#lord almighty please hear me out

[johnnycakesb14de]

I don't know if this goes past your rules but can you do like (greaser) x reader when someone in the gang catches y'all like making out?

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO YOU GUYS GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT

DARRY

He would definitely be the more secretive type when it comes to kisses mostly because all of his friends are immature

But I imagine y'all would be in the kitchen alone it's his day off and the boys are out

One thing leads to another and y'all are just being romantic and showing affection by making out

Next thing you know you hear the traditional caught-off-guard-cough-laugh

Darry looks up and sees Dally, Johnny and Ponyboy.

"Y'all enjoying yourselves?"

"Shut the fuck up Dallas."

SODAPOP

He was on break at the DX and you stopped by to see him and bring him food because you wanted to hang out with your boyfriend

Y'all were in the back just hanging out be cuties

Hes flirting with you

You know giving his typical sodapop charm flashing you his million dollar smile

He kisses you a few times and it leads to a make out and y'all are just in the moment not really thinking about muchv

Then Steve walks in

cunt

"Hey so what ar- HELLO? WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Y'all both turn around and you roll your eyes in embarrassment

"Do that on your own time please."

"Shut up Steve."

PONYBOY

Say your older in this maybe like 15-16 because for the first while of y'all dating you wouldn't be allowed in his room alone even with the door open Darrys just crazy like that

Y'all were in his room working on some homework or just hanging out when you totally very sneakily shut the door all the way thinking Darry won't find out because he's cooking

And start kissing

Not even two minutes later Darrys nosy ass barges in

"What did I say about the door kidd- Oh excuse me?!?!"

Y'all create distance from each other staring at him wide eyed

"I swear it isn't w-"

"be quiet Ponyboy. I have these rules for a reason, you guys can come into the living room since you can't be trusted."

"Why?"

"Y/N, don't start."

Johnny

Yall were in the lot because where else would you be

You kissed him a few times and it let to a slight make out nothing crazy

Two-bit came up to tell Johnny that unfortunately Dally had been arrested for some odd reason

And the SECOND he sees you he's instantly teasing y'all

he's trying to tease you but he ends up just making it really uncomfortable

"Lord almighty, what's going on here?! Save room for Jesus, she might get pregnant!" Insert two-bit laugh wheeze

"Cut it out man."

DALLAS

Y'all were at Bucks for some party and it was getting really loud

You were overstimulated, Dally was tipsy and everyone was getting on his nerves so he took you outfront for some fresh air

Dally was being Dally and talking to you and kissing you a few times and it leads to a make out

Then Steve walks out

(I imagine him and Dally are actually pretty good friends)

He starts laughing

"Uhhhh, Dal'! Y'know where Evie is?"

"Why the fuck would I know where your girlfriend is?"

"I dunno, just wonderin'."

He rolled his eyes and dramatically sighed

Steve

You were at work with him trying to help him

Which actually just meant he was yelling at you for certain tools

You were getting bored he was getting frustrated because he couldn't figure out what was wrong with the car so you told him to to take a small break

So he took a break and you both just started talking and he kisses you

After he pulled away you kissed him back

Darry walks in looking for Soda

"Oh, my bad. I was just looking for Soda"

"In the back Darry."

He leaves and you laugh

Two-bit

Y'all were at the drive-in just hanging out

He was bothering people yk just being two-bit

And somehow you both ended up at the drag race that Steve, Soda and Dallas were at

You were leaned up against the hood of his car and he was in front of you and you were making out

Soda comes up and laughs at y'all

"HAHAHA, Steve come look!'

Two-bit looks at him and also starts laughing because hes two-bit

And your just there like 'omfg'

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[n3rdy247]

HELLOO!!

can i just get a john dory x female reader! headcanons!

john dory met while crashing the wedding and immediately started to flirt with dispite just meeting her. 🫣

THANK YOU!!

HIYAAA!! CAN YOU??? 🤔🤔🤔

girl be so fr OF COURSE YOU CAN!!!

ALL ABOAAAARD THE JOHN DORY X FEM!READER HCS!!!!! WOOOOOOOOO

Okay, so, you know the whole 'watching a cute, romantic ass wedding' plans everyone had for today? Just...watching two bergens have a nice, uninterrupted marriage?

"STOP THE WEDDING!!!"

well fuck those plans. ★ Starting off the bat, when he was literally parkouring his way down that building which just happened to be the MOMENT he noticed you from the crowd, he couldn't help but throw a wink your way right after (even though he had his goggles on, that stupid mf) which led to him face-planting to the floor because his ass was NOT paying attention to stick the landing. YIKES. ★ He also DOES notice when you are at the edge of your seat to hear what the hell is going on. Apparently, he was Branch's brother (figures since both are fine ash, MUST be in the genetics), he was in a band, and his other hot brother was in danger?

remember the wedding? yeah me neither atp

★ He can't help but steal occasional glances at you when the others talk, and when he does, his smile almost seems to widen, even if it's just for a split second. He just saw you, yet look at you go! Making him all giddy and shit inside 🤭 ★ And whenever Poppy and Branch turn their backs to discuss the whole situation, you just KNOW he would be smirking at you with a smug-ass grin, trying to strike up a conversation. Keyword? TRYING.

"Soo...come here often?" lord almighty sir THIS IS A WEDDING.

"Damn, I could really go out for some fresh air right now, because I think you took my breath away." SIR WE ARE OUTSIDE WHAT

Needless to say, this man does NOT know how to strike up a convo.

★ If you do end up getting flustered about his horrendous pick-up lines somehow, he will be so fucking proud of himself for getting a reaction out of you, and WILL keep going at it. What a charmer. (Unless you are uncomfortable with that of course, he might not know how to talk to people, but he has human (troll???) decency.) ★ I'm talking him leaning slightly closer to you with half-lidded eyes, a huge smirk plastered on his face as his voice gets lower and lower, though internally I feel like he'd be going 'LET'S FUCKING GOOOO I STILL GOT IT' since he would be a bit unsure if he was doing well in the first place. It's probably been years since he had any sort of interaction with anyone other than Rhonda so it's understandable. ★ Not to mention BROZONE. MY GOD. If you know about his band? NICE! If you don't know anything about it? NICE! Either way, this man will absolutely brag about it to you. Even if it has been AT LEAST 20 YEARS. He will absolutely talk about 'the good old days' as if it was just yesterday. Bro would probably talk about how he wrote the hits "Girl Baby Baby" and "Baby Baby Girl" on the same day. ★And who knows? Maybe at the end of the wedding when sadly he has to go to save his brother with Branch and Poppy, you'll end up getting a way to contact him after the whole thing ends. You will see him sooner than you think, that's for sure though!

(please keep in mind this is the first time I've written any serious headcanons like these and not just stuff like 'he would be a great hugger' or 'he was a 7.5-inch haver 🤯🤯🤯')

GRAAAGH I'M STILL SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS THOUGH, I STILL HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT EVEN IF IT IS SHORT AS HELL

#the winking HC was actually my bestie's idea so PROPS TO HER #I LOVE YOU MAXY TAXI /P #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls x reader #trolls john dory #john dory trolls #john dory x reader #john dory headcanons #jomn drory /pos #explodes like an atom bomb #I'M GENUINELY SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG #this was probably not worth the wait for the requester i'm so sorry

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Assuming that you know about the lore of The Primordial One and his Four Shades, I’ve got a small idea that I would like to share:

Sagau, but Reader and their three friends are the said Four Shades. Since we know only of Istaroth from the Shades, reader will be her. Istaroth is the God of Time and Wind and one of the Four Shades. She was worshipped in Mondstadt alongside Barbatos. She was formerly worshipped in Enkanomiya by the name "Kairos." She once made a deal with Raiden Makoto and is responsible for the creation of the Sacred Sakura. Maybe Istaroth!Reader kind of disappeared due to her not being worshipped anymore, but someone (maybe Traveller or Barbatos) resurrect her by worshipping on her lost altar.

Interesting, Anon! I do know a few things of the Primordial One and his Four Shades, but this oneshot post of mine won't go too into the lore about it. And please remember, I don't do Fem!Reader, so I'll have to switch it to GN!Reader. Sorry!

Here's a little oneshot about this idea :) Enjoy!

Click Me to See the Entire Series!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞.

Warnings - The One Shot Includes: Spoilers to Genshin Impact Lore!

So. You were iskeaied in Genshin.

There was no imposter, and no one's chasing after you. You were isekaied with three of your friends, to where you don't even know where they were.

You were standing at a cliff were it showed Mondstadt in the distance. This was fine, this was cool. It was peaceful and all, so you didn't have anything to worry about.

You entered Mondstadt, and you were relieved that nobody even noticed you standing there like an idiot. Everything was fine and peaceful. You really did have nothing to worry about.

Except for one problem: Apparently, Venti was shocked to see you. Everyone treats you like you're not there, and then there's this bard that treats you like you were a walking skeleton of a T-Rex that grew an extra limb or something.

Yeah, you have absolutely no idea why the heck he's staring at you like that. Did you die and come back or something, being isekaied or something?

You had no idea, so you did what you thought was the best idea at the time.

You walked up to the bard, and bluntly asked, "Did I die before I got here now?" in his face. You don't know how he does it, but somehow, this man looks even more shocked than he was before.

"Istaroth, you can't be serious!" he exclaims, minding his tone to not make it a public drama film on the streets. "You—You literally disappeared, and then come back out of nowhere, and you think you died somehow?"

Holy cow. You were the freaking GOD OF TIME?! One of the Four SHINING SHADES OR WHATEVER THEY'RE CALLED?

You blink, trying to process this information being dumped into your face and one-braincell-ed brain.

So, you might really be the God of Time. Either that, or you're going insane and you're just hearing Venti wrong. So, just to double check that you heard it right, you ask.

"I'm Istaroth?" You pointed to yourself dumbly. Listen, it's hard to take in, alright? Sagau fanfics barely have this concept here! "So there's no like, Almighty Creator or something?"

"What? No, of course not! Where are you getting these—" The Bard sighs. "Come on, let's go to the Tree of Vanessa." He starts walking towards the gates of Mondstadt, with you quickly following him.

Once you're there, you get info-dumped a lot of crap. Sure, you knew a few things about Istaroth in the Genshin Impact lore, but holy cow was there still a lot you don't know.

For starters, Venti—Barbatos, whatever—made it very clear that there was no "Almighty Creator" of sorts. You were Istaroth, the God of Time, and one of the Gods of Celestia (oh goodie, not). And, not that Venti knew this, One of the Four Shades of the Primordial One.

You were, once upon a time, worshipped alongside Barbatos, as the people of Mondstadt saw you as the "Greater Lord of the Winds," which probably is the reason why you also got the Thousand Winds Temple built. But, of course, history practically threw you out the window. With no one worshipping you anymore, you basically faded off (which, to your equivalent, meant that you fell into a deep sleep and became who you are as of right now, in the present).

For some reason or whatever, before Mondstadt "adopted" you, you were formerly worshipped as the Overseer God of Enkanomiya, under the name of "Kairos."

Kind of funny, honestly, because you were literally naming yourself after the Greek God of Opportunity/Fitness/time (Who's other name is Caerus. Son of Zeus and all that). You can see how the name was fit for you.

Of course, you knew other information Venti didn't know—You knew that Istaroth and Raiden Makoto struck a deal because the Destruction of Khaen'riah caused an absolute world-breakdown. Kind of like a monster apocalypse, now that you think about it. Oh—and you were probably also a part of the reason why the Sovereign Dragons got poofed off of Teyvat.

That only left one question in your head: How the mac n cheese frick did you get "re-summoned" or whatever? And where the heck were you previous memories of being Istaroth?

"So...how exactly am I here, then?" You ask, placing a hand to your chin, as you repeat what you had thought. "And why can't I remember anything about being Istaroth?"

Venti shrugs. It seems he also doesn't anything, but knowing him through the game, you have a slight doubt that he does have a hunch of some sort and he's just hiding it from you. "I'm not sure, Istaroth—"

"Please, just call me Y/N." You roll your eyes. Seriously, if you can't even remember being Istaroth, how the hell are you ever going to even remember to answer when someone does call you Istaroth?

"I'm not sure, Y/N," he corrects himself, fiddling with his lyre. "Bbut, I do have a hunch!" Called it. He really did save it for the dramatics, did he?

"What is the hunch?" You ask, trying to pry answers quickly before this dude starts to confiscate information from you.

"I think it might have to do with—"

"Hey, it's Venti and—uh, who is that?" A voice from behind you both came. Venti smiles and gives a glance over your shoulder.

"—with the Traveler." Oh goodie, the Traveler really do be getting those Main Character Gameplay vibes now. You sigh, standing up. You might as well go ahead and introduce yourself to them before Paimon throws a freaking dialogue at you first.

Besides, if Venti's hunch is correct, the Traveler might just be your ticket to understanding who you truly are.

There's only one way to find out if this theory works.

The End...

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: WILL THIS BECOME A SERIES? 👀 NO IDEA, BUT YOU GUYS TELL ME IF YOU WANT PART 2! AS OF RIGHT NOW, I GOT A LOT OF MOTIVATION FOR THIS EVEN THOUGH I PLANNED NO PLOT WHATSOEVER!

Also! I updated my Info Page, so please check it out! :D And dw, I'm working (or trying to) on the Finale Part of the Forever Within My Hold series :) It'll be out, it's just taking very slow.

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[girls-are-weird]

YR fanfic pet peeves (and corrections): latin america edition

so. i was originally going to post this in january as a kind of "new year, new opportunity to learn about simon's hispanic heritage" kind of a thing, but life got busy, and then my computer died and i lost my original list, so i've had to reconstruct this from memory as best as i could. there may be some stuff missing, so perhaps i'll just keep adding to this post as missing/new points come to mind.

disclaimer 1: if you've included any of the points made here on any fanfic of yours, please don't take this as a call-out. this isn't intended to shame anyone, but rather as an educational opportunity. it's very rare that a latin american nationality that is not mexican or colombian or puerto rican is showcased in an international show, especially outside of the US, and it's given me such joy to have all of you lovely folks make the effort to be open to and research and understand the idiosyncrasies of simon's (and omar's) heritage because the rest of latin america tends to go overlooked in most other fandoms. so i don't intend to scold anyone with this. we can't all know everything about every other culture-- lord knows i don't know everything about sweden, but i want to be respectful to the country and its people and that is why i heavily research anything i don't know and ask people who do know when my research doesn't quite cover it and am open to corrections when even that falls short. i expect most of you come to write about simon's family background in good faith and also want to be respectful to his family's culture, and so i thought i might make things a bit easier for you all by putting the most common errors/misunderstandings i've seen in one handy post. but once again, it's not a call-out, i don't get offended by these things, and i'm in no way implying, if you've done any of these things in fic or in life, that you are a bad person. i understand people make mistakes when they don't know things.

disclaimer 2: i am not venezuelan myself. i was born and raised in the same general region of latin america, though, and i have venezuelan friends and have worked with venezuelan people and have visited venezuela. generally speaking, i feel their culture is very similar to mine (though our spanish is much closer to spanglish than theirs is, haha xD) and feel a deep kinship with them. but of course, i'm no native, and if you're venezuelan and catch anything here that you feel is incorrect, feel free to point it out and i'll add a correction in your name.

warning: this is very long. christ almighty. DX if you can't make it to the end, tl;dr-- feel free to ask if you have any questions or if anything isn't clear. my ask box/messages are always open.

1- "mijo." this is the only one that legit has caused me to click out of several fics/chapters, at least in the beginning, but i've learned to grin and bear it by now. it's not so much that it's wrong, per se, but rather it's more of a location issue. "mijo" is, to my ears, very much a mexican (or, if you stretch it, northern triangle) slang. it IS used sparingly in other countries, but rarely used unironically. instead, if you hear the term used in the caribbean region of latin america (which my country is part of, as is a large part of venezuela), it's almost always used… let's say sarcastically. for example, if your grown-ass adult friend is being a dumbass and doing something reckless, you might call out "oiga, mijo, se va a romper el cuello" ("hey, mijo, you're going to break your neck"). basically, it's a way of calling someone immature like a child. it doesn't have to be ENTIRELY unaffectionate (kinda like the way someone might call their significant other "idiot" or "dummy" but mean it endearingly. in fact, in colombia it's way more common for spouses to call each other "mijo/a" than it is for them to call their children that), but you can also use it with complete strangers-- like if someone cuts sharply into your lane while you're driving, you might yell at them "oiga, mijo, a donde le enseñaron a manejar, en un potrero?!" ("hey, mijo, where did you learn how to drive, in a horse paddock?!"). but even in these sarcastic/neggy cases, it's rare. and EVEN RARER to hear a mother call her children "mijo" or "mija" in this region. it's just not a thing. so when i read it in fanfic, it immediately takes me out of the story because it's so weird to me that linda would sound mexican-- it's a very distinctive accent, which carmen gloria 1000000% does not have. (plus, "mijo" in spanish is a type of birdseed. so it gave me a chuckle the first few times i read it in a fic because i always have that brief second of confusion where i go "why is linda calling simon birdseed?" before it clicks. xD i'm a dork.) it's much more likely that linda would just say "hijo" or "mi hijo," instead.

1b- the way you decide on whether to use "hijo" or "mi hijo" is important because "mi hijo" can sound overly formal in the modern context especially, much like it would in english. in fact, you can use the english version of it, "son" vs "my son" to guide you on which of the two to use. like for example, if linda were to say directly to simon "i love you, my son," she would sound oddly old-timey and anachronistic, so you would just use "son" ("hijo") in that case. whereas if she's talking about simon with someone else, for example saying "i told my son to be here on time," you'd be perfectly okay to use "mi hijo" in that sentence in spanish. it's very transferable in that case.

2- speaking of non-transferable, though, you can't use "cariño" in all instances you would use "sweetheart" or "sweetie." it really depends on the grammatical construction, and it can be tricky to get it right, but it depends on whether you're using it as a direct address or as an object. for example, if you're using it in place of someone's name-- say, a mother telling her child "te quiero, cariño" ("i love you, sweetheart/sweetie") is perfectly fine, because in that case, she could also say "te quiero, hijo" ("i love you, son") or "te quiero, simon" ("i love you, simon"). but if, say, simon says to wille "you're my sweetheart," you would not use "cariño" there; you'd go instead with some syrupy way to say "boyfriend," like "eres mi novio" or "eres mi enamorado" or even "eres mi amor," and if sara tells felice "you're a sweetheart," that would also not involve "cariño" at all. in addition, "cariño" is also very rarely used in plural; if linda is using a term of endearment for both her kids, or for a group of teens her kids' age, she would use a different term of endearment altogether: "hola, mis amores" ("hi, my loves"), "hola, bebés" ("hi, babies") or "hola, mis tesoros" ("hi, my treasures") among some examples. one exception is when you say "cariños míos" ("my sweethearts"), but very rarely the plural by itself. in fact, "cariño" is often slang for gift or present, especially in the diminutive-- for example, if you go to someone's celebratory party for some occassion (birthdays, graduations, baby showers, heck even christmas), you might hand them a small gift and go "te traje un cariñito" ("i brought you a small present"), and if it's more than one gift, or you're bringing gifts for several people, then you'd say "unos cariños" or "unos cariñitos" in the plural.

3- simon's skin is tan, not tanned. this… doesn't personally bug me as much because it's more of an english grammar issue, but i know people who might actually feel very offended if you get this one wrong with respect to them. "tan" is a color; a light shade of brown. "tanned" implies the original color of your skin has darkened with the sun. now, i'm sure simon can tan (lucky goat, says she whose skin burns even while indoors), but about 95% of the time "tanned" is used in YR fanfiction, it's used as a descriptor of the color of simon's skin as we see it on the show. that would imply his skin used to be lighter at some indeterminate before-time and has been darkened by the sun. this is incorrect; that is the natural color of simon's skin. so stick to "tan skin" instead (not tan PERSON, mind you. his SKIN is tan, he is not). and i would gently suggest that if you take away any single thing from this post, make it ESPECIALLY this point, as someone more sensitive than me might interpret this error as some kind of retroactive whitewashing. and i don't want anyone here to get in trouble for simply not knowing.

4- pabellón criollo is one dish, yes, but it's four different FOODS. it's not something a newbie would be able to make off of a recipe (i don't know how to make it and i've been eating it all my life), and it's not something that's likely to be taught in just one day. also, if you're bringing it to a dinner or a potluck, you're bringing four separate food containers, not just one.

4b- also, venezuelan food, for the most part, is not particularly spicy. you CAN make it spicy if you want, but traditionally, it is not. it's flavorful, maybe even saucy depending on the dish, but rarely spicy. i know the joke of white people being unable to handle spice is funny, but there's also plenty of us hispanic people who are equally terrible at it, because there's different levels of spice in the food from different regions of latin america. besides, as a friend of mine perfectly put: we are living in the 21st century now. if you can eat mild mexican food, you should be able to handle traditional venezuelan food just fine. and i'm pretty sure there's mexican food in sweden. plus, wille would probably be more used to international food-- not only does he have the means, but having traditional meals in foreign countries is kind of part of the job.

5- while i'm at it: simon is definitely half venezuelan. this is canon as of S2. there is no other place in the world where that dish is called pabellón. please keep that in mind when you're writing and researching.

5b- this, along with several of the points above, is important because it's a bit of diaspora trauma that whenever we venture outside of latin america and people learn we're latino, they immediately assume we're mexican, or that our culture and traditions are the same as those of mexican people. it happens often, and it's incredibly annoying. not that there's anything wrong with mexico or mexican people-- they're lovely, and their traditions and culture and food are fantastic-- but we are not them, and treating us like we are is reductive. the rest of latin america can be very different and incredibly diverse, and it can be dispiriting when people treat us like we're all the same. so that is why it is important when writing about simon, his family or his venezuelan roots, that you take care to actually research things as they are in venezuela, and not just pick the low-hanging fruit of latino facts you might've learned through pop cultural osmosis, which eight times out of ten will be mexican-only because most hispanic people in the US are mexican and the US exports its media all over the world. i've learned to just roll my eyes at it by now, but some people might actually feel offended or hurt, and i'm sure nobody here intends for that to happen.

6- although simon speaks spanish, neither he nor sara nor his mother nor any aspect of his mother's culture is spanish. "spanish" is what people from spain call themselves. people from spanish-speaking latin american countries are not spanish; we are hispanic, or latino/a/e. "latinx" is… let's call it controversial, at least outside of the US. most people born and raised in latin america don't like it; i personally don't get offended if people use it, but i don't use the term myself. also, you can say "latin food" or "latin music," but we usually don't refer to PEOPLE as latin, but rather latino/a/e. if in doubt, just use latin american or hispanic. they're also conveniently gender neutral.

EDIT: @andthatisnotfake also brought up a very important point: "if you spell it latinx, it makes it harder for screen readers to read (or so I've been told) and some people depend on those, so there's another reason to avoid it." (the unpronounceability of that term is at least part of the reason why hispanic people who live in latin america don't like it.)

6b- never use "the latino/a" on its own to refer to people. "latino/a/e" is an adjective, not a noun, so you would say "the latino boy" or "the latino man" but never just "the latino." kinda like it would be weird to point out the one japanese man in a room as "the japanese." there are some nationality/ethnic terms that just don't work as nouns in english.

7- spanish is not simon's one native language-- or at least not any more than swedish is. he grew up in a mixed-race household, speaking two different languages. it's pointless to call spanish his native language when comparing it to swedish. both are his native languages. also, while we're at this, wille is probably at least bilingual (i'm assuming he can speak at least english), although he only has one native language. it's hardly a competition between the two boys as to who's more of a polyglot.

7b- simon wouldn't take classes on the spanish language-- like to learn how to SPEAK the language-- since spanish is one of his native languages. he wouldn't take them at hillerska, nor in university, nor elsewhere. he wouldn't be allowed. you're literally not allowed to take classes on your native language, nor get credit for said classes. trust me, those would've been an easy extra 24 credits for me in college if that was a thing.

EDIT: have been made aware (thanks, @rightsogetthis and @plantbasedfish!) that at least in sweden and in finland one IS allowed to take classes of your non-swedish/finnish native language, in certain circumstances. i have to say, i'd be pissed if i were taking my french classes alongside a french native speaker, but hey, the system's the system, i guess. ;) so i've struck this one out.

8- dear god please don't use google translate for your spanish translations. listen, i'm not judging-- i do it with other languages, too, when i'm in a pinch. but google translate is literally The Worst (tm) so i always try to either check with someone, or stick to the stuff i already know is correct. seriously, you don't want to know the kinds of crazy stuff GT can spit out that people actually put out in the real world; some of them are quite hilarious. if you're unsure, my ask box/messages are always open and i looooove helping people with this kind of thing, hispanic language and cultural stuff. i know it seems like i'm hardly around, but i do check my messages. don't be shy, even if it's something really small.

PS: while i'm talking pet peeves, malin is wille's bodyguard, not his butler. she's nice enough to attend to him at hillerska because there's no other palace staff around and she's literally stationed outside his door, but she wouldn't do that in the actual palace. there's other staff for that. she wouldn't even guard him at the palace, i don't think, because the royal palaces in sweden are guarded by the royal guard, not SÄPO. if anything, malin might spend the time while wille is in the palace grounds at a gatehouse (like in YR 2x03 and onwards) or at some kind of security office in the palace, and then get called whenever wille needs to go anywhere. she wouldn't be giving wille messages from the queen or walking guests to wille's room or anything like that. that's not her job. (sorry, i had to get that off my chest, lol.)

#young royals #young royals netflix #netflix #simon eriksson #sara eriksson #linda eriksson #omar rudberg #carmen gloria perez #latin america #latino #hispanic #latin american culture #latin culture #latino culture #hispanic culture #spanish language #i hope this is helpful #if not feel free to ignore lol

[traumacatholic]

I was told there is a 50% chance I'll need a root canal that I just can't afford. I don't know how much more stress and humiliation I can take. prayers appreciated greatly.

I'm really sorry to hear this. It would also be worth looking into local and national charities and seeing if there's any that exist that can offer financial aid / support for dental treatments that are outside of your budget. I would imagine that there would be some support and advice for people in your position. Please also do consider reaching out to your local Church (or local Churches) and seeing if there's any kind of support and guidance they can provide. They might be able to signpost you to some kind of support, but at the very least having their prayers also can be of some great comfort and support.

I'm going to put some prayers under the readmore, that you might find to be of help

Prayers for all sick people

O Lord Almighty, healer of our souls and bodies, Who putteth down and raiseth up, Who chastiseth and health also; now, in Thy great mercy, visit our brothers and sisters who are sick. Stretch forth Thy hand that is full of healing and health, and raise them up, and cure them of their illness. Put away from them the spirit of disease and of every malady, pain and fever to which they are bound. And if they have sins and transgressions, grant to them remission and forgiveness, for Thou lovest humankind. Yea, O Lord my God, have pity on Thy creation, through the compassions of Thine only-begotten Son, together with Thine all-holy, good, and life-creating Spirit, with whom Thou art blessed, both now and ever, and to ages of ages.

Prayers for yourself in sickness

O Lord Jesus Christ our Saviour, the Physician of our souls and bodies, Who didst become Man and suffer death on the Cross for our salvation, and through Thy tender love and compassion didst heal all manner of sickness and affliction: do Thou, O Lord, visit me in my suffering, and grant me grace and strength to bear this sickness with which I am afflicted, with Christian patience and submission to Thy will, trusting in Thy lovingkindness and tender mercy. Bless, I pray Thee, the means used for my recovery, and those who administer them. I know, O Lord, that I justly deserve any punishment Thou mayest inflict upon me, for I have so often offended Thee and sinned against Thee in thought, word, and deed. Therefore, I humbly pray to Thee, look upon my weakness, and deal not with me according to my sins, but according to the multitude of Thy mercies. Have compassion on me, and let mercy and justice meet; and deliver me from the sickness and suffering I am undergoing. Grant that my sickness may be the means of my true repentance and amendment of my life according to Thy will, that I may spend the rest of my days in Thy love and fear; that my soul, being helped by Thy grace and sanctified by Thy holy mysteries, may be prepared for its transition to the eternal life and there, in the company of Thy blessed saints, may praise and glorify Thee with Thy Eternal Father and Life-giving Spirit. Amen.

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O Holy Father, heavenly Physician of the body and soul, Who hast sent Thine Only-begotten Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, to heal ailments and deliver us from death; do Thou heal me, Thy servant, of all suffering, and restore me to health by the grace of Thy Divine Son, through the intercessions of our Most Holy Queen Ever-virgin Mary, the Mother of God, and all the saints. For Thou art the Fountain of all cure, O Lord, and we give thanks to Thee, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, now and forever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer for Protection

O Lord, Thou who steadied the hand of Peter as he began to sink on the stormy sea, if Thou are with me, no one is against me. Grant to me the shield of faith and the mighty armor of the Holy Spirit to protect me and guide me to do Thy will. The future I put into Thy hands, O Lord, and I follow Thee to a life in Christ. Amen

Prayers for Oneself in Time of Need

Almighty God, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, come to my help and deliver me from this difficulty that besets me. I believe Lord, that all trials of life are under Your care and that all things work for the good of those who love You. Take away from me fear, anxiety and distress. Help me to face and endure my difficulty with faith, courage and wisdom.

Grant that this trial may bring me closer to You for You are my rock and refuge, my comfort and hope, my delight and joy. I trust in Your love and compassion. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Prayer for Oneself in Times of Sickness

O Lord, Healer of our bodies and souls, visit me with Your loving-kindness and stretch forth Your hand of healing. Raise me up from this bed of sickness, and heal me of all disease, pain, and fever that is binding me. We bless and honour You, our most holy Father, gracious Son, and life-creating Spirit, both now and forever. Amen. Almighty God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, because You love mankind, pity Your creation. Your only-begotten Son taught us that not even the smallest sparrow falls to the ground without Your knowledge. We pray to You for Your servant [name here], for the healing of body and soul. Calm me with confidence in the fullness of Your love. To You belongs all our praise and worship, to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer to St. Spyridon of Trimythus

O most blessed hierarch Spyridon, thou great Saint of Christ and glorious wonder-worker!

Standing in heaven before the throne of God with choirs of Angels, look down with a compassionate eye upon the people gathered here (names may be added) and asking thy powerful help.

Entreat the merciful kindness of God Who loveth mankind, that He judge us not according to our iniquities, but rather act towards us according to His mercy.

Ask for us of Christ our God, a peaceful and serene life, health of soul and body, a fruitful earth, and in all things abundance and prosperity; that we turn not unto evil the good things bestowed upon us by our generous God, but rather unto His glory and the praise of thine intercession.

Deliver us, who with unswerving faith approach God, from all ills, whether spiritual or physical; from all discouragements and diabolical snares.

Be a consoler unto those in sorrow, a healer of the infirm, a helper of those in troubles, a coverer of the naked, a defender of widows, a protector of orphans, a nourisher of infants, a strengthener of the aged, a guide unto travellers, a compass to those that sail, and pray for all that seek thy mighty intercession, that they may receive all that is profitable unto their salvation: so that, taught and kept by thy prayers, we may attain eternal rest and together with thee glorify God, Who is One in the Holy Trinity, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages.

Prayer to Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker

Hierarch and father, O most holy Nicholas, thou extraordinary Saint of the Lord, our loving defender and ready helper in sorrows everywhere: help us sinners and hapless ones in the present life: entreat the Lord God to grant us remission of all of our sins, that we have committed from our youth and all our life, by deed, word, though and all our senses; and in the passing of our souls, help us wretched ones; entreat the Lord God and Maker of all creation, to deliver us from trials in the air and eternal torment: that we may alway glorify the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and thy merciful intercession, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer in Time of Trouble 

O God, our help and assistance Who is just and merciful, and Who hears the supplications of Your people, look down upon me.  Have mercy upon me and deliver me from the trouble that besets me.  Deal not with me after my sins, but according to Your bountiful mercies, for I am the work of Your hands and You know my weakness. Grant me, I beseech You, Your divine helping grace, and endow me with patience and strength to endure my tribulations with complete submission to Your Will.  You know my misery and suffering and to You, my only hope and refuge, I flee for relief and comfort.  Trusting in Your infinite love and compassion, I know that in due time, when You know best, You will deliver me from this trouble and turn my distress into comfort.  I shall rejoice in Your mercy and exalt and praise Your Holy Name, of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, forever.  Amen.

#prayer #prayer request #prayer req

[anikasheep]

YOUR CATLIKE SHEEP wants your attention The Almighty Three (Lucifer/Diavolo/Solomon)

warnings: mc as your name, fluffy and kissing, don't like don't read

REBLOG AND LEAVE COMMENTS ARE WELCOME!!

COMMON

Today you decide to be alone with him! With your homework, the book you want to read, headphones, charging cable, and DDD, you ask for his permission and enter his room.

Time passes slowly as you write, finish your homework, and read the books you want to read, today’s Devildom is a bit boring, then you look at him on the other desk with a frown on your face.

He doesn’t realize you're looking at him, or even if he does, he doesn't care. He continues to be immersed in the paper in front of him and in his own inner world.

However, you are too bored, so you pick up your headphones and DDD, and come to his seat…

Lucifer

“Lucifer.” You whisper his name.

He gives you a confused glance. The moment he saw you, those irritations and unpleasing seemed to melt. His shoulders relaxed a bit, and his eyebrows didn’t knit together anymore.

“Hmh? What’s wrong, MC? Do you need something?”

You shake your head, and point at his lap.

“Could I lay on your lap, please? I want to be close to you.”

Lucifer raises his eyebrows, and then he slowly nods his head.

“I didn’t expect that you’re that bold, but I don’t have any intention or reason to say no, am I?”

He pats his left thigh, his voice is low and full of seducing and musing.

“Now come here, if my sheep want some attention, who am I to say no to them?”

Be careful, MC. You would get his hand without gloves to keep stroking your hair from time to time.

Lucifer might ask about your opinions so you’re actually the one who needs to pay attention.

He would hum some melody only you two could hear, and those melodies might lull you to sleep.

If you fall asleep, his coat will shelter you, this would make him feel like you’re under his wings, and there’s nothing that would make him feel more satisfied.

Maybe his other brothers would try to sneak into his room, but he’s set a whole spell already so that wouldn’t be that easy. He won’t let his brothers interrupt his time with his sweet little lamb.

Diavolo

He raised his head up before you called his name. The tired smile almost paused you to ask the request you’ve had for a while.

“Aaahh, MC. Can I do anything for you?”

You nod and point at his lap, while you ask him the favor.

“Can I… accompany you like this? I’m too bored and kind of miss you.”

You are both shocked by your blurry, you swear that you saw Diavolo’s pupils turn thinner for a moment but return to normal after you blink your eyes.

He shows you his hearty laugh once again, and then he leans his back onto the back of the chair.

You shift your feet to the other one when he just smiles.

But you feel yourself pulled to a warm and firm chest in the next moment.

The vibrations of his chuckles send to your heart and spread to the whole body.

“My my, look who I’ve found myself. A pure and totally innocent sheep who doesn’t know what they just said to A DEMON.”

Diavolo rests his cheek on the crown of your hair, his left arm engulfs your waist, and his thumb starts stroking the delicate skin through your clothes.

“…Lord Diavolo?” You nibble your lips to attract the urge to wiggle out of his grasp and giggle cause of the tickle feelings.

“I won’t let you feel bored, MC. However, I still have some papers that need me right now.”

Diavolo nuzzles his cheek on your head again, he grins when you move to a comfortable position on his lap, your arms around his neck, your plump lips brushing over his jaw making him shrink and growl lowly.

“Tempt me more, MC. The dance would continue until tomorrow… I assure you.”

Solomon

This sorcerer is too focused on his study to notice you, so you sit beside him simply, find the perfect timing, and lay your head on his lap.

His surprised eyes glanced down at your pouty face and chuckled.

“Are you a cat, MC? Need your teacher’s attention that badly?” His teases didn’t stop the blushing on his face.

“I’m not a cat, but I still want your attention. But don’t mind me, just give me a kiss and keep working.”

He mumbles something before he shares a soft kiss with you.

“So bossy, my apprentice is a boss cat is not what I could expect, but I love them anyway.” ”Heard that and I love you too, my not-a-sheep-but-more-like-a-demon teacher.”

“Heehee, oops. But I’m hurt that you call me not a sheep, now let me attack you by kissing you more.”

“Solomon, aren’t you should finish your report.. umph…”

#anika dream #obey me mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me solomon x reader #obey me imagines

[wrathofrats]

Yeah hi idk what this is I blacked out and came to and this was in the docs

Uhhh basically ifrits first church service and communion as hosted by Omega and alpha

Or omega baptizes ifrit and alpha lets ifrit drink the blood of Christ from his cunt.

Major warnings for intense blasphemy, mockery of the Catholic Church, degradation and religious shaming.

Also alpha is trans because WHY NOT

Ok enjoy.

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A strong stream of incense wafted into ifrits senses.

The thick air of dust and smoke invaded him, his vision and hearing feeling more cloudy than usual.

He knelt on the carpeted steps to the church stage. Omega standing a couple of feet in front of him and looking impossibly large at this angle.

“What do you ask the church for your summon?”

He doesn’t think he should be looking up. Omega looms directly over him, staring at alpha who sits behind him. He acts as some sort of guide, as some sort of owner of ifrit, like he’s in charge of him.

Ifrit truly cannot make out alphas answer, the words tumbling over his head. Only the low tone of alphas voice penetrates the anathemic fog that surrounds him.

“Are you willing and able to fulfill your duties to bring up your summon in the satanic faith?”

A cold draft creeps down ifrits back as alpha moves to sit next to omega. He doesn’t look at his summon, he stares only up at his own form of deity. The shadows cast across his face make him more demonic, more monstrous than usual.

He reaches down and puts his wrist to alphas mouth, forcing him to sink his fangs into the rich vein of liquid. Omega serving as some metaphor for the word of their lord, his existence meant to praise someone higher but forced down with his own hands being covered in blood.

A warm wet thumb swipes across his forehead. Omega using the blood that drips down his wrist to mark him with the sign of the cross. It’s comforting in a horrific way. The warm sinister smiles of the church combined with the macabre comfort of the blood dripping down his face.

Ifrit thinks he too would bleed for the church if it held him tight like this.

“Do you renounce god and all of his empty promises?” Omega holds his book high with one hand, the other reaching down to unbutton the pants of his uniform. He’s already hard, a true testament to his devotion and love. It’s admirable.

Ifrits hand plaster together in front of him. “Yes father”

“Do you believe in the almighty father, the creator of the earth and all its demonic beings?”

A drop of precum beads at the head of omegas cock, long thick strokes milking himself of the holy liquid. Ifrit truly can’t help but stick out his tongue, desperate for a taste of their sick purity.

The book snaps shut. A screaming echo in the old room. Alpha doesn’t look up in fear of what has angered omega, ifrit being the antithesis and staring his leader in the eye in confusion.

“You’d think you’d know better from the pits. Rotten children don’t deserve to be saved”

The moisture leaves the fire ghouls mouth. He’s confused, scared, ashamed for being so greedy.

“You’re disgusting, I’ve let a sinful being kneel in front of me, offered to cleanse you of your blasphemous ways and you’ve repaid my kindness by being a greedy whore?”

“Father I’m sorry please forgive me-“ ifrits stammers out his apology through forming tears. Omega words cut deep through his devotion and lets it bleed through him, taking over his need to be.

“I hope your knees are raw. I pray you repent”

The book opens again and omega scans it for the place he stopped, continuing to stroke himself just above ifrits face.

He can’t tell when he becomes close, the act of masturbation only serving as a ritual to please his higher lord.

“There is no god that can give you your purity back”

Omega cums hot and thick across ifrits face and chest. Ropes of holy water landing on his cheeks, blessing him, baptizing him of his former demonic ways from the pit. He can feel the sin lift from his skin and burn with the holy liquid.

A rough sleeve wipes ifrits eyes, tilting his chin to smile at him.

“You’ve done well, you may savor the blood and body of Christ now as a child of the dark church”

The unmistakable sound of someone undressing comes from behind omega. Alpha rids himself of his clothing as omega slots behind him, both still perched on the carpeted stage and stairs. Candles and golden objects surround him like his own altar, his own ritual of body and blood.

Alpha opens his legs with a push from omega, hairy thighs leading up to his cunt, shining and on display. His clit engorged with devotion and peaking through his folds. Omega picks up a golden chalice, holding it high above his head, the other hand spreading alpha for ifrit to see.

“Through him, with him and in him, in the unity of the dark spirit, all glory and honor is yours almighty, forever and ever”

“Amen”

Omega tips the chalice over alphas chest, letting the red wine trickle down his body to pool between his legs. It stains his skin a crimson red, a stream from the top of his neck to his thighs. No doubt some kind of blood lain metaphor

“You may take your first communion my ghoul”

Ifrit doesn’t hesitate, dives between alpha legs to lap up the wine from his cunt, sucking the sweet liquid from his t dick. Alphas slick mixes delicately with the blood of Christ. His smoky musk catering the bitter sweet taste of the intoxicating alcohol. Ifrit truly cannot tell what he’s more drunk off of. The wine or the devotion he feels to his own lord.

#hey idk what the fuck this is either #I’m sorry #no I’m not #actually….. #anyways I did so much research for this #be so fucking certain of what this is before you read it jfc #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #alpha ghoul #omega ghoul #ifrit ghoul

[angxlofvenus]

Let me take care of you.

Genre:fluff

Ship: pre-Lucifer x reader

TW: use of M/c, minimal cursing, kind of ooc lucifer, they/them pronouns for the reader, fainting, overworking, mentions of taking pills, soft Lucifer

12:00 am.

The old grandfather clock reverberated throughout the house of Lamentation,

Tired red eyes scanned yet another paper as the ticking continued,

Lucifer could feel a headache coming on as he looked away from his documents with irritation.

Another one of Diavolo’s foolish events had placed twice his usual workload on Lucifer’s shoulders, Not that he would ever admit to it but he truly felt horrible.

So how to fix the pounding in his head and the drooping of his eyes? Sleep? no, Coffee!

Standing from his desk chair, The tired demon made his way to the kitchen, the house stood silently as he passed through the halls like a withered ghost.

Lucifer was surprised to find it seemingly abandoned as he entered the room, He made his way over to the coffee maker and started up the machine, reaching upwards toward the cabinet, He opened it and pulled out a “worlds best brother” (A gag gift from Mammon)

He hadn't even placed the mug on the counter before his world closed into total darkness.

12:14 am.

Who would be making so much noise at this hour?

Well let’s be honest, living with 7 rowdy demons, any of them could’ve been awake and reeking chaos this late.

But still, Mc sat up in their bed and blinked as they tried to figure out what just awoke them from slumber, A quiet thud and then a louder sound of glass shattering on tile coming from the kitchen.

Usually, they’d turn over and go back to sleep, chalking it up to Beel going a little wild but something in them was nagging to go check, and so mc did.

A hungry Beel did not greet them, instead the almighty first born, Lord of Pride, Lucifer was passed out on the kitchen floor, a mug smashed beside him.

“Shit!” Mc yelled as they rushed to his side, Only then did the human get a good look at Lucifer for the first time in weeks, He looked…older.

His eyebags made him look gaunt, darkening his face, his hair was limp and lacked its normal classy style.

Mc raised his head up and felt the back of his head, no blood, a good sign.

His breathing was even, Mc could hear his heart pulse in the quiet room, scary, mean, intimidating Lucifer really had seemed to pass out just from pure exhaustion in the middle of the kitchen, and now, since Mc was the only one around, he had become their problem.

12:36 am.

Lucifer felt absolutely horrible. Everything hurt.

Opening his eyes, The soft glow of the lamp next to him radiated through the room, which was very obviously not the kitchen.

Despite his back feeling as if it was on fire, he sat up in the…bed? Where was he?

Only when he started to look around did a pit form in his stomach, a familiar tree lay behind him in the bed aswell as multiple photos of him and his brothers on the walls.

He was in the human exchange students room.

And seemingly alone.

Cursing himself for not being more aware of his state, Lucifer started to think of how to get back into his office and explain to the human what had happened without damaging his pride too much.

His thoughts were cut short when the bedroom door opened, revealing Mc holding a cup of water and some demon equivalent pain medication.

Neither of them looked at eachother as Mc awkwardly walked to the bedside and placed the water down onto the table before looking up at Lucifer, “For you.”

They held out their palm where two pills lay, Their eyes met briefly as he accepted them.

“Thank you, Mc.” He picked up the glass and swallowed the medicine.

A bashful smile took over their face, Lucifer ignored the way his heart sped up as he went to get out of the bed, “I need to get back to work.”

“You can let people take care of you.”

His movement stopped as he stared at the human, “What?”

“You’re allowed to take breaks, Lucifer. Please, Let me take care of you, just for tonight.”

The demon eased back onto the bed as Mc breathed a sigh of relief.

“…You are not to tell anyone about this, especially not my brothers.”

“I would never dream of it.”

“Then just for tonight.” He conceded as the medication started to take effect.

The human nor the demon made any comments about the brand new “Worlds best brother” in the spot of the broken one, Ofcourse Lucifer never missed how Mc’s eyes seemed to glimmer just a bit brighter everytime he used it.

Maybe the exchange program wasn’t all that bad.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me fluff #lucifer x mc #lucifer x you #lucifer x reader #lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer om #lucifer morningstar #obey me beelzebub #obey me fandom #om x reader #lucifer fic #lucifer fluff #obey me fic #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me luci x reader #reader insert #self ship #gn reader #obey me mc #obey me x y/n #janus'writings

[toxicanonymity]

on my knees begging for a crumb of Ezra please he is the PERFECT candidate to be a creep

hmmm caught me at a good moment for Ezra (why do I have a feeling you know it? lol ily). I've only seen Prospect once and I was distracted, so I don't have his manner of speaking down, but here's my best shot at a crumb so far. Warnings: Jacking off

250 / creepy!Ezra x Reader

PART 2 HERE

After you go to sleep, Ezra stands guard. He sits in a chair keeping watch with his hand wrapped around the shaft of his most precious weapon. He thinks you're fast asleep, but you're listening, clenching your thighs together. He's always been a creep, and slowly but surely, you're going to help him graduate from watching to doing something about it. But you're not going to make it easy on him. You're not going to make a move.

You maintain a slow and steady rhythm of breathing, then begin peppering in some cute sleep sounds, just as you've been doing for the past few nights.

Then, tonight, you add something special. You're counting on it being music to his ears.

"Ez," you murmur convincingly, quietly enough that it could have been any stray sound for his ears to twist into what he wants to hear. His breath audibly hitches. "Hmm?" He asks quietly.

"Oh, Ezra."

"Looord almighty," he whispers shakily to himself.

You listen to the beat of his fist around his cock for another minute.

"Mmmmm," you moan as you toss and turn. "Fu-fuck me," you whisper.

"Oh Looord help me," he whines shakily. His breathing deepens and the beat of his hand becomes desperate.

"Mmmm, harder," you murmur. "Yeah."

"Ohh, lord," he breathes, then erupts in his hand with a groan, stifled by his own arm.

By design, this gives Ezra a lot to consider. Within minutes he's finding less guilt in his lust. You can't wait to find out how this emboldens him.

tags @littlegreendove

#ezra x reader #ezra prospect #toxicanonymity ☠️ #pedro pascal characters #ezra prospect x reader

[monsoon-of-art]

Yay little mer snippet! Just a little thing as a break from Donut Hole. Probably won't post on ao3 (Edit I did lol)

Lost and Found

They didn’t see the storm coming.

Both clans knew the skies and the weather almost as much as they knew their watery home. They should've seen this storm coming days in advance.

But they didn't.

All they could do was hunker down in their settlements and pray to Almighty Sinnoh that their loved ones out at sea would return home safe.

Even deep inside their iceberg, Irida wanted nothing more than to curl up inside her den, like she did when she was a pup and a bad storm would roll over.

But as leader, she wanted to make sure her clan was safe first.

Thank Sinnoh, most of them were doing what she wanted to do; tucked away safe inside the many ice caves and dens they had made, little ones hiding under blankets and their relatives.

Lady Sneasler and Lord Ursaluna had plopped themselves down in the medical den with Calaba. Lord Kleavor and Avalugg would be safe under the waves, and Lord Arcanine…

Well, he didn't have to suffer this storm. It was a relief, in a strange, painful way.

Lady Sneasler yawned as Irida entered, without a care in the world. Lord Ursaluna barely even acknowledged her presence.

“Did everyone return to the settlement?” Irida asked.

Calaba let out a quiet, but still irritated, huff. “Palina has yet to return. Gaeric went out to retrieve her just as the storm hit.”

Of course. Since the passing of Lord Arcanine, Palina had been grieving away from others. She wanted solitude, as dangerous as that was, and Irida could respect it on some level.

But not in this weather.

And Irida truly respected Gaeric as her mentor and practically her brother, but he still struggled with empathy at the best of times.

“Right. Right. I'll go after them.” Irida decided, rubbing her cheeks and smoothing her whiskers, trying to not stress too much.

Palina and Gaeric were very, very good swimmers. She was positively certain she'd find them just outside the iceberg.

“Please be safe.” Calaba said as Lady Irida left.

Dipping into the frigid waters (for some, not that Irida was complaining), Irida was immediately hit with the turbulent, stormy sea.

With smaller storms, it was easy to hide under the waves. But with large storms like this? The currents would be thrown off kilter, the sediment on the sea floor would be dragged up, it was difficult for even the strongest of swimmers to keep their head on straight.

But Irida pressed on, weaving through the ice floats the best she could. Even through the dark waters she could see the flashes of lightning, hear the boom of thunder. 

This couldn't be a natural storm. This had to be from Almighty Sinnoh themself. Perhaps something had angered them. It was bound to be the false worship of the Diamond Clan.

(Little did she know, Lord Adaman was having the exact same thought.)

Just at the edge of the icy waters, where the glaciers were nothing more than floating bits of snow on the surface of the water, she found them.

“There you two are! This storm is too bad to be out!” Irida said as she rushed forward to greet them, unable to stop the worried tone in her voice.

“Blame her.” Replied Gaeric in a low rumble, narrowing his eyes at Palina.

“Oh? Oh? Blame me? Blame me for making sure Lord Arcanine’s only son and heir is safe in this storm? Yes! Yes, let's blame me!”

Irida loved these two like family. Siblings. Close as could be.

She would also love it if they could stop bickering for just one night.

“You two can fight about this later, inside the settlement.” she said, swimming behind to try and urge them forward. Irida had her fill of stormy weather for one night, thank you.

The three of them had barely started their trek home, when Palina spotted something lying at the bottom of the ocean. Thank Sinnoh that the waters were relatively shallow here, otherwise she never would've spotted it.

It was…a black and white….lump. 

“Wait…What…is that?” Palina asked quietly, finding herself slowly drifting down to investigate.

Gaeric turned, sounding confused. “What? No, we should go back. This storm is dangerous.”

As Irida began following her down, he grumbled under his breath, but reluctantly began to follow as well.

The three approached the mysterious object on the sea floor, and they all quickly realized that the black and white lump was big. Very big. 

“What…is it?” Asked Irida, glancing at Gaeric for guidance.

But he slowly shook his head. “I'm not…sure. Don't get too close. We don't know if this is a threat-”

His eyes narrowed as they approached, and for a brief moment, terror flashed across his face. Grabbing the two girls, he pulled them down to a rocky outcove to hide. “Orca, that is an Orca, stay down-” he hissed.

Palina did not do that, immediately slipping away to peek over the rocks. “Really? Just laying on the ground like that? That doesn’t seem very…Orca-Like.”

“You have the self preservation of a sea cucumber.” he growled. “I’ve seen Orcas, you haven’t. Get back down here!”

She crept a bit closer, sticking close to the rocks in case she needed to duck back down. “No…the shape is wrong. And I can see…fabric?”

Irida now poked her head above the rocks, much to Gaeric’s dismay. “...I think she’s right. I’m going in closer.”

“You two are going to die, and at your funeral I will tell everyone how stupid you were.”

Palina and Irida inched closer and closer, still remaining cautious as they approached. More details came into focus. There was a torso, head, arms, hands-

It was a merman, wearing strange striped garments, curled up and completely unconscious. The only signs of life came from the subtle twitch of his fingers.

“It’s not an Orca!” Palina said over her shoulder, “I-I think it's a merman? With Orca colors?”

That finally got Gaeric to take a look, swiftly coming over to join them, brows furrowed in thought. “I…don’t recognize him. He’s not one of us.”

“He’s not part of the Diamond Clan, either. He doesn’t have their colors or insignia…” added Irida with a frown. “Would he have come from a migratory pod?”

Gaeric shook his head. “There’s been no reports of pods like that. We haven’t had traveling pods of Orcas like him in years.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “...he could be an exile.”

The very word caused Irida to recoil and Palina to wince.

Exile was the worst punishment possible. Practically a death sentence, forcing a mer from their group to live on their own, to grow sick and weak and mad from the isolation. It was worse than a death sentence, only for the most heinous of crimes. Neither of the three there had ever seen it before, from their clan nor from the Diamond clan. A punishment spoken only in terrified whispers.

Palina shook her head. “No, no. You can’t just assume the worst like that. M-Maybe the storm swept him away from his pod? Maybe he got lost?”

She turned to Irida directly. “We can’t just leave him here. He’ll drown. He’ll die. I can’t handle another death on my conscious like this.”

“Irida, I have to object.” counted Gaeric, leaning over to try and block Irida’s view of Palina. “I cannot allow you to bring this stranger to our settlement. He could be a threat! He could be a murderer. What if he tries to eat the pups-”

“Gaeric!” Palina shouted, tugging on his hair and earning a pained yelp.”Stop assuming he’s an exile!”

“I didn’t say he was! But if he’s been alone for Sinnoh knows how long? Merfolk go crazy when they’re alone!”

Irida hummed in thought, glancing between the two and the unconscious merman.

Palina was right, if they didn’t do anything, the merman would die. He’d drown, and in a matter of time the crabs and eels would descend upon the corpse until there was nothing left.

Gaeric was right, they didn’t know this merman, they didn’t know how dangerous he was. This merman was big, too, much bigger than anyone at the settlement, he could overpower them if he wanted. He could be a danger.

The merman shifted slightly, and began making a low, rumbling croon. His face, even while unconscious, looked pained. 

He was calling for someone. Something. Anything.

And as the three waited with hesitation, nothing came.

“We’re taking him back.” Irida said with an air of finality. “Gaeric, help us carry him.”

“What?! I’m opposed to this! I’m the one who said we shouldn’t take him in, and you want me to carry him?! He’s probably heavy!”

“Oh, what?” Palina said, smug from having won, “Those muscles you’re so proud of are just for show, huh?”

He growled at her, a rumble low in his throat, but agreed. “Fine. Let’s carry this stranger back home.”

#pkm mer au

[queerprayers]

can you please pray for a teacher of mine who has been very very important in my life? they've been out of school for a couple of weeks and haven't said why, only that they're going through something personal and would appreciate prayers. i care deeply about them and i've been so worried. if you could pray for them, or maybe if you know any prayers i could say, it would mean the world.

i know it's probably a bit silly to send this considering my first ask was only like an hour ago and you probably haven't even seen it yet, but this is the person who asked for prayers for my teacher. i've been praying all night, sobbing on my floor, probably looking like a crazy person reaching out above for some comfort from god. after sending that ask i just grabbed my bible and started reading out of sheer desperation to find something or anything that might comfort me, and somehow the first verse i saw was the beginning of psalm 77. "I cried out to God for help;     I cried out to God to hear me. When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;     at night I stretched out untiring hands,     and I would not be comforted."

You've both been in my prayers, beloved. It hurts to feel helpless, but the psalms have a unique way of putting our desperation into words. They show us that crying out is holy, and is itself a form of prayer, that will be listened to and preserved through generations. You're not crazy--you're human, the same kind of human that we've all been for thousands of years, and the author of this psalm is with you.

I hope you kept reading. The psalmist asks whether the Lord will reject them forever--and then there's a turning point in verse 10: "Then I thought: To this I will appeal:" and then they remember God's miracles, list God's works, and specifically recall the liberation of the Israelites through the Red Sea. The psalmist doesn't say whether the specific reason for their crying is remedied, but that's not what the psalm is about. It's about honoring miracles in the face of hopelessness, reminding yourself what kind of God you worship, turning your attention to the ways in which the world has been saved.

It can be hard to pray when we don't know specifics--but as someone who prays for people and situations that I rarely know the details of on a regular basis, it is a beautiful form of prayer, and God does listen. God holds more than we will ever know, and knows what we do not. Your love for your teacher brings you to God, and God's love for your teacher fills all the unknowing.

My favorite intercessory prayer at night is this one:

Watch, dear Lord, with those who wake or watch or weep, and give your angels charge over those who sleep. Tend the sick, rest the weary, bless the dying, soothe the suffering, pity the afflicted, shield the joyous, and all for your love's sake, Amen.

And here are a couple more from my prayer book:

Almighty and everlasting God, comfort of the sad and strength to those who suffer: Let the prayers of your children who are in any trouble rise to you. To everyone in distress grant mercy, grant relief, grant refreshment; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. O merciful Father, look with pity on the sorrows of [name], your servant, for whom we pray. Remember [them], O Lord, in mercy. Strengthen [them] in patience, comfort [them] with the memory of your goodness, let your presence shine on [them], and give [them] peace through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

I pray for the things suffered that only those involved know about, the nights spent praying that feel like they will never dawn, the helplessness of knowing someone you love needs help, and the mercy of God present with us all. When all we can do is pray, we are doing everything by praying. I wish your heart the peace of God, and also honor the turmoil of caring for others. Both are held in our scriptures and our God.

<3 Johanna

[midnight-talescape]

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 (𝒜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓊𝓈 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 1: Macro/Micro

Guess who’s back? It's me, your favorite nut job! I’m your favorite I don’t care I don’t take objections So yep day 1 and I’m back to Poképhillia *sigh So yeah we're fucking god now, go big or go home I guess. There is a prequel for this smut, the question is will it happen? There's a plan to have it written on a different blog, if it happens I will stick a link somewhere.

Warning: Poképhillia, size differences, probably a lot of pain, also uh he called you child a few times because he’s like a god and all I’m not sure if I should put that in the warning but here it is, I have regrets, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 1821

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You walked up the mountain and toward the temple of Sinnoh carrying a basket of berries in your hand.

A few months ago you met Arceus when you were lost in the forest.

Does that make any logical sense?

Absolutely not, but so does many things in this world. Also, the fact that after seeing the almighty god instead of running away, or idk try to catch him you choose to stay and have an in-depth discussion with him about why humanity kinda sucks, probably isn’t normal either.

But doesn’t matter after some offering and lack of self-preservation skills, you like to think of yourself as a friend of god. After all, he seems to be quite fond of you as well.

As you reached the top of the temple, you played the azure flute to summon him. After a few moments, a crack appeared in the air, as Arceus walked out greeting you with a nod.

“Hello, my child. How have you been?”

You hold the basket in front of you to show it to him before saying,

“I'm doing great! I brought you some berries I grew!”

Arceus let out a small laugh as he lowered his head towards you,

“I’m glad, and thank you for your offering. There's no need to do that for me.”

You put the berry basket on the ground, before gently holding Arceus's head in your arm and placing a kiss on his head.

Who would have known god was touch-starved? At least you certainly didn’t until you noticed how Arceus seemed to lean into your touch.

His whole body shuddered involuntarily and his eyes flashed red momentarily, as he felt you place a kiss on his head.

Noticing his strange reaction to your kiss, you ask worriedly,

“Are you okay, my lord?” he had never had such a strong reaction to your touch before,

Arceus looked at you a blush on his face as he unconsciously leaned into you more,

“Y-yes, your touch was merely a little…unexpected…”

You looked into his eyes which seemed to be flashing between red and green, before backing away slightly.

“I’m sorry, are you sure you’re okay, my lord? Your eyes are…different”

Arceus seeing you back away looked up almost frantically,

“Don’t… don’t apologize… don’t leave… come closer, my dear…”

Hesitantly you nodded before hugging Arceus's head in your arm.

“Is this better?”

Arceus groaned into your hug seemingly fighting an internal battle with himself. Struggling he pulled himself out of your arm before backing away, despite his heart telling him to never let go of you and demand/beg for more kisses.

“L-leave child, before-before I do something I regret and hurt you” Arceus panted out seemingly losing the battle,

You being a stubborn person, refused.

“I'm not leaving, my lord you’re not acting normally, is there anything I can do?”

Hearing your word Arceus's eyes went fully red, losing to the desire inside him. Tremblingly he walked toward you pushing his head in your arms again.

“I-I need to feel your touch, my dear. Your soft lip and your warm embrace. Pl-please, child. For the love of the god that you worship, please kiss me. I need you, (y/n)”

Hesitantly you hugged back. Placing several small kisses on his head as Arceus continued to tremble in your arm.

“I-i will do something unforgivable, my sweet child, I am not worthy of your praise or your love…” Arceus cried out as tears began to form in his eyes,

You kiss away his tears trying to comfort him as you get increasingly worried.

“Hey, it’s okay. Nothing you do can be unforgivable, please don’t cry.”

With a shudder Arceus pulled you into his chest(?) with his foreleg, don’t ask me how I don’t know the most powerful being in the universe having lost all control of himself because of you.

“My dear…my love…you are my angel. Please don’t forsake me, I need you. I need your touch, your kiss, and your everything. Please give me your heart and your soul. Let me be your god, let me be your love. Love me as much as I love you, my dear angel…”

Your eyes widen at his words, before giggling and standing on your tip-toe to place a kiss on his face (?) I don’t think he has a mouth? Trust me I have tried googling

“Then as you wish, my lord.”

You had no idea what you just agreed to…

Arceus pushed his leg in between your leg, grinding it against your clit. Gently poking it and pushing you down onto the ground.

You let out a loud whine as you felt the force pushing down at your sensitive fold. Your eyes teary and your face flushed as you let out a little moan. The pleasure was unlike anything you have felt before. You can feel your panties getting soaked as he grinds against your cunt with his foreleg. The cold metal on his leg grows warmer from your body heat.

Seeing your reaction Arceus let out a satisfied purr, glad that he can bring you this pleasure.

As you get closer to your release you can’t help but beg,

“F-faster…haaa… please, m-my lord… s-so close…”

Arceus was happy to comply, and within minutes you were brought to your first climax.

As your fluid splattered onto his foreleg, Arceus's eyes began to fill with an animalistic need and lust.

You panted on the ground, your eyes dazed and your mind blank from the high. Arceus ripped off your clothing and flipped you around to push you down on all fours.

I had to do some math and googling but yeah, someone's gonna be in a world of pain. And no I’m not proud of my search history right now

“W-wait, pause! Backtrack, backtrack!” you yelled hoarsely as you tried to back away once you saw his cock that's beginning to harden, it look about 2 feet long and it's getting bigger,

Arceus dragged you back forcefully, any emotion other than lust disappeared completely in his eyes, transforming him into a completely different Pokemon. One that is controlled by his animalistic desire.

“I will destroy you, my angel.”

Arceus said with a sinister tone, as he held you onto the ground.

You let out a scream as he begins to push inside you, your body shaking violently as it is forced to accommodate something it’s not supposed to take in.

With a snarl, he pushed your face into the ground as he forced himself into you, inch by painful inch.

“I-i will die! Please, f-fuck! Haaa…” you cried out your mind blank from the pain,

Hearing your cry of pain seems to bring back some clarity to his mind. Lowering his head and placing what will be the equivalent of a kiss on your back, Arceus begins to use his power to transform your body so it will be easier to accommodate his size. Or at least enough so that you don’t die in the process.

“You won't die, my angel. You belong to me and only me.”

With another growl he slammed his cock into your tiny body, shoving another half a foot of it into you. You let out a wail as your stomach bulges out, the head of his member can be seen through your stomach.

With each thrust, his member seems to grow larger inside you. You can no longer tell how much your body has taken in. Your mind is daze with pain and pleasure, as your body is pushed to the limit and then some more.

Every time you thought you had reached your limit and will surely die if he shoved more of his cock into your body, your body will stretch to accommodate it, because of his power.

You shake your head begging him to stop,

“N-no more! Full, so full!”

Ignoring your cry Arceus continues to thrust inside you roughly.

“You will be mine, angel. Just me and no one else!”

He was almost entirely inside you, was it 5 or 6 feet by this point? You honestly don’t know. Your visions are blurry and you can’t feel your legs anymore, how will you ever recover from this?

The pain and pleasure were overwhelming, every thrust seemed to bring you to another climax as well as another round of pain.

After who knows how long Arceus's thrust got sloppier and rougher as he began to reach his release. By this point, you couldn’t fight back or cry, your mind long past broken. You let out a silent scream and tears fell from your eyes. Arceus let out a roar before shooting his cum inside you, painting your wall white and filling you to the brim.

Your stomach is bloated and you whimper as you felt yourself being filled. After a while Arceus's cock soften and he finally pulled out with a pop, as an ocean of creamy white liquid came rushing out of you.

The red in Arceus's eyes faded and his eyes returned to his usual forest green. As Arceus returns to normal, he looks down at your battered and abused body with horror, finally realizing what he had done to you.

Shakily Arceus cradles your trembling body inside his arms.

“What have I done… my love… my sweet angel… please tell me you're alright…” Arceus pleaded as he began to use his power to heal you up,

After a few minutes, you finally gain back some of your consciousness and with a pained groan you look up at him.

“Y-you just shoved something that's basically bigger than me if you are taller than 6ft just ignore that, also please donate some of your height to me inside of me, I will say I’m a little broken…”

Arceus lowered his head to nuzzle your body to try and comfort you.

“I'm sorry, I’m so sorry… please forgive me, my love… I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

You wrap your arm around his head as you ask with a hoarse voice,

“At least you remember to change my body so I don’t die in the process… what came over you? That wasn’t normal…”

Arceus froze before hesitating and answering quietly,

“There's… there's a part of me… a different part of me that's more ruthless, more aggressive, and less caring… I try to repress it, but I can't and I lost control of you… I’m sorry, I will never let it happen again…”

You nodded your head before leaning on his head,

“That's good to know, I’m not sure how much more time can I take off this…”

You let out a yawn as your eyes get droopy, your body tired from the event that happened prior.

Arceus nodded and sensing your tiredness he wrapped himself around you protectively,

“Sleep, my dear angel. You have been through enough…”

With a nod, you slowly drifted off to sleep in the arms of god…

#kinktober #x reader #no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #pokephillia #pokemon x reader #arceus x reader #kinktober 2023

[holdin-out-for-a-hero]

Confessions- Nicholas D. Wolfwood x F!Reader

A/N: this is written for 1998 Wolfwood, because he will always be the best Wolfwood. Reject modernity, embrace tradition.

Words: 1535

Warnings: none?

A knock on the door was how it started.

"How can I help ya?" He leaned against the door, signature charming-borderline-flirtatious smile adorning his face.

But when he looked to her, his smile fell. Something was wrong. He could see it, in her face, in the tightness of her shoulders, in the nervous wringing of her hands.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, a brow raised.

"Is confession still open?" She asked. She had never made a confession to him before, never even seemed like the religious type. But he could tell something was weighing down on her today.

"It's always open," he held the door open for her to come in.

She stepping in apprehensively, glancing around the room until her gaze landed on the table, where the confessional hat was resting.

"You don't have to wear that stupid thing, it's just us in here," he started, approaching the two chairs at the table, "Care to sit?"

She sat down stifly, looking like a deer caught in headlights as he stared back at her.

"I've never done this sort of thing before," she muttered.

"I didn't think so," he laughed.

"So uh... I'm supposed to pay you, right?" She held out a hand with a few coins in it.

"No," he stopped her, "it's on the house. I can tell there's something weighing heavy on your soul."

"Yeah, you could say that..."

She stared at the bottle of liquor and shot glass on the table.

"You need a little loosening up?" He picked up the bottle and poured a shot into the glass, "Relax, sweetheart, the only ones who are going to hear it are me and God Almighty."

She took the shot and downed it.

"Another, please."

He laughed and obliged.

"This must be something pretty heavy to get you all nervous like this." Silence. He looked up at her, the shot glass paused at her lips, and tears welling in her eyes, "The Lord forgives all, and he doesn't judge those who come to him for forgiveness."

"Will you judge me?"

The question took him by surprise, he stared at her a moment more.

"Sweetheart, I'm in no place to judge anybody," he poured a shot of his own this time, same glass, and downed it, "If the Lord can forgive me for all I've done, then he can forgive any miserable sack of shit in this world, let alone a sweet little thing like you."

He caught himself, mouthing a quick "sorry" to the sky, which caused her to giggle.

"I won't judge you. There's nothing you can say to me that will make me see you any other way than I do now."

She stared into his eyes a moment more, debating whether on not she could trust him. But those warm browns wore away at her resolve and eased her worries. She took a deep breath.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

He looked up to the ceiling

"You ready, big man?"

Another small laugh escaped her lips, putting a smile back onto his own lips, a real one this time.

She divulged her deepest, darkest secret to him. One that was years old, and more tragic than it was heinous. But she still held that guilt, as many do, and he understood why. No one knows how their actions can affect the future, and she was just another victim of a cruel fate.

The words spilled out like a broken dam, years of pressure pushing it all out in an almost unintelligible stream of tears. It was raw and ugly, and even though he said he wouldn't judge her, she sat waiting, watching his expression. Was he judging her?

He just stared on, face slack and eyes half-lidded, thinking. It stayed silent like that a moment more, him adjusting in his seat as he processed what all she had admitted.

He looked back at her.

"You've carried that burden for a long time, haven't you?"

All she could do was nod as the tears broke through, broken sobs pushing themselves up through her lungs.

"C'mere," he opened his arms.

She didn't think twice, stumbling into his arms with no shame, curling up into his lap and burying her face into his shoulder. Her grip was tight, holding on like he was her only lifeline. The charismatic priest with dubious morals, who held her back with such sincerity, such care.

"You don't have to carry that burden anymore," he shushed, smoothing a hand over her hair.

She sobbed harder; it was something she had needed to hear for years.

"Oh God..." she cried, tears soaking through his suit jacket and onto his shirt, "I'm a disgrace, aren't I?"

"You're not a disgrace," he said, "That's bullshit. Don't you ever think you're a disgrace."

His grip on her tightened as he let her release her emotions all over his jacket.

"Look at me," he said.

She didn't hear him over her own sobbing.

"Look at me, Y/N."

She glanced up at him slowly, her face a pitiful sight to behold.

"You are not a disgrace. You got that?"

"I need another shot," she said, leaning over his arm to reach for the bottle.

He grabbed it and held it out of her reach.

"I think you've had enough."

"I've only had three shots!"

"Yeah, of 80 proof!"

She dropped her arms in defeat, another wave of tears building in her eyes. She looked up at him.

"I don't wanna feel like this," she said.

"The only way out is through, believe me. Liquor will dull the pain but it won't let it go away."

"You're one to talk."

He laughed.

"You've got a lot of nerve too, Y'know?"

He pulled her back into his chest, placing one hand against her hair, the other around her back.

"And you've got a lot left to get out, so you might as well get it out now. I don't want you dealing with this alone."

And she did, though not nearly as violent as before. This time it was just occasional sniffles and whimpers, gently shushed away by the calming comfort of Wolfwood. Who would've thought a man like him had a side so soft?

"I hate to see one of God's children in so much pain," he whispered, almost to himself, "At least one of the good ones, anyway."

This caused her to snort into this jacket. A smile grew on his face.

"You all worn out?" he asked.

A low hum came from his shoulder, muffled by his jacket.

"I thought so," he said, placing his hands under her legs and behind her back.

He picked her up gently and walked over to hotel bed.

She made a confused noise and looked up at him with big, doe eyes. She made no attempt to escape his grasp, though; she trusted him.

"You need to rest, and I doubt you want the other idiots to see you like this, they'd never leave you alone. They'd suffocate ya and grill it out ya," he said. He placed her down on the bed gently and pushed a hair away from her face.

"I'll sleep on the floor, so you don't need to worry about that."

He took the second pillow from the bed turned to walk away, when a hand tugged at the end of his jacket.

He turned around and was caught by those doe eyes, still glassy and red and pitiful looking.

"You want me to stay?" He asked.

She looked away, a small blush dusting her cheeks.

"I mean... only if you want to."

He huffed in amusement before slipping off his shoes and coat jacket.

"Scoot over."

She did so without a second thought.

He slid into bed beside her and placed his hands behind his head, elbows splaying across the pillows.

"Come 'ere doll," he said, tired.

She scooted towards him and laid her head against his shoulder, just below his jaw, and curled up into his side.

He placed his arm around her back and rubbed slow, lazy circles into it. He could feel the tension drop from her muscles as soon as he did so. He huffed in amusement.

"Comfy?" He asked.

"Mhmm" she hummed softly, eyelids starting to drag every time she blinked.

Another few seconds passed in a comfortable, cozy silence.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Oh, It's just part of the job, Sweetheart."

"This is?" She lifted her head from his chest to look at him.

"Well, no, not this," he laughed, "But I don't particularly mind this either."

A smile formed on her face and she shut her eyes, listening to his steady heartbeat as it lulled her to sleep.

Nicholas stared up at the ceiling, waiting, until he heard her soft snores. He looked down at her peaceful expression, the redness from the crying had started to fade away.

He placed a soft kiss to the top of her head before turning back to look at the ceiling, which he knew he'd be getting familiar with that night. Cause with the girl he liked all curled up and comfy in his arms, he didn't think he'd get much sleep that night.

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun 1998 #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood x reader #trigun wolfwood

[orthodoxadventure]

I ask for a prayer. I've been dealing with increased anger and anxiety recently. Certainly a symptom of neglecting my spiritual needs the past few months. If you will, pray that I get back on the right path. Please and thank you. God bless.

I'm sorry to hear that you've been struggling with anxiety and anger recently, and I pray that both of these things improve for you. Of course I will keep you in my prayers.

Some prayers you might find helpful are under the readmore

Prayer Against Fear

O Greatly-merciful Master, Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me and cleanse me from every sadness and disturbance and cowardice. Drive away from me every spiritual choking and demonic sorrow, that I sense in my body and my soul. For You are our Joy, and the hope of all the ends of the earth, and those far off at sea. Be merciful to me, O Master, upon my sins. Take from me the heavy burden of sin and despair. Drive far away from me every sadness and laziness. Confirm me in Your Love, and with unassailable hope and unshakable faith in You, through the intercessions of Your Spotless Mother, and all Your Saints. Amen.

Another Prayer Against Fear

O Master, Lord my God, in Whose hands is my destiny:  Help me according to Thy mercy, and leave me not to perish in my transgressions, nor allow me to follow them who place desires of the flesh over those of the spirit.

I am Thy creation; disdain not the work of Thy hands. Turn not away; be compassionate and humiliate me not, neither scorn me, O Lord, as I am weak. I have fled unto Thee as my Protector and God. Heal my soul, for I have sinned against Thee. Save me for Thy mercy’s sake, for I have cleaved unto Thee from my youth; let me who seeks Thee not be put to shame by being rejected by Thee for mine unclean actions, unseemly thoughts, and unprofitable remembrances. Drive away from me every filthy thing and excess of evil.

For Thou alone art holy, alone mighty, and alone immortal, in all things having unexcelled might, which, through Thee, is given to all that strive against the devil and the might of his armies. For unto Thee is due all glory, honor and worship:  To the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen

Prayer Against Adversity

Dear heavenly Lord, It’s as if I take One step forward and Two steps back. Things go wrong In the most unexpected ways. It seems like the whole world Works against me sometimes. And my failure ties me up in knots. Yet I know one thing, For Your Word has told me, That I am not alone. So once again I call out to You, Rise up, oh Lord, rise up! Strike down the resistance and fear That seek to silence my faith. Give me strength and clarity To continue, no matter How hard the wind blows against me. I believe in Your promise. You will not abandon me. I trust in the resurrection That sets my soul free. You are my almighty God And I am Your beloved child. Christ won this for me Upon the cross. Only by Your grace, According to Your holy will, In Jesus name, Amen.

Prayer to Overcome Panic Attacks

Lord, I come to You and I thank You for drawing near to me when I draw near to You. To think that You are mindful of me — it overwhelms my soul. But Lord, today my spirit is heavy and my body is weak. I cannot bear the weight of this anxiety and panic any longer. I recognize I can’t get through this alone, and I pray against the very active enemy who is trying to shake my faith and tear us apart. Help me stand strong in You. Fortify these weary bones and remind me of the truth that this pain and panic will not last forever. It will pass.

Fill me with Your joy, peace and perseverance, Father. Restore my soul and break the chains of anxiety and panic that bind me. I trust You with my panic and I know that You have the power to take it all away. But even if You don’t, I know I don’t have to be a slave to my fear. I can rest in the shadow of Your wings and I will rise and overcome by Your unwavering strength. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Bless My Enemies, O Lord

Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them.

Enemies have driven me into your embrace more than friends have.

Friends have bound me to earth, enemies have loosed me from earth and have demolished all my aspirations in the world.

Enemies have made me a stranger in worldly realms and an extraneous inhabitant of the world. Just as a hunted animal finds safer shelter than an unhunted animal does, so have I, persecuted by enemies, found the safest sanctuary, having ensconced myself beneath your tabernacle, where neither friends nor enemies can slay my soul.

Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them.

They, rather than I, have confessed my sins before the world.

They have punished me, whenever I have hesitated to punish myself. They have tormented me, whenever I have tried to flee torments. They have scolded me, whenever I have flattered myself. They have spat upon me, whenever I have filled myself with arrogance.

Bless my enemies, O Lord, Even I bless them and do not curse them.

Whenever I have made myself wise, they have called me foolish. Whenever I have made myself mighty, they have mocked me as though I were a dwarf. Whenever I have wanted to lead people, they have shoved me into the background. Whenever I have rushed to enrich myself, they have prevented me with an iron hand. Whenever I thought that I would sleep peacefully, they have wakened me from sleep. Whenever I have tried to build a home for a long and tranquil life, they have demolished it and driven me out.

Truly, enemies have cut me loose from the world and have stretched out my hands to the hem of your garment.

Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them.

Bless them and multiply them; multiply them and make them even more bitter against me:

so that my fleeing to You may have no return; so that all hope in men may be scattered like cobwebs; so that absolute serenity may begin to reign in my soul; so that my heart may become the grave of my two evil twins, arrogance and anger; so that I might amass all my treasure in heaven; ah, so that I may for once be freed from self-deception, which has entangled me in the dreadful web of illusory life.

Enemies have taught me to know what hardly anyone knows, that a person has no enemies in the world except himself.

One hates his enemies only when he fails to realize that they are not enemies, but cruel friends.

It is truly difficult for me to say who has done me more good and who has done me more evil in the world: friends or enemies.

Therefore bless, O Lord, both my friends and enemies.

A slave curses enemies, for he does not understand. But a son blesses them, for he understands. For a son knows that his enemies cannot touch his life. Therefore he freely steps among them and prays to God for them.

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My Saviour: Part 10

This part will wrap up everything for the next and last part! The series is about to come to an end, I will update the next part very soon. Enjoy!

Four days passed by, both you and Ayato were recovering well. The news of the attack on you both had somehow been leaked to the public, and all of Inazuma was shocked and angry that someone had tried to kill you both. A lot of letters had arrived at the estate from well wishes and concerned citizens, who offered help and prayers to you both for your speedy recovery. Both you and Ayato were so grateful, and had made it a point to thank the public once you both were completely healed and given permission by Lady Kokomi to carry out your duties. She had been taking care of both of you tirelessly, and you had become a very good friend of hers in these 4 days, for you both were very much alike in many aspects. When the news of the attack had reached the Hiragi household, a very worried Chisato had immediately visited you along with Kujou Kamaji, who vowed to help you both in any way needed. It was honestly overwhelming how much love and support you both had been receiving, and you were eternally grateful for it.

Currently, you were seated in the garden area of the estate along with Ayato, enjoying a cup of tea with him. Your head rested against his shoulder sand you smiled as he placed soft kisses on your forehead every now and then. The peaceful silence was broken by Thoma, who approached you both accompanied by the Raiden Shogun and Yae miko. “My lord, My lady, Her Excellency and Lady Guuji have arrived to visit you both.” You and Ayato stood up, bowing in respect. “Almighty Shogun, Lady Guuji, it is an honour to have your presence at our humble estate.” You spoke softly, making Miko laugh while the shogun, to your surprise, smiled. “Oh child, drop the formalities, Ei and I are here to visit you both to check up on you, not stress you out!” You were flustered at her words, shaking your head. “Oh- your presence would never stress us out!” Taking pity on you, The Shogun smiled. “Oh don’t listen to Miko, she’s simply poking fun at you. But I agree, you can both relax, just call me Ei.”

Keeping your surprise concealed, both you and Ayato smiled, nodding at her words. “Well, how are your injuries doing? All those days ago when I had found you both in the forest, your conditions were critical.” “It is all thanks to your help that our lives were saved Almighty- I mean, Ei..we are also eternally grateful to Lady Kokomi, she has been tending to our wounds and making sure that we heal quickly.” Ayato spoke, while his arm was gently wrapped around your waist. Ei nodded at his words. “That is good to hear. I also noticed that there were two cryo avatars that looked just like Y/N. if my assumption is correct, it was her elemental power?” “Yes, I gained a vision that night while fighting alongside Ayato.” “Hm? Cryo avatars you say? My my, I would certainly like to see that. Y/N, be a dear and summon them again please.” You heard Yae’s amused voice say. “Of course.”

You took a few steps away from them, summoning your elemental ability. “Cryo Incarnate!” And everyone looked in awe as your two cryo avatars floated in front of you, each holding a spear. Not spotting any enemies, they bowed their heads to you, one standing with you and the other beside ayato in a protective stance. Ayato’s heart skipped a beat, realising that your power’s first instinct was to protect him. That realisation made him smile like a fool, admiring your cryo avatar. “Oh? I see that your avatars are holding a spear. Is that the weapon you use to fight?” Ei asked out of curiosity as you walked closer to them again. Nodding at her words sheepishly, you responded. “Ah, yes, although I only began learning a little over a month ago. My skills are nowhere near perfection, and there is much I still have to learn.”

“I will teach you.” Everyone was surprised at Ei’s words, especially you. “Oh my; I didn’t know you were taking classes in your free time Ei~” Miko’s sly voice teased, and in return she received a half hearted glare. “Miko.” The sly fox only giggled, pouting playfully. “Are you sure? I know as the archon you’re extremely busy..” Ei only smiled, chuckling. “Oh the shogun is busy, but I am not.” You and Ayato looked at each other, completely perplexed. “I’m afraid we don’t understand..” “Please keep what I’m about to say a secret. You see, the Raiden Shogun, whose voice is more harsh and authoritative, is a puppet I created to avoid erosion and seek eternity. I on the other hand, have placed my consciousness within her, which is a place you can enter upon my permission. My consciousness is called the plane of euthymia; where I exist independently. That is where I will train you, while the Shogun can carry on with her duties. I have chosen to train you because I see great potential in your abilities, and as the future wife of the Yashiro Commissioner, you must be strong so as to avoid any situation like this in the future. I am aware that Ayato is a skilled swordsman, and so I intend on making you a skilled polearm user.”

The cold autumn breeze blew through the streets of Inazuma City, and you watched as excited children ran around in glee, playing and catching the falling maple leaves. You smiled at the sight, noticing the lively markets brimming with customers, selling all kinds of delicacies and ornaments. As you walked towards your home, your mind was replaying your entire life, painting it like a beautiful scenery blossoming with colour. A year had passed by now, a year since you stepped foot into Inazuma city with your beloved, a year since you became the Yashiro Commissione’s fiancé, and a year since the Shogun had been training you. She had built a formidable fighter within this year; You. With her help, you had grown to be the fiercest fighter in Inazuma, after the Shogun of course. Your polearm skills were unmatchable by any and every human on this land, and you had gone as far as to even being able to easily defeat Ayato in a duel. Today was the day Ei told you that your training had been completed, and she was proud of you. She would never tell this to anyone, but deep down inside, you reminded her of her sister, Makoto. You both had formed a great friendship too, and you couldn’t be happier. Your life was perfect.

As you entered the Kamisato Estate, you frowned seeing it deserted. That’s strange, where was everyone? You walked further inside, worry filling your heart slowly but surely. “Ayato? Ayaka? Thoma? Where are all of you?” You then gasped softly as you felt someone backhug you, the nightlights on the ground turning on to reveal all your friends and loved ones. A deep soothing voice whispered in your ear like the finest melody of love you had ever heard “Happy Birthday my beloved.” A big smile adorned your face, brightening it up as you felt your heart melt. In front of you stood Ayaka, Thoma and Chisato, surrounding a table on which a beautiful cake was kept. You turned around to face the love of your life, your cheeks blushing pink as you hugged him. “Thank you so much!” He held you close, inhaling your sweet scent and pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “Come on Daarin, we have much planned for your special day.” You pulled back, giving him a grateful smile as you went to meet everyone else, your heart filled with joy beyond imagination.

Thoma and Ayaka had prepared a big feast together, while Ayato himself had decorated the house for you. You felt so loved and cherished, and if today was a dream; then you never wanted it to end. But you knew it wasn’t a dream, for meeting Ayato had made your wildest dreams turn into reality. There was once a time when you thought that you’d never be free, and then Ayato walked into your life, effortlessly changing it for the better. As the joyful evening progressed, everyone showered you with gifts, but of course, your beloved managed to outdo everyone else. Ayato walked towards you, holding a polearm in his hands. The moment you laid eyes on that weapon, you instantly felt connected to it. It was so delicately crafted, yet had a blade so sharp that it could cut through anything with a single slash. Ayato got on his knee in respect, shocking you and handed you the polearm. “This is my gift for you my beloved, a weapon I got made for you. It is made from the very material used in my sword, and in it, I have infused my own hydro powers. Our weapons are connected, just like us. You are the strongest fighter among us, and to honour you, I wished to gift you your own weapon, which will be summoned upon your command, and follow your movements effortlessly.”

You picked up the weapon, and the moment you did so, your cryo vision resonated with it, and you felt so powerful. It was the most beautiful weapon you had ever seen, elegant yet deadly just like you. Using your powers, you kept it away as the weapon turned into golden particles, and you hugged ayato tightly, feeling so much happiness.

Later that night, you sat on the bed, looking out the window while waiting for Ayato to change into comfortable clothes. “What is it that has occupied your mind my love?” You smiled hearing the familiar deep voice, making you stand up as you made your way over to him. “It is always you who occupies my mind Ayato.” He laughed softly, hugging you close to him, brushing your hair away from your face. “Is that so? Well I am glad, for you are always in my thoughts, in my mind and in my heart.” You blushed, cupping his cheek softly, caressing the mole on his face. “It feels so unreal at times..I cannot fathom how beautiful my life has become.” Ayato leans down, delicately kissing your lips, silencing all your thoughts with his simple action. “You deserve all the joy this world has to offer Daarin. You are so precious to me, and to all of Inazuma.”

Ayato pulls you even closer, resting his forehead against yours, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your waist. His next words were perhaps those that you had been silently waiting for since a long time, and they made your heart flutter. “Marry me my beloved. I cannot wait any longer, I wish to make you my wife. Let us not delay it anymore, let us wed and celebrate our union.” Ayato saw your eyes shine with happiness, your lips curving into the most beautiful smile, one that made his entire being light up in joy. It felt as if fireworks were set off in his world, filling it with beautiful lights. You hugged him, resting your head against his chest to listen to the calming melody of his beating heart.

“Yes, let us get married. I want to be yours.”

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Taiju Shiba Fluff - He is trying to redeem himself

Reader is female (I am just indulging myself here lol)

Warnings: violence, cursing, Taiju being aggressive against reader but not hitting her once, Taiju crying, Taiju questioning his faith

Time set: Just after the Christmas fight, Black Dragons Arc.

3rd Person POV.

Taiju walked slowly towards the church, his feet crushing the fresh snow with his weight.

His face was puzzled, he remembered how he lost that battle and how he was nothing, no siblings anymore, no gang, no anything. His permanent scowl scaring the old grandmas that were walking out of the church.

He almost cried when he stepped into the sacred place. His mind flying back to the previous night. He sat at the rows of benches and began to pray his heart out. He muttered to himself his prayers, while some tears were shed. “Oh God, why have you done this to me? I devoted myself to you and lost my family, my power and my gang” he prayed silently, his whole body moving while he tried to stop crying.

“Oh dear Lord, I can’t lose anything else, I will be nothing by then. Send me a signal, an angel that will come and save me. Help me, I want to redeem myself. I have been a sinner. I have not been a good sibling, I couldn’t even protect them. I haven’t been a good gang leader either. Please, Oh almighty God, hear my prayers!” He screamed that last part between tears. He was lucky he was the only person there.

He got up, whipping his tears angrily with his jacket. “He will never listen to my prayers, he isn’t there for me like I’ve been for him” he said, muttering to himself while he went out of the church.

He didn’t have a place to stay, so he went to a park to sit around and maybe look at the snowy sky.

His eyes were red and puffy, but with his other features painted by anger, nobody noticed. Until some girl did.

He sat at a bench in the park, throwing his head back as he looked at the sky and tried to keep his own tears in.

Some kids were playing there until they saw him and proceeded to run away. He huffed in annoyance. “Even kids hate me now” he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to compose himself.

“Hey, are you okay?” A sweet voice asked. He opened his eyes, to be greeted by a figure that was facing him. The light that was behind her made her look magical, angelical even. He shook his head bewildered.

“An angel, sent just for me” he thought his prayers had been heard. But soon the magic wore off when he saw it was a normal girl, just waiting patiently for him to respond if he was okay.

“Yeah, I’m okay, now fuck off!” He spat. She pursed her lips and sat down next to him. “The AUDACITY THIS BITCH HAS!?!?” Taiju thought.

“You don’t look okay, you are really bruised and your eyes are red. Have you been in a fight? Do you need me to get you to the hospital?” Concern painted the girl’s features as she looked at him with wide eyes.

“Again, I don’t need anything. I am just relaxing here, go away!” He said, his face getting a little red (anger and blush were guilty for it). “Do you know who I am?” He said, now towering a little bit over her to intimidate her.

“No” she simply responded, a little bit scared. “Aww she looks like a small mouse, so scared of a huge gigantic man like me” he laughed at her.

“I am not scared, whoever you may be” she tried to sound confident.

“ you should be scared of me!” He said, coming closer to her. She backed away a little bit. “Well, if you are going to be an asshole I’ll let you drown in your own thoughts. Bye, bye!” She moved away and got up.

He huffed as he sat back, until he reached for her wrist, gently stopping her. “Please, stay” he said, his voice suddenly small.

His tears threatened to fall again, his facade almost cracking. She noticed it and sat back. “Lord” Taiju thought “thank you for giving me a second chance in this life” he prayed, a small smile on his lips.

“Well, what has made you change your mind?” The girl was quick to ask. “You are the only person that doesn’t run away” he simply said, siting back.

She smiled “well, I am Y/n and you?” She held her hand out for him. “I am Taiju Shiba” he said, shaking her hand and seeing how perfectly her smaller and softer hand fitted on his own. He felt a soft blush creeping onto his face.

“Well, it is nice to meet you Taiju and Merry Christmas” she said, suddenly her phone rang. “Oh it’s my mother, I’ve got to go. See you around Shiba-kun!” She smiled softly at him before getting up and walking away.

He nodded his head and looked down at his hand, tracing with his eyes every curve her fingers had touched. He sat back now laughing a little bit. “You surely sent me your best angel, pal” he laughed looking at the sky.

Hakkai and Mitsuya were walking towards the Toman meeting when they saw Taiju there with the girl and when she left they saw how happy he looked.

“I will redeem myself, just to keep this girl as my friend!” He got up in one jump that scared both teenagers. Hakkai looked at Mitsuya bewildered and he gave him back the same look.

“TAIJU SHIBA WILL TRY TO REDEEM HIMSELF?!?!?!” They both thought, watching him walk away.

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