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jopevidalsblog · 3 months ago

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Ship War // Guerra de Ship

*In the middle of the night, the crew gathers on the Sunny's lawn* Anne: Ok, Franky, were you able to connect there? Franky: I think so. You didn't give me many specifications on how to make this projector transmit your cell phone screen Luffy: Will it take long? I want to see the movie! Anne: We're trying to make things right here Nami: Be quiet, Luffy. Anne proposed putting on a film for us to watch for free, so let's see Sanji, arriving with 2 buckets of popcorn: Look at the popcorn! Usopp: WOW! THANKS SANJI! Sanji, throwing the smaller bucket to Luffy, Chopper, Brook and Usopp: You guys take this one! Sanji, with a practical bucket overflowing: HERE, MISS NAMI! ROBINZITA!! I MADE THIS SPECIALLY FOR YOU!! IT'S A SPECIAL GOURMET POPCORN!!! Anne: Save some for me! Franky: Ok, everything is ready, let's enjoy! Put the movie on, kid! *Anne then puts it on the film and goes straight to sit next to Nami* Robin: What are we going to watch again? Anne: “Love Choice”. It's a romance film that Sasha, Marcy and I love *After the film, everyone except Luffy, who was sleeping soundly, as well as Zoro, watched the credits with mixed reactions* Franky, already crying a lot: Ah!!! I loved it! It's a beautiful love story! It even made me want to write a song about this beautiful story, it’s called: “Constance and Alaster, a young love” Usopp: Wow wow wow!!! What do you mean, Franky? Clearly the love story here is between Constance and Hunter! He is a real and passionate man who would do anything to protect Constance even if he had to give up the rest of his humanity. Sanji: Someone who is ready to give up everything for a woman is someone who is truly in love Usopp: That's it, Sanji! The two clap hands Chopper: I like Alaster, he is not accepted by humans, but he wants to be with Constance because she accepted him. I liked that about him Franky: SUPER spoken, Chopper Brook: I also liked young Alaster. A tormented soul who is finally finding those he can share good times with. Franky, if you allow me, I would like to join you in paying homage to Alaster and Constance's beautiful romance Franky, already pulling out his guitar: THAT'S IT, BROOK!!!! Usopp: Damn we're losing, Sanji Sanji: I'm surprised that these 2 go with the servant man's face Usopp: And you, Robin? Which one did you like best? Robin: I think I liked Hunter more Franky: WHAT?!?! I thought Alastor was more like you, Robin

Robin: No… I think I liked Hunter more anyway Usopp, pointing to Nami and Anne: Now we're tied! Only you two are missing! Nami: Hmm… I liked that Alaster's sister more, the one who was a psychic and everything. Clearly she had a crush on Constance too Usopp: But we're not talking about that, the argument is between Alaster and Hunter! Which one will it be? Nami: If that's the case, then I think these 3 should stop messing around and get together all 3 at once Everyone except Anne, Robin and Nami: WHAT!?!? Nami: Yeah, like, clearly they both like her and she likes both of them too, so nothing more normal than them all together at once. She dates both of them or all three of them date each other at once Usopp: A-And you, Anne? Franky: Yeah, you've seen this movie more times than anyone, if there's anyone who can solve this, it's you Anne: I'm with Nami on this one Everyone except Anne, Robin and Nami: WHAT!?!? Anne: Actually, that's kind of the consensus between Sasha, Marcy and I, we all think these 3 should be together at once Nami: Um… Really, Anne? Good to know… Anne:? Everyone then looked at that and started laughing at the stupid argument they were having and started talking about other things in the movie while tidying things up and waking up Luffy and Zoro And this was the Straw Hats' first, but not last, ship war.

////////////////////////////////////////////////// *No meio da noite, a tripulação se reúne no gramado do Sunny* Anne: Ok, Franky, conseguiu conectar aí? Franky: Acho que sim. Você não me deu muitas especificações de como fazer esse projetor transmitir a tela do seu celular Luffy: Vai demorar muito? Eu tô querendo vê o filme! Anne: A gente tá tentando ajeitar aqui Nami: Fica quieto, Luffy. A Anne se propôs a colocar um filme pra gente ver de graça, então vamos ver Sanji, chegando com 2 baldes de pipoca: Olha a pipoca! Usopp: WOW! VALEU SANJI! Sanji, jogando o balde menor para Luffy, Chopper, Brook e Usopp: Vocês peguem esse aqui! Sanji, com um balde prático transbordando: AQUI, SENHORITA NAMI! ROBINZITA!! EU FIZ ESSA AQUI ESPECIALMENTE PRA VOCÊS!! É UMA PIPOCA GOURMET ESPECIAL!!! Anne: Guarda um pouco pra mim! Franky: Ok, tudo pronto bora aproveitar! Bota o filme aí, pirralha! *Anne então coloca no filme e vai direto se sentar perto de Nami* Robin: O que nós vamos assistir mesmo? Anne: “Love Choice”. É um filme de romance que a Sasha, a Marcy e eu adoramos *Após o filme, todos menos Luffy, que dormia profundamente, assim como Zoro, assistiam os créditos com reações diversas* Anne: E aí? O que acharam? Franky, já chorando muito: Ah!!! Eu adorei! É uma linda história de amor! Me deu até vontade de escrever uma música sobre essa linda história, ela se chama: “Constance e Alaster, um amor jovem” Usopp: Wow wow wow!!! Como assim, Franky? Claramente a história de amor aqui é entre a Constance e o Hunter! Ele é um homem de verdade e apaixonado que faria tudo pra proteger a Constance mesmo que ele tivesse que abdicar do resto de sua humanidade Sanji: Alguém que está pronto para abdicar de tudo por uma mulher, é alguém verdadeiramente apaixonado Usopp: Isso aí, Sanji! *Os 2 batem as mãos* Chopper: Eu gosto do Alaster, ele não é aceito pelos humanos, mas quer ficar junto da Constance porque ela aceitou ele. Eu gostei disso nele Franky: Falou de forma SUPER, Chopper Brook: Eu tambem gostei do jovem Alaster. Uma alma atormentada que esta finalmente encontrando aqueles que pode compartilhar bons momentos. Franky, se me permite gostaria de acompanhá-lo na homenagem ao lindo romance de Alaster e Constance Franky, já puxando o seu violão: É ISSO AÍ, BROOK!!!! Usopp: Caramba estamos perdendo, Sanji Sanji: Eu estou surpreso de logo esses 2 irem com a cara do homem servo Usopp: E você, Robin? De qual você gostou mais? Robin: Acho que gostei mais do Hunter Franky: QUE?!?! Eu achei que o Alastor era mais a sua cara, Robin Robin: Não… acho que gostei mais do Hunter mesmo Usopp, apontando para Nami e Anne: Agora estamos empatados! Só faltam vocês duas! Nami: Hmm… Eu gostei mais daquela irmã do Alaster, a que era vidente e tudo mais. Claramente ela também tava afim da Constance Usopp: Mas não estamos falando disso, a discussão é entre Alaster e Hunter! Qual deles vai ser? Nami: Se é assim, então acho que esses 3 deveriam deixar de besteira e ficarem os 3 juntos de uma vez Todos, menos Anne, Robin e Nami: QUE!?!? Nami: É, tipo, claramente os 2 gostam dela e ela gosta deles 2 também, então nada mais normal que eles todos juntos de uma vez. Ela namora os 2 ou os 3 namoram de uma vez entre sí Usopp: E-E você, Anne? Franky: É, você viu esse filme mais vezes que todos, se tem alguém que pode resolver isso aqui, é você Anne: Eu to com a Nami nessa Todos, menos Anne, Robin e Nami: QUE!?!? Anne: Na verdade, esse é meio que o consenso entre a Sasha, a Marcy e eu, todas nós achamos que esses 3 deveriam ficar juntos de uma vez Nami: Hum… Sério, Anne? Que bom saber... Anne: ?

*Todos então olharam para aquilo e começaram a rir da discução idiota que estavam tendo e começaram a conversar sobre outras coisas do filme enquanto arrumam as coisas e acordavam Luffy e Zoro* E essa foi a primeira, mas não última guerra de ship dos Chapéus de Palha

#amphibia #amphibia au #one piece #one piece au #onephibia au #anne boonchuy #mugiwara crew #sashannarcy #love choice #frobin

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weebsinstash · 2 years ago

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werewolf bakugou sure as hell sounds like the insufferable asshole reader would reject and leave. he torments her and treats her like shit and when she fucks off into the sunset to be away from his reaction is just >:O

These fucking audiobooks really have me about to be on some shit like "Yandere Werewolf Bakugou x Reader where you just absolutely beat the shit out of him and even try to kill him and you do not love him AT ALL and wish death on him and his entire family"

Like ok, I admit I'm guilty and even had like kind of a plot going and building up in my head over time. Reader is a werewolf and is technically from Bakugou's pack because her parents are, but she was born outside the pack and was living off of pack grounds and was like 10 or something when her parents are killed by rogues, which horribly traumatizes her and she becomes a werewolf with a crippling fear of dogs and wolves. Reader, who has been raised in the human world up to this point, is brought to live in the pack now that you have no remaining family to take care of you, and you absolutely hate it for all sorts of reasons. There are wolves everywhere, the way their society operates is completely different than the rest of the country, ILLEGAL you would argue, like everything about them creeps you out, you're openly disgusted each time you learn something new

I imagine in comes Bakugou, you meeting as kids, and as an Alpha blood he's a hot headed little bastard. He probably thinks it's funny how you're a werewolf who knows almost nothing about wolves. Did your parents not love you enough to teach you where you came from? You're so shaking and weak, have you even started your training like the rest of them? And I imagine at some point his overbearing bully persona combines with his Alpha urges to hunt and dominate and he starts chasing you, as a game, he's howling with laughter as you can't even come close to outrunning him because, he can shift and you can't. You're just literally screaming and crying and he pounces on you to pin you down and he doesn't even realize what he's doing before you're pissing yourself and hyperventilating because all you see is a wolf's sharp snapping jaws right on top of you, right in your face, and some adults finally respond to all the screaming and come and peel Bakugou off of you as you refuse to let anyone touch you

Bakugou is a few years older than you so he's already able to shift, but everyone gets their wolf at different ages, and he sneers st you to "just wait until you get YOUR wolf" and before he can even continue you just burst into tears "I don't WANT a wolf!!! I HATE wolves!!!

All of this gets worse the more you learn about Wolfen society to the point you're openly and verbally expressing your disgust, like imagine sitting in your little werewolf school not being allowed to actually get a proper education on the country you're in and instead learning about werewolf laws and societies and Mr Aizawa is explaining the mate bond and how one mate's touch can help calm down the other and going into detail into those certain functions and you just BURST INTO TEARS "It can CONTROL YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS? But that's RAPE! That isn't even REAL LOVE!!" and instantly earning the scorn of like, MOST OF YOUR PACK

As you get older you could not make it any more clear that you have no interest in contributing to the pack in any way, and the pack itself reinforces that. You don't get your ability to mind link and perform the ritual to join the pack bond until you get your wolf, so you "officially" becoming a member of the pack is delayed, year, after year, after year, until people are openly discussing with each other theories on what must be wrong with you. People are treating you like an outcast. Parents are telling their pups "now be a good pup and listen to your Alpha and be good for your pack or else the Moon Goddess will take your wolf just like The Outsider" and some people are just genuinely openly contemptuous of you (and you often give them reasons to, insulting their culture, usually rightfully so though, and often referring to them as if they are a completely different, primitive, and subhuman species than yourself)

Bakugou is training to try and compete and earn the coveted packs Head Alpha position and over the years you react to him less and less and I imagine it eventually escalates to Reader fighting back, and I have several ideas where the plot branches from here but one big revenge idea I keep having is, Bakugou usually chases Reader on a sort of schedule, maybe a specific time and along a specific route, and after years of being tormented, he's chasing you down and SNAP! You'd littered the path with actual fucking bear traps and lead him through the minefield until he stepped into one, and when he's on the ground howling in pain, before he has any time to react, because he's shocked you were capable of this, you proceed to beat the shit out of him, literally kicking and stomping him in the head and chest and ribs because, hey, he's such a big strong werewolf, what can a weak pathetic little crybaby like you do, right?! At least that's what you're screaming at him as you let loose YEARS of rage at not just him but the entire pack and even the Moon Goddess herself onto his body like, he's not gonna die but you draw blood, leave bruises, and eventually break bones. At some point he's not sure if you intend to teach him a lesson or actually kill him

And from here there are branching paths depending on like what I were to hypothetically choose

-the current Alpha is Bakugou's mom Mitsuki and she banishes Reader from the pack after what she does to her son and the future Alpha, and when Bakugou finally becomes Alpha himself years later, he summons everyone back to the pack lands for his ceremony, attendance mandatory, and that's when he finally has the authority to overrule his mother's decree to see Reader again, and maybe has to send people to retrieve her because she refuses to come back and a big reason she refuses is that she argues that, since she was never formally inducted into the pack, she is not an official member and thus, not obligated to return or even listen to what Bakugou says

-option b is Reader just straight up ages out of the system, refusing to participate in pack events or learn their culture or history and refusing to train or hang out with any of them, even the ones who might like her, and eventually one day just announces out of the blue "ok yall according to article 7 of the official pack law any wolf aged 18 or older can decide if they want to stay in the pack, so, i renounce you guys as my pack and choose to become a rogue" and everyone is fucking shocked because, werewolves are pack animals, how are you going to survive without other wolves? And you never even got your own wolf!

-option 3 is that Reader literally attempts suicide and pack adults send her to live elsewhere since she is clearly miserable in the pack and she winds up living in the human world again

(meanwhile Reader's case with shifting is multi choice of 1. She's literally been praying/cursing Moon Goddess her entire life not to give her a wolf because 'this is MY body, MY choices' and straight up threatening to kill the wolf if she gives her one 2. Reader actually did get a wolf when she was either sent away or alone and she somehow succeeds in rejecting her wolf or even killing her 3. Moon Goddess compromises and let's Reader have werewolf powers but not an actual wolf spirit, so you basically become an Alpha who cannot be controlled or ordered or taken over by your wolf, because you have no wolf, it's just you still being able to shift and havin all the perks of being awakened 4. Reader is a Lycan and doesn't shift until her like 20s and she finally shifts and she's bigger and stronger than all of them or 5. Reader is just a weird one-off case where she's a super late bloomer and maybe you don't even have your first shift until you're literally about to leave pack grounds and maybe Bakugou is RIGHT THERE and is absolute bonkers in yonkers THRILLED you finally have a wolf (and maybe you finally awakening activates a mate bond maybe idk)

I love the idea of like, Reader is in wolf form in front of Bakugo for the first time, whether it's your first shift or merely the first time he's seen you like this, and you instantly turn around and pounce on him and claw him up and beat his ass, like you INSTANTLY jump at the opportunity to throw hands with him and show him exactly what you think of him, like he's suddenly forced to have his like, his own Manhea Male Lead moment where he has to go "oh shit was I actually being absolutely unforgivable this whole time? I-I was just joking around, please don't go 🥺" ESPECIALLY if you turn out to be his mate

Like imagine it's a scenario where you've been gone for years and you're finally forced to briefly return to the pack and he sees you for the first time in forever and he instantly feels the mate pull but when he sprints up to you not only do you look absolutely disgusted but you don't even give him a chance before hitting him with "I reject you as my mate" and barely stop to breathe as you start a laundry list of reasons why you hate him/think he will never be good enough and at the end maybe you just kind of smirk "but maybe at the end of the day it doesn't matter what you do regardless because, you're still just a stupid, matted, rabid little wolf, and I would literally rather die than spend the rest of my life with one of you"

You really gotta hit him where it hurts. Gotta pay him back somehow for all those years he called you his prey and you around trying to scare you, right? The hunter becomes the hunted.

#yandere stuff #sinprompts #we do be getting goofy here sometimes

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officiallralsei · 2 years ago

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ok since you all have been asking for it: here's my ramble/essay on Why Being A Darkner Sucks. also read this post by @tvlandofficial as a sort of starter introduction to my thoughts first since the op lays out most of the basics for me. sorry in advance for this being sorta disorganized and rambly; I slept very little last night so im just gonna blurt out my thoughts now and then maybe type up a neater and prettier version of them later for a more formal essay lol

so we all know that darkners are represented via objects in the light world. seam is a plushie, queen appears to be a specific program in a computer, lancer is a card, etc, etc. they don't appear to be aware that they are literally objects, mind, but they do believe that they exist to serve lightners and that without being useful they lack a reason to exist. a version of the toy story problem, if you will.

this is horrific for multiple reasons.

there's a lot of purely physical considerations. imagine being an object. if you break, do you have a guarantee someone will fix you? do you just have to deal with it if they don't fix you? (yes.) imagine your whole world and existence being represented by objects in a room. what if a higher being can just scoop you up and take you away from everything you've ever known? what if a higher being comes in and decides that, actually, they'd really like to smash you apart and leave you that way? or smash apart the room that is your world? you don't have a way to protest that.

then we get to the psychological. okay, so you, and everyone you know, purportedly get some level of fulfillment/satisfaction from being used. that's horrific on an ethical level (imagine being psychologically engineered to enjoy existing for someone else's benefit!) but also just horrific in general. what if being used burns you out or torments you in some way? is that possible? what if the beings you rely on to give you that satisfaction abandon you? can you even easily find happiness once those beings are gone? what would losing that purpose do to someone?

well, we get our answer, and we get it literally in spades! both the route bosses and the secret bosses deal HEAVILY with the consequences of potentially losing that purpose. spades king raging against the lightners, queen wishing to control them in some ways, jevil claiming that true freedom is found in his prison, spamton desperately and wretchedly trying to claw his way to heaven. and seam, also, with their worn body and extreme nihilism. losing the purpose that gives their lives meaning fucks a darkner up bad.

and losing that meaning... it's kind of inevitable! all objects break someday. this isn't a bad thing in the real world, since objects don't have people attached to them. we can just throw things out if we don't need them anymore. but to a darkner, this represents irreparable psychological suffering. we don't see much evidence that darkners know how to construct meaning for themselves. once the light abandons them, that's it. they're done. they can rage at it or claw at it to get it back, but ultimately, it's pretty futile. there's no escaping that fate.

so they're stuck at the whims of these higher beings. no way out of it, no real agency within it. even objects that are very loved will likely be abandoned or broken someday. look at seam! they appear to be someone's favorite plushie once upon a time! and now they're just a jaded old creature in their shop. being free of the lightners just means fading into despair. a darkner will be used, or it will lose all meaning. these two very terrible options are the only ones they have. they don't even get to pick which one they get.

there's also the level of horror that is the lightners' ignorance to all this! tvlandofficial has a really good take on it with their characterization of tenna: she worships toriel, but toriel is just a lady watching television. she doesn't know there's guys in there! and they don't know she's just an ordinary person! granted, this is a fanon take, but I think it's a really good one. it highlights the fact that the darkners are dependent on beings who are completely unaware of their existence.

(by the way, this has slowly become my favorite headcanon for why kris' side of the room doesn't have more than the bare minimum. I like the idea that kris found out about darkners, was freaked the hell out by the idea of their objects being people who are forced to serve them, and threw it all away in an attempt to liberate them. this is also the reason why the TV keeps getting unplugged - kris feels weird about using it and so unplugs it frequently. now this SUCKS as a method of liberation for reasons I've already outlined, but I quite like the idea that kris is a compassionate kid who doesn't have the best grasp on what they're doing. they canonically have a tendency to project their own struggle for agency re: the player onto other things, if the game's narration is anything to go by. they may have thought that simply stopping their usage of the objects would fix the problem, since the player stopping their possession would certainly help THEM.)

it sucks. there's no way out. ralsei, the character who seems to be the most aware of what his position as a darkner means (he knows about the light world's layout! he knows that darkners are objects! and he knows about the player!) appears to be pretty entrenched in justifying the horror inherent to his own existence, but I think it's a losing battle. being calm about unimaginable cruelty won't help you through it. it'll just blind you to your own suffering and the suffering of others. something's got to give. these characters have got to have agency.

and what will give them that?

well. I think that whatever method kris eventually finds to permanently break free of our control, they won't leave the darkners behind. someday, I'm certain, all of them will be free. what that means exactly is still up to the future of the story, but I'm very sure it'll happen. the implications of this world suck, kris' agency is a struggle that's centered, and it's reflected in the darkners. there's gonna be a payoff somewhere that frees them of their fates.

#admin #THERE. rambly essay completed. maybe mild spoilers for the end of this rp but like. come on.#im not gonna leave ralsei to be the omelas child forever. he WILL revolutionize the world #it will just take time :)

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typhonbaalhammon · 10 months ago

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About Wuthering Heights

So I've finally read Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights, and I just felt like this is the kind of thing you post about on Tumblr.

I make no guarantees that these observations will be new or interesting to you if you have read the book, in fact they're probably old hat if you have

Here be spoilers for the novel.

Ok so the first thing that struck me is that it's one of these novels where a character Has An Accent.

For some reason English writers just looove to have a character with an accent and take great pain to transcribe it, in spite of the fact (or perhaps because of the fact), that if you haven't heard the accent itself, you won't have a clue how to read them. (This is because the English orthographic system is absolutely terrible and completely inadequate for giving phonetic indications. It's not even good for "standard" English).

So anyway I had a painful time making anything out of Joseph's dialog because he has a Yorkshire accent, here are some excerpts :

« Aw sud more likker look for th’ horse,’ he replied. ‘It ‘ud be tuh more sense. Bud, Aw can look for norther horse, nur man uf a neeght loike this »

« Thank Hivin for all! All warks togither for gooid tuh them as is chozzen, and piked aht froo' th' rubbidge! Yah knaw whet t' Scripture ses— »

« "Whet are ye for?" he shouted. "T' maisters dahn i' t'fowld. Goa rahnd by th' end ut' laith, if yah went tuh spake tull him. »

Thankfully he's not too important a character, although he is present from the beginning to the end and always here to make me stumble with his "shoos" and "ai".

Otherwise, I'm really struck by the contrast between what people talk about when they talk about the book, and what's actually in there. The love triangle and the tormented passion between Cathy and Heathcliff really doesn't make up the bulk of the book.

I can see why nobody gives a damn about Lockwood (the first narrator) and Nelly Dean is in fact relatively unsympathetic.

But really most of the characters are.

This is not in fact a romantic book, it's a book about hateful people (chief among them Heathcliff) doing hateful things to each other or to innocent victims, including literally torturing innocent puppies.

Very well written and convincing, you understand completely why they are as they are, but it's quite bleak. It's also a book about grief because for a book where nobody murders anybody, there's a remarkably high bodycount.

I guess it's realistic (in real life the rev. Patrick Brontë outlived his wife and all of his six children so you can see where that was coming from).

And so that makes the ending a bit strange, in the sense that I don't think anyone can join Nelly Dean celebrating Catherine Jr's marriage to puppy-torturer and illiterate brute Hareton Earnshaw, but maybe that's the point.

But overall there's a sense of claustrophobia from this novel and the least understandable part of it is why do characters who manage to leave the moors later come back.

Isabella is probably the character with the least miserable life because although she's a victim of manipulation and (maybe) of assault, at least she gets the fuck out of Yorkshire.

Anyhoo, that's my impressions of this classic of English literature. I'm deeply impressed by the fact that all of its major characters have their own wikipedia page, last time I read a novel where this was the case was Marcel Proust's À la Recherche du Temps perdu which is much, much, longer.

The first time I'd heard about Wuthering Heights was when I was a kid and I read a children's book (Kamo : l'Agence Babel by Daniel Pennac) about a kid who is learning English through a pen-pal agency and he becomes obsessed with his pen-pal, who is supposedly Catherine Earnshaw (yep). (and there turns out to be a somewhat logical diegetic explanation)

Somehow this book attracts fanfic writing.

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#Wuthering Heights #Emily Brontë #English literature #Daniel Pennac #Youtube

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socialprawn · 2 years ago

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I want to eat Agape with a spoon! Bless you. What is her relationship with her companions?

Thank youuu, she will probably taste kind of bitter though /u\

I received a similar ask emmmm in 2018 and I said I would draw it but I never did. Now I can answer writing wise and use the other ask to draw, fulfilling its purpose (⓿_⓿)

It is LONG so, under cut:

DAO:

Alistair: They end up being together but that is only because he is a very brave dude, otherwise she would not have initiated anything :V She and him are not every much alike but they complement each other a lot, plus they are both very determined souls and goal-oriented so that is a plus for both of them. She makes him more determined and he makes her feel cherished (ಥ _ ಥ)

Morrigan: They are made of the same cloth. However Agape is pro-circle (sceptic for 'herself and people who can prove themselves', but pro-circle nonetheless) and very, very ignorant and inexperienced with the real life world. At first, Morrigan disliked Agape but her interest into the forbidden magics was very punk of Agape, and Morrigan got to appreciate her. She was her pillar when it came to dealing with Mouse. (For those who don't know, Agape is an abomination and failed her Harrowing). Basically, sisters.

Leliana: Agape loved that she was from the distant country of Orlais and she ended up dressing up with everything Leli was describing her; fancy ribbons, flowers, embroidered shoes. She let Leli braid her hair. Leliana found Agape both precious and fierce. Agape always went to her for advice and really enjoyed her brain. She appreciated that despite her melancholy, she was willing to chat about anything with great excitement, and they also prayed together 💪

Wynne: Very rocky.... Wynne didn't like Agape since the times in the Circle. Agape was very much a teacher's pet, and Wynne is not fond of snarky perfectionists. When Agape was found to be an abomination, Wynne tried to slay her, with the reasoning of Alistair taking over (which was basically doom for Ferelden). Agape found her disappointing and a hypocrite, all things considered with her being an 'abomination' also.

Zevran: Agape was kind of scared of Zevran's view on life and killing, but she was always encouraging his flirtations because she lovessss validation, making Alistair uncomfortable. Agape is very awkward with very confident people and they didn't have a lot in common, so Zevran liked to learn more about her over wine in the campfire. They spoke of their deepest corners of their souls with ease, in the end. Separating in the end felt natural but their company together was very important for Agape to feel more human and less of a Warden Mage Killing Machine.

Sten: Agape's crush 😪 Absolute respect for each other that took hard work by both of them... Agape only knew Qunari from legends but she had no idea she would see one in her lifetime, so she was curious. Sten appreciated Agape's determined spirit and no-bullshit attitude, however he agreed with Wynne for Agape to be slain after she explained her reasoning. He absolutely loathes blood magic and spirits. This later only made their bond stronger however, as he truly felt she was a master of determination being able to stop the blight while being tormented by a demon.

Oghren: Nope.

Shale: I think Shale found her adorable. Some moss grew on the crevices of her body and she said "We are matching, you and your flowers, me and my moss. Aren't we positively girly right now?"

DAA

Anders: They started out as how Morrigan and Alistair were in DAO pretty much, only they have way too much in common with their upbringing. They wouldn't shut up about the Circle. "And do you remember when x did this XDDD" Agape was a Commander now and with no demon whispering bullshit, so her confidence was sky-rocket high, and she was much chattier and relaxed. She liked joking a bit more and she received the Alistair sarcasm training. They were OK. Anders found her to be a bit of a stuck-up princess but he was also amused by it. Let it all floww attitude.

Nathaniel: They were more than OK. Agape's other crush 😭 As soon as he mentioned his expedition to Kirkwall she immediately went "I've heard tha the Amells are nobles in Kirkwall!!" They bonded over how obviously snobby they both are. It really helped Agape be comfortable with him despite his assassination attempt, over the fact that she pulled her Duncan-oriented BOSS move to recruit him. She was determined to help him. HOWEVER, she killed her dad 1970's Carrie style, so this doesn't help them get very very friendly. She did apologise in the end but obviously what she did was too harmful. (Especially knowing that she enjoyed it 😬)

Justice: Justice knew Agape was an abomination even though she doesn't use her blood magic or mentions Mouse in DAA. He wasn't distrustful of her as he judged her for her actions, and could truly see her separated from Mouse. When he decided to 'warn' her, she panicked and told him that after she finds someone to replace her, she will attempt to defeat Mouse. Justice evaluated her and believed her, as she has never done anything unjust. It's a different story if she's dangerous.

Velana: I think Agape was too impatient to deal with Velana's hatred towards humans. When she gave her the notebook, Velana immediately snapped at her and Agape threw it on the floor LOL. Short fuse. I think an older, more mature Agape would reflect on her relationship with Velana with great regret.

Sigrun: Sigrun is my favourite DAA companion (❤´艸｀❤) however Agape did not bond with her much as their relationship was very impersonal. Agape gave her a note with her favourite books and Sigrun followed it to the t <:

I haven't finished DAA yet and I know Velana's and Sigrun's personal quests are bugged so maybe these relationships will change...

That's it! There's a tonne more but I'd rather doodle them or write short fics maybe?! Whoever cares about these hehe c:

#i know most wont read but i need this as an archive for myself also!#referential point for my comics #sometimes i forgetttt #i dont like how i WRITE i dont think my stuff comes across but it is ok #we are trying 💪#agape amell

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notasapleasure · 2 years ago

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Doctors, series 7 episode 134, 'The Two of Us' (2006)

Joplin's second run at neverending BBC daytime soap, Doctors. It was on youtube the whole time! So maybe if I try hard enough I can find his episode in season 4 too, wish me luck...

Gary! I didn't try hard enough to find you before evidently.

Ru ro, hiding wedding ring? Or just finally getting rid of it after splitting from the woman we see next talking about how excited she is to have the baby of the guy she just broke up with...?

Guys this episode is 1. v soapy and 2. v Joplin heavy! Enjoy!

Some flowers arrive for him, aww!

Double aww he's man enough to admit he was nervous about meeting up with his ex, and he's been ticking off the weeks since they split up :')

"So what are we here to discuss...on our wedding anniversary?"

"I'm sorry, it was just a coincidence."

Holy shit lady

"Look Gary, it's just another day!"

"It's gonna take me a while to see it like that."

But he's been seeing 'Pippa' for a month or so, which really flummoxes unnamed pregnant lady,* who spills sparkling water everywhere.

*Claire

Oh my god, the supporting ladies are all dressed as pirates during their downtime. This IS 2006!!

oh dang one of them is Pippa...

lololol "That's what we came here to discuss isn't it? A permanent separation?"

Gary, tormented by ~~memories~~ wishes to sell the old flast and get a divorce. Claire still hasn't broken the baby news to him.

"I've still got some of your CDs back at the flat."

"I'm not missing any."

"Not even your Spice Girls album?"

"I never owned a Spice Girls album."

"You don't remember dancing round the kitchen to Wannabe?"

Babe, are you sure it wasn't your Spice Girls album?

He DID buy it!

Oh no, Pippa found a note on the flowers he accepted delivery for earlier: 'Dear Claire, happy anniversary, love from Gary xx'

And now Gary and Claire turn up joking about CDs!

Claire has to take a work call and Pippa wants to know...

"Has she come for her flowers?"

"Oh."

Babe.

He is a useless wet rag of a man who had a standing order with the florist and forgot to cancel it. And forgot to tell Pippa he was having lunch with his ex. Oopsie oopsie.

Meanwhile, that stress might be getting to pregnant Claire....

Man Pippa is insecure about Gary having lunch with his ex.

But y'know. He's pathetic and gorgeous so she forgives him.

Off she goes, but Claire's called a nurse to their address and Gary notices something's not right.

"Pregnant? How?"

now, sweetheart, has no one explained...?

"No one said it was impossible Gary, just highly unlikely..." (Claire has fibroids)

Ohhhhhhhh she lied and said 12 weeks and not 20!! The look of relief on his face oh no lady this is gonna bite you in the ass we're only 13.55 minutes into a 28 minute episode!

"Talk about me rushing into things... whose is it then?"

Ajsjdjjdjfff watching Claire dig this hole in real time as Gary reminds her that for years she was the one who said she didn't want kids because of her business (standard career woman vs mum conflict 🙄)

But to be fair she's also like 'what was I meant to say to every nosey fucker who asked when we were starting a family?'

Whatever Pippa's work is it seems to involve bitching about Claire with her colleague non-stop. Meanwhile Claire is telling the nurse how Gary *clearly* doesn't want kids. While Gary's making actual heart eyes down the phone to Pippa. And...not helping matters by lying to Pippa about Claire having left 'soon after you'. Are all soap characters compulsive liars??

Naturally Pippa hears voices, he says something unconvincing about the TV and her friend is listening and is gonna feed that suspicion...not least as Claire left him not vice versa.

I feel like Claire is being a real nob about Gary, assuming things about him when she never tried to speak to him about them...

He keeps putting on funny voices though, which is adorable. "She was always career-minded. ~~not the '''m0thERing kINd'''~~" ok babe way to not actually disguise your true feelings. He does admit that they were shit at listening and talking to each other so. Idk. Growth through distance?

Oooh Claire's bleeding and Pippa's at the door coz she left her keys!

Pippa is straight up batshit. Confronts Gary about Claire still being there and when he says she's pregnant and ill Pippa doesn't seem to get why he can't just...throw her out on the streets.

When he goes back up, the nurse leaves them alone and Claire, who's already been opening up about her vulnerabilities, admits to Gary it's his.

Obviously it turns out they both wanted kids hurp durp

And natch Gary *doesn't* want a divorce

And of course Claire is freaked out at the idea of staying together just for the kid because that's what made her parents miserable

But look at the puppy dog eyes

He knows the problem was they stopped talking

Meanwhile Pippa just....hands the keys back and goes

Claire! How can you say no to a man with that many shirt buttons undone?? Professing his love for you??

And now he knows Pippa's left him so he's free to badger Claire into being allowed to come to the hospital.

"I'm coming as a friend."

...as the actress said to the bishop 😏

Omg the original airing was followed later that day by Julian Clary's Who Do You Think You Are? which I must have watched...

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Rating

Dead? Nope!

Evil? No, not even a bad boyfriend!

Affects the plot? Now, I don't think Doctors operates on the basis of 'plot' so much as...placing one-off characters in situations. He's not the one with most control over the situation, but he does his best to assert himself bless.

Now, if you're into that kind of thing, I imagine he's very gorgeous. I am into the look, but the frank discussions of actually wanting a baby...not so much. Those undone buttons though! The side-lighting on his eyes! 3/5, it's good to be back in the game, Joplin fans <3

#adventures in joplin sibtain's imdb page #joplin sibtain #chook sibtain #bbc doctors #doctors #doctors tv show #doctors tv #doctors soap

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toastess-with-the-mostess · 1 year ago

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Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 8: The Stolen Lion

Training time for the princess! I'm not sure if it's canon or not, but I feel like Lance is the best flyer out of all of them, so it's nice to see that he's the one training Allura up there

Lance talking smack and still getting proved right when Allura can't hit him Why did a smack to blue's forehead send a jolt of electricity to Allura?? She's free-falling right now and that doesn't make sense

Someone else saved Allura this time! He was pretty snarky about it too when the boys finally got to her in that traction beam

Introducing Prince Bokar, I know his story, but it'll be nice to see how it plays out

He's looking for a bride and destiny led him to Allura apparently, but she's not buying it Now she does after he says he'd never hurt her

Lance being sassy again and starting his human lie-detector streak THIS MAN IS TRYING TO GET HIS ADRENALINE ANYWHERE, FLIPPING OFF THE TOP OF RED LION LIKE THAT

"You, up there, come down!" "Alright I'm down, your high and mighty majesty" GET HIM LANCE

Nanny said she wished two young men fought over her, this is probably where the Allurance started I'm an allurance shipper but not for this voltron show so right now I'm only reacting to nanny with heavy judgement

Pidge and Hunk being the only real ones who help Lance, but Keith is just staring down Bokar for being a piece of shit LMAO

Lance making good points about Bokar travelling by himself when a prince wouldn't do that, especially if he was in search for a bride

Apparently Lance knows how a space pirate fights, more angst material for meee

NANNY HAS NO CHILL MY GOD

Pidge learns not to insult the woman that gives him desserts, apparently he likes astrocakes which I like to think are just moonpies with a different name

R E V E N G E

And the reveal that Bokar really is evil His plan is to kidnap Allura and blue for Zarkon, fun Oh and apparently Koba is still watching on Arus and tormenting the mice while he's at it lol

Lance is still on his rampage about Bokar being evil, he's right of course, but man is he volatile

COBRAS IN THE VENT LANCE WAKE THE FUCK UP SINCE WHEN DID LANCE HAVE A KNIFE UNDER HIS MATTRESS

Lance's room number is R110, Keith's is R112, Hunk and Pidge came out of the same room which I assume would be either R111 or R113 I like to think Pidge and Hunk were having a sleep-over holy shit it keeps switching between r110 and r112 for Lance, jfc why does animation do this

MORE COBRAS suddenly the other boys have daggers, I guess they all have em

mmmm they want prince Bokar to pilot blue, obviously it's still early one as the princess agrees that she shouldn't be in blue unless in emergency but still GROSS they haven't tested his combat flight skills, I'm very much a stickler for the rules

This is where lance's sharp shooting skill probably started, he shot at bokars arm but only to hit the cobra under his sleeve which revealed that bokar was indeed the reason why the cobras were in the castle

I don't like that the princess just faints at the sight of a cobra, I know it's a very real fear for people but still that girl has seen nightmares come alive I think she can handle a danger noodle

Alfor ex machina returns again, is alfor part of voltrons spirit?

bokar tries to threaten her to fly blue but she refuses to but keith makes the weird ass call to follow his commands maybe it's to get them out of the water

AND THEN SHE FAINTS AGAIN WHEN SHE SEES HIS ACTUAL COBRA FORM ok this one i kind of understand but goddamn girl get a GRIP

out the open head hatch he goes apparently he can glide with those cobra wings of his

Voltron when we didn't even wake up Allura? I mean I guess she's awake now but maybe make that obvious to the audience guys

Prince bokar is technically listed as a robeast, but it's just his name, he weighs 3960 short tons in his giant form though

suddenly a real lion fades in and roars as voltron is slicing bokar in half? ok i guess

Lance calling Nanny out for being superficial lmao

Allura makes a weird comment about being watched, so she doesn't get taking in by a pretty face and then almost whispers "Unless I want it to happen" girly pop what uh,,, what are you implying here

Episode end! This was a fun one, it's always interesting when the villains stop trying to be obvious and start being smart by sending in spies to get to the team instead

#voltron #voltron defender of the universe #voltron dotu #80s voltron #Let's Rewind!#toast talks #i drank an energy drink and this is my unnofficial adhd diagnosis #im EXHAUSTED because of it #i was fine before but nooo now i want to sleep EARLY #oh well at least ill get good sleep

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echologname · 10 months ago

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Spiritual warfare

Symptoms of being attacked

Being deceived is like living in a dream and a really not good one. I'm already saved, so, the closest to spiritual death was sleep. It's cringe when I look back at how foolish I was and all the chances I could have stopped my downward spiral but didn't. But I'm glad I was tormented by demons for about 3 years, no matter where I went, I was right where God wanted me to be even though I didn't know it.

What was true was false and what was false I thought was true. Everything was turned around in my mind! It felt like it was a piece of paper being crumpled and torn. I was hypocritical, I tried to make good choices but they never were, I kept lying and I didn't know how to stop.

Jesus Christ is the One who came with water and with blood. He did not come by water only. He came by both water and blood. And the Spirit says that this is true. The Spirit is the truth. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1John.5.6&version=ICB

I was detached from who I was, what I loved and from reality. People tried to tell me I was being lied to, I was being deceived, but I couldn't believe them.

The whole time, I was so hurt, angry and bitter. I was still the same little girl inside and I felt alone and lost and trapped in the darkness, I even embraced my emotional pain and my line of thinking and thought that was who I was now, and my past self was gone but I was always her, just a very confused, hurt and deceived version.

The thing about darkness is that we can't see in it but we can in light, and JESUS is the light.🔦 We'll hallucinate without truth to illuminate the lies. We'll also be easily illusioned if we're really tired and worn, both literally and spiritually.

I thought the enemy was my friend and not Jesus, my REAL friend who has loved me and saved me since I was a kid.

I remember, I'd walk around and strangers would ask me, "Are you OK?" I guess, my depression and mental and emotional anguish couldn't help but show through.

I even remember I was at work once and I could feel I was emanating a dark energy but I couldn't contain it. And I felt bad because I work with kids.

I felt trapped and guilty and ashamed and I think I was actually losing my mind.

I was kinda aware of the issue and how to fix it but it's like being half asleep, you're not fully aware of reality and everything's cloudy and fuzzy, you can't think straight. And The Enemy doesn't want you to be aware you're being lied to, they want to keep you under their control so, it's really hard to just trust when family said I was being deceived when I also believed the lie I couldn't trust them.

I checked all the boxes for foolishness:

A fool starts fights. (Proverbs 18:6)

A fool is easily upset. (Proverbs 12:16)

A fool believes everything he reads. (Proverbs 14:25)

A fool loves to talk, but hates to listen. (Proverbs 18:2)

A fool is fiercely independent. (Proverbs 28:26)

A fool makes light of sin. (Proverbs 10:23)

A fool hates their mama. (Proverbs 15:20)

I was really angry with my Mom but she didn't do anything to deserve that and we fought a lot during this time. And The Enemy turns people into fools to be more easily puppeteered and kead astray but God gives people wisdom.

Instead of the Fruits of the Spirit, you'll start to notice Thorns of the Flesh, like impulsively and compulsively buying things they don't need (greed), lying about everything when there isn't even a good reason to.

Remember if it's not love, it's from The Enemy.

Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous, it does not brag, and it is not proud. Love is not rude, is not selfish, and does not become angry easily. Love does not remember wrongs done against it. Love patiently accepts all things. It always trusts, always hopes, and always continues strong. Love takes no pleasure in evil, but rejoices over the truth. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1Cor.13.4,1Cor.13.5,1Cor.13.7,1Cor.13.6&version=ICB

I was quite the snarled, discolored and matter rats nest of old yarn. I think there were times where I would steak and lie and I didn't know why, I didn't know why I was thinking bad thoughts and a part of me was a little scared, knowing I was a minnow close to the jaws of a shark but Gid didn't and would NEVER let me get eaten. He stayed with me and fought for me.

So, yeah, after all that, I don't think I can ever be truly scared of any earthly thing because spiritual threats are far more dangerous and can lead to eternal death.

Prevention and treatment

First know the warning signs!

Please, for the love of God, even ONE step in the wrong direction is already going too far, because it's so much easier to take another little step and another until you have no idea where you are and who you are. I thought I had to be this "new me" and I certainly didn't feel like me, but I'm glad I was never as different as I thought, I was still my sweet 'ol self under all that nastiness.

Awareness is key here. The Enemy wants to keep you placid and oblivious to their influence on you. You know you're hurting but oddly you're convinced it's fine. And somehow They rationalize anything they want to make sense in your head when it's not at all and you believe it because you think they're your own thoughts and you only trust the foot of visible space in front of you.

They're going to do their best to keep you from seeing the light of the Gospel and of truth. And often times you may fall for it, and everything looks dark to you. The light still shines but The Enemy is just covering your eyes.

You really need to know the SECOND there's something wrong to spare yourself a lot of pain because The Enemy destroys instead of heals.

It started with doubting God's Word and doubting everything I knew. Doubt, even a TINY bit, creeps in and spreads like a poison, consuming the mind and before I knew it, my defenses were taken down, and it was trust, it was faith and it turns out, even though I loved God and read the Bible, I didn't know what that was or how to have it.

The Enemy keeps you AWAY from God.

The Light shines in the darkness. And the darkness has not overpowered the Light. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John.1.5&version=ICB

I've heard this verse explained as the dark doesn't understand the light and so, rejects it because the Hebrew word for "overcome" can also mean "understand." (Further explanation here: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14hUXbrUE7/?igsh=MWs1MGRrcGU5cTI2Yw==).

The dark squirms when there's Worship music or prayer, anywhere there's God's presence. An infected person would feel extremely uncomfortable (spiritual war inside one's mind and heart is indeed uncomfortable, most of the time, it's anguishing) and they just want that feeling to stop so they run from God. And the same thing when being tempted, it's uncomfortable, so, they give in. I feel for them I really do, but it's stuff like that, that HELPS and they believe the lie it would hurt when really they're just staying in the hurt.

But hurt is caused from sinning because if you're united in Christ, you share each other's sufferings and sin hurts Jesus because He pays the price for your wrong doings. If you're hurting, He's hurting, and if He's hurting, You are too. (That's what it means to "take up your cross" to let your old sinful self be crucified and brought into eternal life WITH and THROUGH Jesus).

So, that should be a REALLY big red flag! 🚩

I thought I wanted to see what it was like for people who come to God for the FIRST time, what that's like. But to do this, you'll have to be broken and "dead" and trapped in sin. It might have good intentions to finally understand what people are talking about (I asked Jesus into my heart when I was 4, so, I had no memory of a life without God to compare to) but unless it's God's Will to make you born again, I wouldn't be so quick to wish for that unless you understand you'll stand at the threshold of The Kingdom of Heaven, just close enough to enemy lines that you'll taste what Hell's like and there'll be demons trying to pull you over and it'll be a maddening mental, emotional journey but I gotta say, one I'm very blessed worked out the way it did.

Treatment:

Sometimes you just need someone to hug you so hard and so long, all the cold and numb parts of your spirit, your mind and heart, starts to melt. They squeeze all the nonsense, stubbornness and toxicity right out of you! Lies are the language of The Enemy and Love is The Language of God. The infected individual probably wouldn't understand, because The Enemy wants to keep them confused, so no matter what they say or do, keep praying, keep loving and being persistent in trying to break through the spell. Your loved one is being held captive inside their own mind and puppeteered by a dangerous, evil spirit.

God does say He can take control of minds:

The Lord can control a king’s mind as easily as he controls a river.He can direct it as he pleases. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Prov.21.1&version=ICB

But He's also very patient and wants us to CHOOSE goodness and righteousness. The Enemy doesn't care how you feel and would just take control and destroy you but God respects us and probably has a well calculated plan to win the battle in more than one move.

The inflicted would hunger for knowledge, anywhere else but The Bible but knowledge can be burdening, and further corrupt innocence it doesn't necessarily equal wisdom and all knowledge doesn't last forever.

Love never ends. There are gifts of prophecy, but they will be ended. There are gifts of speaking in different languages, but those gifts will end. There is the gift of knowledge, but it will be ended. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1Cor.13.8&version=ICB

Tactics:

Demons hate Jesus's name and especially Godly worship, so I will sing "Jesus loves me" over and over in my head and heart and especially aloud on my lips, shouting if I have to.

Sometimes you have to learn the hard way, a lot of advice and lessons in The Bible are more true and literal than you think. God's Words resound with His power, so repeat God's promises and Bible verses over and over, write them on your things and your body so you NEVER forget them and always have them with you to hold on to and give you hope.

Prayer! I talk to God all day and all night. It's like an open conversation, just send a DM when you need to. Talk to Him about ANYTHING, any thought or feeling, yes He knows them already but He won't be bored, just as long as you're reaching out to connect with Him and nourish your relationship. The worst thing you can do is stop and Ghost God. Prayer is INCREDIBLY powerful so, please, talk to God often, with all your love as if your life depended on it.

Suppose someone sees his brother in Christ sinning (sin that does not lead to eternal death). That person should pray for his brother who is sinning. Then God will give the brother life. I am talking about people whose sin does not lead to eternal death. There is sin that leads to death. I do not mean that a person should pray about that sin. Doing wrong is always sin. But there is sin that does not lead to eternal death. [Sin which brings eternal death is denying The Holy Spirit] https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1John.5.16,1John.5.17&version=ICB

Maybe every hour try and thank God for one thing? Thanking is praising and that's also super effective.

There's LOTS of ways to praise God in whatever you do. It's just showing Him your love and devotion. Draw a picture, write Him a song or a poem, plant a garden for Him, wear clothes that symbolically remind you of Godly things and just do things that you would for a dear family member to show them how much you care, appreciate and love them.

God's already won this battle and no matter how He'll do it, it's gonna be with LOVE. So, help him out and just keep your mind and heart on love. May seem cheesy if you're new, but Holy heck, NEVER underestimate the power of love.

How was I finally broken free? It started with quarantine in 2020, I took notice of nature and how it's good and beautiful and loved it and wanted to learn more about plants and animals. I was off school and work for the first time since being an adult and I got to spend time with my dog and family. Eventually, because my circumstances dramatically changed and allowed me to just reflect, every bad thing SLOWLY drifted away from me, (The Enemy especially preys on you when you're over worked and stressed) and I began to see love where it was a tiny bit clearer. The following year I started reading my Bible and talking to God again and it was so natural, so healing and familiar. We picked up where we left off and it was like everything that happened the years before never happened, they were just a bad dream (but I'm writing this because I'd be a fool if I were to deny these important years of growth and learning. Some say regrets, I say growing pains, some REALLY painful). And recently, I decided to rededicate myself to Christ.

Everyone who is a child of God has the power to win against the world. It is our faith that wins the victory against the world. So the one who conquers the world is the person who believes that Jesus is the Son of God. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1John.5.4,1John.5.5&version=ICB

So, faith is just believing, no matter what. No matter what you may be told to think otherwise and it's this belief with your WHOLE heart that'll give you victory. Just don't let it be taken in the first place, yeah? You'll hurt me if you don't heed this warning and make the past 7 years of my life all for naught and I swear I'll ugly cry.

That is why you need to get God’s full armor. Then on the day of evil you will be able to stand strong. And when you have finished the whole fight, you will still be standing. So stand strong, with the belt of truth tied around your waist. And on your chest wear the protection of right living. And also use the shield of faith. With that you can stop all the burning arrows of the Evil One. And on your feet wear the Good News of peace to help you stand strong. Accept God’s salvation to be your helmet. And take the sword of the Spirit—that sword is the teaching of God. Pray in the Spirit at all times. Pray with all kinds of prayers, and ask for everything you need. To do this you must always be ready. Never give up. Always pray for all God’s people.

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Eph.6.13,Eph.6.14,Eph.6.16,Eph.6.15,Eph.6.17,Eph.6.18&version=ICB

So, stopping praying is surrendering, stopping believing is giving victory to The Enemy and sinning is fighting for The Enemy. You REALLY don't want to do all three but if you do, like I did, then you'll truly know what grace means and to forever be in Jesus's debt and everlasting thankfulness for saving me from everlasting damnation because of my foolishness. So, just keep the light of the life Jesus gives shining, please? Remember, you can't see in the dark without it and when everything's black, you can be made to believe ANYTHING. That dark spot over there? It's a pony, that other similarly looking dark spot? A flat screen TV. "The light" is the knowledge of who Jesus is, it is salvation and the everlasting we have because of Him. I still really like this analysis of what "the light" is: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14hUXbrUE7/?igsh=MWs1MGRrcGU5cTI2Yw==

Every day, count your blessings, count every time God has answered your prayers or saved and protected you because in this very vulnerable state, you'll forget these things and God will seem more and more like a "fairytale," a children's story from the past.

If you don't know what to pray about, join a prayer requests group on Facebook or Prayer Works:

https://nwm.onlineprayerworks.com/wnwc/prayers

Or just give thanks, especially for the "bad" stuff because He always makes good from them.

If you're not under attack right now, then good for you, hit the books and get on your knees soldier, it's spiritual training season! Earth is a BATTLEFIELD of a war between Heaven and Hell since the dawn of time. So if life sucks sometimes, just look where you are, war isn't pretty, it's messy but you'll be OK if Christ is with you and you take necessary precautions to guard against attacks and especially to fight them off.

#christian #spiritual warfare #born again christian

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katswritingdump · 10 months ago

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It Takes Time

***Ok so heads up this piece is based off of a real event that happened to me but obviously some of it is exaggerated to fit the theme. It is a piece based off of that "You were a wonderful experience" "You were everything" scene.***

"This is so hard for me to say but it needs to be said. I think we were kind of always just friends under a different label. It's probably for the best that we go our separate ways. I think we work great as friends, however, and would love to continue that!" She said with guilt dampening her beautiful face.

You were a wonderful experience.

"Yeah I agree! We are becoming different people so we should just start to move on." I replied with a poorly schooled expression. Choking down thoughts not only to keep her from feeling worse but to convince myself I also want this.

Several days go by and that could be further from the truth. I don't want this. But it's too late, I think to myself as I watch her live her life like nothing ever happened.

Weeks pass and I still can't get her out of my head. Her smile, her laugh, her everything. It's like a song you want to hate so badly but you can't help but sing it whenever it comes on.

I speak to my friends about this and it's crystal clear she has moved on. They try to help me by saying she probably started before we split.

It just makes me feel awful. Like I did something wrong.

Then again, how could I not have? How can someone throw away years of their life like an old candy wrapper unless something along the way made them change their mind?

I tried to be good for her, for us but it clearly wasn't enough. I wasn't what she needed and I need to finally accept that. Despite how I feel when I hear her name. Despite it being months since we parted ways. Despite every part of my heart that I've given to her I need to wipe myself clean and just forget. Move on. Be done with the endless torment of continuing a friendship with someone I can't help but still be in love with.

You were everything.

Many months have passed and while my heart still aches whenever I see her face, I am getting better. I think a part of my heart will always belong to her but I am finally moving on. Finally feeling like me again. Now it is time to get to know this version without the attachment.

#breakup #moving on #healing #time #spilled thoughts #love #heartbreak

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fuckyeahilike · 1 year ago

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Sometimes you need to see the negative so you can see the positive. This myth that the other woman is not to blame for anything is easily disproven by the examples of women who refuse to do it.

I know the real life story of an 18 yo woman who was in a relationship with a married man in his 30s. She totally believed him, like the child that she was, when he told her that the divorce papers were in the mail and that as soon as the divorce became finalized he'd kick his wife out so they could live together.

From the girl's perspective she was dating a free man who was married in paper only. But the thought of what was to become of his wife began to torment her so she asked him how could he be sure that she would be ok. And he made the biggest mistake of his life when he answered that he didn't care if his ex died starving under the bridge, seeing as he didn't love her anymore and she was no longer his problem.

This admission of psychopathic indifference was very shocking to her kind heart and she asked for some time and space to think things over and broke up with him.

It will come as no surprise to the actual adults reading this that, of course, there never were any divorce proceedings and he and his long suffering often cheated on wife stayed together forever.

I will always love this girl because her compassion saved her. It was truly poetic justice that her kindness towards others was in the end just kindness to herself, although that was never her intention. She realized what a scumbag he was and what a bullet she had dodged and she swiftly moved on... which is more than what all the other mistresses can say for themselves. You have to be a certain kind of self-absorbed, selfish, self-entitled, cruel kind of person to see no problem in being instrumental in the breaking up of a marriage and of a family... when you could simply not do that. Like the guy said, in the eyes of a mistress if other people starve to death under the bridge that's not her problem.

I've heard that some such people wait forever in vain for this great guy - who lies to his wife and lies to his mistress, this wonderful catch of a man - to finally leave his wife and come home to them? And they cry a lot with self-pity, the kind of the pity that they save for themselves and for themselves only, that they couldn't get this wonderful prize of a man all to themselves, and that no thanks to them no families were broken up or children abandoned after all? Gee, I guess it sucks to be them. What a shame they never achieved their lofty goal of wrecking other peoples lives for their own personal benefit and at other people's expense.

cheating is always the fault of the partenered party. always. without exception. these side chicks / guys are morally dubious but they didnt wreck your marriage, your partener did. every time, universally.

#poetic justice #class traitors

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ruskeptical · 2 years ago

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I noticed the post you're mentioning being reblogged on my timeline and they DOXXED his last name.

Make him aware if you can. I don't know if he knows and he deserves to if he wants to report it.

I don't know if he LEGALLY uses that, but in the tags I saw a name that looked like a last name.

Unless they have someone in their BASEMENT, you shouldn't ever release that kind of information about someone. I felt physically sick seeing that present anywhere.

These people are sick and disgusting.

I hope Kirby is ok. I fucking mean that. Back when he broke up with his ex FNGR I rooted for his downfall.

Now I see this and I wonder how far they've strayed from their intentions, and if it ever was rightly placed to begin with.

I don't know what's worse. Using his last name or using the name that he used as a brony. Because if memory serves, he claimed FNGR was abusive to him.

And if that's true?

I don't want to believe it, but that's a second level of horrifying. I feel horrible even thinking about the harassment we gave back in those days.

We thought it would be funny to misgender and deadname (me and my friends.) We thought ourselves clever because we would make jokes at his expense about his insecurities with his body image. We made ourselves laugh like idiots saying HORRIBLE things about him behind closed doors.

We thought ourselves clever because we didn't think he was telling the truth.

Well, FNGR showed his true colors in 2020 and now I can't help but believe what he said.

And looking back at WHAT he said FNGR did, this is a rabbit hole.

An entire RABBIT HOLE.

Claims of sexual abuse online and irl, emotional abuse so severe I could even see him picking fights with him on live streams and tormenting him, at one point FNGR gave personal information about Kirby's in real life trauma with his family.

Just to be petty. He gave information that was so personal I couldn't believe my eyes.

He has an entire stream once dedicated to humiliating him. I thought it was rightly deserved at the time but now? Now I just feel it was for their enjoyment.

Kirby was abused by his ex. And his ex's group of bigoted friends. Looking back on it, I should have realized what was going on. But I was an idiot.

I'm rambling, but that's because a lot of information about the behavior of Saturn is coming to light.

I had no idea she sank so low as to endorse doxxing information and deadnaming.

The lack of proof on the post only further pissed me off. The claims they made didn't seem like Kirby. At all.

I remember he one time tracked down and personally confronted pedophiles for FNGR. Even as narrow minded as I was at the time, I saw the passion and the empathy.

FNGR would always silence him about it, but Kirby made it a point to say he's been a victim. That's why he cares.

Kirby isn't a pedophile or anything close to that. He's a victim. Even if he wasn't allowed to say what he went through with his grooming, I could tell it was severe from how angry he would get at the people who went after minors online.

I heard him crying once and it broke me.

Kirby seems like he's doing well, which is astounding to say the least.

His roleplay blog is nicely set up, his characters are cute.

His art has improved HOLY SHIT.

(Can't say much of the same for Saturn)

Even seeing her deadname him back in those days makes me cringe and repulsed.

I would reach out to him but I know if I do, SHE'LL know.

She somehow always knows that shit.

And I rather not deal with her lunatic screaming at me for giving her an ounce of criticism that goes unheard.

I hope you and Kirby are well. I mean that. I'm too ashamed of my past to come forward about who I am.

Maybe one day. But for now. Please please PLEASE take care.

This is incredibly heartwarming to read, and I'll make sure this makes it back to Kirby.

I will say though, if you want my opinion, you should get the fuck out of there too. You shouldn't, nor should anyone, have to live with a Sword of Damocles hanging over them like this. I can't promise these piranhas won't come after you too, but I can promise that you'll always find friendship and kindness. My DMs are open, and I'll stick my Discord at the end here too if you want to talk. And if you feel up to it eventually, I think you should tell Kirby all of this personally. It would mean a lot to him.

SKEPTICAL.#9670

#skep.text

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sonianvmd · 4 years ago

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thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

———

i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

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brummiereader · 1 year ago

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Warnings: "Arthur being an emotional and slightly psychotic mess" ahhh my favourite kind of Arthur 🥰. Nobody judge him 😠, he just needs a cuddle sometimes 😂. Heaven who are you?? Strange things keep happening in your presence 🤔. The raven following her was very ominous. I love how her heavenly presence follows her, how strangers pick up on it, there's definitely something about her, and I still haven't quite figured it out.

"Arthur’s whole being shivered with delight as soon as he recognized the enchanting and oh-so-peculiar tone of your voice" ❤️ i really loved this little line, he's like a giddy school boy when she's near him. 😩 Argh for god's sake…These two are the kind of couple you see in the street that can't keep their hands of eachother, enamoured with one another, totally in love. You kinda want to put your foot out trip them over, just so you can stop being tormented by their loved up fluffy bubble 😂 ( oh just me then…ok 😳😅)

Uh oh…does that drunk random know what he's doing talking to her 😳. Eeek!! "Arthur broke the glass he was holding in his hand" (I've got my popcorn ready! I should probably tell you that when I read, I comment in real time, so you're getting my in the moment reaction 😂) Wow, Arthur's jealousy is so intense 🙈 I can't watch but I want to watch! Your depiction of Arthur's thoughts spinning in his head is so incredibly well written, I can literally imagine his face right in front of me as his jealousy and anger increases!

I can't say it enough, this is so amazingly written, I feel like I'm there watching it play out. This is EXACTLY how I would imagine Arthur losing control. Nobody touches his woman, his angel. Wait wait wait shark, you say my fic is dark 😂😂! This passage of Arthur literally exploding with anger in a murderous frenzy is DARK, but guess what…i love it 😈 I absolutely LOVED the way you included the " by order of the peaky blinders" with each punch to Jim's face, genius!

Oh my god no Arthur…my heart ❤️…the moment he realises what he has done 😥. I know he nearly just killed someone but the way you write his guilt slowly showing is actually heartbreaking, it's like something takes control of him, he can't stop it, it overpowers him, and the only thing that can bring him back into reality is his angel 😩. "He nearly killed someone for you. What the fuck are you doing to my brother, eh" Umm Tommy? Isn't that what you make your brother do for you day in day out 🧐?

“By the way…" You looked at Thomas from above your shoulder. "You should keep an eye on Charles. You really should.” 😯😳, what does that mean?? She's not doing a very good job at persuading Tommy she's not a witch with these ominous remarks 😅, first she mentioned his wife now his son, there is definitely more to Heaven than we know.

Well damn…these two are perfect for eachother. They are going to be an unstoppable force together. This was an incredible chapter, when you said an emotional rollercoaster, you really meant it! Your writing is superb hun, it really is ❤️, You let the reader slowly block out everything around them as you draw them deeper and deeper into the story. The balance of the chapter is well portioned that you really feel that rollercoaster of emotions. Well done, I can't wait to read the next part ❤️

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: This is when things seem to get better with the Shelby family —at least with Polly— that a drunk client crosses the line with you at the Garrison. Haunted by his past insecurities and his burning jealousy, Arthur snaps. And he snaps very bad. For the first time since you've met, he reveals the beast he hides inside... And Tommy obviously uses the incident to blame you.

Words: 5k

TW: Angst, Obsessive behavior, extreme jealousy, graphic depiction of violence, murder, lot of blood, canonical violence, witch trial, allusions to smut, allusions to blood!kink, Arthur being an emotional and slightly psychotic mess

Notes:

✞ I don't condone Arthur's behavior. Also, keep in mind that Heaven is certainly a bit twisted too.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

PREVIOUS CHAPTER || Masterlist || NEXT

The sound of your heels hammering the cold pavement of Small Heath echoed in the nocturnal streets as you walked to the Garrison. Even though the expansion of the Shelby Company led the family’s interests away from the pub, they still hold the place dear to their hearts and sometimes they liked gathering there for old times' sake. Especially Arthur. Hence, rather than staying at home, reading in front of the fireplace, and dwelling on Polly’s odd behavior at the last family gathering, you decided to occupy your buzzing mind by surprising Arthur at the pub. A raven flew above your head and cawed, its presence stirring interest in you for he had followed you from the moment you had left your house. As you walked to the Garrison, you took a quick glance at the black bird’s silhouette, which was perched on a roof a few houses away.

"Silly boy, want to tell me something?" You told to it, amused. The animal, dressed with dark feathers, replied with another caw. You chuckled and kept walking.

The white dress and fur coat you were wearing contrasted so well with the dull night that the few people you passed were not sure what they had just seen. Indeed, the moon's glow reflected its light on your porcelain skin, adorning your frail body with an almost supernatural aura. That was why some of them thought they had caught sight of an angel, just like Arthur did the first time you and he met.

When the dark wooden door of the Garrison opened, its noise overcoming the laughter, chatting, and sounds of glasses clinking against each other, a soft wave of warmth caressed your cold face. You had barely stepped inside when people almost all turned around, many pairs of eyes weighing on you. Curious and dumbstruck gazes looked at you, wondering what such a holy-looking creature was doing here — but you did not really care. Your petrifying aquamarine iris swept the room to become familiar with the place before you headed to the counter behind which you saw Arthur’s tall frame. The man was back to you, talking with his little boss-brother Thomas. Awesome, you thought, little King Shelby is here. Sarcasm filled your head at the mere sight of him. To be true, you were well aware that Thomas was always doing his best to avoid you, but it did not annoy you. Quite the contrary, you were more than satisfied with never seeing him — you still did not come to terms with him trying to strangle you after all. Nevertheless, you leaned over the counter, arms resting on its varnished wooden surface, and parted your juicy lips to speak.

“Good evening, Mister Shelby. Care to serve me a drink?”

Arthur’s whole being shivered with delight as soon as he recognized the enchanting and oh-so-peculiar tone of your voice — the same voice that had led him to you one bleak and sleepless night. Shaken to the core by your presence, he forgot about Tommy the moment you had started to speak and turned around to face you, the corner of his lips stretching in a genuine and blissed smile. Each time his steel blue eyes fell on you, it was as if God's grace struck him — even though you were living together. The thrills you gave him never left.

“Good evening, love. What is such a delicious little Angel like you doing here? It’s a bad town for such a pretty face ye know.” He almost cooed with his hoarse voice, his hands on the bar and his eyes sparkling with a teasing gleam.

“Fell from the sky and got lost in these streets, so I just followed the light.” Your fingers grazed the back of his hand and went up its skin, leaving pleasant tingles in their trail, until they reached one of the many rings he was wearing. The simple gesture, barely touching him, lit up a blazing fire in his soul. Thomas looked at Arthur and quickly understood that no matter what he would say or do, he held no power over his older brother anymore, “Evening, Tommy.” You said, finally acknowledging him.

“Thomas. It’s Thomas.” He retorted with a voice as cold as an arctic blizzard that could freeze Hell’s inferno itself. He stubbed out his cigarette in the nearest ashtray and left without any single word, his shadow disappearing in the streets as he left the Garrison, for your sole presence seemed to bother him. Well, at least his opinion about you did not change. However, the lack of peculiar reaction from him reassured you: Polly had not told him what happened to the tea party yet.

“Don’t mind him eh,”

You did not.

“I should probably give you one hell of a strong drink if you fell from Eden… Miss?”

“Heaven Lavey.” You winked, enjoying his silly way of hitting on you as if it was the first time you met, “A glass of red wine would do the trick… And the barman’s heart.” Your teasing grin widened, unveiling perfect white teeth. Arthur let out a long exhale through his nostrils, enraptured by your whole being. From your smile to your bratty pout, you got him on his knees. Each time he would dive his eyes into yours, his heart would quicken in his chest and dopamine would rush through his veins — who would want to keep taking drugs after tasting you? Not even himself. He was already high enough by your presence in his life and God knew he never wanted to sober up from you.

“As you wish.” He leaned over the counter to lay a tender kiss on your forehead. The way his mustache gently tickled your skin made you chuckle. How sweet he was, not afraid to lavish you with sweetness even in front of other people. Then, he gathered all his strength to pull away from you and take care of your order — which was nearly impossible to do, for you were both attracted to each other like two powerful magnets. But still, he did and then poured the finest red wine the Garrison had in a glass before putting it in front of you. Then, he leaned a second time over the counter to bring his face close to yours again, “as for my heart,” he paused, his eyes abandoning yours to drop on your full lips he watched with utmost desire, “You already snatched it, angel.”

“You’re incorrigible, Arthur Shelby.” You could not help but laugh when you noticed that, as you spoke, his focus was still fiercely anchored to your lips. The urge he had to devour them was almost palpable, electrifying the air around him. Yet, you resisted the need to kiss him, rather bringing your small hands to his neck to fix his bow tie with indescribable tenderness. The pair of eyes that were watching you since your arrival could not believe that you had managed to tame the brutal Arthur Shelby — how he behaved with you was so different from the way he was with the others it almost scared them, “I hope you like this little surprise.”

“You can’t imagine how much I do.” He purred, grabbing your hands and putting them on his cheeks. How he loved feeling your cold skin against his. You cupped his face, looking right into his fair eyes with a never-ending love, and he instantly melted. His eyelids half-closed, for you had brought peace to his scorching soul again, “Lemme clean a few things and we’ll go back home eh.”

“Take your time. Je t’attends mon amour — I’ll wait for you my love —“

“Yer comfy here?”

“Arthur,” Your eyes rolled, amused.

“Want a cushion to sit on? Want to wait in a quieter room?”

“That’s okay.”

“Mmm’kay”

You freed his face from your sweet grip, leaving him lingering for more. When he reopened his eyes he could not hold the little growl that escaped his lips for you had not kissed him. He blinked several times, trying to chase away the charm you had cast on him with your sole presence, and reluctantly left you. Stars still danced in front of his eyes because of your intoxicating beauty — so hypnotizing he struggled to come back to what he was doing before.

Waiting did not bother you. In fact, you preferred to wait for hours here, in the comforting warmth of the pub and its hullabaloo, rather than being left alone with your thoughts in the quietness of your house. Sipping on your red wine, you were minding your own business when a man sat next to you, his body collapsing on the stool as if walking had been quite a struggle for him. Which was probably the case considering he was drunk. Only a few people were still at the Garrison, the others went home stumbling or dragged away by a fellow friend. The suffocating smell of whiskey and sweat that was emanating from the newcomer made you wrinkled your nose.

“Hey doll, all alone by yourself? ” The man said, bringing the whiskey glass to his chapped lips to gulp what was left in it. You glanced at him and simply nodded, not really wanting to do any kind of conversation, “Your glass is almost empty. Lemme buy you another one.”

“I really appreciate it but that’s fine.” You answered with a polite smile — but even when doing the bare minimum your angelic traits never failed to captivate your audience. The man noticed your strong accent and saw the opportunity to carry on with the conversation.

“You come from France eh? I fought in France! Bloody hell, still got the mud of this country under my nails!”

Maybe he talked a little bit too loud, or maybe Arthur’s senses were as sharp as a wolf’s, but the fact remains he immediately raised his eyes from what he was doing to watch over you. His steel blue iris shifted their attention from you only to cast their furious fire on the drunk man that was talking to you. His woman.

“You know, I always thought it was kind of sad that all the people here only link France with the war. This is a beautiful country.” You answered, taking another sip of red wine. Somehow, you allowed yourself to talk with the man. At least time would probably fly faster that way.

“If France’s as beautiful as ya, I’ll rush back to it by tomorrow, doll. The name’s Jim.”

You silently replied to him with a light smile, gently shaking your head at the fella’s attempt to compliment you.

You smiled at Jim — And Arthur broke the glass he was holding in his hand. It had been crushed by the pressure with which he had tightened his grip around it until it shattered into bits. Sharp pieces of glass had pierced Arthur’s flesh, blood dripping from his palm, but the tormenting anger that was building within him was so overwhelming he did not even feel the pain. As seconds passed, his face contorted with rage and his eyes darkened with jealousy. You. Smiled. At. Him.

That was definitely not okay — the man did not deserve your blissful smile.

Deafened by the sound of his own heart pounding in his tight chest, Arthur swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat in a vain attempt to keep control. To not let his anger issue show. The rational part of his mind was telling him to keep calm, for he knew you loved him and only him. You had told him plenty of times, after all. And he trusted you, really. But the other part, led by his insecurities and his mental instability, whispered foul insinuations to his ear.

Why would she stay with such a criminal like you? You’re sick. You’re old. You’re broken — and no one loves broken men.

You’re stupid, far less clever and charming than Tommy. HE is a real man.

You either scare or repel women. Linda told you. You don’t deserve Heaven.

Useless. So useless… Broken. Crazy, you’re fucking crazy. She’ll see what you are. A monster. Monster. Monster.

Arthur’s jaw clenched as his mind spiraled into a never-ending maze of whipping thoughts and insufferable feelings. Self-loathing was becoming too much to bear — so messy it had started to drown him. He felt his sanity slowly slipping through the cracks of his skull and the only thing he could to do make it stop was to break things. And by things he meant Jim.

“Listen, Jim. I think you should go back home and rest. This is the whiskey talking.” You stated.

“Only if you come home with me, doll.” He ought to say, his grin widening.

Breathless with rage, Arthur felt the heat pooling in his face. A few drops of sweat beaded on his forehead as he shook his wounded hand to clear his flesh from the shards of glass.

“You really should —“

“Come home with me and I’ll make you beg.” He cut off before you had time to turn his invitation down , bringing his hand on one of your thighs to strengthen his point.

Destructive anger flowed through his veins like lava, exploding at the moment the man laid a finger upon you. Agile like a wild cat, Arthur jumped over the counter and rushed toward you, his shoulders tensed and his arms swinging as he walked. Earth shook under his feet, opening the gates of Hell more and more at each of his steps.

“AL-FUCKING-RIGHT THEN,” He blurted out, standing fiercely behind Jim. Arthur’s thundering voice almost made him jump — and it was enough for him to take his hand off your thigh and turned around to meet the Devil’s eyes. You froze on your stool, astounded by your man’s anger.

His face distorted with both fear and confusion at the sight of Arthur Shelby, green with jealousy and maddened with fury, “What the fookin hell did ya say, pal? WHAT THE FOOK DID YOU SAY TO ME WOMAN?” He roared, blue eyes shining with a threatening glow. At this point, Arthur was almost choking with rage.

“Oh my God Arthur, I did not know she was your woman. I’m sorry! I really did not —“ Jim could not finish his sentence for Arthur had grabbed him by the neck and dragged him away from you in front of the few last clients' terrified looks.

“You TOUCHED her! You bloody touched her, ME ANGEL. ME HEAVEN. I can’t fucking believe it,” He spat, his words coated with bitter venom. Swirling in the chaotic vortex of his own fury, he did not hear the man’s bargains. And somehow, he did not care. There was nothing he could say to stop him anymore. Jim tried to utter another apology.

He had barely opened his mouth when Arthur’s fist crushed his nose with such a violent blow the sound of broken bones echoed through the Garrison. The man, almost knocked out by the uppercut, crashed on the wooden floor, a jet of blood gushing from his face, “Oi! Thought you fought in France. Come on, bastard! Fight me!” He snarled, teeth bared like a wild animal.

He’s going to kill him. That was what crossed your mind when you came back to your senses, overcoming the shock of seeing Arthur in such a frenzy state. You got up from your stool, “Arthur… Stop it please.” You called him, trying to be as soft as possible not to fan the flames of his anger.

“I AM NOT GONNA STOP!” He barked, looking at you.

He looked at you

and you saw the Hell in his eyes.

“Heard how he dared to talk to ye? Ah, you wanted to make me angel beg eh?” Arthur kneeled over the whimpering man, almost straddling his quivering body, to grab him by the collar of his coat, “Yeah that’s what you said right. But trust me, you sonofabitch, I’m the one who’ll make you beg!” He yelled, sending another powerful blast to the man’s face with his fists as sole weapons, adorned with thick silver rings. “BEG, YOU BASTARD!”

“P-please—“

Another disgusting sound of torn flesh and cracking skull filled the room. “By order —“ A third punch. Breaking teeth. Jim spat three of them at your feet. “Of the —“ Fourth. Fifth. His knuckles bruised and split under the strength of his blows but Arthur could not care less. All he wanted was to reduce Jim’s face to an unidentifiable slop of flesh. “Peaky —“ Dislocated jaw hanging loosely. The horrible sight was accompanied by the cacophony of bloody gurgles. “Fookin — “ Jim had lost count of the punches that rained down on him. All he knew was that his body was giving up. At one point Arthur Shelby had stopped beating him, only to unstrapped the combat knife he kept in his holster, “BLINDERS!”

“ARTHUR NO!!!” Running to the scene and falling on your knees, you managed to grab his hands and keep him from stabbing the drunk man, “Don’t do that, please I need you. Please, please stop it.”

Please.

Your voice, like a light piercing the thick veil of his darkness, snatched him from his murderous craze. Waking up by the smell of blood mixed with your sweet spring-like perfume, Arthur stopped in the midst of what he was doing and realized he was holding a knife above his head, ready to plunge it into a man’s chest. He took a look at you, noticing the shocked expression on your holy face, and all his anger disappeared into a void. His fingers loosened around the knife, which fell on the wooden floor with a metallic noise, “please Arthur, calm down… Call down, Mon amour.” You whispered, begging him with your eyes. Silence fell on the Garrison, as well as in his mind. The maddening voices had stopped and the buzzing hatred had vanished. Arthur left the unconscious man and collapsed in your arms, panting and shaking. Adrenaline made you shiver too, but you gently hugged his frame, one hand stroking his hair, “That’s okay… I’m here …” You repeated just like a healing chant as a few men grabbed the severely injured victim and took him away from the pub.

“I’m … I’m sorry— Heaven, oh my god —“ Arthur stuttered, slowly realizing what he just did. He buried his face in your breasts, for comfort as well as to hide the blood that had splattered on him. He barely dared to hug your frail body for fear of breaking you. Sometimes, he swore he had hell in his hands and he did not want to bring you down in the flames with him.

“Shhhh… Breathe in. Breathe out. You can do it.” You said with a soothing tone. With divine softness, you ran your fingers through his hair, not minding the blood he smeared on your clothes and bosom, “that’s okay, you’re a good boy..” But as you were trying to chase away your man’s demons, a far too familiar voice echoed in the room.

“What the fuck is this mess?!” Thomas Shelby exclaimed for he had just entered the Garrison, John by his side. His freezing blue eyes looked at you from above. The king was here and he hated what he saw.

“John, bring Arthur home. Everyone OUT.”

This was all it took to empty the Garrison from its remaining clients. When John gently put his hand on his older brother’s shoulder, Arthur’s embrace tightened around your tiny silhouette for he did not want to leave you. “No,” he managed to beg between two heartbreaking sobs. His face still hidden, not daring to look at you for fear of seeing disgust and anger in your eyes, Arthur refused to let you go. Somehow, he was convinced you would not go back home — why would you after what you had just witnessed? “Don’t take me away from her!” He said, a bit more fiercely, which resulted in John taking a few steps back and looking at you, silently begging you to help him. In the midst of the chaos, only you could bring him back to his senses. A brief sigh escaped from your lips before you gently forced Arthur to look at you.

“Listen, chéri. I need you to go back home and calm down. I’ll be very quick.”

“No, no, you won’t come back.”

“ I’ll do,” You wiped away his tears with your thumbs, accidentally smearing more blood on his face doing so, “and when I do, I’ll take care of you alright? I’ll keep you warm and loved.” Punctuating your sentence with affection, you slicked his hair back with a frail but oh-so-loving grin on your face. He finally accepted.

When he left alongside John, your smile vanished and you got up from the floor, legs still slightly shaking. Thomas was still standing in the middle of the pub, towering you with all his height, and looking at you with his cold eyes. His chilling stare followed your movements as you walked to the bar and poured yourself another glass of wine.

“I told you to keep a low profile,” He began. Thomas Shelby’s voice was dressed in an apparent quiet, but something in his tone was threatening — and even though he did not display any sign of emotion, you knew his blood was boiling.

“Oh come on Thomas, all I wanted was to make a surprise to Arthur.” You took a mouthful of wine — the much-needed alcohol calming your anxiety.

Thomas closed his eyes for a few seconds and pinched the bridge of his nose to stop his dawning headache, “ A surprise… I hope you like the result then,” He retorted, before shifting his eyes back to you,

“Listen, I know you don’t like me but — ”

“He nearly killed someone for you. What the fuck are you doing to my brother, eh?” Tommy slightly tilted his head to the side, a spark of resentment lightening up his icy iris. You remained silent, still not believing Thomas was really blaming you for Arthur’s outburst. Of course, you had not reacted immediately, but the shock had petrified you for a few long minutes — but was it your fault if he had beaten the man? Certainly not. At this point, Tommy was just lashing out at you for all the issues his family was facing. It was far easier than admitting his own flaws and responsibility. Visibly infuriated by your silence, Tommy walked to you and stopped only a few inches from you, trapping your body between the counter and his own strong frame. He was close — so close your breasts were almost pressed against his chest, “Look me in the eyes when I fucking talk to you, Heaven.” He spat your name with disgust, as if he had just bitten into an apple filled with maggots.

“Get my pretty name out of your mouth,” You looked dagger at him, anger rushing through your veins at such an unwanted proximity. Yet you did not flicker.

“You fucking white Devil,” He hissed through his teeth, his low voice still calm in spite of his blooming hatred, “Are you happy to spread chaos in our life? What do you want from us ey?” He leaned over you, bringing his face closer to yours. With his brows slightly furrowed, Tommy’s sky blue eyes were probing yours, trying to understand the mystery they hid behind their aquamarine wonders, ”What do you want from me?! After Arthur is this me you want to control??” He growled. Your heart raced in your chest — shivers ran down your spine, and goosebumps appeared on your porcelain skin, for his unpredictable behavior was starting to worry you.

“I don’t want anything from you Thomas Shelby. Whether you like it or not I’m being honest with your brother. You know Arthur’s emotional, you can’t blame me for that. You take away his meds, turn him into a killer, and now you’re surprised he snaps?? How. Fucking. Unbelievable! Do you know what I think? Well, I think you need me to be your scapegoat . You need to blame me for your sins. For everyone’s sins.”

“Fucking burn in hell,” He spat again but could not find something to retort properly. It seemed like the skies gave you the gift of shutting Thomas Shelby's mouth. Instead, one of his hands grabbed you by the neck and forced your face to get closer to his. His breath fanned over your skin, as burning as a dragon’s fire.

“Be careful with the Rule of Three, Thomas. For each spell you cast always returns to you three times stronger.” You whispered. Then you gathered all your remaining strength to push him away from you, his musky and peculiar perfume almost making your head spin. Not wanting to stay here any longer — and also longing for a hot shower to wash away the blood from your skin —, you headed to the Garrison’s door. Obviously, Tommy’s eyes followed you but he did not say anything, muted by his resentment. Admittedly, he was torn between the urge to bounce on you and the desire to see you leave. You were about to disappear, the cold breeze of the night jumping at your face and rushing into the pub as you opened the wooden door. But your instincts kicked in. After a few seconds of hesitation, you finally decided to warn little king Shelby.

“By the way..." You looked at Thomas from above your shoulder.

"You should keep an eye on Charles. You really should.”

He froze. Confused and infuriated.

You left. Hurt and bitter.

When you came back home, you crossed your reflection in the corridor’s mirror. Your body refused to work anymore and forced you to stop in front of it. Facing your own person was something you hated. With trembling fingers, you brushed the blood stain Arthur had left on one of your cheeks.

Mom! Mom, no!!

I’ll fucking kill you all!!

You clenched your jaw at the memory it triggered, but still, you kept looking at your tainted ivory skin as if you were slowly learning to come to terms with what you did and what you were. Your fingers trailed down your throat until they grazed the top of your bosom, where the blood had accumulated the most. Another painful memory assaulted your mind, replaying the aching, almost inhuman screams of your little sister when her flesh had been eaten alive by the hungry tongues of the pyre’s flames.

Only God knew how you managed to keep your mind from spiraling into the darkest pits of your trauma, but you did — maybe that was because Arthur needed you. That protective instinct was stronger than your own pain. That was why you tricked your body into moving away from the mirror and went upstairs to take a hot shower before joining your man in bed. John had probably managed to convince him to sleep. Or his body had collapsed on the mattress, exhausted by the energy poured in his latest outburst.

As the running water of the shower was filling the bathroom with its regular and soothing noise, you slowly let your white dress slip along your body until it fell on the floor, as well as your lace panties. You stepped over the pile of clothes and, without waiting any longer, you hopped under the shower and welcomed its warm water with utter joy. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips as you tilted your head back, water hugging your body and raining down on your long white mane that cascaded down your lower back. You almost managed to empty your mind when, suddenly, one gentle calloused hand brushed your hip. Jumping in surprise, you turn around and saw that Arthur had joined you under the shower. His hands, arms, and face were still splattered with half-dried blood he had not cleaned. To be true, he had been too busy curling up on the bedroom floor, panicking about at the idea of you leaving him after what you had witnessed.

“You’re here…” His gravel voice said, water falling on his naked body whose millions of freckles drew magnificent constellations on his skin.

“Told you I’d come back.”

He smiled, softly. His steel blue had stopped avoiding you and was now firmly anchored in yours.

He took a step toward you.

You stepped back in response until your bare body met the cold shower wall.

Your pulse quickened, fascinated by the way Arthur looked. He had something in his eyes — a mix of limerence and pure madness who, combined with the crimson stains on his face, made your legs weak. His breath was slow but yours soon became erratic, even though he had barely touched you yet.

“You ain’t scared, love? Please, tell me you ain’t scared of your Arthur…” He said, his lower lip trembling as his body perfectly interlocked with yours. A small growl escaped from his throat at the intoxicating sensation of yours curves pressed against his skin. But despite his inextinguible desire, he still looked at you with hesitation and genuine guilt — his puppy eyes would surely break anyone’s heart.

“No, I’m not scared,” You replied, not shifting your gaze from him. The corner of your juicy and honey lips stretched in a small grin, “You…” You paused, bringing one hand to his stained cheek, “you look pretty with blood all over your face.”

Arthur’s eyes lightened with both surprise and ravaging desire, for you had witnessed the beast’s violence but still thought he was attractive. A twisted wave of arousal shook you to the core when he bared his teeth in a vaguely dangerous but oh-so-seductive smirk.

“Oh bloody hell, angel…” Not finishing his sentence, his lips captured yours in a fury kiss for he could not wait any longer. The need to possess you, to feel you, was too devastatingly strong to resist. At first, his lustful kiss surprised you, and even though you burnt for him l, a part of you felt it was wrong to feel this kind of twisted attraction. Last thing Arthur needed was someone encouraging his violence — but your brain soon shut down at the thought he did it for you. Only you. Your arms locked up around his neck to deepen the waltz of your tongues, sending fireworks in your loins. It was far than enough to turn Arthur on who, all of sudden, lifted you from the ground as if you weighted nothing.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, already suffocating with the hungry way he devoured your mouth and the shower’s steam accumulating around you.

As water rained down on your two intertwined bodies, it washed away the blood from your skins. The tainted liquid disappeared down the drain, leaving pale red stains on the bathtub's immaculate marble.

You kissed him harder. Rougher. Until his flesh dived into yours in an explosion of pleasure and shooting stars.

For you had seen the Hell in his eyes, and loved it anyway.

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