#Do not take fruit from him it is not trustworthy

[damned-punk]

Staring Contest (Kidd x Reader)

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Content Warning: nsfw, oral sex, light spanking, language, penetrative sex

Content Description: gn!reader eyes Kidd at a bar and the Captain eyes them right back ♡

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You’d seen him from across the bar and certainly knew you’d caught his attention when you held his gaze for significantly longer than what would be considered a casual glance. His painted lips turned up into a smirk and the other men at his table added to the ambiance of his devastating aura. You’d certainly heard all the stories and rumors about the Kidd Pirates, you should’ve been doing everything in your power to escape his interest but that just wasn’t going to happen. You were captivated by his stature, he radiated unadulterated power.

This wasn’t just a simple fatal attraction either, you’d caught yourself wanting to know his story. What were his hobbies? What was his childhood like? What had his life as a pirate entailed? Just by looking at him, you could tell he wasn’t just a pretty face. As fate would have it, he was thinking the same about you. One by one, he dismissed his men in order to create the space to introduce himself. He didn’t want to overwhelm you outright, but this little staring contest had riled him up quite a bit.

Your puffy lips were postured on your glass in a way that was surely meant to provoke him and it had not gone unnoticed. Your eyes sat low and you could’ve almost sworn you saw him chuckle a bit as he eyed your purposeful actions. You couldn’t make out his words but the remaining members of his crew departed when he stopped speaking. He tipped his own glass back for a final time and carried himself to where you sat.

“What’s your name?”, he questioned as he loomed over you, his cologne wafting through the air.

“(Y/N)… What can I help you with?”, you did your best to stand your ground.

This game of back and forth was far from over. You wanted to jump into conversation with him but you had to establish your position against his own. This couldn’t result in a single night of debauchery, it wouldn’t satisfy either of you.

“It was pretty obvious that something had caught your eye…”, he slid a few berries on the table to cover your tab, “Walk with me.”

You weren’t sure what to expect from his offer, but you trailed after him nonetheless. The bartender and servers were sharing silent prayers for you, the situation had made Kidd look like a wolf cornering its prey. Your most rational thoughts ran through the things you’d heard about him, but you didn’t feel like you were in any immediate danger. He was rather accommodating, ensuring that he was walking at your pace and leaving enough room between you to let you know that you could change your mind. As you neared closer to a ship that most certainly adorned his jolly roger, you knew where this endeavor was headed. Once you stepped aboard, there would be no turning back. The small talk that the two of you shared had become suffocating, especially as you followed him up the gangplank and onto the desolate upper deck.

“Most of the crew is still in the town. I’m sure they’ll start filing in over the next few hours.”, he could sense your unease at the fact that you’d essentially be alone on his ship with him.

Admittedly, it did ease your nerves. He seemed trustworthy enough but he was undeniably intimidating. All the same, he led you to his cabin and allowed you to take in your surroundings. The room was clean but somewhat cluttered. An array of documents, blueprints, and manuals littered the desk. Various tools and an assortment of creations were placed here and there. Given the context clues, you could tell he must’ve had a tinkering hobby. It all only made sense, you knew he’d eaten a magnetic devil fruit.

You heard a bit of shuffling to your left and watched as Kidd removed both his coat and boots. He took a seat on the bed and smiled up at you cockily. This was your invitation, he wanted you to initiate the rendezvous. Slipping your own shoes off, you walked over to him and laid soft hands on his rugged shoulders. Even in his position on the bed, his height allowed you to be face to face. His sharp eyes gazed into your own but held firm on the decision to let you command the first point of contact. You leant forward and gently brushed your lips against his own. From the minimal contact, your lips were already wearing smears of his favorite shade.

This riled him up quite a bit more, urging him to bring his hand to meet your back. You pressed your lips to his with more purpose and kept up these ministrations until he nipped at your bottom lip. The sudden change in sensation caused you to part your mouth, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. He was certainly skilled in this area and didn’t dare to break contact as he effortlessly lifted you to place down on the plush bed. He trailed himself down your clothed chest and stopped at the hem of your bottoms. Kidd lifted his upper half and promptly removed his top and belts. You slid off your own in tandem, his attention returning to your waistband.

“May I?”, he asked as he littered your exposed skin in a deep red.

“O-Of course…”, you trailed off with a flushed face, surprised at how courteous the pirate was proving to be.

He hooked his thick fingers on the fabric and pulled, taking your underwear with it. He wasted no time parting your legs and positioning his mouth on your sex. He was eager to bring you to orgasm, knowing that you couldn’t possibly accommodate his size otherwise. The erotic, wet sounds of slurping and sucking were further intensifying the experience for the both of you. Your whimpers and moans resulting from his actions caused his cock to throb against the thin fabric of his boxers. When he deemed you to be sufficiently prepped, he coaxed his digits into your entrance. Seeing stars and feeling a heat build in your lower stomach, you knew you were close. The rapid squeezing around his fingers allowed Kidd to recognize your impending climax. He hummed in delight as you came undone against his lips. Licking his fingers clean, he stripped himself of his own bottoms and hovered over you. He leant down and pressed sweet kisses to your lips, lifting your legs to rest atop his own.

“You ready sweetheart?”, his gruff voice spoke softly against your ear.

“Yes Captain, I’m ready.”, the sudden use of his title obliterated his foundation in the moment.

He loved the play in power dynamic, damn right he was Captain and of course he’d give you the fuck of a lifetime. He rubbed his swollen tip against you and slowly eased himself inside. You mewled at his size, gripping his forearms for support as he found purchase against your walls. His initial thrusts were short and slow, holding himself back in order to not break you. This kept up for a solid few moments. He buried his head in your neck, grounding himself to allow for your adjustment. Regardless of experience, he was massive and knew you’d need some time.

“Oh fuck, you’re just a sweet little thing aren’t you?”, he groaned in pleasure as he slightly picked up the pace, “You’re taking my cock so well… feels so fucking good.”

“Captain Kidd… Please, faster.”, your coaxing was all he needed to snap his gaze back to your own and begin pistoning his hips into yours at a much deeper, faster pace.

Your legs lifted to meet his waist, your hands scratching at the pale skin of his back. His forehead was pressed to yours and as you stared into his eyes, you felt like this was somehow more than a spur-of-the-moment hookup. This was passionate, intimate even. He seemed to care about how you felt and made sure that you were catered to in order to take him in a way that was enjoyable. He’d lay playful smacks to your ass and thighs, squeezing your body just to feel as much of you as possible. Every so often, he’d press kisses to your shoulders and neck. The whole experience was just so secure and he was such a gentleman about it all.

“Shit, you feel so good (Y/N)… I’m close… I’m so fucking close…”, Kidd muttered out, gripping your hip and holding himself against you as his thrusts became sloppy, “I’m gonna fill you up…”

You could feel your second climax building and just as your clenches began fluttering around him, he plunged into you for a final time. You met your orgasms in tandem, deepening your already growing attachment to him. You felt so warm, you didn’t want this feeling to end. He sat himself up and grinned down at you with red locks plastered unceremoniously across his dampened forehead.

“I’ll be right back.”, he stood off the bed and entered the bathroom that was attached to the cabin.

In the faint light of the room you could make out the scratches you’d left behind on his shoulders. Your own legs and sides tinged with a very light ache, surely to be adorned with bruises in the shape of his hands in the morning. He returned with two clean pairs of his underwear and a warm washcloth of which he provided you for clean up. He tossed you one of his own boxers and the gesture made you a bit teary-eyed. This was not at all what you’d expected of the beastly man sat across from you in the bar just hours ago. This was far better than anything your imagination could’ve afforded. After you’d slipped on your bottoms, Kidd flopped beside you in bed and looked a bit perplexed when you leant to start putting on the rest of your attire. He grabbed you and pulled your head to rest on his chest. This wasn’t over, at least not for the rest of the night as far as he was concerned.

“Eager to leave my ass already?”, he teased, obviously looking to break any tension you’d felt.

“I just thought you might’ve wanted me to go after…”, you trailed off, situating yourself against him as he pulled up the blanket.

“We’ll talk in the morning… Just get some sleep.”, you remained comfortable on top of him, listening to the slowing of his breaths and the subsequent snores that followed.

Something told you that when morning came, neither of you would be eager for your departure and that this ship would likely become akin to home in the very near future.

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#eustass kid #kid pirates #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #anime #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid x reader #eustass captain kid

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I’ve been always been obsessed with myths, legends, and fairytales. And one thing that always stood out to me was that how various cultures all seem to have tales about magical women bathing, a man spotting a particular one with interest, and then either marrying her, or dying/having some cursed downfall eventually. So…can I request a story like that…but with a twist of course. Male Yandere X Female Nymph Reader

So broad premise…Darling is a nymph (or some general magical maiden) bathing in a body of water, combing her otherworldly super long hair, and just living her best life. Yandere stumbles across her and starts to stalk her over the course of some time, falls in love with her, etc. But Darling has played this game many times before and thinks this is dumb schmuck nth, and continues her innocent/ignorant/helpless act, thinking that she’ll be able to lure this man to kill him in a few days (for food, riches, or something, idk). What she doesn’t know is that Yandere is a lot more smarter and is also putting on his own act in front of her. Cause the twist is that Yandere is partial/descendent magical creature of some sort, and thus Darling’s magic doesn’t work on him. (He’s also had training resistance against magics of sorts or something). Anyway…confrontation happens, Darling thinks she’s gonna successfully drown him, but Yandere reveals his true colors and does some ritual that binds the two of them together for eternity (like some f-ed up magical matrimony), and of course takes her away to some magical residence? (I don’t know what this man does for a living, nor what his home would be like since I want to leave up what partial/descendant magical creature he is to you) where he proceeds to consummate their eternal marriage. Cause in his head, a magical eternal chain isn’t enough…no this man needs to see lots of babies. The literal “fruits of his love.” (Forgive me…I like babies/pregnancy/breeding/baby trapping in Yanderes. That stuff makes me go feral). Can’t wait to see what magical children are produced from this union. LOL.

This idea just seemed fun to write about…two manipulative main characters, each thinking they have the upper hand. Sorry for the long post. Hope you can have fun with the story! <3

TW: Dubcon, Impregnation kink, drugging, forced marriage, blood,

Monday

Being a water nymph of mixed ancestry is one of your favorite things about yourself. Everyone expects you to be the helpful water nymph to help sailors from sirens. Little did they know that your dad was half-siren. Of course, he didn't show any traits because the gene that makes sirens sirens is on the second X chromosome. So when your half-mermaid-half-nymph mom had you and your five other sisters, every single one turned out to be sirens with the tail of a mermaid and the trustworthy face of a nymph.

The best part is that your innocent face helped you lure sailors. Everyone is warned to be suspicious of the woman with a beautiful face and an alluring voice. Nobody expects their angel of death to be a maiden who looks like they're supposed to help you. This earned you many new bones for decorations and combs. Along with many treasures to keep. Plus, the sea creatures let you live in an otherworldly part of the beach hidden away from humans in return for killing a few fishermen. It is truly the dream of a maiden of the sea.

"La, la, la!" You joke around, playfully singing to a romp of otters.

Your long, pastel, aquamarine, wavy hair blends in with the water. The seashells decorating your hair make it look like your personal halo. Your striking blue eyes look like they could pierce through anyone. Your long dusty lilac, coral, and beige tail swishes in the water.

"So, what should I do next?" You ask the otters, going deeper into the water.

The otters swim up to you, then stop. They all stare at something behind you. You turn around and see nothing. You can't help but roll your eyes. Every so often, some human man will come along and watch you. Then, he'll confess his love to you, hoping you'll be his mythical legend wife. You accept, bring him in for a kiss, then bite him on the jugular or drown him.

"Don't worry, I'll have him gone before the weekend," You whisper to your otters.

You go underwater and swim to your grotto for rest. Planning to kill men takes a lot of work.

Tuesday

You sleep until the morning sun shines through the water. You swim to your spot and do your daily routine.

"Let me the morning sun. So much stuff has to be done," You sing, moving your long hair out of the way to expose your bare breasts.

The old topless mermaid trick. The oldest one in the book and usually worked in luring men to their deaths. You pull yourself out of the water and transform into your human form. Your hair covers your naked backside, and you venture into the woods. You hear a branch move nearby and enact your plan.

"What pretty berries," You say, bending down to show your entire bottom and pussy.

More branches move, and you smirk to yourself. You pop a berry into your mouth, and suddenly, your memory goes blank. When you wake up, your body feels so tired you decide to return to your grotto for the day. When you reached the bed, your demeanor had changed from tired to horny. You couldn't help but pleasure yourself. Every nerve on your pussy felt alive when you stroked and fingered yourself. You were seeing stars and the Milky Way when you came. You fall asleep and transform into your mermaid form.

Wednesday

When you wake up, you swim to your spot again and brush your hair. You don't even notice you're not wearing a top. A flower blooms next to you with a golden comb with a letter.

To the sweetest maiden in the sea,

My love, I've been watching you for a long time. I love the way your being becomes one with nature. Though, you should be careful about what berries you eat. Eat too many random ones, and you might not come back.

Your admirer, L.

You laugh. The love letter is cute. So is the comb. But the flower trick really impressed you. You might get a mage's loot this time instead of some fishermen's or hunters. You brush your hair with the comb, and it shows its magical properties. The comb instantly made your wet hair wavy. Usually, it would take a couple of hours for your hair to get wavy after being in the water. You hum a song while combing your hair and sink into the water while relaxing. The branches rustle and twist into a tall, pale figure looking at you from the brush. You can't see its face. But you can tell it's a man. You wink, and you sink deeper into the water. Flowers bloom a path to the water's edge.

Thursday

You sing a siren's song to lure your suitor to his death faster. Nothing happens except the trees twisting, turning, and breaking. Some even bloomed flowers. When you open your eyes to see the chaos you've done, a hand that's disappearing is reaching out to you. You try to touch it, but it vanishes like it is magic. You groan in disappointment and swim out to sea hoping for something to entertain you.

Friday

Your admirer finally showed himself. He was waiting for you at your spot. His silver hair reached his back, and his skin was so pale it shimmered. His blue-green eyes were mesmerizing.

"Hello, my sweet," The man says, pulling you out of the water. "My name's Lochlan and you're going to be my wife."

"Of course," You lie, sweetly going into his arms.

He carries your merbody in his arms, and you bite him in the jugular. Blood splatters all over the grass. His body tumbles into the water, and you hold his head underwater. Lochlan's body finally stops moving, and you let him sink into the water. You dive in, preparing to rip him apart. You can't see his body. It's gone. A hand shoves some sort of berry paste down your throat, and you gag. He slips a silver ring with a blue gem on your finger.

"Did you seriously think I would die from that? I'm half-fae. I don't die easily," Lochlan says, dragging your merbody to the shore's edge.

Your body feels hot, and you want nothing more than to return to your grotto.

"Feel familiar? You ate the key ingredient in our aphrodisiacs," Lochlan states, holding your body as it transforms into its human form. "Don't worry, you'll feel better later."

His hand keeps a steady hand at teasing your pussy. Your watery home slowly disappearing. You can't take it anymore and cry until you pass out.

Saturday

"Ahh~" You moan, climaxing again from Lochlan's fingers.

"That's it, cum again," Lochlan coos, slowing down his pace as you cum.

Ever since Lochlan took you from your beach, he's been pleasuring you. Turns out that the ring he slipped onto your finger bound you to him as his wife forever. Or at least until he wishes to divorce. But that's not going to happen.

"Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my sweet? How does it feel to be Mrs. Caspian? The next queen of the sea fae," Lochlan asks, taking his fingers out of you and sticking his cock inside you. "I waited for you for so long. You even made a cute show of singing your song just for me. I admit it got to me, but I managed to teleport myself away before it was too late."

"Nessie!" You scream, taking his cock for the 5th time today.

"Keep calling me pet names based on the Lochness monster, and I'll breed you till your stomach bulges," Lochlan growls, thrusting faster and cumming into your pussy again. "I can't wait for you to have our babies. They'll be so powerful they could rule every portion of water on Earth."

Before your wedding ceremony, you were locked inside a room the size of a small closet with Lochland. In his culture, a bride and groom must whisper their secrets to each other, then into a conch shell. Then, the conch shell is sent to sea to start the marriage with no secrets. Though you didn't need to whisper your secrets into a conch shell. Your tears meeting a body of water would automatically send your pain through it.

"Just try it, my pretty pearl. A couple of whispers can't hurt. Besides, I want to start this marriage on the right track," Lochlan pleads, clasping your hands.

You relent and bring the shell to your lips.

"I wish I could be with my sisters and family. I wish I could see my precious otters again. I wish I never met him. I wish I never had to marry him!" You whisper, eventually turning into a yell.

Your yell vibrates through the shell, almost cracking it. Lochlan snatches the conch shell from you as you cry. He looks at you with pity and lets you weep on his chest. He brings the conch shell to his lips and whispers his secret.

"I want to be the best husband for my wife. Even if she hates me for eternity. I want to return to the sea to visit my mermaid mom and her family," Lochlan whispers, noticing you looking at him.

"If I marry you, will you return me to the sea with my family?" You ask, looking into his eyes.

"Of course. Anything for you."

And that's how you got to the present. You and Lochlan fucking in his private underwater palace near both of your families. It was a nice compromise and made you feel more at ease.

"I'm about to cum, Lochy!" You moan, feeling your legs about to give out.

"Me too, my pearl!" Lochlan screams, holding onto your hips tight.

You feel him cum in you one last time and fall to the bed. Lochlan falls on top of you and snuggles with you.

"I love you, my pearl," Lochlan pants, kissing your neck.

Sunday

Lochlan is sitting with you in bed and combing your hair.

"This comb really works wonders on your hair, my pearl," Lochlan compliments, enjoying the golden comb turning your hair into beautiful waves. "Are you doing ok? I know being pregnant in your mermaid form isn't easy."

"I'm fine, Loch. I'm really tired, though," You answer, rubbing your slightly big stomach.

It's been three months since you married Lochlan. Since your honeymoon, you've been pregnant with his kids. Admittedly, he's been a great husband and is making sure your pregnancy is going well. Not only that, but you've been able to see your family.

"Lochlan, can you get me some grouper? Maybe some lobster too? I'm having bad cravings."

"Of course, my sweet."

Lochlan leaves your bed and comes back with a plate of fish and lobster.

"I brought some extra lobster for you. Eat up. You and the babies need nutrients."

"You really care for them, don't you?"

"Of course, I do. A proper king should care for his queen and future heirs. Now, eat. You need to rest during this pregnancy."

Lochlan kisses your head and feeds you.

Headcanon post

#yandere fae #yandere male #yandere boy #yandere smut #yandere dubcon #asks #yandere king

[secretlilycookie]

headcanons of the troll tribes

•Funk

-Their ancestors used to have tails, but as they became more 'civilized' they began to lose their tails.

-They have claws but they prefer to file them since they do not use them and they are somewhat annoying for them.

-they have fangs and their bite is very strong, they will unconsciously show them when they get angry.

-there is no preference between using four legs or two.

-It is taught from adolescence to practice defense, never to attack.

-They will avoid a fight if possible, but if the other throws the first blow they will immobilize him.

-They are quite creative by nature.

-They have a good sense of smell and can distinguish someone by their smell.

-Sometimes they are very egocentric for letting many things be known.

•Country

-They use firearms and only the most trustworthy are taught to use them.

-They have enough resistance and strength.

-The sheriff is the unofficial leader more out of preference than anything else, but if they don't trust him they won't follow him.

-They have to control their strength with other tribes for fear of accidents.

-Never insult his tail or his hair, you will receive a strong kick if you do (do you have any idea how strong are?)

-It has claws but they are very short, they take more care of their hooves.

-They are quite loyal but it is difficult to gain their trust.

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•Pop

-Good metabolism for sweet foods.

-They spend a lot of energy so they eat various desserts or fruits.

-When they fight they usually let themselves be guided by their instincts, sponging themselves a little to perceive more.

-They have claws and fangs, they make them notice when they have a strong emotion, sometimes it is unconscious.

-Their tail is similar to that of a lion, varying in length or fluffy, it is quite expressive and helps them maintain balance.

-They are very intense in their hobbies and that makes it difficult for them to accept those of other trolls.

-They are quite playful when they are little and that causes them to get hurt but gives them resistance as they grow.

-They growl when they are angry.

-They can see a little in the dark but not that much, just distinguishing someone from an object.

•Techno

-They can make their body light up or stop glowing completely to hide.

-They can see in the dark even if they are not used to the dark( at least not in the present).

-The techno have a history of encountering other hostile sea civilizations.

-Only a few can control water, it means they are somehow related to their ancestor.

-They have claws and their eyes will turn into slits when they are VERY upset.

-They have to be constantly active (raves), if not then they will become absent-minded and then somewhat aggressive.

-They have a monarchy and two second in command (one of them is bliss marina) from the towns somewhat far from techno reef.

-Only the trollex family can float on land because they are more attached to their string.

-Those who are born with hydrokinesis are educated to control it since they are somewhat dangerous, this generates a certain distrust of them from other techno.

•Classical

-They are very coordinated so they tend to be together often.

-If they feel in danger they will look for company.

-They have high standards depending on their manners and skills for certain instruments.

-They have a short, fluffy tail, with which they can feel the gusts of wind and fly better.

-They are quite resistant and fast with those wings.

-Their diet is based on vegetables and some fruits.

-They are brave and will go down fighting.

-They learned to 'let go' more when they met the other tribes.

-They use their music as a weapon but they can only use it and they have their string.

-They usually only have one child, more would be dangerous for their health.

-They don't usually admit when they can't handle something because of expectations.

•Rock

-When they are puppies they are playful and quite heavy.

-Sharp fangs and retractable claws.

-They resist high temperatures (that's why they live in a volcano).

-Their tail is like a cat's and twitches when they are defensive.

-They use heat as energy, and their city is sustained by the volcano.

-They are spiteful and somewhat stubborn.

-They often have secret hobbies as they may seem 'silly' or 'cute' to other rock trolls.

-They don't share their fears or worries because they don't want to appear weak.

-They are very aggressive when fighting, preferably using their claws

•In general

-They contain their own music that can be used as energy.

-The scars are white (like an absence of color).

-What happened to the ancestors is something that everyone knows (except the pops at the beginning) but ignores (like the elephant in the room).

-Poppy wasn't the only one given advice to be a better leader, Queen Barb was also 'reprimanded'.

-Everyone has a certain ability to shine but not everyone can use their hair like pop trolls do.

#headcanons #trolls headcanons #trolls funk #trolls rock #trolls country #techno trolls #pop trolls #classical trolls #queen poppy #trolls poppy #trolls barb

[nottskyler]

The Church has an obsession with obedience, specifically obedience to the prophet. I think this comes from a misunderstanding of both the first law being obedience and the purpose of having a prophet.

The first law being obedience does not mean giving up your agency to only do what someone else tells you to do, but it does mean following rules that are important until you understand why they exist. Like a child learning to stop and look both ways before crossing a street or to not hit their sibling or to eat fruits and vegetables so they aren’t constipated. Those rules should be followed because they are important to living a good life and getting along in society, and as a child you don’t yet understand why. You have to obey until you are old enough to understand and then adapt them to their life (like looking as you approach the street instead of stopping or knowing to not cross if you can’t see around a blind corner) but a parent should never force a child to eat legumes if their child breaks out in hives every time they eat them.

Obedience is an act of faith. If there were no commandments, there would be no way to have faith. It’s the act of saying hey I want to trust you, what do I need to do to see if what you say is trustworthy. It’s the first law because without it you can’t experience the transformative power of faith and repentance (the act of becoming a better person). It’s virtue lies solely in developing faith.

This is why “blind obedience” is bad. Blind obedience is giving up your agency to allow someone else to dictate what is right instead of figuring it out for yourself. You are allowed to experiment upon “divine” counsel from prophets and determine that it is not right based on the fruits you experience. And guess what, some people will be allergic to vegetables while other people feel so much better after starting to eat vegetables. And that’s the point. We are supposed to learn for ourselves what is good and evil. If there was only one right answer, humanity would’ve figured it out by now and we wouldn’t have the opportunity to learn for ourselves.

Which brings us to prophets. So many people what to surrender their agency and just blindly follow prophets (I used to be one of them). Sure, if you deign to simply be a sheep following the prophet, yeah you will likely be in the clear as the prophet will be accountable for your actions, but you will be unfit for exaltation. Heavenly Father isn’t running this world based on something someone else is telling Him to do.

So what is the purpose of the prophet? To be a warning on the watchtower. The prophet warns us of dangers ahead and tells us to repent and be prepared. The only time prophets get specific laws for everyone is when they are also leading people in a secular manner (Moses).

Let’s take the example of the family being under attack. And you betcha it is. Families are being broken up by poverty, meaning the state treats being unable to take care of your children due to lack of money the same as physically abusing them. Florida is threatening to break up families if any family member is trans. Anti-abortion laws are encouraging people to be sterilized rather than risk an unwanted pregnancy, meaning families that might’ve been formed won’t be. Long work hours and low pay are reducing the size of families and putting undo stress on families. Expensive healthcare also reduces the amount of kids people have and quality of life and time spent with families, including feeling like it is better to die painfully than riddle your family with medical debt.

The warning that families were under attack was correct. The idea that it was LGBT people trying to live authentically and form families of their own was not correct. It is the rejection of a queer child that breaks up a family, mixed orientation marriages, disagreements on the right way to help a trans child, the fascist response to queer happiness and families, and the general lack of pay increase and exploitation of good people who want to have families but can’t because a billionaire wants a higher score than last year.

Just like I won’t receive revelation for the Church and it’s administration, the prophet is not to make up commandments when Gd has simply given a warning, to create so many rules and policies that it prevents people from experiencing the love of Christ, or to put himself as a Gd on earth without need for repentance, especially for speaking good ideas that aren’t actually meant for everyone.

Sharing my testimony about how Christ has healed me and promising the same to others in my situation is not “receiving revelation for the Church”. It’s finding a legume alternative to fiber and sharing with those who also share that allergy. It’s saying Gd does not want people to suffer an allergic reaction and possibly die. It’s shining my light so others can come to Christ and reduce the suffering in the world.

#personal study #queerstake #faith #obedience #prophets

[inkymagpie]

The Star in the Field Pt.2

Chapter Rating: General

Overall Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Slight Angst, minimal descriptions of y/n, reader uses they/them/she/her pronouns.

Chapter Synopsis: Morpheus lets out a surprised scoff and looks at the raven with mild amusement. 

“Is that what you think, that I’m making a mountain out of a molehill.” Matthew hops closer and the Dream Lord comes to sit on the edge of the fountain. 

“I mean maybe? Maybe not. All I’m saying is maybe you should take a day to just I don’t know, relax, go for a walk or something?” 

The Endless looks up at the murky skies that had been bright and clear not a few minutes ago.“Perhaps you are right.”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part4

One of the things that you absolutely adored about humans was their markets; from food to odd trinkets, you could spend your whole day wandering the streets of south London. Initially Hob had to guide you through the narrow streets and bustling stalls, assuring you wouldn’t get lost or heckled (which happened only once and ended quick enough when the merchant found out you had no money). But now you move through the throngs of people with ease, finding great joy in experiencing the day to day life of humanity. 

When you had first arrived at the New Inn you had nothing but the dress on your body (having been ruined in the fall), no money and no clue as to what you were going to do now bound to live on Earth. Hob had been more than generous, welcoming you into his home, giving you one of the spare rooms above the Inn and offering you a job of sorts helping him with general management. And considering he had started his adjunct professorship and had to teach two days out of the week he definitely needed an extra set of hands. 

You had been nervous of course at first, cautious of the seemingly overly friendly human, especially after hearing of what the last falling star had to endure during her time on earth. However your companion that had dropped you off ensured you that Hob was nothing but trustworthy, and since he had some experience of what lies beyond the veil of mortality he would be one of the few ‘humans’ that would be able to suspend his disbelief of your origins. 

That had been a month ago nearly to the day, and you found yourself finally beginning to settle in …well aside from your sleep patterns, but it was getting there.

“Getting another peck of apples today y/n?” The fruit stall vendor smiles as you walk up to the table brimming with ripe fruits.

“Yes sir!” You hand him your basket before adjusting your sunhat, the sunlight glinting warmly in the balmy September air. “The apple pies have been a big hit it seems.”

“That’s one thing I think everyone can agree on.” He nods as he carefully selects the ruby red fruits; he always gives you the best ones. 

“What’s that?” You ask as he hands you one to snack on while you shop.

“I don’t think anyone could pass up a good slice of apple pie.” He chuckles.

You grin, apple pie is one of your favorite human treats so you couldn’t agree more. 

“If you stop by the Inn on Friday I’ll be sure to have the cook save you a big slice!” He hands you back your basket, now filled nearly to the brim; you hand him a few notes, to which he returns half of them. “What? No, I know they are worth this much.” You try and hand him back the returned money but he raises his hands up with a soft chuckle.

“I’ll take the rest of that payment in that slice of pie.” He replies smiling. 

You blink at him for a moment, money still in your outstretched hand. Your arm lowers and you smile brightly, tamping down the urge to shine outwardly. 

“I’ll accept that deal good sir.” You put the saved money in the pocket of your dress and do a little half curtsy, he laughs heartily and does a theatrical bow back at you.

“Until next time m’lady.” 

There were a few more stops along the way, and even though your arms were now overburdened with items from the market you still stop on the way back to the New Inn to pick up an earl grey tea with milk for yourself and a black coffee for Hob.

“Whooooaaa! Training for a powerlifting competition now I see!” Hob shuffles around a few patrons as you shoulder the door open with a huff. “I don’t know how you managed to carry all this stuff back here in one trip… is that coffee for me?” He takes a few bags from you arms and grabs the drink tray from you as well.

“There is one important thing that I’ve learned while spending time amongst mortals Hod Galding.” You say, tone serious as you follow him to the small but cozy work kitchen.

He eyes you curiously as he sets the bags in his arms down on the kitchen bench. 

“One must never make two trips with groceries.” You reply matter of factly, setting your own bags down and reaching for your tea in the tray that Hob now held.

He blinks at you and then barks out a peel of laughter so sharp that you are certain the customers in the bar area can hear him. 

You sip your tea looking rather pleased with yourself; knowing that Hob took delight in your humor had become one of your favorite things.

“That I believe is the most important lesson any being, this plane or otherwise could ever learn.” He says wiping his watering eyes when he finally settles down enough to speak without pausing to have a little giggle. 

You laugh at that and start to put some of your purchases away.

“Guenevere comes in in an hour, you don’t have to put anything away; not like you bought anything that would spoil sitting out?” Hob leans against the bench and sips at his coffee watching as you organize your purchases.

“I know but I don’t mind helping.” You shrug and continue on, you know that Guenevere would be more than happy to put away the ingredients you had bought for her but honestly… you still felt like you had so much you had to repay Hob for that you pick up any slack around the Inn. 

He leaves for a moment to check with the bartender ‘something about Mad Hettie stopping by and drinking the last of the thirty year old whiskey scotch.’

You finish up your prep and store the basket and bags away, taking a moment to lean against the bench and enjoy your tea…except… your mind keeps drifting to the man in your dreams. 

You hadn’t told Hob about him just that you had dreamt… it’s not like it meant anything, just a weird figment of your imagination, a creation of your own mind after years and years never dreaming. 

It isn’t until you hear Hob greeting Guenevere from the front of the house that you realize you had drifted off into thought again and your tea was now unpleasantly cool.

-

“So a new Star, huh… I always thought they were like giant balls of gas…” Matthew comments as he watches Lucienne leaf through a few pages from another book. There was a picture of what looked like a sun on the cover so he assumes it must be about space…or something?

“Not all Stars are immortal beings, some are in fact, as you put it…giant balls of gas.” Lucienne replies, examining a line of text with more scrutiny. 

“Ya but most of the ones that aren’t balls of gas are balls of hot air.” Mervyn huffs as he works to clean some melted wax off the book ladened table.

“Mervyn…” Lucienne sighs and eyes him over her spectacles.

“What? Thinking they’re too good for the Dreaming and all that.” 

“Too good for the Dreaming?” Matthew asks, curiosity more than piqued at this point.

Lucienne lowers the book in her hand, careful to keep her spot as she eyes the two men chidingly, before turning her attention to Matthew, gaze softening a bit.

“Most Stars are ancient beings, older than some of the gods themselves. Since they have existed for so long and do not require rest in the same way mortals do, many of them do not visit the Dreaming anymore.” She replies.

“They don’t sleep?“ The raven cocks his head. 

“Oh they sleep.” Merv butts in. 

“Stars can sleep, but they don’t require it.” Lucienne ignores the comment from their pumpkin headed companion. “But when they sleep they often bypass the Dreaming.” 

“Why would they do that?” Matthew questions, why would anyone want to circumvent the Dreaming?

“As I’ve said they’ve been around for a long time I suppose when you live for that long you sometimes…lose interest after a few millennia.” She shrugs. 

Matthew is quiet for a moment, contemplating. Lucienne goes back to her book. 

“I didn’t think anyone would ever get tired of the Dreaming, I don’t think I ever would.” He says matter-of-factly. 

“Oh they come to visit every thousand years or so; have a little vacation.” Merv says having finally gotten the stubborn wax off the table. 

“Merv I’m sure there are other tables that might need your attention.” The Librarian says pointedly and everyone knows it’s her way of telling him ‘that’s enough.’

“Ya, ya …” he waves her off nonplussed, but moves to go about his business. “Maybe you guys should start putting’ I don’t know tea cozies' under your candle fixtures, save me some of the trouble of scrapin’ wax.” He says nonchalantly as he stalks off into another corner of the Library. 

Lucienne sighs and shakes her head, the library now finally quiet again. 

Matthew decides to give the librarian some air and goes to find Morpheus, maybe he had found out something interesting (though he doubts it, Lucienne seems to always be a step ahead when it comes to sleuthing.)

He finds him in the castle gardens, the great stone pillars and statues once again in all their former glory, the plethora of flora which he is fairly certain didn’t exist on earth beginning to flourish once more.

“Making good progress boss.” He comments as he lands on the grand fountain, which still has a few cracks but no longer a ruin and ruffles his feathers from the mist of water it produces.

“Yes… so it would seem.” Morpheus comments without zeal. “The dreams and nightmares are beginning to return as well.”

“It’ll be an interesting place when it’s all full again.” 

“The Dreaming is never full, its expanse is ever growing, shifting.” Morpheus comments, his focus still drawn to the landscape before him.

Matthew watches as the Dream Lord waves his hand and a branching hydra of ivy twists and turns its way up one of the archways that lines the cobblestone path that winds through the garden. A burst of shifting iridescent flowers blooming across its tendrils. Then all of the archways that follow repeat the process until the garden pathway is an ever changing cornucopia of colors. 

“You have a question, do you not Matthew?” The raven is sure he sees a small quirk on his master's lips.

“Well I didn’t want to interrupt your hard work.” He huffs, Morpheus can be so smug with his foresight. 

Morpheus waits, knowing that his patience will out last Matthews need to find answers. 

“Did you find anything out about the Star?” He finally asks, this catches Morpheus’ attention, and he turns towards the raven, a frown drawing his face tight.

“I have not.” he pauses for a moment, weighing if he should ask or not. “Has Lucinenne…” he lets the question hang in the air, hoping Matthew will pick up on it and not make him stoop to asking outright.

“No, not yet.” This causes the frown on Morpheus’ face to deepen. 

The air grows a bit chillier and Matthew is quite certain those rain clouds weren’t there a moment again. Ah his boss is brooding again.

“Hey, have you thought about taking a little break, you’ve had a lot on your plate recently.” Matthew says after a lengthy silence where Morpheus stewed in his thoughts. 

“What?” 

“What if you’re making this whole Star thing into a bigger thing than it is? You just got all your stolen stuff back and the Dreaming isn’t falling apart anymore. Maybe you just need a you day instead of acting like the world is ending.” Matthew shrugs or as best he can with wings.

Morpheus lets out a surprised scoff and looks at the raven with mild amusement. 

“Is that what you think, that I’m making a mountain out of a molehill.” Matthew hops closer and the Dream Lord comes to sit on the edge of the fountain. 

“I mean maybe? Maybe not. All I’m saying is maybe you should take a day to just I don’t know, relax, go for a walk or something?” 

The Endless looks up at the murky skies that had been bright and clear not a few minutes ago.

“Perhaps you are right.”

-

It isn’t quite cold enough for the fire to be lit in the parlor but the small room is cozy nonetheless and it has become one of you favorite places to end the day; when most of the patrons had gone home and Hob had completed his not so subtle nightly flirting with Guenevere before she too had left for the evening.

You gaze up from your book, and give him a smug little smile as he enters the room, a small tray of biscuits and two teacups balanced in his grasp.

“What’s that look for, hmmm?” He questions as he settles down in the armchair across from you, pulling some papers from the messenger bag beside the chair. 

“Oh nothing… How is Guenevere?” You ask, reaching for a biscuit and one of the cups, your nose scrunching up as you catch the scent of coffee wafting from the saucer. “It’s past 10pm, Hob.” But you still take the offered drink anyway. 

He sputters theatrically at your gentle teasing.

“I’ll have you know she is doing very well and I am very charming.” He looks rather pleased with himself as he stuffs a biscuit in his mouth. “And it’s decaf, we are out of the Sleepytime tea.” 

You click your tongue as you examine the biscuit between your fingers, you wonder if it will taste good if you dip it in the coffee like you did your nightly tea. You decide to try. 

“I can stop off at the cafe near the market and pick up some more tomorrow.” You say, trying your new biscuit coffee creation which you decide is acceptable. 

“I don’t mind doing that, you already went out today, I don’t want you making another trip just because I was lazy and didn’t check.” He says, neatly stacking the papers he pulled from his bag and clicking his pen.

You wave him off taking a big gulp from your coffee oh! The sugar from the biscuit was a delightful little surprise. “You know I don’t mind going out at all, I actually wanted to do a little window shopping anyway, I keep hearing about ‘fall fashion’ and I don’t want to miss out on what sounds like such an important human custom.”

Hob laughs before settling down and looking over the paperwork in his lap; papers from his students you presume. You settle back in as well going back to your reading.

It’s quiet for a time, save for the sound of Hobs occasionally scribbling.

“I worry about you sometimes.” You look up frowning. 

“About me?” Your companion gives you a small glance but quickly focuses back on his writing.

“About what you said, with the last…Star that fell to earth. That people tried to cut out her heart?” You still find it hard to fathom that he believed everything that you had told him so far about Stars… but Hob was a strange man and not exactly…human himself.

“I mean that was years ago, well over a century. I doubt I’ll run into anyone like that.” You hum thinking back to the story that was told to you upon the return of Yvaine. “Are there even witches like that anymore?”

Hob looks at you with raised brows.

“If there is one thing I’ve grown certain of over the years is that you can never be sure of what’s out there.”

You sit back in your chair with a sigh. 

“I suppose you’re right…thank you for thinking about me, it means a lot, truly.” You give him a genuine smile which he returns before looking back to his paperwork.

“Just let me know if I have to beat anyone off with a stick.” He chuckles.

You snort and shake your head.

-

You turn over in your bed for what must be the hundredth time that night, the alarm clock glowing mockingly in the dark.

1am

You had told yourself the night before that you would finally be getting your routine down tonight… but every time you close your eyes, your mind drifts off. The brief mention of Yvaine weighing heavily on your mind.

She had been the only other fallen Star that you had ever known… and certainly the only one to ever return to the heavens and with her beloved husband no less. Maybe, maybe you could return? If you could just somehow find a candle.

A Babylonian Candle; the relic that had allowed her to return… an artifact so rare that it was a shock she had found it amongst mortals at all, a very gift from the Presence himself. 

You sign and turn over once again, now facing the window that you had once again refused to curtain. 

-

The next morning you’re up before Hob, well having been up all night you're not sure if it really counts that you ‘got up’ before him. You split a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast with jam with him before letting him know that you planned to stop by the cafe by the market before going window shopping.

“At least buy yourself a few things, warm things, weathers going to be changing here soon.” He comments and hands you some notes.

“You don’t have to give me money.” You frown and push it back over to him across the table.

“You’re getting your ‘paycheck’ on Friday anyway, just take it a little early.” He has been giving you a weekly paycheck of sorts, a stipend really, since you started helping him around the Inn. You had initially told him no but when he asked you how you intended to pay for things you had been stumped…and begrudgingly accepted.

You sigh as he pushes the money back to you and you accept it, though you do hand him back the extra fifty pounds he tried to sneak you; he laughs and rolls his eyes accepting the truce. 

You head out once you are sure the stores would be open and oh Hob was right, there is a chill in the air and you run back inside and ask to borrow a jacket. 

Your first stop is the cafe, they do their own blends of tea there and both you and Hob are quite fond of their ‘Sleepytime’ tea. You’re not sure if it actually makes you sleepy but he swears by it and it tastes delightful. You purchase a bag of freshly blended loose leaf tea along with a charming little teaspoon that has a silver sleeping cat on the handle.

Walking back out into the crisp morning air you make your way down to the historic shopping district; a lovely little area with narrow cobblestone streets and shopfronts in brick buildings that had stood for centuries. 

You decide that you can’t borrow one of Hobs jackets every time the weather has a nip in the air so you pop into a little clothing store you had walked past a few times while out and about. The mannequins in the window display all wearing cute, warm looking clothing and accessories. 

You end up with a darling jacket, one that fits you much better than your borrowed one as well as a push scarf and heavy knit socks with foxes on them. 

You stop in a few more shops but nothing catches your fancy enough to purchase; you decide to grab lunch at a small cafe before heading back.

You notice a dessert menu as you finish up your meal and settle on getting a to-go dessert for Hob as a little thank you for giving you your paycheck early. You select a slice of chocolate cake and thank the waitress for her recommendations and pack up to head back to the Inn.

You didn’t really have anything else planned for the day so you take your time enjoying the weather as you walk, taking the long way back past the park. You avoid what looks like a car accident by the park entrance; though you curiously eye a number of ambulances, before giving a quick once over of the crowd before continuing on. 

It’s 3pm by the time you arrive back at the Inn, fumbling with the door as you try to balance your bags as well as the dessert for Hob. Finally you manage to scoot the door open and you shuffle inside, you can see Hob on the far side of the Inn speaking with a man in all black who’s back is facing you.

Hob spots you over the man’s shoulder and grins waving you over; you return his smile but before you can take a step further his guest slowly turns to look at you…

It feels as though time stands still, or perhaps it’s your heart… you distantly hear the sound of the bags that were once in your hands falling to the floor.

It’s the man from your dream.

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[freakyzoids]

random simon “ghost” riley hcs because i’m mentally unwell about this man

he doesn’t wear his mask all the time. at least the one he wears in the field. usually when on base or at home, he will wear a simple balaclava (still with the skull print) or a black surgical/face mask. this is mostly to keep his anonymity but has also become a comfort and a way for him to choose who he let’s see the real him. (before anyone asks, no he doesn’t sleep or shower with it on. the only time he sleeps with the mask is if he’s out in the field and has to share a tent with someone. otherwise it comes off.)

because he wears a mask so often, ghost keeps gum, mints, hard candies, etc on him at all times. this is both to keep his mouth from drying out and to keep his breath fresh. it also acts as a way to curb his need for a cigarette.

(he also has a massive sweet tooth, especially for sour or bitter tasting things. he doesn’t really like fruit flavored candy and instead prefers the real thing. though he does make an exception for lemon or sour cherry flavored sweets.)

speaking of cigarettes, ghost doesn’t actually smoke too often. he will occasionally (mostly smoking with price during breaks), but tends to keep away from them. it’s mostly a way to help him cope with stress. you can tell when he’s really stressed by an increase in his smoking habits.

yes he does go to therapy. he has a lovely therapist that he meets with regularly. he prefers in person visits as it allows him more privacy to fully open himself up, but if he’s really desperate he’ll do a phone or video visit. these mostly happen when he’s deployed.

in terms of relationships, ghost doesn’t actively seek them out. this is due to a multitude of reasons, but many stem from his active duty as a soldier. he’s seen a lot of people come and go in his life, and he’s seen the aftermath of what happens when a spouse or partner is left behind. he doesn’t want to risk putting someone through that trauma given how dangerous the missions he goes on are. however, if the right person came along, he might be willing to work through those feelings to be with them. though it would take a LONG time before he felt ready to do that.

he prefers judging people by their actions over their words. if you can prove yourself trustworthy and loyal to him, you will have an ally for life. breaking that trust will cause him to turn very hostile (ex: graves) towards the person. it is extremely difficult for him to forgive people and trust them again unless they show over a long span of time that they have actively changed for the better.

not a huge sport guy to be honest. he doesn’t like watching or playing sports too much besides watching the occasional soccer match with the rest of the 141. he prefers spending his rec or time off reading, listening to music, or playing board/card games. he’s the reason why there’s a ton stockpiled on base. his favorite games are strategy based like catan, risk, and chess. (he also loves mousetrap but mostly because he loves watching soap get pissed at getting trapped.)

sleeps like the fucking dead. when he’s out, he’s OUT. there is no waking this man after he falls asleep. moves around a lot when he sleeps too. has definitely woken up on the floor because he rolled over too far in the middle of the night. also talks in his sleep and says the most batshit insane things that leave his bunk mates fearing for their lives and sanity.

he does the autism thing where if someone asks him to do something, he’ll say “no” and do it anyways. it confuses a lot of people at first when he does it.

is actually a really great cook. he has a collection of recipe books at his flat back home that he will try different recipes from often. he saves his favorites in a little binder along with any notes he’s jotted down (like modifications for his own taste, things to pair with it, etc.) he will cook for the 141 if they ask him to.

#clown.txt #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod mw #ghost headcanons #i could add so much more but yeah :] #holds him gently like a pudgy bird #he is very autism to me

[animegirlop]

Ace, Sabo, and Luffy X Y/N Pov: meeting for the first time.

Ace

Ace POV:

🔥 ''Pops look at this bounty!'' Ace said excitedly and showed Whitebeard a wanted poster of a beautiful woman. Whitebeard took the poster, to get a better view. ''That is quite the bounty, and such a beauty could need some protection'' Whaitbeard knew Ace too well, so he knew that pops would help him.

🔥'' Marco I want you to keep an eye out for this girl'' pops held up the poster. ''Got it pops'' Of Marco went using his Tori Tori no Mi, devil fruit, to get a good view from the sky. Ace went onto the deck, getting more and more excited.

🔥 He wondered how long it would take to find her, it could take days, weeks, or even months. Whitebeard had a lot of connections so it could go fast for all he knew. No matter how long it took he wouldn't stop searching for her even if the Whitebeard pirates stops.

🔥 ''I can see land, is that the right one pops?'' Ace asked, and pointed toward the island. Whitebeard nodded, ''That is what my contact said.'' Ace got more and more excited, but if he finds her how would he react and do? All these questions in his head, wouldn't stop spinning.

🔥 '' She wasn't there'' Marco put his hand on Ace's shoulder, he just shook his head. Just where could she be? All the contacts hadn't seen here, except this one. ''Set sail!'' Roared Whitebeard. And of we go, ''Looking for me cowboy?'' the voice came from behind him, he looked to see her sitting relaxed with her back against the wall.

Y/N POV:

🔥 A new wanted poster had just come out. Your bounty got bigger and bigger. You felt proud of the amount, it was above The worst generation of pirates. And you liked it!

🔥 " Which Island is next? I could go for this one, looks like a good place to hide while getting stronger." The map showed a little island that had a little shape on the map, compared to the other islands this one was little for sure.

🔥 As you set sail, it fell good to be on the sea again. The sound of the waves, the wind, and the sun. There were not you loved more than the sea. "All this excitement," you said with a big smile.

🔥 Finally you arrived at the island, it had taken days. But it was worth it! It was little, quiet, and not many people around. As you walked down the street you overheard a voice "the woman you're searching for just arrived at the island 'Smal town'"

🔥 To get safer you decided to get to move around by using the trees, you had always liked to climb. When you saw the sea you saw Moby Dick, "So the Whitebeard pirates are here". Out of curiosity, you got on board, when they left the ship. " She wasn't there" It was fire fist Ace. Oh my! " Set Sail" roared Whitebeard. You sat down leaning against the wall ''Looking for me cowboy?'' You asked with a smirk.

Sabo

Y/N POV:

🌡The government knows well who you are, they have quite the interests in you. Neither were you a Pirate, marine, or a revolutionary, but you were smart and clever. When you wanted to disappear, you did. If you wanted to be found they did find you.

🌡" Common Y/N we finally found you, all we want is to ask you a question," The Admiral of this Navy ship said. You looked around the room there was only one window and that's it.

🌡 "What do you want to know," you asked and started to walk around, you were restless. "We would like you to become an undercover marine'" This is the dumbest question ever. Why would you become a marine when you had a relaxing life.

🌡 "And just what do I get out of it?" Your answer came as a surprise, they didn't answer right away. " we know that you are relaxed by nature, but you also have knowledge that could be necessary for us" so that's what it is!

🌡" So if I say no you're going to keep me here?" The government wasn't trustworthy, that's for sure. " Sound about right, we have orders"

Sabo POV:

🌡" Sabo we have a new mission for you," Drago said as he entered the office. A new day a new mission, Sabo was getting used to this. It all was so exciting, " Ok I'm ready" he couldn't wait to start.

🌡" Have you ever heard of Y/N?" of course he had, she is known for being smart and clever. No one knows more about her. "Yes I do, but I don't know what she looks like" Dragon placed a picture on the desk, and Sabo went closer to get a better view.

🌡She looked pure and nothing like the rumors. From what he had heard she was seen as a mysterious human being. No one had seen her face, so there was a lot of imagination and stories. " Find her and get her here to safety, the government wants her. You will find her on a navy ship"

🌡 Sabo sets of with Koala the two of them should be enough. They needed to be quiet not to be seen. So to many from the revolutionary army would be too much. It didn't take long to find the ship.

🌡"It's only one Ship, we should split up, Sabo you should try the windows, I will have a look on the deck," Koala said and started to climb. Sabo used a rope so he wouldn't fall into the water. In one he saw her, she was a beauty. He gave Koala the signal to get the marines to go onto the deck. As soon as they left the room he knocked on the window, and she opened it. "Would you like to get away from here?"

Luffy

Luffy POV:

🍖 " Sanji! I'm hungry!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. The cook just nodded and went for the kitchen, all he could think about was meat. "Luffy you need to contain yourself." Robin said in a calm voice.

🍖 "Usopp, Chopper! I wanna Fish!" It didn't take long until the three of them were fishing. It was the perfect weather for it, the sun was bright and a little bit of wind. " this is boring" Luffy just couldn't sit still today, no matter what.

🍖 " Eat this and shut up" Sanji sat his plate on the swing. "Looks delicious" He got even happier! It was all meat! The food was gone in a blink of an eye, ha starter to choke on the food like always.

🍖 "Hey if you are finished, come back I have a great feeling," Usopp smiled like he always does when he has a little lie on his mind. "Once I was able to get a 10 000 ft long f...." "I CAN SEE ANOTHER SHIP AHEAD!" Zoro yelled, from the crows nest

🍖 "Get ready everyone!" Nami yelled, Luffy Stood up holding his hat. Usopp and Chopper got ready for a battle with the others. " It's The Straw Hat pirates! Brace Yourself men!" A girl yelled

Y/N POV:

🍖 " Do we have everything we need before the next island?" Y/N asked her right hand. He opened the storage book and saw through it twice. "Looks like we only miss some cannon balls," he said and showed you the book.

🍖 The two of you went on deck to see that some of your crew were fishing, some relaxing and some were hardworking. " Can you see anything you asked as you took a glance at the at sea.

🍖 "it's a nice day to day wouldn't you say" the ship's doctor approach you. "Yeah it is, still I find it a bit too quiet," for the last couple of days you had been hunted down by marines and bounty hunters. After The worst generation, they have seemed to be more active.

🍖 "Captain I can see another pirate ship!" You're left-hand man came over by your side with a telescope. You too it up to your eye, you had seen that flag a lot of times in the paper. " It's The Straw Hat pirates! Brace Yourself men!"

🍖 The battle cries raised from your crew the closer you got to The Straw Hats. You got ready to board the ship when, Straw Hat Luffy asked "Hey! Are you pirates!"

#one piece #the strawhats #straw hat luffy #whitebeard one piece #ace one piece #sabo the revolutionary #sabo one piece #ace x reader #sabo x reader #luffy x reader

[hiswordsarekisses]

The Father chose us, and gave us to His Son. The Son promised The Father He would not lose us. Then, He drew us to Himself, and we came. We love Him because He first loved us. We cannot even want Him unless He drew us and wanted us to. Then He immediately began to transform us, which takes a lifetime, mostly because - although He does the work - it takes a while for us to stop struggling and let Him do it. Also, it’s such a complete work - consisting of mind, heart, and actions. These do not always change at the same time, and some things take longer than others. However, His trustworthy promises is to finish what He started in us, so when we resist and stray it’s only painful and it takes longer - but He has taken this into account and given us everything that we need through His own Spirit which He put inside of us, full of power to do all that He requires. He is patient and loving and He knows exactly how to get us to the end without losing us. His kindness is so overwhelming that it literally brings our hearts to this repentance that causes our desire to have Him change everything about us. As we put Him first and delight in Him, He will give us HIS desires in our heart and take our old desires out. We can know that we are truly His by these things, because we cannot do any of this without Him. The passages below help me in times of doubt, and assist me in working out my salvation with fear and trembling. He allows us to question whether we belong to Him because He wants us to find the answer and have it written on our hearts and be so sure that the enemy cannot lie to us and cause us to doubt. He wants us to stand firm and not be shaken.

✝️💕✝️💞✝️💕✝️💞✝️💕✝️

“For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him.” Romans‬ ‭8‬:‭15‬-‭17‬

“You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you.” John‬ ‭15‬:‭16‬ ‭

“All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never cast out. For I have come down from heaven, not to do my own will but the will of him who sent me. And this is the will of him who sent me, that I should lose nothing of all that he has given me, but raise it up on the last day. For this is the will of my Father, that everyone who looks on the Son and believes in him should have eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day.”” John‬ ‭6‬:‭37‬-‭40‬

“No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him. And I will raise him up on the last day.” John‬ ‭6‬:‭44‬

“And he said, “This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless it is granted him by the Father.”” John‬ ‭6‬:‭65‬ ‭

“We love because he first loved us.” 1 John‬ ‭4‬:‭19‬

“But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, he will teach you all things and bring to your remembrance all that I have said to you.” John‬ ‭14‬:‭26‬

And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. 2 Corinthians 3:18

You are already clean because of the word which I have spoken to you. John 15:3

He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word Ephesians 5:26

It is hard for you to kick repeatedly against the goads offering pointless resistance. (Acts 26:14-b)

“Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, so now, not only as in my presence but much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure.” Philippians‬ ‭2‬:‭12‬-‭13‬

“Jesus answered them, “This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent.”” John‬ ‭6‬:‭29‬ ‭

“And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” Philippians‬ ‭1‬:‭6‬

“But he is unchangeable, and who can turn him back? What he desires, that he does. For he will complete what he appoints for me, and many such things are in his mind.” Job‬ ‭23‬:‭13‬-‭14‬

“His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, by which he has granted to us his precious and very great promises, so that through them you may become partakers of the divine nature, having escaped from the corruption that is in the world because of sinful desire. For this very reason, make every effort to supplement your faith with virtue, and virtue with knowledge, and knowledge with self-control, and self-control with steadfastness, and steadfastness with godliness, and godliness with brotherly affection, and brotherly affection with love. For if these qualities are yours and are increasing, they keep you from being ineffective or unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. For whoever lacks these qualities is so nearsighted that he is blind, having forgotten that he was cleansed from his former sins. Therefore, brothers, be all the more diligent to confirm your calling and election, for if you practice these qualities you will never fall. For in this way there will be richly provided for you an entrance into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Therefore I intend always to remind you of these qualities, though you know them and are established in the truth that you have. I think it right, as long as I am in this body, to stir you up by way of reminder,” 2 Peter‬ ‭1‬:‭3‬-‭13‬

“Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.” Psalm‬ ‭37‬:‭4‬

Therefore repent and return, so that your sins may be wiped away, in order that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord; Acts 3:19

The Lord is not slow about His promise, as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing for any to perish but for all to come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9

“And have you forgotten the exhortation that addresses you as sons? “My son, do not regard lightly the discipline of the Lord, nor be weary when reproved by him. For the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and chastises every son whom he receives.” It is for discipline that you have to endure. God is treating you as sons. For what son is there whom his father does not discipline? If you are left without discipline, in which all have participated, then you are illegitimate children and not sons.” Hebrews‬ ‭12‬:‭5‬-‭8‬

“so as to walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to him: bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; being strengthened with all power, according to his glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy; giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in light. He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.” Colossians‬ ‭1‬:‭10‬-‭14‬

“Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him, and he will act. He will bring forth your righteousness as the light, and your justice as the noonday.” Psalm 37:5-6

[hobiebrownismygod]

OC/Spider-Sona Backstory: The Widow

Maitreyi Jokhar (she/her), Earth-20262, Present day, Spider-man/Black Widow variant

Part 4!

Before you read, you should probably check out Part 3 HERE first so that you understand all the lore and references I'll be making! <3

Backstory Continuation:

We can help you

Steve Rogers' words echoed through her mind as she paced from corner to corner, the room filled with the noise of her boots rhythmically patting across the floor. The promise that S.H.I.E.L.D. would help Maitreyi escape H.Y.D.R.A's ruthless grasp was too enticing to ignore, but would be an impossible feat. After all, the serum she'd been injected with controlled her. Turned her into a weapon. An animal. She was created to obey, so how could she betray them? The people who'd stole her childhood from her, the people who'd forced her into slavery, the people who'd made sure she'd never be able to live a normal life again. With this chance, could she betray them? Would she?

She winced slightly, the taste of blood flooding her mouth. She'd been biting her cheek out of anxiety.

She knew that if she complied, S.H.I.E.L.D would be willing to protect her. The group was always so welcoming to H.Y.D.R.A. agents, always willing to take them in to turn against Pierce. After all, the more agents they turned to their side, the more they'd know about H.Y.D.R.A's capabilities.

She knew that S.H.I.E.L.D didn't care about protecting her as much as they did about preventing the serum flowing through her veins from falling back into Russian hands.

But there was something comforting about the man she'd been sent to kill. Those kind eyes, that concerned look on his face. He seemed so trustworthy. But she knew he was deadly. Or at least, that's what she'd been told.

____________________________________________________________

Meanwhile:

Captain Rogers was standing outside the lab, arms folded over his chest as he intently focused on the scientists working. This mishap with the young girl he'd met had actually proven fruitful. She'd covered her tracks fairly well, hiding fingerprints, deleting camera footage, her face covered by her mask, but she'd forgotten one thing.

Steve watched as the scientist raised the single strand of raven-black hair to PCR machine, beginning the conduction of a DNA test.

S.H.I.E.L.D. doubted that it would yield any useful results. After all, this girl was obviously a H.Y.D.R.A. agent. There wouldn't be anything about her in their database and it would take ages and a team of geniuses to hack into H.Y.D.R.A.'s database. But she killed Nick Fury. So it would have to be done.

"Hey, Mr. Rogers!"

Steve turned around to see Phil Coulson, a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D agent who also happened to be a Captain America superfan, walking towards him.

"Has the test finished yet?"

Steve shook his head no, extending his arm out to Agent Coulson for a handshake before retracting and looking back into the window of the lab.

"She was just a kid. Didn't look a day over 16." Steve said thoughtfully, his tone a little sad as he pondered the question as to why H.Y.D.R.A. would force a little girl to murder a man she probably didn't even know.

"That's what the Russians do." Coulson shook his head, his tone a bit dejected. "They don't care how they do the job as long as it gets done. And well...it got done."

Fury's death was a horrific misfortune, an incident which sent S.H.I.E.L.D into shambles as they searched for a new director to replace him. But it was difficult. No one would be able to live up to Fury. However, they decided to appoint Maria Hill, S.H.I.E.L.D agent and Fury's second in command to be the acting director for the organization while the board continued to search. Even so, most believed that Maria would eventually become the full director.

"What'll S.H.I.E.L.D do once they catch her?" Steve asked, turning to Coulson, arms still folded across his chest.

"It depends. Usually H.Y.D.R.A agents are imprisoned, sometimes even killed if they've committed serious acts of terrorism, which this girl definitely did. But she's not just an agent, is she?" Coulson looked back at Steve, eyebrow raising slightly. "She was able to fight you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You have superpowers. No random agent would be able to fight and defeat THE Captain America." Coulson said, a hint of praise in his tone.

"Are you-are you saying you think she's like me?" Steve asked incredulously, eyes widening as the realization spread across him. Another super-soldier.

"Look, I shouldn't really be telling you this..." Coulson looked to the side and then back at Steve, his voice quieting to a whisper. "Maria thinks H.Y.D.R.A. found a way to duplicate the super-soldier serum that was used on you back in the 40s. And we think that they used it on this kid."

"So what? You're gonna try to put this kid in prison?" Steve asked, trying to process what he was hearing. Someone like him. A kid that was like him. This was...complicated. But he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. He had always felt so out of place at S.H.I.E.L.D. Sure other superheroes existed, people like Tony Stark, Clint Barton, etc...but no one quite like him. But now, now there was someone else. The only problem was...

She was a terrorist.

"Well, she's still a kid after all. Maybe she can be saved?" Coulson shrugged. "Besides, H.Y.D.R.A. brainwashes most of their agents. If we can snap this girl out of it, who knows? You might just have to become a mentor."

A mentor? That actually sounds pretty refreshing.

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[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

Ok I’m so sorry for constantly making asks cry 😭 but how would make group (+ dbk and pif) react to WuKong WITHOUT his glamour or how he looked in jttw????

AAAHH!! IT'S FINE!!

I love answering questions, especially when it's about my little meow meows.

Butttt but but but but!

That is a good question.

in the LMK universe, we have to accept the fact that thing have changed, and that things didn't happened.

So their reaction may vary, because while i would say that pif already knows about it because she is present in jttw and she is one of wukong enemies, in LMK it might not be true. But let's go with that.

Now I'm not sure if wukong does wear glamours, he likely does, even though I do headcanon him that he used to look like a literal demon during jttw and then took his sweet time those 500+ in flower fruit mountain to clean himself and finally look like what he is in the show, but if he did wore glamour or he would look like how he used to, then reactions would again be different for everyone.

I don't recall DBK ever getting mentioned or being in the journey against sun wukong, (it's probably not true, with how long the book is he could have taken a whole chapter with him) but i do think that in LMK he wouldn't even recognize wukong if he looked like he was in the book.

Now it's up to everyone rappresentation on what wukong used to look like in jttw, but i do imagine him having a somewhat orange/brown shade fur, with red eyes and probably scars and blood stains from the demons he killed. His voice would also be similar to Beetlejuice one because of him screaming in the furnace and the melting copper he had.

But still, he's a bit unrecognizable, y'know? So most characters won't recognize he is sun wukong.

PIF would also be someone who would absolutely not recognize wukong and just deny that, that is not him because there's no way dude.

MK would be confused at first, taken back when he realizes that the burned monkey is sun wukong, his teacher,and then starts asking questions.

Such as "are you okay?" "Why is your fur like that???" "Is that your blood stains?", Y'know getting worried for his teacher, he would never actually be scared of sun wukong.

Mei would be kind of not taking sun wukong look seriously, she would think it's a cosplay or that he is pulling off those silly shapeshifting abilities, but feeling uneasy a bit because his looks are still consider scary. Even though wukong was more feared because of his temper rather than looks.

Pigsy dad instinct would kick in once again and would try to keep MK back simply because wukong dosen't look trustworthy, but pigsy won't even recognize wukong, so that's also a why he just jumped to conclusions that the "burned monkey demon" might be bad.

He still thinks of wukong as bad, or well not bad but he's surely not the best guy in the world, but damn dude who hurt you

Tang? Tang woud need a moment both to process the fact that he has been writing and drawing the story of the monkey king wrong, because his looks are different than he thought, and that the almighty and untouchable sun wukong has so many scars from battle, and then he would ask questions. a lot of questions and some might do wukong uncomfortable.

Such as how he became like this, of people do that or if people do this because of his looks, ect.

Sandy? Sandy once again the only one with sympathy.

Sandy is a character who understand people, who knows when they need a break and went through a similar time to wukong,

Both had anger issues and both hurt because of their temper, so he understands wukong on that part, and he can probably also understand how does it feels to be described as scary because of how you look, his first appearance at first did look like he was gonna be a scary dude but he wasn't because of how he acted. (Because he offered tea.)

And honestly wukong might not even look scary, just abused.

He got abused, in countless fights, starved, kept awake for nights over night, again the only thing that makes him scary is his incredible strength and temper.

so sandy is gonna be the only one to ask if the monkey king is okay physically, ask for assistance anything like that. His cats would be happy to help Wukong with therapy 💪

If we could do other characters who are technically now part of the gang such as macaque (not so much), the hostess and red son,

The reaction would also vary.

Considering that macaque in the book literally impersonates sun wukong, and in LMK they were friends and they fought, i don't doubt he wouldn't know about it. He would just take his sweet time to look at wukong without having to fight.

The hostess would probably be taken back and be a little scared, she's a child. Especially when this is the dude who almost killed her. But i do think she doesn't have Ill thoughts towards wukong, they might be on good terms and she might even recognize that he's just misunderstood.

Red son? he would take an entire day to realize that sun wukong, his uncle, is that small man with blood stains and red eyes.

just like the parents, he wouldn't recognize the guy and even be in in denial with "you're lying you're just putting up your stupid tricks", wukong is a trickster god, he would do something like this.

He would still respect the fact that wukong looks like this and would try his best to accept it. (not like he can't, it's just weird since he knew another version since he was born)

sun wukong is getting accepted by most people and he needs a minute to understand that they are actual friends, not like Tripitaka or bajie.

#yes everyone did made fun of wukong for being shorter than 4 feet #and yes macaque did it too #and yes mac kneecaps are gone #sun wukong #lego monkie kid #monkey king #jttw #journey to the west #monkie kid #lego sun wukong #lmk pigsy #lmk sandy #lmk mei #lmk mk #lmk red son #lmk dbk #lmk pif #lmk six eared macaque #lmk tang

[northsalpha-archive]

★  ⸻  GENERAL

name:    ansel  stellanson  of  north.

alias(es):    alpha.  

gender:    cis  male.  

age:    permanently  around  61,    physically  looks  early  -  forties  due  to  a  slow      (    and  now  non  -  existent    )      ageing  process,    technically  over  a  thousand  years  old  though  he  did  spend  a  lot  of  that  time  being  dead  on  the  other  side.

birthday:    spring  of  929.

place  of  birth:    kingdom  of  england.

spoken  languages:    english,    latin    &    old  norse.

sexual  preference:    pansexual    /    panromantic.

occupation(s):    alpha    /    chief  of  the  north  east  atlantic  pack,    craftsman    &    welder.

★ ⸻ APPEARANCE 

eye  color:    cerulean  blue.

hair  color:    light  brunet  with  red  tones.

height:    6  "  5

major  scars:    despite  fully  recovering    /    healing,    niklaus’  blade  still  managed  to  leave  behind  a  mark  in  the  form  of  a  scar  across  his  chest.

★  ⸻  FAVORITE

color:    that  clash  of  brilliant  reds,  purple,  orange    &    pink  as  the  sun  begins  to  set    /    the  deep  green  of  fresh  summer  leaves    /    the  neutral  browns  of  fresh  wood.

song:    ansel  isn’t  particularly  up  to  date  with  modern  music,    nor  does  he  care  to  be  because  it  all  sounds  like  noise  to  him,    but  he  is  partial  to  a  bit  of  live  jazz    &    i  do  believe  his  guilty  pleasure  is  hungry  like  the  wolf  by  duran  duran.

food:    ansel  comes  from  a  time  when  you  would  hunt,  catch  and  prepare  your  own  food,    and  he’s  still  heavily  in  this  mindset.    you  won’t  catch  him  embracing  fast  food  or  fine  dining  restaurants  anytime  soon.    he  much  prefers  to  roast  around  a  camp,    stew  a  rich  combination  of  meat,    vegetables    &    wild  greens  in  a  cauldron  over  water,    bake  breads  on  a  flat  stone  over  the  fire.    if  you  don’t  break  a  sweat  cooking  your  meal,    you  haven’t  earned  it.

drink:    water,    freshly  -  squeezed  juice  from  fruits  he’s  collected    /    grown  himself,    bourbon,    spiced  rum.

★  ⸻  HAVE  THEY    .  .  .  

passed  university:    no,    but  i  am  toying  with  the  idea  of  making  him  an  english  literature    &    history  professor  in  some  verses.

had  sex:    yes.

had  sex  in  public:    yes.

gotten  pregnant/someone  else  pregnant:    literally  helped  create  the  original  hybrid  actually,    as  well  as  a  line  of  powerful  wolves.  

kissed  a  boy:    yes.

kissed  a  girl:    yes.

gotten  tattoos:    no,    but  he  does  have  the  magically  -  inked  mark  of  his  pack,    as  do  all  north  east  atlantic  pack  members,    be  it  through  birthright  or  choice.

gotten  piercings:    no.

been  in  love:    yes.

stayed  up  for  more  than  24  hours:    yes.

★  ⸻  ARE  THEY    .  .  .  

a  virgin:    no.

a  cuddler:    to  an  extent.    ansel  can  be  a  very  affectionate  person  if  he  trusts  you,    including  cuddling,    but  it  definitely  requires  a  level  of  mutual  respect  to  persuade  him  to  lower  that  guard.

a  kisser:    yes,    fucking  passionately  so  in  fact.  

scared  easily:    no.

jealous  easily:    yes.    wolves  can  be  very  territorial    &    possessive  animals,    and  that  absolutely  extends  to  ansel’s  personality.

trustworthy:    it  honestly  depends  on  a  case  by  case  basis.    ansel  is  a  very  honest  man,    but  being  honest  doesn’t  always  necessarily  mean  trusting.    he  can  just  as  easily  be  deceitful  if  required,    and  never  forget  that  the  pack  will  take  priority  every  time.

dominant:    yes.

submissive:    no.

in  love:    no,    and  very  cautious  to  allow  himself  to  be  given  his  track  record.

single:    yes.

★  ⸻  RANDOM  QUESTIONS  

have  they  harmed  themselves:    yes,    unintentionally  and  only  by  the  consequences  of  his  own  actions.

thought  of  suicide:    no.

attempted  suicide:    no.

wanted  to  kill  someone:    yes,    and  will  without  hesitation.  

have/had  a  job:    not  recently.

have  any  fears:    yes,    mostly  around  failing  the  pack  and    /    or  his  children  again.

★  ⸻  FAMILY  

siblings:    none.

parent(s):    stellan  gudrunson  and  hilda  ulfdottir.

children:    merewina  anseldottir,  daughter.    klaus  mikaelson,  firstborn  son  (with  esther  mikaelson.)    cadman  anselson    &    godiva  anseldottir,  twins.    ricmann  anselson,  son.    hildegyth  anseldottir,  daughter.    beowulf  anselson,  son.    cary  anselson  in  some  verses.

significant  other:    esther  mikaelson,  former  lover.    sif,  former  wife.

pets:    none.

TAGGED  BY:    @elenaes    (    ily!    ) TAGGING:    @sybvl,    @tricursed,    @were-jer,    @cahroline,    @unbearablyindifferent    &    you!

#out of character. ⸻ dash games.

[cursedchildofchaos]

Be Warned...If You’re Reading This, It’s Your Fault

He climbed out of the water, his tiny arms struggling, sopping wet. The sun glistened against his scaly chest.

Learn How To Dino T Rex was alive.

6 months later

Mr. T Rex was sipping on the blood of his enemies…not Sword Lady and Pikaman. They were there with him. They had become friends. In fact, they started a cult together.

But they had new enemies. Every day it seemed that a new evil force was trying to take over. The birds? As pretty as they were, they were vile. 

The little frog. He may look trustworthy, but he took all the vanilla extract from everyone else. Despicable.

And don't even get me started on the dogs with human faces. That shit was weird. 

They would not succumb to the new Cult of Ads. They all had to be taken out. Thus, that's what was in Mr. T Rex's drink.

Why had he paired up with Sword Lady and Pikaman? Because of the other way worse cult. 

The Gummy Bears.

When the attack happened…it was awful. They drowned a poor cat who wouldn't join their forces. Mr. T Rex knew his power was truly over. He saw the light of Sword Lady and Pikaman's ways. But this new power? They had to stop it. They had to work together.

And now he was in love with Sword Lady, too, which complicated things. I mean can you blame him? Her soft gentle silvery locks? Her smoldering eyes. If you'd seen her wearing her bunny ears fancy corset, you would fall for her looks, too.

But it wasn't just looks. It was her soul. But her soul belonged to Pikaman, who had recently proposed marriage…

Mr. T Rex couldn't betray Pikaman by stealing Sword Lady from him. Pikaman was his best friend. The light of his life. His buddy old pal. The Ice Pick Joe to his Goncharov. 

No, that wouldn't be right. But he would fight by their side.

He was thinking about this as he drank the blood of one of the Gummy Bears. It tasted like fruit punch Powerade. Suddenly, more Gummy Bears attacked.

Sword Lady violently slashed about slicing heads off and screaming (it reminded Mr. T Rex of Steve in the Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs movie).

Pikaman was pretty useless since he was just some guy in cosplay (all he could do was nibble the foot of a gummy bear he caught).

Mr. T Rex wasn't the greatest help either, due to his arms being so small. His only hope of help was catching the wretched things in his mouth without drowning.

Finally, they had caught them all and dumped them in a lake.

A threat was still in the air. Could the cult stop them? No, but the Communist pigs from Animal Farm could. No more gelatin for the Gummy Bears!

And that's how the Gummy Bear War ended. The cats all died, or so we thought…a little cat named Princess was rumored to survive and that's why we still have cats to this day.

Beware…there are rumors of not all the Gummy Bears dying either. You can usually spot the Gummy Bears though because they’re always singing “Oh, I’m a Gummy Bear! Yes, I’m a Gummy Bear!”

But back to the past. The Cult of Ads continued after this. They worshiped the Sword Lady as their queen. 

But it was painful for Mr. T Rex. He decided he was gonna go on a spiritual journey alone before returning to the cult.

That's when he went to England and fell in love with Tea, a glass of tea. They are happily married (It was a double wedding with Sword Lady and Pikaman, now Sword Man and Pikalady as they took each other’s last names). 

Tea perhaps is one of the most devoted cultists even though Tea can't read all the passages and must have someone read to her cuz she's illiterate due to being a glass of tea…

Or maybe that's what she wants us to think…maybe…she's been an undercover cop this whole time!

Dun, dun, dun!

#sword lady #pikaman #learn how to dino #gummy bear ad #tumblr ads #tumblr ad fanfic

[bourgeoning]

SHUT THE DOOR , HAVE A SEAT : THE INTERROGATION OF SUZUME SŌ .

before her departure from kyoto , when  suzume  said  she  hoped  for  a  fruitful  investigation  ,  she  supposed  an  interrogation  would  be  in  order  .  to  actually  be  doing  something  now ,  it  almost  makes  up  for  their  arrival  ,  and  the  grand "  celebration  of  life  "  as  she's  heard  some  call  it  .  but  the  pulsing  in  her  temples  ,  a  tension  headache  just  on  the  horizon  ,  leaves  her  with  a  dearth  in  her  heart  for  forgiveness  .  even  less  than  usual  . she's silent as she enters the room and sits , taking in her counterpart in the form of the mughal royal advisor ariyan , before shifting attention to the interrogator across from her . @theopulenthq

hello  ,  can  you  please  tell  me  your  name  ,  country  ,  &  what  role  you  provide  your  court  ?

she  almost  retorts  ,  pointing  out  that  she  had  been  called  here  by  name  and  title  .  but  observing  her  inquisitor  ,  she  swallows  back  the  caustic  words  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue  .  she  still  wordlessly  stares  him  down  ,  though  .  "  lady  suzume  sō  —  advisor  to  his  majesty  ,  the  emperor  of  japan  .  "  the  imperial  surname  ,  as  usual  ,  is  absent  from  her  introduction  .

and  who  do  you  believe  to  be  your  closest  allies  ,  either  nations  or  individuals  ?  do  you  trust  your  allies  ?

"  japan's  allies  ,  of  course  .  "  she  could  mention  others  :  her  betrothed  and  their  family  ,  and  how  both  hold  importance  to  japan's  development  whenever  they  tie  the  knot  (  …  if  they  tie  the  knot  )  .  the  friends  she  maintains  from  the  qing  family  ,  in  spite  of  her  disdain  for  the  empire  as  a  whole  .  but  she  remains  vague  ;  lying  by  omission  ,  the  only  sort  she  can  tolerate  .  "  having  a  critical  eye  is  important  when  it  comes  to  politicking  ,  so  it's  natural  to  be  skeptical  .  but  our  allies  have  proven  trustworthy  .  "  most  of  them  ,  anyway  .

ah  ,  yes  ,  i  see  …  how  about  your  enemies  ,  then  .  who  do  you  not  align  yourself  with  ,  and  why  ?

"  the  morally  bankrupt  ,  "  she  answers  without  hesitation  .  a  truth  ,  but  with  one  exception  .  she  and  midori  toe  a  line  now  ,  between  amity  and  rivalry  .  when  asked  to  elaborate  ,  she  shakes  her  head  ,  staring  her  interrogator  down  until  he  moves  on  .

interesting  .  do  you  have  a  personal  vendetta  against  any  of  the  courts  ,  or  even  individuals  ,  here  ?

"  only  the  people  responsible  for  taking  the  late  emperor  and  empress  from  us  .  "  but  truth  be  told  ,  she  is  nothing  without  her  grudges  :  toward  the  emperor  of  qing  for  breaking  promises  ,  toward  her  fellow  officials  for  using  underhanded  tactics  ,  and  so  many  others  .  they  make  suzume  who  she  is  .  but  to  be  truthful  would  be  her  undoing  ,  and  she  doubts  many  would  answer  truthfully  either  —  unless  they're  daft  ,  or  trying  to  point  a  finger  at  someone  on  purpose  .

what  are  your  thoughts  on  the  mysterious  deaths  in  so  many  royal  families  ?

"  devastating  .  "  she  keeps  her  expression  neutral  ,  save  for  a  moment  when  her  lip  quivers  .  as  she  presses  her  lips  together  ,  her  jaw  tightens  .  "  whoever  is  responsible  ,  they  are  deplorable  .  "  she  finally  says  .  her  interviewer  winces  ,  as  if  she's  spitting  venom  .

how  do  you  feel  about  the  system  of  monarchy  as  a  whole  ?

"  it's  the  way  of  things  .  "  for  over  a  thousand  years  ,  in  the  case  of  japan  .  a system that , in spite of its flaws , has held her island home together for centuries . "  but  some  have  grown  complacent  .  sovereigns  who  forget  that  their  duty  isn't  merely  to  lord  over  others  .  "

so  ,  what  would  be  your  best  theory  as  to  what  is  going  on  ,  then  ?

she  sniffs  indignantly  .  "  until  i  have  more  information  ,  i  don't  think  it's  wise  to  build  a  theory  .  "  and if  their  hosts  have  a  theory  of  their  own  ,  she  assumes  they  wouldn't  share  it  .  "  will  we  be  given  a  report  of  your  findings  ?  "  the  advisor  in  front  of  her  shifts  uneasily  in  his  seat  under  her  gaze  ,  clearing  his  throat  after  a  prolonged  silence  .

thank  you  for  your  time  .  is  there  anything  else  you'd  like  to  add  ,  anything  else  that  would  be  useful  to  the  investigation  ?

"  no  .  "  she  rises  from  her  seat  ,  offering  a  bow  ,  before  turning  heel  to  leave  .

#theopulent.task #theopulent.task001 #𝗦𝗨𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗘 : task

[master-k0hga]

| A S I M |

[ Category: The Promised Land ]

| Looooook it's Asim I mentioned from another recently posted post... (If anybody actually looked at said post anyways...)

Anyways, this is the one who took in Caligo roughly after they escaped their former home.. Asim would then take care of them, tend to their wounds while also slowly and gradually intriducing them to the small survivor group.. Thus eventually adopting them officially, he and Caligo would spend time regularly since then til at one point Asim starts having feelings for them..

It seemed like fate had brought them together when Caligo would soon after return the feelings, they've been inseparable since... Even more when they eventually have a kid together after having the small group's traditional wedding ceremony (to which I would absolutely love to get into slightly further detail another time). Anyways, enough about their relationship, let's talk more about Asim as a character:

Asim's small tribe consists of beings with very similiar attributes to faes, they can be very benevolent, selfless and magical beings... Well, Asim is magical because his own people actually considered him a sort of "beacon of hope" to them, he will eventually take over the group when the elder passes on... But in the meantime, he is his best second in command and very trustworthy friend! His tribe mainly venture in these realms and take refuge in abandoned yet sturdy structures, sometimes in the gutters and sewers of towns and kingdoms, or even sneak themselves into small crevices or unused rooms/basements of people's homes! (Whether they are known to the home owners or not is another question of course) They scavenge, collect and pick up what they can eat or use as bedding or protection, that's why having someone who acknowledges and embraces their magical background, like Asim, is actually a blessing! He can cook with even just small fires, brew the most effective and soothing potions and other medicines while also giving his family the desires they yearn for; Nobody is ungrateful about it either, so it's a nice change of pace for once...

Of course they do have a set home somewhere but I'll get to that in a bit.

Anyways:

Name: Asim

Height: 8ft "6"

Species: Fae

Extra:

The Fae civilization Asim is born into is not entirely like the Fae we are completely familiar with on Folklore, in fact they are a lot more similar to humans and other races from within the Promised Land! Dealing with daily struggles, surviving and living like everyone else; However the spiritual and deep connection to nature along with being able to listen and speak to it is also present.. They mostly use it to their advantage with defence, everyday appliances and tools and whatnot. Although of what Asim is part of is mainly morally good and keep to themselves to keep their own safe, they of course do have the few mischievous lot who tend to enjoy messing with outsiders or intruders in their small permanent/temporary safe havens.

In fact they do have their own haven! It's deep within a "mythical" forest within the strange lands full to the brim with lush forestation, beautiful natural lights and rich fruits and veg; Reasons why the majority of the Fae leave the forest and find other locations and places to hide/ survive and so forth because so it doesn't raise suspicion from evil leaders and others who will cause ill and harm upon the sacred forest, so the majority move and split into sectors around the lands to find homes in other ways. Asim's group being mostly finding refuge or hiding in places like old cabins, empty rooms of lone homes despite is people live in them still or not and so on.. The Fae has had historical issues with the Vermin and the Palace of Gold in the past due to previous leaders trying to either take over, steal all resources and such from within or enslaving the Fae for their capabilities of their "chosen ones" being able to use and manage magic.

Of course with that being in the past now and civilizations somewhat leaving them alone now, things have all quietened for generations... With the exception of the Lord of the Deceitful who, not only wishes to take over as King on the Golden Palace (the biggest and richest kingdom of the lands), but also to be able to claim powerful magics and abilities as much as possible so he can claim the Promised Land as his own... So in a sense, Asim being able to deal with and work very well with magic as the Fae's of this generations "chosen one" and potentially being the best and strongest one yet, he will nee to take major precautions so that never happens.

But beside that, he's a great cook, he's also very good at sculpting either with clay he collects himself or with perfect woodwork, and his voice is very soothing.. He would regularly use it for Caligo when he brought them to his group as they would deal with severe panic attacks from trauma.... It worked like a charm, safe to say that's one of the reasons why they ended up falling in love.

The features of Fae's are very interesting and kinda cute; Their eyes tend to vary with colours, of course mostly ranging with pastel colours while their pupils are purple. Asim is also blind in his left eye due to an infection that he never got to treating in time, he tends to cover that up because of his insecurity. Fae also have rather thick pink lashes, kinda like butterfly antennas, their eyes literally flutter and they do look beautiful. Another obvious feature is their pink tipped ears, also being very expressive them as they wiggle when happy or content and droop when upset.. The only thing that's unknown about this race is if they have wings or wing-like appendages at all, to which most rumours support that they do not but potentially glowing pink wing like markings on their backs, in fact pink glowing markings seem to almost cover their entire bodies as they also vary in shapes too.

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Now I just need to focus on their kid, who it's obviously Karmen.. She's not entirely difficult herself seeing as the features of both Caligo and Asim will also be present on her, but obviously I'll be drawing her when she's 17 (just like her Yiga counterpart of course so no different there), Caligo of course having her rather young so yeah...

Trying to do math with age differences is annoying as fuck and honestly I don't understand how people can do this, making the information work without either getting confused or having to correct themselves/ be corrected when the math is wrong..

Oh well.. A lot of this probably doesn't make any sense anyways so who tf even reads this I guess....

. Asim, Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Asim #Male #Fae #Sights of the Future #The Promised Land #My Character #My OC #My Art #Fandomless #Original Character #Fan Characters re-purposed into persona projects #.... #Yean I don't know what else to tag this as so I guess that's it then! #I finish this like a couple days ago but needed to make like the basic description/ background before ofc #So technically I genuinely have like.... Nothing else to post in the meantime unless I post something somewhat older than this blog.... #But I went on a deleting spree with like older fan art so the majority of it is either gone or not worth posting anything #(Cuz obvs they've been deleted).... And ngl Idk if I rly wanna post fan art for a long while... Even though I love Kohga and would love #to spam him all over the place again... Nobody even looks at that anymore so it rly doesn't matter what I do anymore... #Talking to the void like usual!! It's late and I'm tired so posting more art will have to blimming wait #Not. like. it. matters!!

[childofchrist1983]

We look to people in power for all manner of needs. Military defense, justice, economic management, and more. And even the best earthly leaders fail on some of these endeavors. Some failures arise from weakness, others from evil intentions, and still others from a lack of wisdom. We have seen leaders come and go, as well as the good and bad from them.

But in doing so, they all remind us that only God is perfect and trustworthy in all things. Through Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ alone do we find steadfast strength, faithfulness and perfection. May He help us to seek and depend on Him first, and to seek His Truth and wisdom above the words or charisma of the earthly leaders in our midst. May He give us the discernment to not be deceived by empty promises or caught up in foolish endeavors, no matter how popular and tempting it may be.

Everyday, we must remember to thank Him for the grace that He poured out for us on the cross. He has freed us from the burdens of sin and guilt. May He help us to always walk in His grace and Holy Spirit, not by our own measure. May He give us the humble humility to know that our freedom and eternal salvation is found only in Him, so that His grace may sustain us, and we may never lose sight of His love and light and mercy. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for calling us to Him and to serve Him. May He equip us to do all that He has called us to do so that as He works through us, He may use us to produce fruit, to reach others, and to encourage all brothers and sisters in Christ. May He work all of these things in us and through us for His Kingdom and His glory. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all His creation, for His miraculous ways and for everything He does and has done for us! Keep the faith and keep moving forward in your walk with Jesus!

Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Word and for sending His Holy Spirit so that we might have His grace, not only to awaken us and transform our hearts in our spiritual rebirth and guarantee our eternity with Him, but to also call upon Him whenever we are in need. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all the reminders of His love and mercy and faithfulness within His Holy Word. He is bigger than any challenge or circumstance in our lives. Knowing this within our minds and our hearts, nothing can deter our faith in Him and His Truth. May we all accept Him and His eternal gift of salvation and ask that He would transform our hearts and lives according to His will and ways. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Spirit who saves, seals and leads us. May we always thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His almighty power and saving grace. For He is our strength, and He alone is able to save us, forgive our sins and gift us eternal salvation and entry into His Kingdom of Heaven.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world daily. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Holy Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful LORD, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

[albertfinch]

Seeking Communion - February 14, 2023 

How many times do we try to reach through to Him – we pray, we fast, we read His Word, we worship?

The enemy tries to block you, but how easy it is to come into His presence when you declare He is Lord; because he must bow down. "For greater is He that is within you, than he that is in the world."

What you need right now, whether it be your children, your spouse, your finances, your health, lift it up to Him right now, for He can make all things whole. Like the woman with the issue of blood, she pressed through, and He made her whole.

The man who had the "legion" – he was insane -- he cried out with what little bit he could and He made Him whole. The man who couldn't walk, even his parents were afraid. But He goes beyond circumstances and establishes wholeness, for He is the God of wholeness – the Alpha, the Omega.

Allow Him to come in and take down any wall that is coming against your fulfilling your calling in Christ, any kind of hindrance, whether it be a large wall that you've been hitting your head against for years, or whether it be a teeny, tiny, picket fence – anything that would block His presence, from just devouring you, to where you could be swallowed up in the goodness of God. To where fear could not find a landing place, but faith would be the landing place.

Faith conquers all fear. Don't make Him small. Understand, the King of the universe came to serve, to set free, to save and to heal, and to bring the good news that the Kingdom of God is not only around you, but is within you. Let His Kingdom come forth as you manifest your oneness with Him. 

Continue to pray His Kingdom come. Continue to pray His will be done. For, yes, you as a born-again Believer are to bring it to earth -- for you are a citizen of His Kingdom, and are moving and advancing through your Christ calling in the power of the Holy Spirit.

Let His Spirit lift you up, from glory to glory – then you can look down and come to understand how to bear fruit that remains for His Kingdom. For He is looking for a hungry people, a trustworthy people, overseers in His Kingdom, overseers in His vineyard – whether they have pain or whether they have strength; whether they have fame, or whether they be hidden; it makes no difference. He looks at the hearts of His own.

"That He would grant you grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Spirit in the inner man....that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God." - Ephesians 3:16,19

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY