FEMALE STANDARD:

Alex Benedetto (GANGSTA), Yoruichi Shihouin (Bleach) & Balalaika (Black Lagoon)

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KIRI

for centuries, just being of a higher caster could carry you to higher levels of physical attractiveness

STANDARD FOR KIRI MEN:

Shark teeth are a sign of great beauty in men for various ethnicites trough out the country of Water. It signifies resistance and tenacity as many past regimes attemped to supress/breed out this physical trait. Some men shave their own teeth to achieve this look.

Small firece eyes

Short Dark hair

A large and muscular back

Being Tall, by average male residents are the tallest in the world but the out of reach ideal sits around 190-195 cm. Men this height were prime picks for millitary and guerillas trough out Kiri's history, now most of them this height are affiliated with criminal behaviour but aknowdledge for the physical strenght a body this big can offer.

(NSFW) A large schlong. it is a feature more present among the lower caste demography and has been demonized by Yagura's regime as a mean to dehumanize this male population. Ironically, according to many traditions it is perceive as a sign of fretility and often goes hand-in-hand with the height.

it is only recently that "softer" features made their way into the male beauty standard

SOMEONE FITTING THE MALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Kimimaro & Zabuza Momochi

OTHER CHARACTERS FITTING THE MALE STANDARD:

Kuroko Tetsuya & Kagami Taiga (Kuroko no Basket), both fit the Kiri modern beauty standard (if you ignore Kuroko's height)

According to the most popularized/old school/traditional beauty standard than it would be: Guts (Berserk) & Gyomei Himejima (Demon Slayer)

STANDARD FOR KIRI WOMEN:

Feline/Siren like eyes

Brown or Black Hair

For the longest, curvier bodies were associated with prostitutes belonging to gang or the mobster's female counterpart. The standard have always been average built for women. It goes along why many found Sera very vulgar when she started her carrer. They associated her appearance with women of lower caste.

SOMEONE FITTING THE FEMALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Suiren

OTHER CHARACTERS FITTING THE FEMALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Yomi Isayama (Ga-Rei Zero)

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SUNA:

While facial markings/paintings are related to your family/clan/lineage, they are perceived as a great sign of beauty in men and women

head coverings are used for all types of reasons but are well regarded for both genders since it represent the ultimate form of modesty

Unfortunately, Suna has to be the most fatphobic nation out there as bigger people seen as unfit for (basic) survival in a desertic country

STANDARD FOR SUNA MEN:

Since Gaara became Kazekage, Red Hair became a sign of beauty and success regardless of being a rare trait in the Country of Wind. It is ironic since it has been a feature many people have gotten severely bullied for in the past (Gaara was when he was a child).

Slight Tan/Olive Skin

SOMEONE FITTING THE MALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Gaara/Sasori & Shira

OTHER CHARACTERS FITTING THE MALE STANDARD:

Shanks (One Piece)

STANDARD FOR SUNA WOMEN:

Thick Eyebrows

you can see some of the most dramatic make ups in Suna (the golden highlights+ full eyeshadow+ contour). it goes the opposite way of other nations since the clothes designs are more simplistic and stays away from anthing considered too flashy. So makeup operates as a for of self-expression without standing out too much.

small chest

brown hair

SOMEONE FITTING THE FEMALE BEAUTY STANDARD:

Maki

OTHER CHARACTERS FITTING THE FEMALE STANDARD:

Cana (Fairy Tail) & San (Princess Mononoke)

[asystolearchives]

Liric and Quinn - A choked enemy

Liric had narrowly survived the trap she'd encountered from Quinn. If the Twoleg hadn't of saved her, she wouldn't of. Quinn had ran after her, trying to accuse her of stealing resources and supplies from the Brabblefern territory, where she had just been looking for her large cane toad familiar, Hieff. But now, the only daughter to the head of the Lotusfeet family, was back on her own. She'd stayed low- making sure to keep herself as small as she could once she got back home.

And oh, how her dear father was relieved. Though the bruising lasted for several days around her chest from being resuscitated- Liric wasted no time in her recovery. And she was soon back to doing what she loved, and had even found that Hieff had made his way home. She was very thankful for that.

The days came by slowly, mostly spending time crafting around her gentle home, making decorations out of sticks and acorn husks. But she'd ran out of pigment. Determined, and set to get more, the small fairy left her home with her gathering basket and began to search her land for any kind of brightly colored flower.

And after picking a few- that's when she heard it. The distant sounds of strangling- or choking. She couldn't tell what it was, but realized by the trees that she was close to Brabblefern territory. A shiver ran down her back, her small dragon-like wings slowly letting her land, her pointed tail swishing nervously as she listened more carefully.

She could hear it now clear as day. That was choking. Fearful of it being a member of her tribe, she called out.

"Out there! Are you okay?" She questioned loudly as she looked around- and heard the familiar sound of wings flapping towards her. With one look, she saw Quinn's figure. The swirls within her skin, the way her dreads jingled slightly due to the decorations in them- it was her alright. There was no doubt about it. Liric tried to hold back her fear, but all of that changed when the fairy came crashing down beside her, stumbling. She could see the red hues to her normally pale grey skin, and dropped her small basket of flowers as she rushed over cautiously.

"O-Oh my! Quinn, please- let me help, I'll help you!" She cried out, not knowing where this sudden compassion was coming from- part of her deep down wanted to let Quinn choke, for them to always be safe- but Quinn was already using one of her hands to try and beat over her chest to try and dislodge the object. There was no time for those kinds of thoughts!

Liric quickly moved behind Quinn's heaving frame, pulling her hands behind the other woman, never quite noticing how tone she was- before moving a fist right above her navel, the other one overlapping it as she thrust inwards, earning a small 'hyrk!' as a response.

"Oh, come on! Try to cough it's okay!" She tried to assure- and once again, pulled back hard enough to make Quinn stumble on her feet as she clawed at her throat helplessly. Again, pulling in with all of her stregnth- she thrust again, but this time felt a bit of resistance as her wings twitched.

She was falling unconscious. "Oh… crap!" Liric cried as she moved her hands up quickly to catch Quinn, moving her onto her back, allowing her own webbed wings to spread out against the cool ground- but Liric didn't want to waste any time. She quickly straddled Quinn's hips, their bare bodies shifting like puzzle pieces into each other momentarily before she moved her interlocked hands down- thrusting against her stomach, upwards.

"One!… Two… Three--.. Come on! Come on breathe!" She begged Quinn, noticing the glaze of her eyes as her features became more distant. Liric moved quickly to shove her head down against the larger chest of Quinn, hearing the desperate 'lub-dub! lub-dub!' of her overworked heart trying to stay beating without oxygen.

She'd never noticed just how beautiful Quinn was before- but didn't let the thought linger far before raising back up, interlocking her hands again above her navel before thrusting harshly into her ribcage. Again, and again- as Quinn's head lolled over to the side, mouth agape but nothing escaping. Five quick thrusts and she was climbing up nervously, opening up Quinn's mouth and peering on inside.

She could almost see it… One hand moved to rub against Quinn's throat, and met a satisfying 'glurk!' as it suddenly lost it's suction in her throat, gasping with happiness as she quickly thrust two fingers into her near cold mouth and hooked her fingers on the obstruction, maneuvering it out with minimal effort. It was a half-chewed piece of some kind of edible plant.

"O-Oh okay! Okay breathe!" Liric commanded as she moved to rub and pat Quinn's cheeks, but the coldness seeping into her skin made Liric confused as she backed up, quickly moving to press her ear against the fairy's chest.

Nothing…

"Oh no!" She cried out in realization before moving to the side of her frame, interlocking her hands over the fairy's chest, squaring right in between her nipples before thrusting down. The amount of resistance almost made her sick to her stomach as she realized just how much force was needed to get proper depth- but she squared away her shoulders again, taking a deep breath in before thrusting down again.

'huh! huh! huhhuhhuhuhuh-' Began Quinn's frame as Liric set her pace for compressions, her ribs flaring with each methodical thump into her failed heart. "fourteen- fifteen!" Liric cut it short, moving down to pinch Quinn's nose and slam her lips up against the once-enemies. Part of her wondered if they would even be enemies past this point… But she didn't let that stop her, as she slowly pushed in air- the amount rushing in to fill Quinn's slack cheeks, traveling down her throat and expanding it before making it into her lungs, allowing her chest to fully rise before pulling back- and again. Before her hands were met right in the center again.

"One, two, three, four, five!" She began to call out as she willed the heart to respond to her touch- but after a few rounds, and the exhaustion that was setting in- Liric was becoming desperate. She moved over Quinn's hips to start delivering deeper compressions that rocked her entire frame with each thrust- before, in desperation, Liric held her fists tightly before slamming down into Quinn's chest with a precordial thump.

Quinn's entire frame shifted before she suddenly gasped, wings fluttering under her uncomfortably- her eyes shooting open to see Liric. It wasn't but a few seconds before Quinn was shifting from under her- and suddenly flying off, though a bit uncoordinated, she escaped fast without even as much as a thank you.

Liric, though tired, was glad that Quinn had survived.

I hope that you liked it! This one was a bit rushed but, I just wanted to write something today!

[shieldofiron]

So… I desperately need to hear your thoughts on what Christmas traditions Harringrove would do/create to make it through this Monday ❤️

I also had SUCH a shitty Monday oh my Godddd YES ok let's do this:

• First of all, Steve makes them put up the tree WAY early. He likes to start celebrating November 1 and it just intensifies from there.

• Every year they pick out a new ornament and write the year on it. Usually they try to find the silliest novelty one. Their favorite is a surfing snoopy with a joint they found in Venice Beach. They try to choose non-fragile ones because almost every year Billy makes a super-turbo-stregnth Eggnog which inevitably causes Steve to trip over their cat and topple the tree.

• He also makes an apple cider moonshine that could take the paint off their new car (lovingly maintained 1992 dodge viper.)

• Their other car is a pickup that they use to pick out their tree every year. Billy's dad always made him haul out a shitty plastic tree and put it up essentially alone so he loves the real pine smell.

• Every year Steve spends days thinking of and finding the perfect gift for Billy. Every year he ends up being the one crying because Billy somehow found or made something so thoughtful and perfect that Steve can't handle it.

• Max and Billy often used to spend Christmas day together because Neil would take Susan out for "alone time." So they carry on their tradition of painting each other's nails, only now they do it with Lucas and Steve. The rule is it doesn't have to be good, it just has to be badass. Lucas has the steadiest hand.

• Their traditional Christmas meal is Chinese food, because Steve hosts a lot of family for Hanukkah and by the time Christmas rolls around all he wants is to order egg rolls (and he's right!) Their Christmakkah is epic, even if all the family visits sometimes make Billy chain smoke. The Harrington's love Billy, and often try to get them to visit Hawkins for the holidays, but the Christmas in Los Feliz is just too beautiful.

[heartofjasmina]

Thinking about college roommates Katsuki and Izuku who “help” each other relieve stress iykwim👀

Senpai... you're the best <3

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"That's it Kacchan, just shut up and take my dick." Izuku groans as he fucks Katsuki with all the stregnth in his body. It was their arrangement, you see. As long as no one was visiting- they were both open for free use. And if one of them had a bad day they usually took it out on the other's ass. But when it was Katsuki's turn, it seemed like his cock was made of steel it was so hard. Izuku reveled in the fact that his best friend/rival had a thing for being used like a whore, and always made sure to be vocal while they fucked. It made Katsuki's ass clench around his cock and Izuku could pound Katuski's load right out of him. Katsuki whined and whimpered and moaned when Izuku fucked him, beautiful sounds that Izuku has a recording of he listens to on long missions.

[k4rishika]

Some of the reasons why I love yoga

I love the concept of performing extremely strenuous activity with unparalleled grace. I love the idea of my body as an instrument, and the thought of carefully tuning it to my idea of perfection. I love having moments of being completely at peace with it.

I'm a lover of details; I love beauty and poise being synonymous with stregnth. I love all things beautiful.

I feel like my everyday movements have a bit of awkwardness and rigidity woven into them- on a fundamental level, yet they are nowhere to be found in these movements.

[scarletsxnss]

her tits were a SANCTUARY, always providing him with peace as her nipples give him saftey when against his tongue and between his lips. there was something about being TENDED to that made lance feel powerful, in the most vulnerable way possible. he was practically in her arms, moaning against her tits and begging her to keep stroking as she brings his cock back to life. the sight alone would be embarassing if any of his soldiers witnessed it.

just thinking of all the little outfits she could wear is enough to bring pure JOY to the male. "i don't care what it takes. bring EVERYTHING." lance chuckles, still focusing on her tits. one hand gently cups a breast and teases her nipples with his thumb while her other tit is given the full focus with his mouth and tongue. after a few moments, he switches nipples. "bring your sluttiest clothes." lance then mentions. "i want your friends' significant others to get in trouble for looking at you." the male grins—always wanting the SEXIEST woman. and anyone whos seen daphne knows that lance had the most beautiful woman on earth.

he loves when she calls him KIND. in fact, he loves whenever she praises him—calling him strong, sweet, ANYTHING. "anything for my WIFE." lance smiles, practically speaking to her tits while he sucks on them. his hands gently run along her back and arms, soothing over her skin while he feels her hand. "make sure to bring all our toys too," the husband mentions, "handcuffs, dildos, rope... EVERYTHING." and with that he feels his cock GROW back to its full stregnth and he moans deeply. 

while she never dreams of intruding on his important business matters daphne knows that occasionally he NEEDS her by his side, or preferably on his lap or on the floor kneeling. daphne for the most part understood that what lance did was bloody and violent, that to almost everyone else he was a terrifying figure and one that promised trouble — but to her he was simply her HUSBAND. each moment spent together was treasured by the pint sized femme. "just like our wedding photos", playfully giggles, nails running through his dark hair as he devotes attention to her breasts. "that was such an amazing day, right daddy? so beautiful . . . " and of course the aftermath of that spectacular dinner and all that dancing had been even more special to her.

as he suckles against her nipple and roam the supple skin around it daphne hums, bare back arching to nudge herself closer. in the lingerie section of her wardrobe daphne was never short on options, keeping lance happy matters more than ANYTHING, so she simply nods at the first suggestion before just laughing as he begins to list more and more. "okay, so basically every color? i think i'll need luggage just for my lingerie", and those skimpy bikinis too, tiny little pieces that would barely cover those tits he adores so much.

by now the water had a subtle nip to it, but she paid it no mind as her hand curved around him, a slow tug on his softened length. "really? baby you're so kind!" gushes sweetly as she cups the back of his head, encouraging her husband to continue, to suck until he's satisfied.

[kuttiesaittansudha]

5 things that i love about this world is

Universe - even when people cant fully garuntee there is god/spirituality or manifest by universe law of attraction or faith/hope or even some people say its just science but i appreciate everything in this world from humans being born till the flowers , animals everything i believe it is created by god nothing just come by its own so even tough times i appreciate that atleast im living and appreciate the world the universe to give me some good days and even if its bad days i still appreciate the life i have and im grateful for it.

Willpower- appreciate god to give me the willpower even though there are days that break ma , ugly days that i lose some people in my life those whom i really love my mom and all but god also give me my daughter for me not to end my life and still living strong because i believe i still have reasons to live to fullfil my responsibilites so i thank god for my stregnth my will power and experiences hard experiences that i face in my life to make me stronger and survive by learning even though i have not fully overcomed and i have many questions but somethings just make me wanna fight more what ever that has to come .

Love of god- To also show me who are my real ones and who isnt it hurts when not being appreciated , it hurts when being judged not being understood of my true character and my feelings , but i learnt to accept that being alone is more then enough cause people are temporary they will be there for benefits , enjoymemts or maybe just a passing clouds but no one truly love or care other then mothers love that everyone recieves from god.

Speciality- i truly appreciate the specialty the differences between everyone every living things everyone has a unique character , personalities and even they glow in their different way everyone is beautiful in their own way and i appreciate that even those people who is ugly by heart i also learn from them to not be like them .

Humanity- not everyone helps unless they get benefits , its the one last dollar you have and also willing to provide that for others just cause you know how hard is it to feel having nothing , and without expecting nothing in return is a different beautiful kind of feelings , people calls me fool because doing for all and im left with nothing im not a fool i did good if those wants to take advantage of me , that is their character but for me i feel satisfied doing a good deed for my self to be peace and happy

[sentimetral]

I'm not healed yet, but I'm getting there.

The healing process whas been a bit different than the others. The cut was a little deeper, the pain stayed longer, and the getting well part is coming from a different place. I once heard that sometimes things don't break, they shattered - and this time my hole life was shattered, not just me. Everything that I thought I knew or needed has been thrown out by the window and for a while I felt like I couldn't handle life anymore. But now I found a new place of stregnth: me. It sounds silly, I know - how it took so long to find that place inside of me - but I had never been in such a position that the only person who could give me comfort was myself. I got throught the pain, the lonlyness, and my own despair. I saw myself lying on the floor along my broken certainties and crying over all the pain that my life and the people in it, have put me through. And I suppose I could look at the whole thing from a place of pain and suffering. But instead, I decided to look at the beauty of it. I have no idea where life can take me from now on, but I'm not gonna run just to get there on time. I want to accept the process, feel the emotions and enjoy the ride. Life has not been easy, but boy oh boy, it sure has been beautiful.

[inqueerect-quotes]

Lucy: I'm so weak-

Natsu: *hugs her* Don't you dare. You're so strong, and even though you may think that what you've conquered isn't much, remember that trauma isn't a competition and that it takes stregnth to overcome any of it.

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Erza: I'm not worth-

Natsu: You shut your mouth right fucking now. You're beautiful and amzing and youve changed so many people for the better.

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Gray: I've want to die-

Natsu: I will pUNCH YOU WITH MY LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP UNTIL I'VE POUNDED IT INTO YOUR THICK SKULL YOU DENSE MOTHER FUCKER-

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Natsu: I-

Gray, Erza, and Lucy: *are already cuddling him and bringing him snacks, because sometimes even the mom friend needs love and appreciation*

[ponderingcomplications]

take the wind from my sails and undo the ties from my armor take the blade  from my hand and the stregnth from my knees let me be open palmed and surrendered bowed head and fallen. I was once someone beautiful hopeful kind but this story is not mine and so it brought me to my end and the battle was lost again and  again.

[tenaciouscupcaketaco]

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This beacon of light shineth forth, Passerby's can err' escape the helping hand.., To the most sparkling of radiance ! (2)Thanksgiving Dinner by Mario Vitale Home for the holiday from New Orleans, with Mother and Father at the tiny drop leaf, brown rosewood, mahogany table with the gold, grinning claw feet; Father, choler- red-in the-face, short- sleeved white shirt and cane, says the blessing as Mother brings in the turkey and cranberry. Then Mother asks, “Won’t you have more?” and father : “Do you think Moll Flanders was a *****?” (I have suffered and bleached my hair blond.) I am silent before their replies. Mother sighs. “I can scarce speak to her.” And Father, too, quotes Shakespeare. (I am thin as paper and the rose- colored bowl of blown glass sitting on the silver stand, half- filled with water.) “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless daughter” (3) Song of Spring Today I heard a robin sing heralding the coming spring A song of exultation to the sky an ode to earth's awakening I saw a willow on the hill It's branches greening in the sun and all the earth seemed hushed & still sleeping streams began to run I heard a softly rising breeze whispering through the grass singing through the still bare trees waiting winter's chill to pass I saw the sun, so bright and warm warming the earth after the rain the buds and leaves, no frost to harm at least, at last, it's spring again. (4) The Ancients It's my last day with the old giants In mourning I hike the lost trails, sniffing the aroma of the bark, that cinnamon of the forest Under tepees of wood in a membrane of shadows, I stalk the earth, its mammal traces, its elusive tracks, to sit on a fallen log where spiders macramé, moss sloping to my knees unaware of invisibles within, grubbing in their tunnels A lizard taps my foot, responding, I muse to its touch, my thoughts like Indian visions, And when daylight mushrooms into night, and an owl hoots from cedar, I still sit with a lizard on my shoe Huddled with the ancients of the woods (5) Epiphany Written by: Mario Vitale It clings to the cliffed shore, to the wintered face of the thistle path, to the fingers of the old man's glove as he waves his memory homeward In that breath between come and go she moves up from the bay; gold turns her stride, the line of her dress, the soft sea pulling at her feet When he reaches out and the frail birds fly and the sun and the sky have married deep into the sea, it clings Even as his shadow threads retreat, it clings, even now as it dissolves to mist (6) A Return Home, Only Time Will Tell Written by: Mario Vitale Oh blessed hope ! Both hardly a believable dream, Sweltering heat with bloodshed in the street... Send the troops home ! There is no clear reason for them to roam.., These are desolate times ! For we have chosen ill faded rhymes.., The casualties are enormous ? For a stated cause that clearly atrocious.., A mother's cry as the door chime rings, A vanishing salute to freedom as the church choir sings ! Let us look above to all the heavenly love.., Merciful one, take this chip off my shoulder.., Stop the senseless fighting before our dear nation grows a bit colder, Suddenly, seeds were dropped out of a farmers bag, In time roots spring up fresh out of the fertile soil... As the sun heats up, Time will tell when this harvest will soon boil... In the vast game of life, One's time is so very brief ! The soul yearns for its' heavenly relief.., Share with others who may want to turn over a brand new leaf.., Time will tell of the true importance of helping one another, To never give into the finish line.., Nor harsh criticism that our society puts out ! Like a famous fighter in his final bout ! Time will tell of the return home, To the open arms of a loved one ! (7) A Valiant Knight Written by: Mario Vitale A Valiant Knight Death springs a new day basking in the breeze In solemn moments lets pause to think of a place A far off castle in the mountains away from it all A valiant knight lived in the structure of it's dwelling Those days of old where mere men had a noble demise A beautiful maiden was in waiting for her knight He would often fight for the cause of stregnth and dignity The draw bridge where the castle stood had a very unique aura A mystery of sort sought up in the vast array of crowned nobility For the king on his thrown was humble yet greedy Always would take care of himself caring nothing for the needy A valiant knight was concerned about the kings trust Often they would disagree on who it was to serve A joker came in front of the king one day with a magic wand Waving the wand in the air then there floated ivy everywhere For the court jester was a fool in the making of his legacy The maiden would often come forth and see For she treasured a red rose that was plucked sometime before Cherished the calling of her stature to the glory of the throne A valiant knight would often sing sweet songs in the night Had a following of village people that would sit before his feet Having a way of words that he would often share The castle was filled with dragons and warlocks searching for love A cause to be brave amidst uncertainty of the kingdom The legacy of golden capulets filled ardent vestibules Let us toast to the valiant knight who keeps a watch on all that is good (8) Hampton Beach The smell of fresh fry doe Time had elapsed playing at the casino Fresh lobster with a side order of fries Those spacious wonderful sky's Down at the shell the continental were playing A walk by the lady of a statue in waiting Flip flops and the sound of laughter A playground for kids in the middle The boardwalk with seagulls flocking over head Fire works in the midnight air with a cheer (9) God's World It is raining again. Summer will be over before it ever gets here Thunder rolls far away, drops hit the windshield, the sky turns gray The Sunflower, the blue Delpinium, the white Stinkwood drink the moisture greedily. The green and silver leaves of the Aspens sparkle as the rain hits them, and the wind turns them round and round The creek flows on, oblivious to the change in the weather. A break in the clouds allows a bit of sun to hit the side of a towering mountain Three cows slowly wend their way homeward. It is dusk. The gray clouds lift and the sun bursts through, before sliding behind the hills for the night It is God's World. He gives it to us to enjoy and to share with each other (10) Jake's House There was a man whose name was Jake Who had a house upon the lake Every morning he would wake And for breakfast have a piece of cake He had a private fishing hole; He always used a long cane pole He fried his fish on red hot coal And served it in a great big bowl For a pet, he had a cat (11) In The Zone Written by: Mario Vitale In The Zone whispers... through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear filled with angelic fervor on it's textual base yet we dig much deep then ever before cries in the dark will light the spark of what we need to know still we stand idle as the average novice introduces its spell along again then the sadness evokes a newer feeling dwindling through the vain extraction of the never world we visually see a flash then a new day approaches on the lawn two lovers having passionate *** the screams of vile extreme explodes throughout perhaps this is the place where Nero tread yet again I sit alone in my house now huddled in the corner the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision the howls of Satanic laughter gives a piercing shriek through a candle was lit by the edge of my bed One can remain lax in the quietness of the moment yet again the setting of the sun a new day has begun as we embark on the moment Does death hurt you the most or is it fear You can equate logic through a firm grasp of the hand whispers again... then a faint cry, we construct living pyramids to honor the dead A stroke of luck an the impulse ensues onto so much more but for what are we grasping for straws what are we searching for ? quietness again this time I'm in the zone as if zombie creatures with viscous long fangs that bite dripping blood off side we run away to hide no one questions anymore no one has a voice alone one last time yet feelings of grandeur awake to the message of hope that spills from the sky a challenge to be free is a question of time eyes with spots digging holes in a pool of blood Satan laughing again spreads his wings Suddenly I awake but to what ? (12) An End Of The Age Of Innocence Part III Written by: Mario Vitale In our fast paced twentieth century world.., We oft' have neglected to stop to smell the roses, Oft' we used to bow our heads silently to pray, As we reflect back to the sixties is had launched a pad to rebellion ! With a vast amount of liberal bias and thinking, No wonder why our nation is sinking.., Sinking amidst a cuss pool of mere morality.., For now it is a quite different time, A very unique but different type of day.., An end of the age of innocence, One hath been enlightened.., From seeking truth, Some fresh out of a garbage can.., Yet for Gods' sake, He hath such an amazing plan ! Hence, to shun the broad road, Yet to seek to venture in the narrow.., Such as a distant bird in flight ! You might see this creature venture out at night ? Of the Eagle nor the Sparrow.., It used to mean something to have a sense of common courteous.., To hold open the door for your neighbor ? Yet for the time being we relent and waiver.., Would you prefer another taste of a certain ice cream flavor ? To ponder we must be content with who we are in the inside.., Nor, a mere fancy suit or blazing sport's car, Life is a roller coaster.., In what you do while busy making other plans.., Finding solace among the height of nature., Such to think at what is quite simple, As a young child reflects on his or her poster board, Playing with their magic crayons.., For in eternity it is such a very long time ! Take heed in what you do, Now is the expectant hour ! What will one choose to do ? There can be no place nor need for any compromise, Within it's vast perpetual spectrum ! One just can't put a price tag on a genuine but unique heart ! Hence, with honest integrity.., The time for change is today ! (13) He Was There by Mario William Vitale From the inner silence of the lamb he was there In welcoming to the world to share Within the multiple of words the mouth speaks As a heart beats through the passage of time To every poem that was ever written To every burden ever lifted To rivers crossing where people living Sometimes loving other moments giving In storms that were outside brewing What is the significance of this love In painted pictures from above To every soldier in a battle To every cow amidst the cattle Not a second glance at any real romance A field of dreams throughout our head From both fire and ice will make you think twice Perhaps another chance at a roll of the dice When every kingdom comes thy will be done Shadows in the shining morn if there's a rose it bears a thorn, He was there in every circumstance When they tried to throw stones at her He was there drawing a line with his finger in the sand It is my hope that some day all will understand A glance at the past will tell us of our future Amidst the inner pain & uncertainty Through shadows in a field of dreams In moments of solace amidst the pain A light moved out upon the street outside A day that wasn't meant to be Thorn crown was pulled upon his head Those shouts of intense anger from the mob There was only one who would help him back on his feet, A light that brought only a few to greet Let us not run away & hide Each one of our sins was placed on that cross To lose the battle now would end in tragic loss Father please forgive them for they know not what they do He said the prayer now the rest is up to you That cross that broke a sinful world apart With his blood-soaked crown with spear in side To show the whole world he had nothing to hide The summoned cry brought about healing in the sky Watch the free angelic dove fly! (14) Momma Of Pearls by Mario William Vitale Since there's nothing I could find That was worth giving you, I sat down to think a while And write a line or two If I had a magic wand I'd wave it just for you, And give you anything you'd like No matter how many or few If I could give you back the years You so willingly gave to me I'm sure that you spend them over again The same as they used to be Remember when those days and nights Instead of going to the fair I'd always say tell me again The story of the three little bears I tried to get a strawberry pie But they were out of season Then I thought of gold Mario William Vitale Written by Mario William Vitale 48/M/Wolcott, Ct 310 Please log in to view and add comments on poems

[bee-lemons-and-limes]

A Yorse Lemon part II

Blake: *as she slid out of the majestic Yorse Pussy Blake felt immensely more powerful, as if she had become the ultimate lifeform, sliding out she noted the majestic Yorses' contented expression*

Yorse: *smiling at the new and improved Blake and handing her a mirror* now your all mine, you are one with the Yorse, my other side

Blake: *examining herself in the mirror she witnessed the pure and utter glory if her new form, she had the head of a majestic neigh neigh while retaining her cat ears, it was the most beautiful she had ever looked, she had been purified by the slick lushious walls of the Yorse Pussy* t-thank you my Goddess, i will treasure such a gift

Yorse: of course, now suckle from Yorse bosom, and drink my milk, the Milk of Yorse and bathe in my golden Yorse piss and Rejoice, as it will give you stregnth in the coming winter

Blake: *currently suckling from the nape of the majestic Yorse* oh yes please bath me in your golden Yorse piss and let it soke into my skin, so that i may be enveloped by your being in every way *she opened her mouth letting it fill with the great Yorses wonderous stream, she found her own pussy aching for release*

Yorse: *noticing the smaller girls anticipation* please my Hlake, release your great powerful piss onto me, so we may be equal in eyes of god

Blake: *groaning as she released he massive torrent of succulent golden piss upon the legs of the still peeing Yorse, drenching her in her golden juces, it was as if the world had stopped and only continued in there small circle of pissing Yorse and Hlake, it was as beautiful as the universe could consieve* oh Yorse *she said said through a mouthfull of Yorse piss* this is the most magical experience of my life

Yorse: every day is an adventure with the Yorse, but you have yet to achieve the ultimate Yorse experience, you are not ready yet *finally her succulent Yorse pussy stopped dripping, utterly drained from the hot piss session*

Blake: *her stream finally ending, flopped down into the pool of their collective piss and cum as a glorious soup on the floor*

Yorse: *using her giraffe like toung and inserting it into Blakes dripping golden Yorsehood, going so deep it was inserted into her womb, so far as to reach into her fallopian tube and lick the Egg currently inside* my my what succulent innards you have my dear Blake, I can't wait to taste the other hole

Blake: O-OH YES YORSE *gasping in pleasure* MY BELLABOTTY IS ALL YOURS

*roundabout begins*

TO BE CONTINUED ->

[worksinprogress1]

Guzma exited the town hall, forcing his usual smile. The two grunts he’s brought along for moral support were waiting for him.

“Did you get it, boss?” the female grunt asked eagerly.

“Nah,” Guzma replied, beginning to walk away from the building as the others followed, “But that’s fine. If they’d given it to me, I woulda thrown it right back in their faces, cuz while I was on my journey, I came up with an even better idea to get Team Skull back in business. It’s not like I wanted to spend all day herding island challengers anyways. My love is crime. My love is Team Skull. This journey gave me the stregnth to be the best leader ever. And,” Guzma threw a wad of cash at the grunt, “good trainers make decent money while on their journeys. Once we’re home, why don’t you take everyone living in the Shady Chateau somewhere else? I wanna be alone for the night.”

“Including Plumeria?”

“Especially Plumeria. And here, take these for the night, too.” Guzma handed the grunt his five pokéballs.

“Whatever you say, boss,” the grunt said with some concern in her voice. “Can I ask ‘bout the idea.”

“I’ll tell ya tomorrow,” Guzma promised, pretending not to notice her concern. He knew it wasn’t like him to want to be alone, especially if he was as confident as he was acting about his new idea.

“Oh, and you-” Guzma said to the male grunt.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Steal all their buginium Z. They won’t be usin’ it anyways.”

Guzma couldn’t come up with an idea on the boat ride home, and so it brought him some anxiety when those two grunts started spreading the word about it the second they were in Po Town. Guzma brushed off their words of condolence and questions about the idea as he got to the Shady Chateau, and once everyone was out of it, he locked it. Thankfully he didn’t run into Plumeria. She wouldn’t have bought his bluff.

It was six pm. What time would Team Skull demand to know what the idea was? Noon? Later? He had somewhere between eighteen and twenty-four hours to figure out how to keep his team together.

Guzma paced the upstairs hallways for hours, trying to come up with something. The Shady Chateau was so gloomy without anyone in it. It was a place where Guzma had had a lot of good times with his friends, but looking at it now, with its graffitied walls and broken glass on the filthy floors? It just made him feel more like a failure who’d brought a bunch of people down with him. If he’d just done what Plumeria said and let her go, she wouldn’t have screwed everything up.

Guzma picked up a heavy box and chucked it. It hit the chandelier, which fell onto the stairway and shattered. Of course it had. As Guzma stood there, his body heaving and his fists curled as he panted and shook from anger, he heard a delicate knock at the door. With some effort, Guzma pulled himself together and answered it. In the doorway was a beautiful woman, tall, immaculately dressed, and with platinum blonde hair coming down to her thighs. What someone like that was doing in Po town was a mystery.

“Who the Hell are you?” Guzma grumbled.

“Alola,” the woman began, giving Guzma a wave and a sunny smile. Many well-off women might be intimidated by a tall, burly, and clearly enraged young man, but she evidently wasn’t. “I’m Lusamine, president of the Aether Foundation. I saw your failure to get instated on TV. You’re obviously a very powerful trainer, you run a very loyal little group here and I hate that they’re denying you what you deserve. I’ll tell you what: what if I pay you to send your grunts off to do the Aether Foundation’s dirty work? We could even help you with your power grid as a bonus. What do you say?”

“Deal,” Guzma answered hastily. Not like he could afford to be choosy.

Lusamine seemed a little taken aback that it was that easy. “You don’t want to talk about the details or anything?”

“Sure, give me the details.”

“Well,” Lusamine began, “there’s a leader of Ula’Ula I could negotiate with to get your utilities turned back on. Once they’re on, I’ll start sending you your orders through video call. Don’t communicate with me any other way, and don’t record anything. I’ll pay you by the task. I cannot guaruntee that I’ll have enough work for your team to live off of, but don’t think of quitting on me or refusing my orders, or the utilities will go off again. Is that a deal?” Lusamine had an unervingly pleasant smile in spite of the words coming out of her mouth.

“Yeah. Yeah, sounds good.”

“Good! Is anyone else home tonight? Your home looks a little...” Lusamine trailed off.

“No one’s home.”

“Perfect.” Lusamine walked past him. She looked around a bit, found a closet with some cleaning supplies, and started sweeping up dirt and broken bottles. For a moment, Guzma could only watch in confusion. “It’s so nice that disadvantaged kids have found a place here. I bet for a lot of you, it’s your first real family, isn’t it?” Lusamine mused.

“Uh.” Guzma was torn. On one hand, he didn’t want to risk upsetting his only way to improve Team Skull’s living conditions, and free cleaning wasn’t the worst thing in the world. On the other hand, something about this woman skeeved him out, and her attempt at buttering him up couldn’t be more transparent. “Leave the spraypaint, okay? We like it. Or actually, let me get something straight: I don’t need a mom, kay? I’m taking good care of these guys.”

Lusamine put aside the broom. “Oh, of course. They’re so lucky to have a big man like you to help them. You’ve clearly been very strong and responsible for them. Should I be going, then?” It was as though a switch had been flipped between her viewing Guzma as a child desperate for mothering to viewing him as a man desperate for praise.

“Yeah, if you want.”

“Okay. I’ll call you at eight pm the day your power comes back on,” Lusamine said. Then, she left.

Guzma closed the door and shuddered. Something about that woman didn’t seem quite right. But the praise had felt nice, and clearly she meant some of it if she was letting his team do her dirty work. At least they’d mostly be communicating over video.

The lights came on the next morning: a perfect way for Guzma to show his team that he wasn’t bluffing when he said their lives were about to get a lot better. That night, Guzma received his first order from Lusamine: someone had seen something in the Aether Foundation they weren’t meant to, and Lusamine wanted Team Skull to track him down and erase his memories using a psychic type. Other methods of silencing him were to be avoided except as a last resort. It was certainly a crime beyond anything Guzma had done before, but so long as they avoided that “last resort,” he was okay with it, and the money reward didn’t lie. Team Skull was back in business.

[fostina]

Virtual Sketchbook 1- Art and Writing

Select a work of art from your life

This is a piece of art that is on my bedroom wall. This picture was printed on Canvas. I love this piece because in my opinion it represents the empowerment and unity of colored women. For a long time Women did not have rights and Women were often looked down on. It is often expected that women are to look up to men and follow their lead and commands. I support the idea of women having more power and being able to make their own choices. Black women face even more barriers in this Country. This piece to me represents the stregnth of woman especially Black Women to overcome the obstacles that they face. It represents Black and Brown women coming together and supporting one another. I do find this picture to be very beautiful, I did not do it on purpose but I did like how to photo I took came out a little blurry.

[fangirlincorporate]

Luffy's Confession

Part three:

Zoro raised an eyebrow at his captain. "And you came to me?"

Luffy nodded plopping down next to his first mate. "You're smart." He said as if that explained everything.

Zoro grunted putting his weights down crossing his arms over his chest. "Show her your strengths."

"My strength?"

Zoro nodded, and Luffy smiled wide. That was an easy one. He walked in the direction he had last seen (y/n). She wanted to see the gardens so he followed a sign. Seeing her standing there talking to someone else made him stop.

She was laughing and he put a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Luffy's blood boiled at the scene marching over wrapping an arm around your waist. You looked at him in surprise, but Luffy was staring down the man you had been talking to.

"Beat it." Luffy said puffing his chest up.

"Or what?" The man said looking down at Luffy. "You gonna hit me?"

"Luffy he wasn't doing anything wrong. What's gotten into you?" You said stepping out of his hold looking at the shaking captain in confusion. "You should go." You said to the man putting yourself between him and Luffy.

Bringing his attention back to you he smiled taking your hand in his ignoring Luffy right behind you as he kissed your hand. "It was nice to meet a beautiful woman such as yourself."

You took your hand back with a forced smile unprepared for Luffy to launch his fist over your shoulder right into the guys face before half dragging you away. That counted as stregnth right? He thought, but too angry to really process the situation.

"Luffy what gives? You cant just punch people!"

"He was...he was-"

"He was what?" You said taking a calming breath looking at your captain struggling to find words.

"He was a bad guy." Luffy said finally coming to that conclusion on his own. "He had a weird look to him."

"I'm going to go back to the ship. I think you should cool off. That's not like you." You shook your head at him walking away content to walk through the gardens another day.

"What was it that came over me?" Luffy asked himself spotting Chopper in the distance. Luffy ran over hoping he could shine some light on the subject.

"It sounds like you got jealous."

"Jealous?" Luffy tilted his head at word.

"It means that you were envious of what that guy was doing to (y/n). Envy is something that you feel when you want something someone else has."

Luffy took a moment to process the information the two interrupted by Brook.

"Yo ho ho ho what are you looking so serious for?"

"Luffy realized he has feeling for (y/n), and got jealous and punched someone. Now he doesn't know how to fix the situation because she's mad at him."

"Apologize." Brook said to him. "Women like to talk about feelings. You won't get through to her with actions. She needs to hear what you have to say. You're a man of action Luffy, but this isn't something you can solve with your fist. Talking isn't really your thing, but you'll have to just this once."

Luffy got up dusting off his shorts. He didn't look at either of his friends deciding that this is the advice he needed, and headed towards the ship to find (y/n)

[lovesick-liar]

You are the love of my life. The lover I have loved the most and will always love. Even when times are rough I want to be there for you. I want to hold your hand. Hold you close. Always closer. I want to see the light in your eyes even when you think it isnt there. I want to be the one to wipe your tears and kiss your smiles. I want to keep holding you gently and talking you to sleep. Whispering to you about how much I love you. How of all the people on earth we somehow found eachother. How you are so so so strong and beautiful. So handsome and sweet. You are tired and you are weak and I will hold you until you regain your stregnth. I will help you every step of the way just as you help me. I want to be your love.