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sunlightwriter · 3 years ago

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The Umbra Trilogy: Dusk ☽ Chapter One

First Draft Word Count: 2,479 words

and the first draft version of chapter one is done! i gotta do some editing after i type it up bc my grammar is atrocious on the first writing sometimes i dont think i’d be able to edit it later bc i don’t understand what i wanted to say dsflkdsmklf but! fortunately i got some for you guys to read!

for this chapter, it’s mostly just exposition as umbrian enjoys a nice day out on the town! with a hint of sweetness as him and valentine chatter :) then we end of with some suspense and action!! woohoo! i jumped the gun and had a really bad first chapter when i went for this during camp nano but i’m hoping my writing this time will be better as i do it for myself dslkmfmslkdf

below the cut contains some snippets, commentary & the taglist!

People say every month the Knight’s Station, which usually sits empty, would get a visitor from the knight who was supposed to be watching over this merchant town. On that day, the knight would go in, fill out some logbooks, then promptly leave, much richer than before.

this is the opening few lines! gives an idea of the corruption thats been spreading through the kingdoms in a very specific way that affects the lives of our protagonists since they yknow, live there.

The items that came through this town were always wildly different; anything from replicas of foreign art to intricate handmade jewelery, to an ancient tome of a book that holds pages full of coded glyphs. In a way, it was the view of the outside that he often missed out on. Initially stuck to his home in the castle years ago, now instead stuck to the inside of his and Valentine’s dingy apartment, hiding from any prying eyes that would jump at the riches that bringing in Umbrian to the bloodthirsty knights would bring. Even that thought couldn’t stop him from enjoying himself, however.

this section here introduces us more to the life that our protag, umbrian the prince, lives now after his kingdom fell years ago. i include something similar later that is just that twilight sparkle ‘god i love books’ image but with umbrian. god he loves books.

As they continued on, Valentine looked up at the sky, watching the sun dance along the rooftops. The late afternoon sunbeams came down in warm pillars, occasionally make it hard to see ahead of himself. “It’s starting to get late. We should be getting home before it gets too dark,” Valentine said before Umbrian could zip off to the next store.

The Prince turned to look at him, lips pulling forward in a pout. “Aw, can we just go to one more place? I really like that cafe we went to. The one that sells those nice teas?” he pleaded, forest green eyes nearly unnoticeable under the dark of his hood.

Valentine stared after the Prince for a while, orchid coloured eyes softening after a moment with a sigh. “Okay, just for a few minutes,” he relented, before adding with a smile, “I think they’re having a sale on teas, actually.”

Umbrian broke into a grin, nearly hopping in place, items clattering together in the box he held in his arms. “Oh! And maybe I can treat us to some of their pastries,” he added in excitement. “I want another one of those little sponge cakes they make!”

i love writing umbrian & valentine interacting so much!! i gotta hold myself back from just straight up making them seem like a married couple bc their thing is yknow..... not being together yet. theyre always so sweet though! i love that valentine is constantly so kind with him ughhhh its sickening anyways

As they left the building, they hurried along at a brisk pace, Valentine looking over his shoulder at they hurried down the street. Valentine muttered a curse under his breath as they turned the corner. “They’re following. Just one person, looks like,” he cautioned, gaze darting from behind them, back to the path in front of them before urging Umbrian down an alleyway. “Here, this way.”

Umbrian pressed himself against the wall as he watched Valentine carefully set aside the load he was carrying and motion for him to hide. As Valentine readied himself at the corner, ready for the person to catch up to them, pulling a hidden dagger from a holster under his cloak, Umbrian’s heart pounded in his ears. His feet stayed planted firmly in the ground as he pressed himself further against the brick wall, wishing he could disappear into it, but for now, all he could manage is a quiet spell, lengthening the shadows around him to conceal his hiding spot.

this takes place not long after theyre recognized by someone in that same cafe.... ruh roh! this scene kinda gets more into the dedication valentine has even so many years since he initially became a knight then got even more than he bargained for. i also hope this gets the tension across well, the whiplash from chillin’ to fearin’ within minutes...

that’s what i got for a preview! i wonder who the mysterious stranger following them is...? well, i think i’ve said who it is before but if ur new here / don’t have me on discord it’ll be a fun surprise for next chapter!

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moonlit-imagines · 5 years ago

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That’s a First

Jericho Wilson x reader

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a/n: he’s really cute ngl 🥺 ps clark ur amazing

prompt: @clarkimagines: “Hi, I hope you’re doing well! Can you please write a Valentine’s Day fic with Jericho Wilson from Titans where he has a crush on the reader and decides to go all out for the holiday after learning the reader has never had a valentine before?? Thank you!! 💙”

You were the youngest member of the Titans, so you and Jericho really clicked when you furst met. The two of you had the best times together. You even started hanging out alone with each other. The team enjoyed teasing you about it. A lot.

Soon enough, Jericho and you were “a thing,” which didn’t surprise a single soul. He had you meet his mom (she wasn’t a fan), you started opening up to him about your life, and he was just the cutest person on the face of the Earth.

Valentine’s Day was approaching and Jericho was ecstatic. He didn’t understand why you didn’t feel the same way.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I guess I’ve just never experienced a Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t a major concern for me growing up.”

“You didn’t get valentines from classmates?” Jericho signed. You shook your head.

“I was homeschooled, remember? Working at the ‘family business.’” You air-quoted. Jericho frowned and moved his gaze to the floor. “Hey, don’t worry,” you rested your hands on his shoulders and kissed his forehead, “just because I’ve never had a Valentine’s Day doesn’t mean I don’t have a heart. There are so many other reasons for that!” You joked. Jericho rolled his eyes and fought off a smile.

“Don’t start with me.” He warned with a chuckle.

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Immediately after that conversation, Jericho ran straight to the store to get all the essentials for a perfect Valentine’s Day. The cheesier, the better.

His trip to the store was thorough, he walked down each aisle at least twice. Among his items in the cart, he had: cake mix, frosting, tall candles, a medium-size teddy bear, large box of chocolates, candy hearts, flowers, and an array of ingredients that he’d be using to cook you a fancy meal.

The plan was to make dinner for you while you were having a small party at the Titans Tower, get you over to his house, eat said dinner while the cake was in the oven, listen to some vinyls and dance around, exchange gifts, and put on a romcom. He didn’t know if romcoms were your thing or not, but he was going to make you watch it either way. You just had to. It’s Valentine’s Day.

You invited Jericho to the Valentine’s Day party, but Jericho said he wouldn’t be available until later that day. You were fine with that, and the Titan’s party was nothing to special. There were store-bought heart-shaped sugar cookies and drinks! What more could these lovely people need.

You pulled Dawn aside and told her that you were absolutely clueless on what you should get Jericho as a present. She was sort of amused with how clueless you are, but also almost proud of you.

“Look at you, y/n. All grown up.” She smiled and sipped her beer. “Just get him something that shows him how much you care. What does he like?” Dawn asked while you brainstormed. After a second, you got an idea.

“Oh! I know!” You tapped your hands on the table. “Music. I should get him a vinyl from tje shop, he’d love that.” You nodded to yourself.

“I also suggest a card...and maybe a small box of chocolates.” Dawn grabbed your hand and rubbed her thumb against it to calm you down, she could tell when you were nervous. “You should probably get going, kiddo. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” You grabbed your bag and car keys and walked to the elevator. “Bye, guys!” You shouted over to them. They actually didn’t let you leave immediately. If you didn’t already know, the team was a little protective of you.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Hank stopped you. “When are you coming home?” He asked.

“Uh...I dont know. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow morning?” Hank raised his eyebrows.

“Tomorrow morning? As in, you’re spending the night?” He looked appalled.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Dick warned.

“Wow, the bar’s pretty low, then.” You joked.

“Oh, come on, you guys. Just let y/n do what y/n does. If they’re old enough to beat up bad guys, they’re old enough to make their own choices.” Donna chimed in.

“Thanks, Donna.” You turned back to the boys. “I’ll text you, okay?” You offered.

“Fine.” Hank and Dick both crossed their arms.

“Okay, love you guys, bye!” You walked into the elevator and heard each of the Titan’s “love you, too’s” echo back.

“They grow up so fast.” Dawn commented.

You snagged a Frank Sinatra album from the local vinyl store, and you were pretty excited about it already. Next stop was local grocery store because you knew they sold the tiny boxes of chocolates with mini bears together. And you were right. You picked, paid, and made your way to his place.

You knocked on the door three times. Jericho opened it up and was a little bit messy. His apron was smeared in what you could gather as cake batter.

“Right on time.” He signed to you. You chuckled and gave him a kiss.

“It’s smells great in here.” You told him. “What is that, chocolate cake?” He enjoyed watching you smile. He nodded as an answer.

“The food is ready. I’m going to change, be back in a minute.” He signed and hung his apron up. You patiently waited and he came back from the room in a nice little short-sleeve button-up and some fresh jeans. And he was holding one single rose.

“The rest and in that vase over there.” He motioned to the vase.

“Thank you, Jericho.” You told his as he pulled out a chair for you, then watched him make up your plate for dinner. “Wait, did you make everything yourself?” Jericho nodded again.

“Let’s eat!” He picked his fork up and you didn’t hesitate to do the same. Your first bite was amazing.

“Dude, this is awesome. I didn’t know you could cook!” You complimented. “I’ve been living off of TV dinners and Dick’s ‘experiments’ for the past two years.”

“He’s not good?” Jericho asked with a chuckle.

“In his defense, he’s getting better.” You shrugged. The small talk went on for a while, then the oven beeped.

“It needs to cool before I put frosting on.” He told you. “Want to listen to some music?”

“Oh!” You jumped. “I left something for you in my car. Be right back!” You rushed outside and grabbed the record, bear, and chocolate and ran back inside. “Tada!”

“Is that...” He stopped as you handed him the Sinatra record.

“Frank Sinatra’s greatest hits?” You finished for him. He immediately put in on the record player and it started playing I’ve Got You Under My Skin. Jericho held his hand out for you and spun you around. You and him danced for what felt like an eternity. After a while, he decided it was time to finish the cake, so you took that time to text the Titans. “All’s well here. Will text you guys soon and let you know if I’ll be back tonight. <3”

“Ready for cake and a movie?” Jericho had asked you. He had a plate of cake in each hand, you gladly took a slice and sat on the couch. He popped in a DVD and some Vince Vaughn movie started playing. You laughed a little and took a bite of the cake. “This is all my mom had.”

“I’m not complaining. You lifted your arms up as he tried to cover the both of you up with a super fuzzy blanket. The rest of the night was spent cuddling and watching movies until you both fell asleep. You may have forgotten to text the Titans...

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dalaeni-fanservice · 5 years ago

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Valentine Sweets! ~Alistair/Scholar and little Tadashi/Scholar

Hello! This is my first time writing for Sweet Elite so if someone read this, please be good with the reviews! This story is about my favorite of the main 10, hope you enjoy. Also, I know that valentine is long gone but I’m suffering from hiatus and loneliness caused by quarantine so I’ll write my idea.

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It was Valentines Day! One of your favorite days of the year finally arrived. Back home you always made gifts for people you loved and baked goodies with your father. Now that you had made some friends along the Arlington Academy you thought it was a good idea to present them some homemade sweets. You had to ask the Academy Kitchen a week before so you could have time to make for all your friends but it as all worth it.

You made your way to the school entrance but before you entered you looked to your left “Hm, maybe I’ll find Al or Rachel at the Gym before classes. I should totally check it out” you thought. Turning back, you saw Alistair working on his legs when you entered the Gym “Oof, totally worth it” you said to yourself as he noticed you at the door. He finished his work out and came your way to greet you.

“Hey Scholar! How’s this Friday been treating you?” He said rolling out his sleeves. “Is good so far but I can’t wait for the weekend so I can sleep two days straight” “My thoughts exactly!” Alistair laughed of your answer making you blush, you could never have enough of him. “What are you doing here anyway?” He asked “What? Can’t come to the gym to greet a friend?” you asked and was Alistair time to blush. He scratched the back of his head and replied “Don’t get me wrong, I just didn’t picture you interested in morning exercise” “I’m totally in for watching” you though but shaked your head to drive these thoughts away “You’re right, I’m not. I just came here to give you this” You said and pulled a bag out of your purse. Alistair gave you a skeptical look and you continued “Happy valentines day! I know you are the athletic type, but I hope you like homemade sweets”. Alistair was chocked, thinking this was your way to confess to him “Scholar! Thank you I.. I didn’t even thought of anything..” He tried to think of a explanation while his cheeks became hot but you interrupted him “S’ok, I’m more a giver than a receiver. Hope you like it but I gotta go, see you in class” and with that you vanished, leaving a blushed Alistair behind. It wasn’t obvious for you that he had feelings for you and he didn’t think of confessing until now, that he think his feelings are being corresponded.

Apart of the confessions from random students, Alistair spend the rest of the day searching for you between classes but it was a waste. He didn’t know that you were spending your free time giving out candys to your friends. “Now I just need to find Karolina and Neha. I hope Karol is not an asshole to refuse my sweets” you thought to yourself as you were making your way to the class. You heard someone shout your name and turned to see a panting Alistair “Al! What happened?” “Scholar can we talk?” he asked as he recovered his breath. “Sorry Alistair, I really need to atend this class. Another time ok?” you said blushing as you entered the room. Seeing it was no use to argue he decided to make his way to his class, bumping to Tadashi at his way. “Oh..sorry..” Alistair said with a tone that his friend wasn’t used in him “Why are you pouting? I thought valentines day was a tiring day for you, not sad” he commented but Alistair didn’t laugh “I’ve been trying to talk with Scholar the whole day and now that I found her she just brushed me off... I don’t get why give me a candy if she didn’t let me...” before he could finish Tadashi pulled of of his backpack a similar bag you gave him earlier that day “You meant this sweet?” Tadashi asked as Alistair eyes widened “Did you get one too?” he asked without understanding why you would confess to both of them. “Yes. At first I thought it was a confession and it was realy embarrassing..” Tadashi explained with a light blush “I tried to deny her confession without being rude and she just laughed at me. She explained that back to her hometown she had the tradition of cooking with her dad and give away homemade sweets for her friends”. When he finished talking Alistair felt dumb. She wasn’t corresponding his feelings, she was just being nice. “I understood everything wrong!” Alistair said as they entered the class. “What happened?” Raquel asked when she saw his state “Alistair thought Scholar liked him back because of the valentines present” Tadashi said and Alistair groaned as they chuckled at him “That’s so cute! I think that if she gave it to me alone I was going to think the same, but I was with Axel at the time” Raquel commented. “Now I’ll have to make up something when Scholar comes to talk to me after class” Alsitair said and Raquel slapped his head “What was that for?” “Sorry, I couldn't hear you with your head stuck all up in your ass!” She said and Alistair gave her a angry look “What she is trying to say is maybe you should use this opportunity to finally confess to her” “I don’t want to be rejected at valentines day but thank you very much” “You’ll never know if she’ll reject you. I mean she is always blushing around you, maybe you’re wrong” Raquel tried to convince him along with Tadashi but it stopped when the teacher came in the class.

After the class finished, instead of going to talk with you, Alistair decided to go to his dorm and figure out what to say to you. After some time he heard a knock at the door, but decided to let Tadashi answer for being a nuisance at class today. “Hey Scholar” he heard as Tadashi and you made small talk. “Did you liked my baking?” “It was sufficient” “Well I’ll take that as compliment Mr President” you said and laughed along with Tadashi, making Alistair feel anxious, thinking that maybe you didn’t show up to talk with him and maybe even forgotten. “Did you really came to my room just to ask if I liked your food?” “Actually I’m looking for Al, he said he wanted to talk to me but just vanished...is him here?” Alistair didn’t heard Tadashi’s voice but he new that he was grinning. “Alistair, Scholar came all her way here just to talk with you instead of spend her time studying, could you pleas..” before you could contest him Alistair surged from behind him and pushed him inside the room, closing the door behind him. “Sorry for this, usually he is more direct” “dont worry I’m used to his moods” you said and he agreed “S-so, y-you said you needed t-to talk” you said fiddling your fingers and averting his eyes. Alistair realised and didn’t understand the change. “I-I just wanted to tell you that I r-really liked your b-baking! Y-you should totally teach me o-one day” Alistar said stammering and you looked up. He was blushing what made you blush harder. “C-cool! I-I mean, I’m glad you liked! Di-did you read the letter too?” You asked and he didn’t understand. Tadashi didn’t mentioned a letter. “W-what letter?” “You didn’t saw it?” you asked but when you looked at his eyes you realized he was lying. “You didn’t even ate my candy right?” when you said that he looked like he just got caught. You huffed embarassed that he would do this to you and you just turned to make your way to your room “Scholar wait!” Alistair shouted but you closed the door with a slam, falling into tears as you realised he didn’t even liked your confession. You made the sweets for everyone but his was different, because it had a letter confessing your feelings for him. It broke your heart that he neihter had the interest of opening the bag! As you were suffering at your room, Alistair made his way to his bed, where his backback was located and shuffled inside looking for your gift. When he found it he opened to find a small baked cake and a letter. As he opened and read the letter quickly Tadashi stared at him without understanding “Did she rejected you so fast?” Tadashi asked but Al didn’t care about his teasing “She tried to confess to me! I was right!!” “Oh who would’ve thought? Not me” Tadashi rolled his eyes and went back to studying. Alistair realised that he need to go talk to you if he wanted to make things right.

Alistair runned out of his room to your door and banged at it anxious. He heard your soft voice say “go away” and his heart stinged, “please Scholar let me in, you got it all wrong” as you ignored him he kept knocking at your door, each time more stronger than the other. You decided that you didn’t want him to break your door and with his muscles he problably could so you opened with a sigh “If I talk to you will you stop destroying school property?” “Yes” he said and make his way inside your room. He looked around as he took that this was the first time at your room. “Well?” you ask and he sit at your bed, signaling you to do the same. As you did he begin “Listen when you gave me the gift this morning I thought you were confessing to me and I was embarrassed because I didn’t thought of nothing to give you in return” when you tried to answer he raised his hand to stop you “I spent the day looking for you at the school but I just couldn’t find you anywhere so when I did you brush me off and I felt really bad. As I was sulking I met Tadashi and he told me you were giving gifts for every one of your friends and I felt really heartbroken because I interpreted as you were corresponding to my feelings” as he said that your hear missed a beat, “I was ashamed that I tried to confess back to you when you really was just trying to be kind so with all of this in my head I didn’t even had the time to open your gift and I’m sorry for this. I like you Scholar, I really do it’s jsut that we got into a big snowball” when he said that you chuckled and put your hand above his tigh. Automatically, he he put his hand above yours making both of you blush “After I ran from your room did you ate the sweet and read the letter?” you asked. “I did read the letter but I wanted that you saw my reaction as ate your cooking” Alistair said pulling the food out of his pocket with the other hand. “God no, what if you think is bad” “it can’t be like that...” he replied and bit the candy, stopping talking and widening his eyes “Is it that bad? Al say something!” you say desesperated and he laugh at your reaction, earning a push from you “You dick!” you said laughing back as he finished the baked goodie. “Is really good Scholar, wanna try it?” he said with his mouth full and with a bit of filling staining your lip “How can you offer me that after eating all up?” You asked and he just swalloed hard and aproached his face to kiss you. The filling was of strawberry and you didn’t thought the was going to be so tender. When you parted you smiled and hugged him, making both of you fall into your bed. He blushed and you laughed at his dork reaction “Hm I’m not sure if I taste enough of the filling, care to try again?” and with that you guys keep kissing until it was too late for him to be at your room. As he went to his room he told you that after morning practice he would come wake you up so you could enjoy another make out section, blushing, you just agreed and closed the door, relieved that by the end everything work out.

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And that’s it! I hope you liked because I had this idea long ago and was just trying to grow the balls to post it. I also posted at my AO3 account if someone is interested https://archiveofourown.org/users/Morena_616

#Sweet Elite #se #se alistair #se tadashi #se raquel #se tegan #se tyler #se ellie #se claire #se karolina #se neha #se axel #main 10

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starryyastraea · 4 years ago

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SHIP/OTP Questions for my main ships: Cambeck, Lunarie, and Camarie :) (because I am not sure which ships will end up canon y a y)

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?

Valerie is definitely the night owl in every situation. She cannot fall asleep before 11pm, but even then likes to stay up. What do you expect? This girl stays up studying fairy tales and magic and then of course has to do all her school work at 1am. She’s a wreck.

Luna and Camden are early birds, and go to bed early. Do not understand Val’s need to stay up. Luna likes to get up early to work out and get ready for her day. She likes to be productive. Cam likes to watch the sunrise and gets inspiration from the early morning crap idk. He likes to be up and awake and ready. They both like to be awake before everyone else in the house and have alone time before they need to put on their ‘masks’.

Oliver is both? He likes to stay up late but can’t sleep in. So when he can, he naps during the day. Which he can’t. Get this poor boy some sleep, he's a mess.

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

Cam is usually the big spoon and Val is the little spoon. He likes holding her and feeling like he can protect her, and vice versa. But sometimes, when Cam has had a bad day, he needs to be held. Val likes when she’s the big spoon because it’s when Cam is vulnerable idk words lol

Same thing here. Cam is usually the big spoon. Oliver would never initiate himself as the big spoon, but he wouldn’t turn Cam down if he wanted to be held.

LUNA IS A LITTLE SPOON LUNA IS A LITTLE SPOON SHE NEEDS TO BE HELD AND CUDDLED SHE IS A B A B Y HAH LITTLE BABY

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?

Okay so hear me out. They ALL love to cuddle. The most affectionate are Camden and Luna, then Valerie and then Oliver.

Val is a total cover hog, which is fine because Cam and Luna will just cuddle up to her and boom all is good.

Oliver. Will. Steal the covers. And when he’s sleeping he doesn’t care to cuddle. So Camden is lEFT FREEZING HIS LIL FACE OFF AND OLIVER DOESN’T KNOW NOR CARE BECAUSE HE’S ASLEEP

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Camden. Little kisses all over the face. With Val she’ll smile and return them, Oli will end up a blushing mess every single time.

If Val happens to somehow be awake before Luna? Like they both had a long night?? OOooffff. Luna is definitely that “Affection? Disgusting… Do it again” type of person so if Valerie ever woke Luna up with little kisses Luna would ACT like she hated them but they both know that's how she wants to be woken up for the rest of her life. Might do that to Valerie a few times and then deNY IT THE BRAT

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Honestly? Probably Luna. Her constant fear of wanting affection and attention keeps her up at night (Except not)

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?

B R U H. Valerie and Oliver would stay up late at night contemplating life and Camden would totally go along with it.

Luna does her thinking during the day around people. That's how she realized she liked females and maybe being popular wasn’t really everything and woah no one has ever been inside and empty room….

7. Who sweats the small stuff?

Luna and Oliver when it comes to basic everyday things. They are worry warts, no matter how much they hide it. So poor Val and Cam need to tell them they’re doing okay and just. S t o p.

Cam sweats the small stuff when it comes to his partner. He’s a hopeless romantic and just wants his s/o to feel like the most loved and happy person in the world and constantly feels like he isn’t doing enough.

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

They all wear pajamas but if Valerie were alone on a hot night she would not pass up just her underwear and a giant t-shirt.

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?

Cam and Luna usually do since they wake up early, but Valerie always makes extra because she's a thirsty gal

10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour?

Cam and Oli are wholesome sweetie babies who love sweet.

Valerie likes both. She can’t choose just oNE …. :)

Luna likes sour things. Sour. That’s why she herself is so sour. She doesn’t like dessert-type food either.

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?

Camden is of course a sucker for romance movies, and so is Valerie. Oliver doesn’t mind them. Luna pretends to hate them and then finds herself up at 1am watching Hallmark movies. whoops

Cam is just a movie junkie and also loves horror. Val will watch them if someone else wants to, but does not go out of her way to choose to watch them. Luna and Oliver hate horror movies. Will not for any reason watch them.

12. Who is smol/ Who is tol?

Based off of energy, Luna and Cam have tol energy and Val and Oli have smol energy. Which works for their actual heights too…

13. Who is considered the scaredy cat?

Oliver and Luna lMAOOOO poopy heads

14. Who kills the spiders?

Camden would kill it, but Valerie would take it outside while Oli and Luna are crying outside and planning on where to move.

15. Who is scared of the dark?

Valerie actually is still scared of the dark...

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?

Valerie and Luna. So they’re a mess together. Its… they need help…

17. Who works/ Who stays at home?

Val, Cam, and Luna would all go out to work. And Oli is the homebody who just stays home/works from home.

18. Who is a cat person/ Who is a dog person?

Oliver is a dog person.

Val likes both, leans toward cats.

Cam likes both, leans toward dogs.

Luna is not an animal person. Get them away from her. She won’t touch them. Gross.

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

VALERIE AND CAMDEN MOST DEFINITELY USE PET NAMES OMG KEEP THEM AWAY FROM ME EWW

Oliver might if he’s feeling confident. And we all know how Luna feels about affection. Gross

20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?

Luna and Cam are most definitely doms. Cam is more like,,, a soft dom? Luna just. Dominant.

Val is a switch and will most definitely dom both Cam and Luna and even though they’re also doms it’s like,,, you can’t just dom dom Val, y’know? If she wants to dom she’s gonna dom

Oliver is a subby sub we all been known hes b a b y

21. Who has an obsession (over anything)?

VALERIE AND WE BEEN KNEW

Cam has an obsession with memes and his love

Oli obsesses over books

Luna is obsessed with herself whoops

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day?

CAMDEN OMG HE WOULD GO ALL. OUT. FOR HIS LOVE BECAUSE ITS LOVE DAY AND HE LOOOOVES YOOOUUUUu

23. Who asks who out on the first date?

Cam always makes the first move

Luna usually makes the first move, but Valerie had to ask her on the first date because Luna is an idiot.

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?

Cam is the talker and Oli is the listener. Obvi.

Cam and Val? Booooth. They both do both. Mutual loving relationship. They’re idiots. I hate them.

Val will talk and talk and talk and Luna doesn’t listen unless it’s like a serious heart-to-heart. Luna doesn’t talk about her feelings and Val has to force them out of her.

25. Who wears the other ones clothes?

Ohmygosh Valerie wears everyones clothes regardless of who shes with.

When Luna/Cam see her in one of their shirts? They m e l t

Luna loves to dress Valerie up in her clothes

And Oliver likes to steal Cams clothes sometimes. He wouldn’t go out in public but Cam is just so much bigger than him so the clothes awh baby okay

26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food?

Valerie, Cam, and Oli all love junk food and Luna physically cannot down junk food.

Cam and Oli know how to eat healthy though

Valerie… she lives off of caffeine and potato chips she does not know what a carrot is. Like carrot cake? No? Then idk she dont know

27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower?

Valerie does both

Camden and Oli take long showers

Luna is in and out. And somehow was able to effectively wash all her hair, clean and shave her entire body, give herself like a full facial and mani-pedi, buy a house, perform heart surgery, and like brush her teeth in like ten minutes.

28. Who is the book worm?

Oliver and Valerie lol

29. Who is the better cook?

Luna and Valerie cannot cook for crap

And Cam is better at baking...

Has Oliver ever even step foot in a kitchen??

...they’ll all just order takeout. for the benifit of literally everyone.

30. Who likes long walks on the beach?

Camden and Valerie would

Luna prefers to like,,, sunbathe. That’s the only reason to be at the beach lol

Oliver doesn’t do beaches.

31. Who is more affectionate?

Cam and Val and we been knew

32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation?

AGAIN. CAM AND VAL. IT’S LIKE THEY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER HMM

33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?

Luna- Not guilty, Val- Sin

Oli- Not guilty, Cam- Sin

CAM AND VAL ARE JUST SIN AHH

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?

Valerie and Oliver do be gettin lost tho

Need to be returned to Luna and Cam

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?

omg Camden my boi. He’s just so excited and hyped. Also, his family is no help because they’re always going overboard

Valerie will also go overboard. But nobody beats Camden lol

36. Who is the social media addict?

Luna?? Have you met this chick??

37. Height difference or age difference?

Luna and Val have a three inch height difference (when Luna is wearing flats), and Valerie is older by like... two months

OKAY Valerie and Camdens height difference is 10 inches. awh. I’m a sucker for height differences look at themmmmm. And then Cam is seven months older

Cam is only three inches taller than Oliver :) And Cam claims the title as the oldest, being four months older than Oli

38. Who likes to star gaze?

Omh Camden is such a hopeless romantic and he’ll do this just so he can turn his head and see his love staring up with the stars in their eyes. Also so he can use dumb star related pick up lines on them

Valerie loves this! Look up at the stars! So pretty! She may not know anything about them, but she loves them!

Luna will join Valerie because yeah, they’re pretty :) And so is the cute girl next to her whoop

39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside?

.....Camden

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?

When it comes to parenting, Valerie and Cam would be a fun/responsible duo. They are both the good cop and bad cop. They know how to balance it, because they grew up with balanced parents.

Luna would be more responsible. She isn’t exactly a ‘kid’ person, and really didn’t have great parental influences growing up, and doesn’t want to have her child run off and be unsupervised/feel neglected like her

Oliver is in a similar boat.

SO THANK GOODNESS FOR VAL AND CAM

41. Who cries during sad movies?

Omg I swear Camden and Valerie are like the same person it’s disgusing. Anyways. They.

Oliver may? Depends on how sad it is.

Luna has no emotions. Gross.

42. Who is the neat freak?

V A L E R I E omg she will clean up the smallest mess. Which is funny because you look at her and her bedroom and think she’s a mess herself which she is but she’s an orginzed mess

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?

Valerie and Camden will be competitive and try to win each other prizes, but like, against the other? If that makes sense?

Oliver will gladly accept what Cam wins for him

When Val offers to win one for Luna, she’ll be like ‘ew gross I don’t want one of those’. Valerie gets one anyways, and Luna adores it anyways.

44. Who is active/ Who is lazy?

Honestly none of them are lazy per se, but the most active I think are Luna and Valerie. I mean, Luna is just an active, work-outy person. Valerie just cannot sit still for longer than three minutes.

Camden and Oli like to relax from time to time. Just. Sit. Alone or with each other.

45. Who is more likely to get drunk?

Luna and Cam (poor Valerie lol)

46. Who has the longer food order?

Camden!! This boy eats a lot!! And where does it all go?!

47. Who has the more complex coffee order?

Ohmygoodness Valerie. She drinks so much coffee, and her orders are always different and bizarre.

48. Who loses stuff?

Oliver. Poor boy. Val misplaces things quite often, too.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?

Camden is the only good driver here.

Between Luna and Val, Valerie drives but only because Luna refuses to. That does not mean she is good.

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?

The obvious answer here is Camden. He takes the cake for being a hopeless romantic. He loves the idea of love, and being in love. Having someone to love. Love. He goes over the top, stares at them, he’s just in love and isn’t afraid to show it.

HOWEVER

I think all of them, once in their relationship, shows how hopelessly romantic they are for their loves. That’s just what happens when you’re with the one.

lol. I know this isn’t like... how this was supposed to go but I couldn’t choose just one couple :)

#anyways #i hate all of them #and i say that in the most loving way possible #cool beans #valerie haywood #oliver steinbeck #camden fienes #luna hearst #cambeck #lunarie #camarie #my characters #ships #otp

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turtle-steverogers · 6 years ago

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race is a flat earther and al wants to die

when i planned this fic this morning it was a lot more stupid and shit

but then this happened

so im sorry ig

warnings: none really. but angst kinda ig sorta

ship: ehhhhhh ralbert....

word count: 1030 how satisfying

His hand was wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, eyes trained on the road ahead of him, only flicking away every so often to check the rearview mirror. It was nighttime, meaning it was easy to lose oneself in the daunting shadows of the streets, threatening to pull you under with its strength.

Silence suffocated the atmosphere as it had often done in the past few months. Lips stuck together, struggling to make conversation though it had once been easy. Two hearts that had once been adjoined drifting apart by the second. Was it a blessing or a curse? A relief or a burden? The answers were unclear, but they had a mutual understanding of the shared feeling. Whatever they had was drawing to a close. It was weirdly sickening. Disheartening. Feeling the grasp of something so strong slipping between their fingertips as their hands that once gripped the other’s so tight barely brushed at the edges. It was like holding water in open hands.

They drove in circles around their town, their stomachs full from dinner. It was Valentine’s day and almost out of sheer obligation, and partly from literal desire, they’d decided upon a date night. It had been a while since they had done something together, anyway.

The night was going smoothly. No petty arguments. No fuck-ups or frayed ends fraying further. It was almost like old times. Almost.

They passed a road sign with a large, cheesy photo of the Earth on it, along with some stupid advertisement for water, and Race smiled sadly, brain wandering as a new memory invaded his mind.

“So, the Earth is flat.”

Albert groaned, letting his book drop to his lap as he scrubbed a hand over his face.

“You’re literally an astrophysics major,” Albert sighed, keeping his palms pressed over his eyes as he fought the impending headache that threatened his skull, “don’t come at me with this shit.”

“Oh come oooonnnn,” Race whined, “Think about it! People all around the globe support this theory!”

Albert lifted his head, a bemused look etched on his face. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before scrunching up his eyes and shaking his head.

Race bit back the urge to laugh, Albert’s reaction already better than he had imagined.

“Race, baby,” He sat up, guiding Race to sit down next to him and leaning forward to rub his temples, “I want you to say that last sentence again, but say it slowly. People all around the globe support it?”

Race couldn’t help the spurt of giggles that passed his lips, his face sprouting into a giddy grin, “Sorry, babe, sorry,” he managed between laughs, noticing that Albert was watching him with an exasperatedly amused expression, “I just wanted to see your reaction.”

Albert studied him for a moment longer, then scoffed and picked his book back up, “You give me pain, love.”

Race situated himself so that he was tucked into Albert’s side and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Yeah, but you love me, so…”

Albert’s gaze didn’t shift from his book, but his smile turned into something a little more genuine, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The boys in the memory seemed to differ immensely from the boys who sat in the front seat of Race’s old RAV4 now. They had been more carefree. More open with each other. Less scared to say something wrong. But at the same time, more scared. Less resilient to when his right to speak up was thwarted. He had grown to be more guarded with himself. To hold his ground better, despite how detrimental standing up for himself seemed to be.

They passed a train station and another memory resurfaced, the intimacy of that moment making it almost more painful.

Albert’s lips were soft against his, hands gripping his biceps as they kissed slowly. It was well past midnight. Long since the time when other pedestrians swarmed the area, looking to go home after a long day of work.

They were alone, their solitude invigorating.

Albert lifted his hand, lacing his fingers into the back of Race’s hair and deepening their kiss. They were close, warm, happy. In love.

He wasn’t sure how long they had been there, listening to music and talking before losing themselves in each other, but it was amazing. Every stupid, cheesy love movie made sense in that moment. It was cliche, but real and raw and Race couldn’t be happier.

Albert pulled away and they broke apart completely, chests heaving and eyes glinting.

Albert traced his fingers lovingly along Race’s jaw, placing another, softer kiss on his lips. Race allowed his eyes to flutter shut again.

“My god, I’m in love with you,” Albert murmured, voice barely audible.

Race leaned his forehead against Albert’s, “I’m in love with you, too.”

Race swallowed, emotion rising in his throat. He missed it. He missed the long kisses and the strong embraces. He missed them.

The urge to reach out and take hold of Albert’s hand soon became too much to bear and he shifted his arm over the console. He could see Albert’s look of surprise in his peripheral when he intertwined their fingers, but he stayed adamant and a moment later, he felt Albert squeeze back, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. Just like old times.

So why didn’t it feel like it?

He rounded the turn into Albert’s neighborhood, driving on mental autopilot to the house he’d driven to so many times. He pulled up gradually, putting the car in park almost reluctantly. Almost.

They sat in silence for a moment.

“Tonight was fun,” Race said, breaking the quiet.

Albert looked at him, smiling. It didn’t look right.

“Yeah, it was really nice.”

His remark was genuine, but scripted.

“I love you,” Race said, leaning forward to peck Albert on the lips, “Happy Valentine’s day.”

Albert reciprocated, but the warm feeling that once accompanied the motion was nonexistent, a weird pang of sadness taking its place.

“I love you, too,” Albert said, opening the car door, “Drive home safe. Happy Valentine’s day.”

Race waved, watching as he walked to his front door. They knew where they stood, but god did it hurt.

*hi wait this is me ten minutes after posting i edited it cuz i forgot to italicize memories lmao*

so happy valentine’s day lol

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roxxdafoxx · 5 years ago

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Why I stopped celebrating the holidays...

for me holidays were always a disappointment the decision to not celebrate the holidays can save you money and your sanity its definitely a “rich mans holiday” my grandmother always made it a point to make sure i felt valued she always got me a gift and a birthday cake My great grandmother an I shared the same birth date and having a birthday with my great grandmother was the best now with the exception of a few cousins and my children now that my entire family is dead and after spending every holiday in the hospital ive had a lot of time spent in isolation to learn and get to know myself and God on a more intimate and deeper level not being with family always being depressed during the holidays made me realize why am i allowing these holidays cause me anxiety get me all upset about being able to afford gifts for everyone especially when u have a big heart and the desire to give to everyone id give to almost everyone in the entire world if i could but feeling that way during holidays never sat right with me it would ruin my mood my self esteem/self worth i would feel i had no value like i was never good enough no matter hat i did or gave would never be good enough i would find myself damn near balled up in a corner crying on a day that was supposed to be happy my birthday being so close to christmas put my birthday in the my mind in the “you dont matter box” lol im sure most can relate if their birthday is during that time when most people are getting ready for the holidays while everyone else gets both a birthday present and a christmas present for christmas babies your lucky if you even get a gift in general trying to throw a party around that time is equally as difficult people are just too busy the holiday its supposed to be about Jesus and his birth and birthday although its not even the day he was born a lot of people aint even really thinking about Jesus at all some celebrate christmas and dont even believe in God its just tradition for them and a reason to celebrate and get gifts and its origins have nothing to do with God!!! The origin of Christmas is completely opposite of what most think theyre celebrating and most are in denial that they continue to celebrate a lie with a dark origin they say halloween is a devils holiday but Christmas is too!! the reason the birth of Jesus is not listed in the bible is because God never planned or commanded us to celebrate his birth because he doesnt have a birthdate he has always existed the bible even calls it foolishness (Jer 10) this is the reason people cant wait for the holiday cram to be over with because theyre busy trying to please everyone except God being selflessly selfish and putting themselves into debt is that really the correct way to show people that you care? When u travel a bit when u go through some things when u see people struggle just to have a roof over their head are homeless or living in a shelter or if you think of people in other countries who are just grateful for a pair of old worn out shoes you realize how vain the holidays really are the bible even calls it “vanity” when you look at all the beautiful decorations all the money spent on trees and lights etc u start to see it for what it really is its all “vanity” please believe im not being judgemental i celebrated this holiday before i somewhat celebrated it even tho i was in the hospital i mean you really cant avoid the celebration because the majority is celebrating and it will trickle its way on down to you in one way or another for instance i no longer celebrate and this is my first year deciding not to the nurses bought me gifts along with a santa claus hat that ive been wearing because i love hats its warm im into costumes and fashion but even fashion can be considered vanity we have put ourselves in a place and position that we forgot where we came from and what our ancestors went through.. I loved planning birthdays and surprises for friends, but when it came to me, the favor was never returned. That's when I realized that planning my own birthday or holidays or others birthdays that it was too much pressure trying to please others. it still makes you feel inadequate and terrible. nobody cares Let's be real Everyone is already in debt. Your birthday just became another errand on their daily to-do list. If you invite a lot of people they dont show up or might not bring anything some folks just really are there for the food and a party could care less about you but its just something to do it could mean you have false friendships/relationships in general and you're just there hoping for gifts even fake friends buy gifts too u just never know .... the dark origins is really what made me give up on holidays valentines day is supposed to be about love but i never felt more unloved than on that day halloween aka “the devils day” you get more gifts of candy from strangers than any other holiday ironically and its like the day where being scared is supposed to be fun the bible clearly states fear is not of God a lot of people like that stuff and like the feeling of being afraid until its a real situation then its not so fun.. i can barely watch horror films i honestly dont know how people come up with these crazy scary movies how do they film them write them and play these characters i mean acting is most def a talent...If you’ve never researched where our Christmas traditions come from, if interested in the truth look into it. I started to share them here, but it would take me FOR.EV.ER. to go through all of the names, dates, traditions, etc. But look into where Dec. 25th came from. the Yule log, the Christmas tree and its ornaments and lights, holly, mistletoe, wreaths, the Christmas ham… look up Winter Solstice and Saturnalia. If you are really interested in knowing where your traditions come from and what they mean… do some studying.Suffice it to say, what we are doing when we partake of the traditions of Christmas is nothing more than imitating the pagan’s worship of the sun god. And i no longer can stand to have any part of spitting in the face of God. (Sorry, I know that sounds harsh, but this is how it makes me feel.)For a long time I tried to rationalize that it was okay to continue enjoying the festivities. After all, we weren’t doing it to worship a sun god, we were honoring the birth of Christ! Right? Well, after much prayer and studying God’s word, one day the Lord revealed this analogy to me.Let’s just say that your spouse has cheated on you. After all, the Lord does call his people an “adulterous bride” after they went chasing pagan gods.Let’s say that your cheating spouse has come back to you, and asked your forgiveness. All has been made right again.Now, let’s say it’s your birthday. And your spouse wants to honor you on this day. (Although, in an appropriate analogy the celebration wouldn’t even be on your actual birthday!its on the other womans/guys birthday)But instead of giving you gifts that you have clearly expressed a desire for, your spouse gives you things that his lover enjoyed! He made his/her favorite foods, wanted to enjoy his/her favorite activities with you, lavished you with things that would have delighted him/her! Now, would this honor you? Would you feel loved and esteemed in this situation? Of course not!!! You’d be Livid!!! Is this not what we do to Christ, when we say that we are honoring Him by means of pagan traditions!? Being me,.. I wanted to find something in Scripture to solidify my convictions. Would God see the intentions of my heart, and understand that I’m just trying to please Him? Or would He be angry as I know I would be in that situation?...YHWH brought me to Exodus 32, the story of the Golden Calf. Remember that one? Moses had gone up onto the mountain to speak with God (and bring down the 10 commandments), but he took so long in coming that the people began to wonder what had happened to him. They asked Aaron to make a golden calf for them to worship, and he did so. But I thought this was fascinating, in verse 5 of that same chapter Scripture says, “And when Aaron saw it (the golden calf), he built an altar before it; and Aaron made proclamation, and said, Tomorrow is a feast to the LORD.”Do you see what he was doing? The people had fallen back into pagan practices, and were worshiping an idol, yet saying it was to honor God!! The next verse goes on to say,“And they rose up early on the morrow, and offered burnt offerings, and brought peace offerings; and the people sat down to eat and to drink, and rose up to play.”Wow. Sounds like they were having a very fun celebration, huh?! Did the Lord look at the rejoicing of their hearts and feel honored? Let’s find out…In verses 7-9, YHWH speaks to Moses and tells him what the people are doing. He says that they have “corrupted themselves”, and “turned aside quickly out of the way which I commanded them”.Then in verse 10, YHWH says, “Now therefore let me alone, that my wrath may wax hot against them, and that I may consume them…”.He was SO ANGRY! He was ready to destroy them all! Evidently, He was not pleased at the way they were trying to honor Him… mixing worship with pagan traditions. Mixing the holy with the unholy. water oil Vinegar type mix Just. Like. Christmas.....As I continued to study, I also came to 1 Samuel 15…This is where King Saul went out to destroy the Amalekites. But the Lord specifically told him (through Samuel) that he was to “utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and donkey.” (verse 3)But if you read on, you’ll find in verse 21 that they did not do as the Lord had commanded, and had in fact brought back with them the best of the sheep and oxen instead of killing them. Of course, when Samuel confronts him about it, Saul rationalizes that they did it “to sacrifice unto the LORD”.Here again, man is disobeying the Lord’s commands, yet saying he is doing so to try to please God. What does the Lord say? Verse 22-23, “And Samuel said, Hath the LORD as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the LORD? Behold, to “OBEY” is better than sacrifice”!!!, .For rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, and stubbornness is as iniquity and idolatry. Because thou hast rejected the word of the LORD, he hath also rejected thee from being king.”God didn’t want the sacrifices. He wanted obedience!!!.Here’s another in Deuteronomy 12:29-31; He is speaking to the Israelites before they go into the promised land,“When Yahweh your Elohim cuts off from before you the nations which you go to dispossess, and you displace them and dwell in their land, take heed to yourself that you are not ensnared to follow them, after they are destroyed from before you, and that you do not inquire after their gods, saying, `How did these nations serve their gods? I also will do likewise.’You shall not worship Yahweh your Elohim in that way; for every abomination to Yahweh which He hates they have done to their gods…”We are specifically told NOT to worship God with the ways of the pagans!! Jesus himself said in Matthew 15:7-9, “Ye hypocrites, well did Isaiah prophesy of you, saying, This people draweth nigh unto me with their mouth, and honoureth me with their lips; but their heart is far from me. But in vain they do worship me, teaching for doctrines the commandments of men.”I don’t want to worship in vain, forsaking the commandments of God and clinging to the traditions of men. (also in Matt. 15:3)I don’t want to have anything to do with the unholy.Ephesians 5:11, “And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them.”In fact, the recurring theme all throughout Scripture is for God’s people to NOT follow the way of the pagans (in other words, go along with what the rest of the unbelieving world does), but to be set apart as holy, and to honor YHWH by obeying His commandments!If we profess to worship the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, then we cannot ignore the very character of God as repeated to us throughout Scripture. He is a loving God, yes, but He is also a jealous God. He will not share His people with idols.“For thou shalt worship no other god: for the LORD whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.” Exodus 34:14 But let’s just say, for the sake of argument, that Christmas traditions don’t really have pagan roots. Let’s just pretend that’s a bunch of baloney.Even still, nowhere in Scripture is it commanded to remember the birth of Christ. In fact, what we are commanded to celebrate are the Biblical Feasts of the Lord (given in Lev. 23), including Passover in remembrance of Christ’s death. Yet, far too many Christians have never even heard of the seven Feasts of the Lord, or they think they are “Jewish” celebrations. Scripture doesn’t call these holy days (not holidays) “Jewish feasts”, but the LORD’s Feasts. And everyone who calls himself a child of Elohim is to keep them. Forever.And so, we have chosen to give the Lord the gifts He has specifically requested, and honor Him through celebrating and remembering the Feasts of the lord.Loved ones, I know that Christmas is a special time of year, and that people get very caught up in its traditions and festivities. But our hearts yearn to honor the Lord… above all else. And this is something that i feel is non-negotiable.So, im saying “No”: to the holiday rush, and fighting over the latest toys for my kids, and inflatable yard decorations, and the lies of a bearded man who claims to have the powers of God (all seeing, all knowing, all present), and the Great Big Toys “R” Us Book, and “Yuletide” carols, and guilt induced credit card spending, and drunken company Christmas parties, and everything else that the world gets so wrapped up in during this time of year.For me, it really only comes down to one thing:“If you love me, keep my commandments.” John 14:15 And I think I’ve laid out pretty clearly what i believe the Lord expects from us. one holiday i like which is the 4th of july because it summer and there’s fireworks in the sky and bbq but what is the true origin of 4th of july? i wish we didn’t have to have wars i wish people could just live and let live without hurting anyone why steal why not just learn from each other share a world without greed would be beautiful but also when u have nothing really left and after you have gotten rid of all the fake people in your life u find no real reason to celebrate if you have no one to celebrate with with my family all passing away the money has been short after being locked up in an institution it puts a damper on things i feel like these holidays are made up just to make the rich get rich yes we all want to have fun and have a good time but id rather celebrate with the right people for the right reason without any ulterior motives that battle against principalities ans spiritual wickedness against rulers of darkness evil spirits in high places the fowl of the air id much rather sell things to people who do celebrate these holidays because at least it can help with bills instead of be a hindrance and burden in my life i’m not judging anyone who celebrates holidays i use to celebrate them too i’m just sharing why i have chosen not to honestly i celebrate everyday i buy gifts throughout the year why celebrate when the government wants us to? so they can capitalize on the citizens have us participate in their hellenistic rituals that we aren’t even made aware of until we do the homework and learn about them for ourselves these traditions were forced on us we weren’t given a choice and to think we were told that by celebrating these days we are honoring God and all along we arent we are honoring other gods celebrating holidays that have origins of other gods and not the true God the bible doesn’t encourage us to entertain these practices why even celebrate anything that has the potential to be a set up for disappointment by not celebrating it eliminates any expectation of having a day that you really only see in the movies on the hallmark channel i’ve also noticed people dread and just cant wait for it to be over like a funeral and its supposed to be a joyful prosperous time its even programmed to be called the most wonderful time of the year i tell ya satan is a sly trickster i chose life and freedom from the imprisonment that i feel when it comes to the holidays so while everyone else is celebrating i decided to be happy and enjoy myself in my own company with God the real comforter snuggled up to him in worship and gratefulness as an introvert id rather spend the days away from all of that i enjoy being an introvert i enjoy being in my own company creating with the creator holding me down and uplifting me and perhaps the holidays have turned me into a “scroogey your highness grinch” because i view things differently now but with that comes the freedom of me not having to do what everyone else is doing setting myself apart from the masses (mass level of destruction lol insider) i’m living my life by my rules by my preferences and spending time with God my best friend God never asked for anything but for us to live right and be holy because he is holy this is something to be celebrated always everyday everyday is our unbirthday one day out of the year is a day we were born on and we shouldn’t feel pressured or disappointed because someone didn’t get us a gift or acknowledge the fact that we are here another year and alive if anything we should spend our birthday alone with God because for sure its facts that you’ll feel value and loved in the arms of God i feel we should do something special for ourselves no one will ever love us like God can no one will ever love us like the self love we give ourselves truth be told people will always fail u people will not always be there for you people die there are no guarantees in life except the existence of God and his everlasting word anything else is temporary everything we see will one day no longer be so i make it a point not to depend on external happiness internal happiness is the greatest gift we can give to ourselves always do you stay true to yourself get rid of old habits that dont benefit your soul and be happy do what makes you happy there’s always room to learn more and to improve in certain areas in your life in all areas a friend once told me and it will forever stick with me and that is we aren’t perfect we are not all knowing we are forever learning and correcting things we are all a work in progress give to others keep yourself in alignment with the word of God by giving to others its like youre giving to God and it will be given back to you within the same measure you gave with so just be a happy cheerful giver give from you’re entire heart good things will happen just dont give and expect something back giving to receive doesn’t work like that...another thing don’t wait for their birthday or a man made holiday to do things for people some might not even live to see another birthday this kinda follows the saying don’t wait till i’m dead to buy me flowers or wait till im gone to finally miss me invite someone to dinner just because why wait until thanksgiving to feast and be thankful around your loved ones thanksgiving a day where we are actually celebrating stealing the land from the people who were already here thats like allowing someone to move in with you you teach them how to grow food and make a living for themselves and then they rob you and kick you out of your own home and force you to pay them to live in the street and first and foremost last but most assuredley not least never allow the holidays to validate you your value doesnt depend on gifts u get or didnt get or the people around you i like small numbers i think God prefers small numbers too because quality is and always will be better than quantity id rather have 1 real friend than a thousand fake friends even if my only friend is myself i remember in elementary school they would give out secret candies on valentines day some student s would recieve like 30 gifts because either they were that much admired and popular or they bought themselves gifts and made it look like someone else did it for them to make themselves appear to be better but i wonder if fake love makes them feel better its kinda like today how they buy followers do me a favor be happy keep the fake stuff to the side seek to be happy internally so nothing or no one can take that from u people and material things are all external things theyre all temporary the things money cant buy the things we cant see are the more permanent things our bodies are also temporary but these souls of ours are gonna be with us a lot longer so make sure you take good care of it and of you real love is internal and eternal and its the best gift we can give to ourselves signed #EternallyYours #EternalLove

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lacnunga · 7 years ago

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due to the recent attention quincey and my strange love child has gotten, i’ve decided to do a post of my ‘character building’ aka ‘me just aimlessly rambling at Q in tumblr chat and getting overly invested in our hopeless little loser’. enjoy (or dont idk idc)

Naruto oc Gear

· platonic bff w/ kankuro

· i feel like they deserve a mullet. they're completely oblivious to why other people Hate it. they think it's cool.

· "it feels swishy kank. kank. feels like Wind Country style. kank why are you laughing?"

· nobody understands why someone 'cool' like kankuro hangs around with this dork

· its like kakashi and gai. kankuro just shrugs - "dude is a good listener. and they write valentines cards to karasu. they're a weirdo and i love them so back tf off'

· gear:: nyah

· kank: what?

· gear, staring at him through their souless glasses: you know, nyah *makes kitty motions*

· *gear proceeds to be drop kicked all the way to fire country border*

· also, nobody know whether gear is male or female or...other?? except their doctor, who enjoys keeping it a secret from a frustrated kankuro.

· gear has promised him a years worth of buying hi hamburger steaks if he manages to find it out, so kank has some incentive

· its been nearly ten years...no luck

· temari doesnt understand the friendship, but its not the weirdest thing her fam is involved in so

· gear is v scared of gaara though, especially when gaara, in a bid to 'understand his family better' tries to get to know him. gear tries to avoid gaara, but he's. always. there.

· kank in the end tells gear to Just Talk to Gaara, there's like a 50% chance he won't kill them (if only for kank's sake)

· wind forwards to a v awkward interrogation session where gear tries to explain the appeal of fireworks and the concept of second hand embarassment

· no wait

· i just had a brilliant idea

· gear is the pioneer of light up ninja sandals

· are they practical? no way

· are they weirdly satisfying? hell yeah

· (when too many shinobi got caught in the field bc their sandals lit up, by decree of the kazekage they can only be worn in the village

· and preferably never, according to Temari)

· also gear is a big fan of shino. why? (because I love shino) but Actually because kankuro is still bitter about losing to him

· so when gear meets shino they make it their mission to become Great Friends, aka the Hoopiest of Froods

· Rub In That Salt. Can You Taste It Kank? All That Salt.

· their name is now Gear, or in the japanese version, Giya ギヤ (aka just Gear in katakana - hell, if it works for Lee.) fter visiting konoha kank is sulking bc gear went on and on about how shino was a Cool Guy and had Flair and a certain je ne sais quois ( doesnt know what that means, but it sounds adoring and he Hates it. Gear is his friend, not Shinos)

· Especially when he remembers that Shino kicked his asssss

· eventually gear gets ticked off and commisions a cake with big writing on it 'STOP SULKING, KITTY'. kank is weirdly frustrated that gear has remembered his favourite flavour cake

· gear makes him sarcastic friendship bracelets

· though gear and shino bond over the fact that nobody knows what their faces/eyes look like. its sort of like an Achievement Unlocked.

· Gear is then integrated into the Aburame family as a honors member

· Gets home made pies when ever they visit

· Kankuro is jelly as usual but does not argue over the pie

· when shino demonstrates his kikaichuu technique, gear waves their arms around making obnoxious buzzing noises. shino sniggers.

· hell most things can be forgiven for pie

· gear actually becomes very good at mimicking the kikaichuu noises so when they go back to suna gear makes the noises when kankuro is least expecting it. the suprised punches to the nose are so worth it.

· I can just see kankuro just spazzing out before just decking this nerd in the face!

· Ok but Kin adopts them and loves them but just...just hates their fashion sense more then anything in the world

· she just eyes their mullet with a twitching brow. gear is holding onto their visor with all their might and watching out for any kunai that might come close to his fabulous mane.

· lets face it, if shino and gear had a bit of a 'snip snip' training accident, kin wouldn't be disappointed

· and of course if gear becomes friends with shino, they gotta get along w/ team eight as well. kiba is eyeing their hair with a strange mixture of envy and incredulity. hinata draws gear up some new face-masks. they love them, even the pink floral ones.

· hinata, handing over the masks: d-do you like them?

· gear, choked up and holding back sobs: they're fine

· Gear has a habit of coming to Kank in the middle of the night with the weirdest shit. They knock on his door at three in the morning looking like they're about to cry.

· G: Kank I've done something awful I'm a murderer

· Kank is basically ready to help bury a body

· K:okay okay don't panic what did you do?

· G: *whispering* I eat eight spiders a year kank. EIGHT SPIDERS. HOW MANY SPIDER ORPHANS HAVE I LEFT TO GRIEVING SPIDER WIDOWS KANK. I'm a MONSTER.

· K:...go home.

· K: Spends the night googling 'is it true you swallow eight spiders a year?')

· i have the idea that gear was a really plain child. you know the kind that never really got noticed and people just realised they were there when they tripped over them.

· and they finally got sick of it when they graduated the academy like

· 'well now im just going to be so Extra you wont have a choice but to notice me fuck you'

· now thats not to say they realise the mullet is a bad idea, however it does have the extra incentive of people going 'oh hi- DEAR LORD WHAT'S THAT ON YOUR HEAD'

· plot twist, they look so completely ordinary under the glasses and mask that even the people who saw their face don't remember it the second they look away

· surprisingly gear makes an excellent undercover operative

· Just take off the mask and goggles and visor, fashion their hair a lil, and put on a plain kimmon and BAM Gear is an under cover cop

· exactly. kankuro is really weirded out by the idea that any of the sort of twenty yo people he passes on the street could be gear

· Kankuro was terrified of gaara but boy o boy does Gear just raise the steaks a lil

· They could be anywhere

· Behind that bush, near the bush, IS THE BUSH

· one time gear was on a mission with their team and they got separated. in the fight, gear lost his mask, broke his glasses and his visor got tossed. when they returned to their team they had to spend the whole journey back convincing them that 'YES this is me i swear see? im wearing the same underwear!' 'how would we know what underwear you started out wearing?' 'I THOUGHT WE HAD A BOND'

· they meet kankuro on the way into town and gear is just like 'here, kank is my buddy, he'll tell you im me'

· 'well kankuro-sama, is this Gear?'

· K:...im gonna be honest i cant fucking tell

· K:but are they wearing blue boxers with ducks on them?

· Squad captain: WHY DO YOU-???

· Kankuro: THINGS HAPPENED OK THEYRE WEIRD AND JUST- DO THEY OR DONT THEY?

· Gear: *shit eating grin*

· Temari actually thought those two were together for a long time and they both just missed her euphemistic references to their ahem 'friendship' until Gaara mentions they couldn't put romantic partners on a team together and Kank just

· ucking falls off his chair like

· K: Wait what? Since when have we been romantic partners?? News to me??

· When he talks to Gear about it they seem unfazed just straightfaced tell Kankiro that 'you make my kokoro go doki doki'. Kank doesn't speak to them for a week

· Aka Gear is once again relegated to the sofa

· Gear seems to say 'so worth it' a lot

· Most of the time it really isnt

· Gears surprisingly good a dancing, specifically the fancy pants type dancing.

· So bc Kank is the kazekage's brother he's invited to a fancy do somewhere and he brings along Gear as his +1 bc hes a loser w/o a bf/gf. before the do he's just pointedly asking Gear like 'look do i need to teach you how to dance? because there will be dancing. fancy dancing. it will be Expected of You. do you want a dance tutor. are you sure? Are You SURE?'

· Gear is just waving him off 'Relax kitty, its cool' Kank is just mentally preparing apology speeches for Very Important Peoples' crushed toes

· the night comes along and Kank is making awkward small talk with some girl who roped him in when suddenly he's yanked away from the convo by Gear

· before he knows it they're on the dancefloor and SURPRISE gear is waaaay better at dancing than kank's stiff penguin shuffle

· gear takes great pleasure in dipping him really low at the end

· and they never let kank forget about it

· so i dont know if kankuro went to the ninja academy but lets assume he does

· *did

· so he and gear are in the same class

· but gear is of course always forgotten

· until one day kankuro notices them because IDK he runs into them and knocks them over or something

· so somehow they hang out that day and kank realises 'yeah this kid is a good one i could hang out with this dude like forever. mine now.'

· and the next day kank tries to find Gear except

· the fucker is so Unnoticable

· kank is just standing in the middle of the room scratching his head trying to figure out who the fuck he was talking to yesterday. gear of course doesnt have their sparkling personality yet and so is too shy/embaressed to go up to kank and remind him that 'hey this is what my face looks like'

· eventually they do hang out again though

· and the same thing happens

· kank gets fed up and brings in his face makeup and like draws reminders on gears face

· gear is fine with it, just wandering around all day with purple paint on their face

· except ppl keep making fun of them so kank wears the paint as well as like a solidarity thing

· of course gear finds his own look at the end of their academy days but kank carries on wearing the paint from then on(also gear used to be the kind of person who cried really easily and the paint showed it ALL up. they weren't too keen on walking around with tear tracks and smudges on their face, so mullet it is lol)

· sad idea

· gear is kankuro's first and best friend

· sure, kankuro has other friends, but no real Friends outside of his fam later on, bc when he was smaller every interaction with other kids was coloured by him being related to the Sand Demon

· kids didn't want to be friends with him bc they were scared for their lives (and kank threw himself into his puppet making for something to do bc puppets werent to emotionally fickle as kids)

· so he latched onto gear and they became integral parts of their lives without even realising it

· one day, gear leaves on a mission. they dont come back. they're declared MIA

· it varies between villages but generally its one-two months before a MIA ninja is declared KIA

· kank isnt worried about gear. gear is a tough dude, they'll come back.

· a week passes and kank isnt worried

· two weeks passes, and he's getting twitchy, spending more and more time hunched up in his studio, tinkering with his puppets

· three weeks passes without a sign from gear, and he's wrecked seven puppet prototypes in senseless death battles and he doesnt want to think about why he's become so snappy and easily frustrated

· (temari pops in on him every so often, forcing sandwiches and energy drinks on him even as he ignores her, whittling down a wooden ball joint with singular concentration)

· the fourth week draws to a close and kank is visiting the mission room every day, lingering inside the doorway, scaring returning genin teams with his impatient aura. he's making trips around the hospitals in case they had an unidentified body turned in (he knows gear by their scars even if their face just wont stick)

· saturday rolls around and kankuro is dragging himself down to the morgues, the crematoriums, clamping down on the threatening waves of despair - he asks by name, by description, by the rate of decay on any bodies returned by scavenging teams sent out across the sandy oceans

· there is no sign of gear, not a peep as the fourth week draws to a close, the deadline for Suna mia operatives

· he goes to the records office to bear witness as they change the status on gear's paperwork, and he feels hollow, like karasu as the red ink is drawn through the status box

· he returns to his house, silent. temari is there, waiting, with a worried furrow between her brows (he thinks he even saw gaara, who was so changed since the chuunin exams, peer at him through his bedroom doorway opened just a crack, that emerald stare assessing, before retreating again)

· he closes the door to his workshop with a calm firmness, blocking out temari's questions

· kankuro stares at his puppets, propped up on various stands and in the corners, half assembled carapaces that seemed to mock him with their glassy stares

· he snaps

· kankuro thinks this is what gaara must have felt like, pulled under by the whirlwind of emotions as he rampages, trashing models and ripping up drawings and smashing incomplete headless, armless bodies. it feels like there isn't enough destruction to match the hole gear's death has left in his own chest and he only stops when his fist pulls its punch instinctively, barely an inch to karasu's face, those lovingly sanded planes and features carved with years of practice and patience

· now karasu is left, his friend before, during, after Gear, and he never thought there would be an 'after Gear' - gear was only a chuunin, they didn't leave the village on any dangerous missions, not like the sand siblings

· kankuro doesnt leave his workshop for three days

· on the third he comes out, with karasu and gathers his supplies. he leaves for the funeral, to send off his friend

· when they had visited konoha, he's seen their Memorial to the dead - a great stone slab, with their names carved into it, the oldest names almost worn away with time and touch. suna doesnt have a memorial - the souls of their shinobi are memorialised at the Oasis

· the spirit oasis lies a few hours run outside of the city of suna, towards the east - once, or so the tales go, the oasis was part of a giant aquaduct that fed the blooming gardens of a wealthy empress, a long time before the establishment of the hidden villages. now, the oasis is a forest of crumbled stone and faceless statues, a giant pair of stone legs, broken at the knee marking the entrance. past there runs a river, mysterious in its crystal clarity - many suna scientists have tried to find the rivers origins and where it disappears to, but it remains one of the sand's greatest mysteries

· it became known as the spirit oasis by the first kazekage, who saw the electric blue lights bob and weave above the rushing waters at night - he took it as a sign, and saw, from the top of the tallest ruin, the great crater that he would build his village in.

· it is to the oasis that the suna shinobi go to remember their dead, and to let them go. it is where kankuro went. it is where he ended up kneeling beside the gently gurgling river, amongst the offerings of food and sake left behind from the visits of other shinobi. bells tinkle melodious in the soft winds, accompanied by the flutter of the shimenawa papers. he looked into the water, so clear he could see the mosaic tiles on the bottom of the aqua duct, and tried to imagine the corpse of his friend, buried somewhere under the grains of sand, lost, decaying until only his bones are left, to be collected one day many generations down, or simply to be forgotten until the gods reclaimed their peoples. kankuro imagines gear's spirit, their soul, instead, bobbing along in this river, laughing and dancing in the night, blue, bright, electric

· "I- Geez, I can't believe you're making me say this, you idiot. I guess, I miss you. It hardly feels like you're gone. It's been, huh, i don't know how long. For me, weeks, since you've died, but I guess it only really hit me some days ago. You- urgh, you really always need to have the last word, don't you, G-"

· Kankuro froze as the wind moaned. It was the wind, right? He knew the reports from the shinobi who had visited this place - odd sounds like groans and moans of the deceased spirits, and the embittered jounin who simply waved the tales off as the sounds the wind makes as it howls through the archways and pillars of the ruins.

· he strains his ear for any other sounds and- there, again. It doesn't sound like the wind, he decides. it sounds like a person, a flesh and blood person. he rises to his feet, slowly pulling a kunai silently out of his pouch. he's ready for an attack as he makes his way through the labyrinth of ruins, following the sounds of grunts and pants of pain. he turns a corner and finds his quarry.

· a fellow suna shinobi, judging by the tattered dull flak vest. brown hair matted to the head with crusted blood, the shinobi is slumped over a large piece of the ceiling that had fallen down centuries ago. as kankuro approaches, the shinobi gestured weakly with their own kunai, dripping blood onto the weeded tiles.

· "who..." the shinobi rasps out

· kankuro doesnt have to hear any more than that word - he recognises the voice, knows it because it's been cycling around his head with endless quips and puns and sarcastic riddles over the past few days. it was a voice he didnt think he'd ever hear again, and now that he has-

· he dropped his kunai with a metallic clutter and swiftly crouched in front of the shinobi, casually brushing away the brandished knife that couldn't have speared a paralysed mouse. slowly, his hands grasped the drooped chin and he straightened the slumped head, so he could look the shinobi in the eyes.

· they were brown and bruised around the edges. they stared back at kankuro for a moment, almost dead, before a spark of recognition lit up in them, and they crinkled up. the blood-tinted mouth stretched up too, showing a set of battered teeth. one hand come up to tug at kankuro's hair.

· "...hey kitty. was the service...good?"

· kankuro laughs and leans forwards, so his forhead touches the other.

· "you're- you're a fucking idiot. you asshole-"

· Gear just grins.

· ………..

· also i had an idea about gear's family

· since they're hoity toity ima imagine they're an Old Clan

· they were maybe friends of the first kazekage, and howsabout they built the water delivery system for the village

· sooo even though they're not really relevant anymore (especially with the rise of more modern technology etc) they're still trying to regain that 'friendship'/allience whatever they had with the first kazekage

· they consider themselves one of the village founders bc of their water systems but they're Not Really. basically the family is pretty stuck up and gear's parents are pretty peeved that Gear doesnt care more about his family history/doesnt conduct themselves with dignity

· Gears parents are snooty plumbers

· family name = 水瓶座/mizugameza

· aka Aquarius/water bearer

· not their original name but they rebranded themselves all fancy like after doing the village plumbing lol

· gear is actually kind of embarassed about their family's attitude which is well known (and sometimes mocked) around the village

· they prefer to just be known as Gear minus family name hence Kankuro didn't actually know which family Gear was a part of until quite a bit into their friendship

· Gear ur a beautiful child I'm glad u were made

· gear deserves all the happiness

· the only reason im glad they're not canon is so they're spared the boruto ending

#theres like a little angsty ficlet in the middle but mostly its gear being a Total Adorable Loser #naruto oc #gear mizugameza

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