#TES/TOS AU

[archersartcorner]

References & notes for the main trio in the TES/TOS AU :-) yippee!

[mcytblraufest]

MCYTBLR AU Fest: General Rules and FAQ

TIMELINE: 

May 4: Discord opens at 0:00, Artist creation starts. May 30-31: Artists with a finished piece of Art can sign up, submitting their work for claims. May 31: Artist creation period ends at midnight. June 2-4: Writers can claim art and be assigned to Teams. June 6-7: Writers who wish to be assigned a Beta Reader can sign up (this is optional) June 9-10: Beta Writers can claim writers/art and be assigned to Teams June 29-30: Check-in #1 July 13-14: Check-in #2 July 26: Writer creation period ends at midnight. Unless you have an extension, you must be fully ready to post at this point. July 27: Posting period begins at 0:00 August 2: Extension period ends. Unless you are a pinch hitter, you must be fully ready to post at this point. August 9: Posting Period ends. All work must be completely posted by midnight.

ABOUT:

MCYTBLR AU Fest is a mini reverse-big-bang event where artists and writers work together in teams to make stories and art inspired by MCYT and set in an Alternate Universe.

EXPECTATION: 

Artists must make a completed Art piece. Writers must deliver a story of at least 5k words, inspired by the art they signed up for. Dark or triggering topics or themes must be tagged for.

RULES:

You must be a member of the discord, for team matching.

Because of Tumblr, Ao3 and Discord TOS, you must be 13 to participate.

Respect your fellow participants, even when you disagree on fandom matters

You agree to work together with your teammate(s) to make a piece of art and a fic together, and link to each other's works.

All works must be MCYT-centric and set in an AU— no canon-compliance. 

No AI-Generated content.

LINKS:

Discord: Here Ao3 Collection: Here

FAQ:

What is MCYTBLR AU Fest? MCYTBLR AU Fest is a reverse minibang-type event where writers and artists come together to create fanworks centred on MCYT and set in an alternate universe from canon.

How does it work? Artists will have a month to complete an art piece. After a month, once the art is complete, they will submit the art, with information about server, characters, relationships, and any warnings they are opting into, which will be posted anonymously for writers to view and claim, first-come-first-serve. Teams are assigned by mods, and then writers will have two months of creation time to make a pice inspired by the work (minimum 5k words).

What type of MCYT is included? We welcome creations based on any SMP, whether or not they have a canon tag on Ao3. Mianite, DSMP, QSMP, Hermitcraft, 3rd Life, Lifesteal, Witchcraft SMP— it’s all welcome. 

Can I join if my Art is a Game/Web Weave? We welcome all types of art— web weave, game, traditional art, original songs, videos, etc. While the list is not exhaustive, we have outlined some of the baseline expectations for an art piece below.

What are the requirements for art? It is difficult to define precise expectations for art pieces, especially given the broad realm of things that could count as art. We are primarily looking for art that is complete to a level that you would normally post as "finished", ready to inspire a fic piece of 5k or more, containing an audio or visual component beyond the confines of the written word, that does not take more than an hour to consume. While you will have the opportunity to include your understanding of the world in things such as if the relationships depicted are romantic or not, the art piece must stand alone without explanatory text or extra worldbuilding.

The defined requirements for different forms of art are:

Digital or Traditional art: one piece, completed to whatever you would normally post as "finished", ready to inspire a fanfic.

Web Weaves: a web weave of at least ten elements, original or properly credited.

Video/animatic: a video at least 30 seconds long.

Other Art Form: other art forms such as fan games or original songs would fall under this category. If you wanted to sign up with an Other art form, you need to contact the mod team and work out what minimum expectations would be for your art.

Is shipping allowed? Yes. Because there is no broad fandom-wide consensus about how Creator boundaries are to be enforced in specific cases (whether it's okay to write beeduo as /r or /p is an obvious one, or whether it’s permitted to ship Joel Smallishbeans) or between specific fandoms (Lifesteal approach to shipping and boundaries is different from HBG is different from DSMP), the mods will not be policing any specific understanding of boundaries across the event. The event's motivating ethos is Don't Like Don't Read, in that artists will be able to specify for themselves if a given relationship is to be interpreted as romantic or platonic, and writers will choose to opt into that, and NSFW will have to be specifically opted into on both sides.

Is NSFW allowed? Yes. NSFW works are allowed, but must be opted into, both in terms of viewing art and in terms of creating fic. No one under 18 is permitted to opt into NSFW and attempts to do so will be grounds for a ban from this event and anywhere else the mod team touches. For the comfort of the greatest number of participants, and to conform with Tumblr TOS, anything with the tags Underage or Incest will not be permitted to be part of the event. 

Are major archive warnings (noncon/graphic depictions of violence/MCD) allowed? Aside from the content rules governing NSFW (no underage or incest, for the comfort of the greatest number of participants), major archive warnings are allowed. Depictions of real life horrors such as genocide and slavery are not-uncommon motifs in MCYT fics, and the mod team is not interested in legislating which types of horrors, griefs or abuses are inherently worse than others and are therefore off-limits. Because holding writing to a quality standard or saying only survivors can write atrocities is unworkable from a moderation standpoint, the three mentioned major archive warnings (MCD, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Noncon), are permitted to be included.

However, Major Archive Warnings must be explicitly opted into by the artist, and writers are free to not include Major Archive Warnings that their artist has permitted. Delivering un-asked for major archive warnings is grounds for a ban from this event. The mod team reserves the right to warn other mod teams on both the MCYT and Multi-fandom side about your bad behaviour.

What kind of an information will I provide as an Artist? How long or detailed? Artists will be able to specify

the server their art takes place on

the characters in the work

whether the relationships in the work are romantic, platonic, or could be interpreted either way

if they are okay with NSFW work

what age group of people they are okay working with

the type of AU it is

any content warnings present in the work already (i.e. gore, eyestrain, child death)

if the work is nsfw

any major archive warnings they are okay with happening in the story

common fandom themes and/or triggering content that they are okay with happening in the story.

A DNW

What sort of fandom themes will I specify? While this will not be an exhaustive list of every possible triggering concept, the mods want artists to be able to specify if they are okay with dynamics that circulate in the fandom that may be triggering or people simply may have strong opinions on, and for writers to be able to sort by that. Some of the themes include domestic abuse, alcoholism, family dynamics, pregnancy, dubcon, torture, body horror, dehumanization, child death, non-consensual touching, drugging, etc.

What is a DNW?

Artists will have the opportunity to fill out a DNW, which stands for Do Not Want. This is anything that has the potential to ruin a fic for you, and is where you opt out of content that would trigger, squick, or just render the gift unreadable for you. DNWs must be phrased politely, (so no "No foster aus because they suck and you suck if you like them"), and they must be reasonable, (so no "no blood/injury" if the art depicted shows injury, and no attempting to box someone into a specific gift beyond what is depicted in the art, so no "dnw anything that isn't a modern au where scar is a theatre teacher and grian is a biology teacher and they live in a city named hermitopia and grian has a situationship with mumbo and scarian has a rivalry at a coffee shop for the half-price muffins and jellie has psychic powers she's manipulating the muffin market with" if that is not clear from the art), and they must be specific and clear, (so no “no triggering content"), but they can be as petty (disliking 1st person) or as broad-reaching (no modern aus, no specific ships not depicted, no crossovers with specific servers or fics) as you like. Deliberately breaking someone's DNW is grounds for a ban from the exchange. 

Is Dark/Violent content allowed? As long as it is something that the artist has not opted out of, yes. For many of us, the source material that originally drew us to the fandom includes major character death, torture, murder-for-hire, death games, public executions, child death and more. The fanfiction that arose from the source material follows in that trend. We will allow dark content to be part of the event, but it must be tagged for. 

We also ask that participants use best judgement in delivering commonly triggering topics un-asked for. We reserve the right to ban people at mod's discretion for delivering unrequested triggering content, under the "do not be an asshole" rule.

Moreover, if your fic is rated E for any reason, (including violence or gore) your entire team must be 18+.

How can I get involved? You can participate in this event as a:

Author

Artist

Pinch Hitter

Beta Reader

You can even sign up for multiple roles, as long as you’re very sure you can make your deadlines!

What is a Pinch Hitter? A pinch hitter is a person who saves the day and steps in when the original creator is unable to deliver their work for whatever reason, making a new work on an accelerated timeline. You must reach the minimum word count of 5k. . 

When do I have to join the discord? You have the option to join the dicord and hang out as soon as creation starts on May 4, and if you are an artist, you must join before sign-ups close on May 31. If you are a writer, you must join the discord before claims begin on June 1st. If you are a Beta Reader, we'd ask that you join before claims begin on June 9th.

How does team assignment/claims work? We will release a document with all the art pieces linked in it, and 24 hours afterwards we will release a sign-up form. Writers will be expected to list out out a top-five of artists they want to work with, and mods will match writers with art on a first-come-first-served basis.

How does Beta Reader assignment work? Shortly after writer sign-ups end, writers who wish to sign up for Beta Readers will be able to do so. In a similar way to how writers claimed art, beta readers will be given a list of summaries and then, 24 hours later, will be able to submit a short list of fics they want to help work on. Beta readers will be assigned on a first-come, first-served basis.

What happens if there are more artists than authors, or more authors than artists? If there are more writers, some artists will be assigned multiple writers. If there are more artists, we will put in place a question where writers can specify that they’d be willing to make multiple pieces, and a (hopefully small) number of writers would be assigned multiple teams. 

What if all the artists I list have already been assigned? If every artist you wish to opt into has already been assigned, mods will contact you and ask if you wish to be matched to people who have not yet been claimed. You will then be able to choose if you wish to claim other teams, or wait and hope that there will be more writers than artists, and multiple writers on a team will be opened up. If that happens, you can re-submit your list and be assigned as a writer to one of your original artists.

I’m in [insert time zone here]. What if I’m not awake when claims open? There will be a spot to input your time zone in the discord. Mods will try to open the claims at a time that works for as many writers as possible. The art pieces will also be available for 24 hours before claims so that everyone can view them and pick out the ones that are the most interesting to them. We will aim for claims to open between 7 a.m. and 1 a.m. for as many writers as possible across all time zones. If claims fall outside that zone for you, you’ll be able to contact a mod and we’ll work out an alternative method for claims for you. 

I don’t know what time zone I’m in? Go to timeanddate.com and enter the nearest major city, and it will tell you your current time zone.

What’s a check-in and how do they work? Check-ins are there to make sure everyone is on track to finish their piece in time, and to communicate any issues with the mods! If you know that you won’t be able to check in on a specific date (lack of internet, etc), please contact the mods in advance.

How long should my fic be? The minimum word count is 5,000 words! There is no maximum word count, but we ask you to be mindful of how much you can actually create in these two months. 

If I wrote a multi-chapter work, do I have to have it all posted by the end of Posting Period? You must post your work in its entirety by the end of the two-week posting period.

What does AU mean in this context? AU stands for Alternate Universe and in this case means anything that would make the work not able to be tagged as canon compliant. Alternate endings, role reversals, complete setting or plot swaps, and crossovers all count. As this is a fest specifically to celebrate AUs, we ask that the AU be a significant and celebrated part of the work, not something that could be skipped if you aren’t paying attention. 

Can I create two fics for my artist? Absolutely! There is no maximum for number of fics you want to create, but again, be mindful of not biting off more than you can chew two months of creation time.  Can I post just the first chapter of a longer fic/Can I use AI to help me with my piece? All fics must be complete (no missing chapters or truncated scenes) and created specifically for this event, inspired by the art claimed at the beginning of the creation period. Writers and Artists must create their work themself. Works may not be wholly or partially created by generative text or art programs (so-called "AI") such as chatGPT or OpenArt.ai. Works may not be wholly or partially duplicated from other works, and may not contain substantial repeated material included in an effort to boost word count (such as paragraphs or comics panels that are copied with minor variations).

Can I sign up with two pieces of art? You are welcome to sign up as part of the fest with multiple art pieces. However, if you do so, we will ask that you prioritize which art piece you want to be matched on first, and you will only receive a match to your secondary art piece after everyone else has an writer. We’re going to proritize every particpant getting a team before we prioritize every art piece getting a team.

Can I sign up with a multi-piece art piece? If you want to sign up with a web weave that features multiple panels, a long video, a long comic, a series of connected art pieces, a song cycle, or any other more complex/more ornate work, you are welcome to. We just ask that you make sure you can complete your art piece during the month of artist creation time, and keep in mind that if your piece is sufficiently complex, that might restrict the writers who are able to sign up for your piece. But if you think you can pull it off, then go for it.

Can I sign up with a writing buddy— as part of a collab team? You are welcome to sign up as a collaborative team, either an art team or a writing team! We ask that you make sure you work together well, and when you sign up for an team, you must declare that you’re a duo, so people know that they’ll be getting multiple team members and not one. 

Can I submit an art piece that is part of a larger AU? All art pieces must stand alone, so you can't have it that your writer has to consider other art pieces to make a work. The art must also be made specifically for the event. We ask that you not submit an art piece that was made prior to the event, or one that is part of an au you've posted about so often that it will effectively de-anon you. Brainstorming or sketching early is fine.

Once my art piece is done, when can I post it? Art and fic should be posted together, during the Posting Period at the beginning of August. Once you have your art done, you'll have to hold onto it for another two months, while your writer is working.

What if I need to drop out? It is your responsibility to communicate with us if you need to drop out of the event for any reason, and we do need that communication. We know that life is no respecter of fic and art deadlines, so no hard feelings if something happens. However, we would hate for any artist to end up having no fic for their art, so please think about this if you are thinking of dropping out close to reveals. Dropping out after the last check-in without informing the mods will result in not being permitted to take part in further events run by this mod team.

I have a question not answered here? Send us an ask on tumblr, contact @antimony-medusa on tumblr or discord!

[cupcakeinat0r]

Broadway Baby ch. 3

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: Today is your first lesson… and we’re not talking abt the piano lesson you give Gabriella…

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, squirting, mirror sex?, p in v, losing ur V card, unprotected (wrap it n tap it pls), nipple play

Tags: Sugar Daddy AU, Age gap, Soft dom! Miguel, Sub!Reader, reader is a Latina mami (written by a Latina <3), Miguel is a horny dilf (girl dinnerrr), and accurate Spanish translations <3

Word count: 5.7k

Ch. 2

Note: I do use the word ‘small’ but this is not in regard to reader’s appearance, simply a comparison to Miguel’s height :) <3

I promised y’all toe curling smut so I hope I delivered!!! Enjoy!!

That morning, you woke up earlier than normal because you wanted to make sure you showed up to Miguel’s house flawless.

You did your hair, you painted your nails, you moisturized your entire body, did your skin care regimen, and you meticulously did your makeup, hell, you even gua sha’d your face beforehand; a secret Santa gift from a year ago, never taken out of its box until now. It was your nerves to blame for your over-thorough preparation.

For your outfit, you settled on a knitted dress which hugged your body from top to just above the knees paired with a matching cropped cardigan and some close-toed heels. Cute yet professional.

On the way to Miguel’s place, you look over your little lesson planner you created the night before; something to go by as you teach Gabriella. You’ve never taught anyone in your life, let alone a child, but you were looking forward to it. You were technically helping raise the next generation of artists, and that made you feel excited about this opportunity.

Once you get to the location sent by Miguel, you look up to see a house that very much lives up to what you expected Miguel to live in. It was modern with clean and sharp edges. You were having to lean your head back it was so big, your eyes wide as you imagine the pricing on this real estate.

You take in a deep breath, ringing the doorbell.

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Miguel’s morning was just as hectic.

Just like you, he wanted to make sure he looked good for you. He chose an outfit he thought you would really like. He shaved his face (even though you liked his scruff), fixed his hair, and put on the nicest cologne he owned.

He went as far as preparing a breakfast so that you had something to eat before or after your lesson with Gabriella.

Miguel, standing in the middle of his living room, looked around the house, making sure everything was presentable and clean for you.

“Gabri, casi listo (almost ready)? Your teacher’s gonna be here soon!” He calls from the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, papa, almost done!” She calls back.

Miguel then goes to his phone when he hears a notification.

Omw!! Just got in the car!

Great 👍

And what is omw?

It means ‘On My Way’!

Oh LOL 😂 Getting

too for old this I guess👴🏾

Jajajaja ay, no pa tanto,

(Not so much) you know What they say,

32 is the new 22!

Jajaja you’re too sweet.❤️

Bueno, te veo pronto.😌

( Well, see you soon.)

See you soon!!! So excited

to meet her!!!

Miguel reads the last text with a soft smile. You truly were just the sweetest human being he’s ever witnessed. Sometimes, he just wanted to cup your face and smother you in kisses. Or smother his face between those plush thighs of yours. Either way, he’d be a happy man.

He’ll be able to give into those fantasies. Soon.

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You stand on his doorstep, waiting after you rung the doorbell. Your heart drops as you hear the door unlocking.

It’s just Miguel. The man of your dreams, but he’s just a guy. Chill out.

When the door opens, there he is, standing 6 foot 9 inches, a beautiful latin man, clean shaven, wearing a compression shirt, gray sweats, some house slippers, and smells of teakwood and vanilla. He opens the door wide open, giving you his signature smile. “Morning, beautiful. Ven, ven.” (Come in, come in) he says, ushering you inside his home.

You always forget how actually beautiful he is until you see him in person. You swallow down hard as you look up at him and offer him a tight smile as you step inside. You can already feel your cunt flutter and a sticky warmth form in your underwear at just the sight of him as you step inside, stealing a glance at his ripped body underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. And those sweats were a size too small on him. Damn him.

Miguel was no better. When he opened that door and saw you, smaller than him and wearing a dress that accentuated your waist and ass, cleavage teasing him through the neckline and cardigan, his breath hitched. He had to hide his arousal with a smile, but goddamn, you looked delicious. If you weren’t here to teach his daughter how to play piano on her 7th birthday, he would’ve pulled you inside the house, bunched your dress above your tits, thrown you onto the sofa and fucked you missionary style until you were a panting mess.

“So How was the ride here, sweetie? Were you comfortable? Can I get you anything to drink? Agua, jugo de china…?” (Water, orange juice) He starts the conversation as you both step into the living room, his hand on the small of your back.

You chuckle at Miguel’s thoughtful questioning. “Don’t worry, it was very nice, and thank you so much for doing that, you didn’t need to!”

“Oh, please, I wasn’t gonna let you pay for an Uber to my house. And the subway was out of the question. Pretty girls like you don’t belong there, anyway.” He smirks, which makes you blush in return. “Muchas gracias, Miguel. I may actually do that glass of water, please.” As soon as you ask for it, Miguel is already in the kitchen fixing you the drink.

“Here you go, sweetie. I also made some breakfast, so please, help yourself. ” You blush at the name, taking the glass from him. “Thank you, this all looks so delicious! I’ll probably eat after the lesson. You look comfy, by the way!” You compliment Miguel before taking a sip. He smiles, looking down at his outfit before responding, “You could say that. I’m working from home, so no suit today. As for you, you look beautiful, but that’s old news.” He flirts before taking a sip of his own glass of water. You smile as your gaze retreats to the cup in your hands, “Oh, stop it, you’re too much.”

“What? I’m just telling the truth.” He says with a shrug and his brows furrowed. You can practically feel his eyes grazing over your body. Miguel loves the way you blush at his advances; practically lives off of it, your cute little bashful self. You look up to give him a smile, looking to change the subject or else you’ll become the color of a tomato.

“So where’s the birthday girl?” You set the glass down on the counter top, Miguel leaning against it on the other side. “She should be coming down any minute now. She’s been going through the roof about these lessons, but she doesn’t know that you’re teaching them, so you’ll be the surprise.” Your mouth drops in awe, your hand going up to touch your chest, “aw, oh my goodness, that just made me even more excited! Ugh, I’m a huge fan of hers already. ” Your smile is wide enough that your dimples become visible, Miguel taking note of them and wondering how you can be so hot and adorable at the same time. Miguel starts to lean closer toward you over the counter.

“Well, she’s a huge fan of yours,” Miguel says, getting even closer to you as he props himself on his elbows, his muscles on full display as he looks at you with a flirtatious gaze, “and I don’t blame her.” His words make your smile fall slightly as your eyes go down to those tempting lips, your insides crying for you to just lean over and kiss them. Miguel’s eyes follow yours, something primal unleashing in him when he sees your lips part. Then you hear the patter of small feet rushing down the stairs, the two of you looking at Gabriella as she comes down.

“Papa, is she here yet-“, her face drops when she sees you in the kitchen. Her idol was in her home. “Feliz cumpleaños, Gabriella!” (Happy Bday) You say, reaching your arms out when you see run up to you. She hugs you, her cheek pressed against your stomach as she squeals, then she looks up, “You’re gonna be my teacher?!” “That’s right, and we’re gonna have so much fun!” Your response makes her jump with joy. “This is the best birthday ever!!!”

Miguel looks at the two of you with a grin before speaking, “She’s gonna teach you piano today, mija, so listen carefully and follow her instructions, you hear me?” “Yes, papa! C’mon, papa got me a big piano yesterday for us to use!” She says, your hand in hers as she leads you through the house and into a smaller room. You shoot Miguel a giddy smile before being pulled away by the seven old.

“Do you have a piano like this?” She exclaims, sitting up on the bench of the piano. You place the lesson planner on a nearby table and sit next to her. “Oh, well, I’ve never actually had my own piano. I always played with pianos that belonged to my teachers or the theater.” You respond.

“Oh. You can play with mine anytime you want, then!” She says with a toothy smile. You giggle at her adorable generosity in return, “Thank you, mamita, I appreciate it.” Miguel leans against the doorframe watching you two talk to each other a little more and he’s living for how happy Gabriella is to be with you. Sure, she was daddy’s girl, and loved him to death as any spoiled little girl would, but he’s never seen her like this. She was usually so shy with people but with you, Gabriella was an open book.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two ladies to it, then. If you need me, I’ll be in the study.” He says, closing the glass door behind him.

“Okay, ready?” “Ready!” Gabriella says, and with that, the lesson had started. “Tell me everything you know about the Piano, mama.”

“Ummm…”, her eyes travel across the black and white keys. “In music class, Mrs. Smith showed us how to read music!” You perk up in surprise. ���Awesome! So, let’s see… if I pressed this key, do you know what letter this is?” You say, pressing the middle white key. “Oh! Um, um, that’s a… C?” “Yes! Oh my goodness, you’re such a smart girl! Do you know what this one is?” “Uh… G!” “Right again!” You joyfully laugh at your young pupil’s intelligence.

“I only know these ones though, I dunno the black ones.” She says, discouraged. “Oh, don’t you worry, mamita, I’ll show you. By the end of today, you’ll be a pro at these black keys! Watch…”, then you use your right hand, gently pressing the keys to explain to her their assigned letters. Miguel is able to take a peek into the piano room from his study, occasionally peering over his computer with a smile. You were the cutest lil teacher for his daughter.

He wasn’t getting any work done, too busy admiring your patience and gentleness with Gabriella anytime she wasn’t able to get something right. You were so encouraging and uplifting, and that’s exactly what Gabri needs. It’s what Miguel was looking for in a partner. You were beautiful. You were kind. You were intelligent and strong. All those things were bonuses, but this right here, what you were doing in that piano room, was what set you apart. This wasn’t just physical attraction anymore. He was falling deeply for you. He needed you.

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There was about 15 minutes left in your hour lesson with Gabri when she asks, “May I use the restroom?”

“Of course, mama, you don’t ever need to ask that! I’ll be right here waiting.” You say warmly as she hops off the bench and leaves. You’re left alone with the most beautiful piano sitting in front of you, and your hands itch to play on it. Not able to fight back the urge, you begin to play some Debussy.

Nose deep in his work, Miguel’s head bobs up from the sea of papers in front of him when he hears the melody. The corners of his mouth lift, and he walks toward the piano room. He sees you playing through the open door, watching as you get lost in the music. Still playing, you take a quick glance to the side, feeling as though someone was at the entrance of the room, finding that you were right. You stop playing and pat at the bit of open bench next to you.

“Wanna learn?” You wholesomely prompt, but he chuckles, shaking his head in apprehension. “I’d rather not, I wouldn’t understand a single thing.” “Ay, no seas asi (don’t be like that). C’mon, let me show you at least a little bit! Please?” You plead, tilting your head to the side as you persuade Miguel, and it works. With a sigh, he sat down on the bench, straddling it so that he’s facing you.

You immediately regret the decision when you can feel his large body just mere inches from your much smaller stature. You clear your throat, “The song I was playing just now was in the key of D flat Major, meaning I only press these keys…” you start explaining the music to Miguel, but he’s completely lost in how your lips move, the way your voice sounds like honey, how your eyes look from the piano and back up to him. You begin to crack under his intense gaze.

He isn’t getting a single word of this.

You knew he wasn’t really listening, but you kept talking about the song anyway, scared of giving into his seductive look. He was so close to you right now. He was all up in your business. You were quivering from the tension in the air, your only refuge being all 88 of the keys in front of you. Due to your nervousness, your voice had grown softer, slightly wavering. You swallow down before rambling on, “and, um, this here is a… is a harmonic scale…and, uh….”

Miguel sees your hand tremble as it hovers over the piano. He then grabs it lovingly. You stop talking, your nerves easing from the warmth of his hand. His thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand reassuringly, his hand completely engulfing yours. With the palm of his hand against the back of yours, he intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing it up to his face.

“So soft…”

he whispers, breathing in your scent as he places a kiss on the palm of your hand, making a small smack when he pulls away. “So sweet…” He then slowly brings his mouth to your neck, your skin prickling with every brush of his breath. “Miguel…” you murmur when you feel his lips and tongue suck at the flesh of your neck, the low vibrations of his voice against your skin sending shivers down your body.

He moves up to the shell of your ear, whispering with strain, as if he’s been holding this back for far too long, “You drive me crazy, you know that? sabes cuanto te necesito?” (you know how much I need you?). He puts his head back into the crook of your neck, planting small kisses there and his hands wrapping around your waist, squeezing the clothed flesh. As Miguel’s touches become fervid, you let out a small moan, trying to use your hands to stop him, “ay, M-Miguel, no puedo (I can’t), what if Gabriella-“

“por favor, cariño, (please, sweetie) I can’t… Mm… I can’t wait…Mngh… any longer, bebe…(baby)” he begs in between kisses that make their way up your jaw and to your cheek. He completely wraps his ginormous arms around you, his fragile doll, caged by his burly build.

“I need you so badly, sweetheart.” He coos breathlessly, brows knitted as he pouts like a lovesick puppy.

When he’s about to kiss you on your lips, he stops to drink in your face. Your lips pouted and parted. His eyes, the color of sweet, dark wine, looking down at them, imagining how soft they’ll feel in about a second… or how they would feel wrapped around his massive dick. One of his hands cups your face, the other wrapped around your waist to pull you in even closer to press against his thick, toned body. You look up at him with those same big, round, doe eyes; that same innocent look that never fails to make his dick throb. You don’t look down at it (as much as you wanted to, but you were occupied by his now even more plump and wet lips), but you can feel it against the side of your thigh… and he’s big.

“So pretty for me…,” his thumb swipes at your bottom lip, “You’re so good… so fucking perfect… fuck, c’mere-“ he hungrily smashes his face against yours, lips entangled, his tongue probing at your entrance before you eagerly let him in. You snake your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. What began as a sweet, tender kiss quickly turns into a heated one, the room filled with the smack of y’all’s lips and soft sighs of pleasure. His hold on you tightens with each pleasured whimper you send into his mouth, his own growls and tongue going down your throat and igniting the heat between your legs. You feel the warmth of his hand on your cheek leave, returning on your inner thigh after he lifts your dress, his hand going up higher and higher…

Your make-out session was cut short by the sound of a distant sink being turned on. Must’ve been Gabriella washing her hands, which means she would be walking back in here any second now.

You both pulled away hurriedly, having to catch y’all’s breaths and fix yourselves. Miguel stood up from the bench, a shit eating grin on his face as he looked at how hot and bothered you became. “perdón, hermosa (sorry, beautiful), just can’t control myself around you,” he leans down to catch you in one last, tongue-eating kiss, pulling back with a big pop!, “Let me know when you two are done, yea?” He whispers again, and you nod at him, your eyes still hooded and lips bruised from his kisses. After he kisses your forehead, you watch him leave the room at the same time Gabriella comes in.

“I’m back!… Are you ok, Miss. y/n?” She says, her cute face contorted in genuine concern.

“Oh! Uh,” you say, fixing your hair and finally catching your breath, ”I’m fine, mamita! Never been better… So where were we?”

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“Aww, do you have to leave now?” Gabriella pouts. You brush a strand of hair behind her ear when you bend over to face her, the three of you standing in the living room near the front door.

“I’m sorry, mama, but I have to. We’ll have another lesson tomorrow!” You say softly, trying to make her feel better.

“Yea, but… but… I like being with you a lot.” You could’ve exploded from the cuteness overload. You felt so bad for leaving her, especially on her birthday.

“Say what… I have to be in the theater in a couple hours to get to my curtain call, however… I coulddd give a certain birthday girl a private tour of the stage…” you tap your chin and act mysterious.

Gabriella gasps, her mouth agape, “You can do that?!” You laugh at her shocked expression. “If your papa is okay with it?” You say, looking up at Miguel. “That would be great. What do we say, Gabri?” “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!” She hugs you, you embracing her tiny form. “You’re so very welcome, mama, I’ll see you tonight then, okay?” You cup her face when she looks up at you.

“Okay! I’m gonna go pick my outfit! I’m so excited! I can’t believe I get to see the show again!” She says, pulling away and running up the stairs. You stand back up, smiling at Miguel. Miguel looks at the top of the stairs to wait for Gabriella to be in her room until he walks up to you, placing his hands on your hips. “That was very generous of you, sweetie, but you’re already doing so much for her by giving her these lessons.” He says, his hand under your chin, his thumb caressing it.

“Well, the lessons are your birthday present to her, so this is my present to her.” You say cheerily. “Thank you for the food, by the way, it was all delicious. Not as good as my cooking, pero… casi casi (but almost),” you say half jokingly. Miguel lets out a chuckle, “Oh, I’m taking that as a challenge. I’ll have to try it to believe it.”

“Someday you will.” “I look forward to it, hermosa,” he winks at you as he opens the door. “See you later then, cariño (honey).”

He’s confused as he watches you give him a small wave and take one step outside, but you’re stopped when he grabs your hand, turning you back toward him.

“You didn’t think you were leaving without a goodbye kiss, did you?” He pulls you back into him, wrapping his arms around you once more and placing his lips on yours. This one was much more sweet and tender compared to the ones shared in the piano room. Fireworks went off in your head, along with the smell of his after shave still lingering. “There. Now you can go.” You giggle as he gives your butt a light squeeze, “See you later, Miguel.”

Miguel watches with gratification as you walk into the car he had ordered for you. Now he was the one who couldn’t get his eyes off your ass. You sit in the car practically glowing from what had just happened.

That wasn’t too bad for your first kiss. Well, kisses, to be exact.

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The show went as programmed, another successful performance for the books. Once you entered your dressing room, you found a gigantic bouquet of flowers and a box.

Hmm, I Wonder who sent them.

In the middle of appreciating the flowers, you hear a knock on your door.

“Just a second!” You fix yourself in the mirror suspecting who it was, patting a napkin on your face as to take off any performance sweat and reapplying perfume.

You go to open the door to find Miguel, “Good Evening, Mr. O’Hara.” “Good evening, y/n. Mind if I come in for a moment?” You two play the parts of patron and cast member convincingly, holding back mischievous smiles as other crew and cast members hurry by for the resetting of the stage and whatnot.

Miguel steps in, and you close the door behind him. While you’re locking the door, he grabs you by the waist, you squeal in surprise.

“You did so good up there, baby,” he wraps his arms around you, your back against his torso, smothering you in kisses anywhere he could get his lips on, “eres tan chula,” smack!, “tan talentosa,” smack!, “Mm, y tan deliciosa”, smack! You break out into a fit of giggles. (So pretty, so talented, and so delicious)

You reach your hands up to his face, running your fingers through his silver fox hair, “gracias… y Gabriella?” (Thank you, and Gabriella?).

“She’s with her grandmother. I invited her to come with us since it’s Gabi’s birthday. You like your present?” He motions at the box. “Oh! I didn’t even get a chance to open it!” He frees you from his grasp to let you grab the box, and you open it. Your mouth drops.

“Miguel, this is…” your face goes from surprise to worry, ”ay dios mio, (oh my god) how much was-“ “Shh, don’t worry about that, princesa. Ven, (come) lemme put it on you.” You give him a scowl before turning around and letting him put it on.

You had to admit, this diamond necklace did look gorgeous on you. You tried to not think about what quadruple-digit number he spent getting you this. You both stand in front of the vanity mirror.

“Look how pretty my girl is,” his voice drips with seduction, his hands falling down your body. His lips find your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. You get goosebumps from the way he calls you ‘my girl’. You sigh as his lips work their magic. He sits down on the velvety stool behind him, pulling you down with him, “Don’t even lift a muscle, sweetheart, just sit there n look pretty for me.”

You let out a small yelp when he lifts your legs, using his own to spread them. You can feel himself harden against your lower back, the sensation instantly making you wet. One of his hands steadies you on his lap, the other one palming your now pulsating cunt, clothed by a pair of booty shorts and fishnets. His hand snakes into them, finding your wet and gushy pussy. He finds your throbbing clit, rubbing tiny circles on it. You bite your lip, holding back moans. “Aw, mi nena tan chula is so sensitive” (my pretty girl), Desperate for his touch, you grind against his hand, your mouth falling open and hands squeezing onto his thick thighs for dear life. “Coño, mami… so ready for me, aren’t you? Hm? Toda mojada para mi? (All wet for me?)”, Miguel slides the shorts down your legs, and using both hands, he rips a hole in the fishnets so that he can have a first-class view of your 5-star pussy, the mirror showing a leak of arousal flowing down your entrance and onto his pants, causing you to whine.

“Awww fuck, it’s even prettier than I thought.” He breathlessly growls in your ear, his middle and ring finger finding your clit again.

“Ay, M-Miguel, yes, Ungh~ feel s- s’good,” you try to form a sentence, but it’s difficult with the way Miguel’s calloused, thick fingers rub against your womanhood, his other hand playing with your nipple. He gently plays with the erected nipple between his index and thumb, occasionally pulling it and rubbing it, sending yummy jolts down to your pussy.

He then inserts the two fingers, feeling around your walls and going in and out, “Gotta get my pretty girl ready for my cock, hm? Don’t wanna hurt her, oh nooo.” He coos, kissing his teeth with a ‘tsk tsk tsk’.

Miguel sees your hips stuttering against his fingers, taking that you’re close. His dick is already leaking from how much your hips were moving against it. There’s no doubt there’s a wet spot on his pants. He quickens his speed, your juices beginning to squirt out from your drenched cunt, droplets landing on the mirror before you.

“Ay, Miguel! Oh my god!” You whine out, head falling back on his shoulder. Miguel lets out a sigh as you squirt out your climax, rubbing your clit side to side as it sprays. Once you finish, he displays his hand in front of you, which glistens under the vanity lights, “mira mami, look what a mess you made… fuck.” (Look, mami)

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ “Aw, sweet heart, you’re so cute… no necesitas disculparte (no need to apologize), I love that you can do that,” he purrs into your ear as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them, tasting them.

“Mm, Sabes tan dulce…” (you taste so sweet).

He gently picks you up and sits you on the vanity. As much as he wanted to go to town on your pussy and feast until he drank up every drop, his dick was basically hurting, that’s how much it ached to be inside you.

Your gaze follows the sound of a zip! And your eyes widen at the sight. Miguel bunches his briefs right under his heavy balls, a long, thick, angry cock springing against his happy trail. He sees your obvious concern, bringing a hand to your face.

“Everything alright?” He looks at you, brows knitted together and his voice is soft.

“Yes, it’s just… this is my first time.” You nervously chuckle.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, “please know it’s okay to not be ready. I want you to be comfortable.” He places a kiss on your forehead. You look up at him, using those doe eyes of yours on him, “Please, Miguel… I want it.”

“Are you sure?” He asks again. “Yes, Miguel…” you say his name sensually, your hands traveling down his chest, down to his erect cock, giving it a stroke, your thumb teasingly swirling the precum on his tip.

“I need it.”

Miguel bites his lip, jaw clenching from the softness of your hands against his pulsing length, his auburn eyes growing hungry.

“I’ll go slow, honey. If it hurts too much, just let me know, m’kay? ” You give him a soft smile, and you both kiss tenderly. He takes a second to take your shirt off, ogling at your perfect tits. You then pout and tug at his shirt, which he follows along, revealing his god-like body. You didn’t care that you drooled. He then looks down, your legs already wrapped around his slutty waist, leveling himself to your entrance. Holding it in his hand, he slaps his fat cock against your pussy a couple times, the wet noises making both of you even more turned on. Your mouth falls open again, his plump tip spreading your lips with ease. Miguel hisses as he goes in deeper, trying his absolute best to go slow and not ram you right then and there. Your pussy tightens around him, feeling his veins pulsate against your walls.

“Fffuck, so tight, baby…o-oh fuck-“ Miguel bottoms out, staying there for a second, allowing you to adjust. The pain was short, quickly turning to pleasure as he slowly began a rhythm. He makes love to you slowly and deeply, each thrust hitting the deepest part of you. “Taking me so- Mmfuck! So well, sweetie, you’re doing s’good,” he says, his forehead against yours. He was so big, you could’ve sworn you could see a bulge in your stomach. He placed a hand on it, making you whimper from the sensation. “Look at that, baby, look so good all filled up with my cock.”

You blush, wanting to cower and turn your face away. You bite on your bottom lip again, muffling your screams and cries. “Mi amor, no hagas eso (don’t do that), breathe, baby, breathe. Need you to relax, mkay?”

You turn back to him, trying your best to maintain eye contact. He brings his thumb down to rub your puffy clit, the sensation relaxing your weeping, abused cunt, “Atta girl, thaaat’s a good girl. Look at me, baby. Aw, yea, wanna see that pretty face.” His cock was able to slide in and out, your pussy greedily sucking him in. Your high-pitched moans were music to his ears.

“M-Miguel, p-please,”, you’re barely able to get out your words, your voice trembling, “si, bebe, que tu quiere? Anything you want, baby.” (Yes, baby, what do you want?)

“Mas rapido.. mas duro, por favor, please, just- just use me, please, daddy?” You were able to finally get it out. You wanted nothing more than for Miguel to just pound you and use you like his toy. (Faster, harder, please).

“Whatever you want, baby girl, daddy’s gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel sooo good.”

Without another second to spare, Miguel pulls back with just his tip inside, and pounds back into you like no other. You scream, tears running down your face as Miguel has his way with you. He kisses those tears away, murmuring, “I know, I know”’s and “I’m sorry”’s into your ear. The vanity shakes vigorously, hitting the wall repeatedly, almost breaking in the process. You hold onto his broad shoulders like your life depended on it. Your bouncing tits catch his attention, and without hesitation, takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking like a wild man.

“God, daddy fucking loves these tits. Look so fucking pretty getting railed while wearing the necklace he gotchu.” you hear muffled against your chest. As if you weren’t stimulated enough, he adds his finger back on your clit, making your eyes roll back from all the different points of pleasure. He lifts his face from your hardened nipple and says, “This pussy’s mine. This juicy ass is mine,” and you feel a loud smack! of his hand on your ass, letting out a whimper,

“You’re all mine. Who’s this pussy belong to, hm?”

“Ugh, you, daddy, I’m all yours! Please, don’t stop, please please please-“ you start sounding like a broken record, muttering ‘daddy’ over and over. “Ay, papi, estoy cerca… i'm gonna come…” (I’m close) you cry, the name fueling Miguel’s drive, so he quickened his pace, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass and your cries filling the room. He growls into your neck, biting there,

“That’s right, sweetie, come on daddy’s cock.”

You could care less if the whole theater heard you, your virginity was being taken by the man of your dreams. Plus, it seemed to be getting Miguel riled up even more. He adored your cute sounds.

Once you reach your orgasm, you let out a long whine, your mouth in an o-shape, but Miguel keeps going, riding out his own high, “fuck…almost there baby, just a little longer, I promise… you can do that for daddy, yea? Ohhh I know you can, sweetie.” He coos, drowning you in lazy, sloppy kisses.

When Miguel feels he’s about to burst, he pulls out. It isn’t long before you feel his warm seed spill onto your stomach, Miguel’s groans clouding your mind as he empties himself onto you.

He stands up straight, taking in the gorgeous view of his kid on your lower body, your pussy still crying from his massive cock, and your face in total euphoria. You try to sit up, but he stops you, “no, princesita, déjame limpiarte primero,” (let me clean you first), he goes to grab a few napkins on your vanity, wiping you clean of his and your juices.

“You ok?” He caressed your face, brushing your hair away from it. You managed a weak, frail smile.

You poor, sweet thing.

“Yes, I’m okay,” He smiles before placing a sweet kiss on your lips, “Not sure if I’ll be able to walk, but I’m more than okay with that.” He chuckled.

“You did so well. So proud of my girl.” He says with a smirk in a low, husky tone, then playfully licking your lips which makes you giggle. He takes you into his embrace, your chests rising and falling together as he plants kisses on your shoulder.

You both flinch when you hear a knock at your dressing room door and the voice of a little girl right outside.

Y’all almost forgot about Gabriella and her grandma.

Oops.

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Still feral abt this man. Also, can y’all tell I’m a music major? ☠️☠️☠️

Hope you liked it! <3

Until the next chapter <3

Mwah <3

Ch.4

The Cutie Patootie Tag list:

@honey-eyed-munson

@migueloharastruelove

[dadbodbensisko-moved]

so ik its still threshold day for some of y'all and you're out there partying but um what if. spirk skyrim au where spock is serana and kirk is the dragonborn. like amanda is valerica, sarek is harkon. mccoy is isran, different members of tos are the dawnguard.

each faction is a different series. like spock and kirk go to the college and it's like the ds9 homies. dukat is ancano, odo is urag, kira is mirabelle, etc. etc.

dark brotherhood is voyager janeway is astrid, chakotay is arnbjorn

it'd be like a series probably? i know my tes lore too so liek

[neptuniadoesstuff]

MMMMMMMMMM DOODLE HELL #04!!!!!!!!!!! (Magma Edition)

(TW: Bl00d/G0r3 for one of the main images & the bonus images)

Characters in this list (main):

Elar as the tbh creature (Well its El from Mortal's Curse BUT Y'KNOW-) (Mine ig, but originally created by Rayark & Archpray) (1st Image)

JJ but as those weird myorder furries from Made in Abyss (aka Hollows or smtn-) (Yes, he's eeting an arm don't ask who's it is man-) (My ver of Jeremiah Greenbel but actually belongs to Rayark & Archpray) (2nd Image)

Cursed Kedhur asking wy Gwin, his dad, doesn't love him. (OC belongs to @stridesthroughashes) (3rd Image)

My frend, Storm's OC, Kitten but.. as an actual cat- (he belongs to her) (4th Image)

TES!AU designs/doodles for Raven (Mamic Bird Thing) (eft) & Peter (Little Short Borb man scared of a certain man named Adder) (Right). But now Raven is an Argonian named "Quarrels-with-Ravens" who works within the Dark Brotherhood & Peter is now named Petrus (& he ain't a borb anymore) (Don't wrry their original/N-Verse counterparts still exist-) (Both are owned @stridesthroughashes but were created by me) (5th Image)

Synnial being imprisoned for the 101st time by Noir bcs this idiot kept on escaping for ABSOLUTELY NO REASON WHATSOEVER! LIKE DOOD JUST LIKES HARMING THE MAILMAN FOR SOME REASON- (I mean dood did kill like a lot of his lizerd slaves only to be myordered by one so-) (Btw this moron too belongs to my frend @stridesthroughashes) (6th Image)

Finally.. Here's some bonuses.

The characters here are cursed variant of my sona, Nep & a rando doodle of Sirius. (Sirius also belongs to Rayark & Archpray)

(Imma put too many tags in this if you can tell-)

Character Credits are in the desc.

Art: Mine

Program: Magma.

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my Blog's pinned project clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PEASE CREDIT ME!

[sayurime]

Los sacrificios humanos de Alicia...

ok, estoy en un chat de Discord centrado en Knuckles el Equidna y en una de las conversaciones alguien saco el tema de Alicia en el país de las maravillas, (de hecho se creo todo un Au pero no puedo colocar el link, sorry) y mi mente solo pensaba en "esa" canción de Vocaloid y esto salió, ¡Disfruten!

La escena final fue creada por @the-chozo-lord !!!

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Existió alguna vez un guardián que resguardaba con recelo una joya mítica, pero este pequeño guardián estaba confinado a la eterna soledad; viviendo en una isla que aparece y desaparece entre la existencia y el olvido, con grilletes que le impiden abandonar su labor.

Odia la soledad, quiere a alguien que juegue eternamente con él, así que un día pensó: ¿Cómo puedo hacer para que alguien se quede conmigo?, el pequeño guardián pensó y pensó hasta que, finalmente, se le ocurrió una idea:

¡Hare que la gente se pierda en el interior de la isla y crearán su mundo dentro de ella!, ¡Así, serán eternamente felices!

Y, como Alicia, sus victimas siguieron el conejo blanco hasta llegar a su país de las maravillas...

Alicia 1:

La primera "Alicia" estaba lleno de valor, el guerrero más fuerte, o eso decía, con espada en mano se adentraba en la extraña isla destruyendo a los monstruos que encontraba a su paso, él sería el primero en descubrir el secreto de este extraño lugar, derrotaría a cualquier gran enemigo que osara interceptar su caminó.

Pero las aventuras por la isla se volvieron demasiado, no importaba donde se escondiera, un monstruo lo encontraba, no podía dormir, no podía comer, el miedo a ser envenenado por una simple fruta perduro después de las primeras alucinaciones, temía caer en la trampa de la extraña criatura roja que lo acechaba todo el tiempo, intentaba salir, pero los árboles cubrían toda forma de escapar, no sabía cuando era de día y cuando de noche. Un día simplemente perdió la cabeza… literalmente.

Alicia 2:

La segunda "Alicia" una dulce joven fue, atraída por hermosas flores y ríos cristalinos, adentrándose en el bosque encontró una pequeña aldea, fue recibida con risas y amor. Cada noche era una fiesta, todos los aldeanos sin rostro la animaban a cantar y bailar con ellos, pero tanto amor a aquella "Alicia" comenzó enloquecer, fiestas que se repetían sin un final, después de la cuarta noche el sol no volvió a aparecer.

Por más que intentaba huir los aldeanos la detenían con palabras de amor que se distorsionaban con el pasar de las noches, por más que corría siempre volvía a la aldea, el reloj sonaba a la media noche, rebobinándose al inicio de la velada, con cada campanada las fiestas se volvían más terroríficas, gusanos brotaban de los deliciosos manjares sobre las mesas, aldeanos sin forma ni voz la rodeaban vomitando palabras sin sentido que la hacían estremecer, siempre huía, corre, corre, corre, no dejes que el aldeano de rojo te alcance.

Si esta viva o muerta, ya ni siquiera ella lo sabe.

Alicia 3:

La tercera "Alicia" poseía una belleza increíble, atraída a la isla por un ser que competía contra su belleza, si lograba atraparlo lo obligaría a cumplir su mayor deseo: oro, diamantes, toda gema preciosa sería suya. Pero aquella criatura era esquiva, solo logrando ver destellos rojos que se perdían entre los árboles. No se rindió, persiguió su ambición durante días, ignoró las flores de cristal, las luciérnagas de porcelana, el delicioso aroma a trufas de chocolate, incluso el reino que alababa su nombre, el mundo de esta "Alicia" caía en pedazos. La hermosa criatura roja la observaba con odio en la distancia.

Su perseverancia la guio a una cueva llena de oro, ¡Tanto oro, solo para ella! Cuando "Alicia" quiso tomar su tesoro sus piernas se volvieron pesadas, cada paso era una tortura, su visión se volvió como un caleidoscopio, sus pulmones no recibían oxígeno y con cada tos hermosas gemas brotaban de su boca. Intentó salir de la cueva ….pero ella no se iría sin su tesoro.

Su cadáver continua intentando alcanzar la salida.

Alicia 4:

La "Alicia" número 4 eran un par de hermanos atraídos por las aventuras y los misterios. El valiente hermano mayor y el brillante hermano menor, recorrieron cada sendero con la certeza de que salvarían a los desaparecidos, a medida que se adentraban la isla cambiaba, puertas numeradas aparecían en su caminó, ayudaron a vencer a los monstruos de la puerta uno, detuvieron a las eternas fiestas de la puerta dos y la cueva que se escondía en la tercera puerta quedó olvidada en la lejanía. Pero cuando abrieron la puerta número cuatro, su viaje comenzó de nuevo, una y otra vez, la aventura nunca terminaría.

Los héroes jamás descansan..

Ultima Alicia:

La última "Alicia" era diferente. Atravesaba las ilusiones sin apenas mirar, la isla giraba para él tanto como su guardián. Pasó junto a un pueblo lleno de gritos y risas, una cueva con una pared de diamante que atrapaba a su único ocupante, una jaula de aboles que no permitían ver el interior y una hilera de puertas que se repetían. Finalmente llegó al centro de la isla, donde le esperaba el guardián.

La "Alicia" no se detuvo, y cuando el guardián se paró para bloquearle el paso, la "Alicia" desapareció.

"He encontrado la fuente, Tenía razón".

El guardián se giró para vislumbrar una luz abrasadora, la "Alicia" flotando y sosteniendo un bebé de aquello que protegía.

"Soy el último, Equidna. No harás más daño".

Y se quedó solo.

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Aprovechando que es Octubre quise escribir "terror"

Si alguien adivina quienes eran las Alicias le regalo un escrito de la trama que quiera 😝😌, no esta difícil, hasta color les puse 😝😝

[letras2wi]

L'ALLEMAND - LA MASIA Lyrics

L’ALLEMAND – LA MASIA Lyrics Paroles de “La Masia” Intro Ah-ah-ah Six Nueve Ah-ah-ah Couplet unique Au quartier, c’est la guerre, salope, tu prends des tos-ph’ comme Booska-P J’ai peur que d’la hess, pas d’finir au mitard T’es un bon fils de pute, me dis rien, j’t’ai pas zappé Suffit qu’j’pète un plomb pour te rendre handicapé J’veux signer des gros chèques, enfiler des costards Danser comme Van…

[twiafom]

HYPER LIGHT DRIFTER AU SALES PITCH

aka alka and i played hld for over 6 hours and i got them attached to it by making it into a hijack au in between dying in stupid ways

okay hld character assignments or "trust me bro" the post

jack: the drifter. it's all there. came from the north looking for the immortal cell to cure himself, hiccup finds and saves him in front of the library. his hub is a little tooth fairy

hiccup: the guardian, IT'S ALL THERE x2 guardian of the town aka berk, became a drifter looking for the cell after the death of his parents from (sorry stoick and valka it's backstory). his hub is a small toothless robot he's very attached to

man in the moon: the jackal, chooses worthy people to become drifters and find the immortal cell to destroy it and pitch, restoring his powers and stopping the corruption

pitch: judgement, a scientist from a previous age infected by the immortal cell and now locked in a war with the man in the moon for control of the cell's wellspring/power to destroy the world as he spreads corruption through the world and disease to drifters

astrid: the weapons master, she's got her dojo and trains people 💪 she's right next door to hiccup and always down for a spar

tooth: dash master, next door to astrid, they hang out at each other's places when tooth sword trains and astrid tries to get better at dashing with the best teacher around

heather: alt drifter/altie, sees jack in passing but hangs out at astrid's dojo and stays with hiccup when she's around

sandy: the librarian, a long gone drifter who compiled information into monoliths

north: the minotaur, runs the arena and had the same vision of the cell from man in the moon, but his drifter days are over and he now supports jack and hiccup

ruff and tuff: merchants in town, saved by hiccup from their shenanigans more than once

bunny: the techie, peddler of bombs and grenades. reluctant to sell them to jack

fishlegs: the traveler in south, investigating the old tech in the desert

snotlout: the bandit, except less of a dick and more of a nuisance who's still very good at upgrading guns

jamie: SOCCER KID he and jack ball together, jack loses every time

AND HLD SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT if anyone actually cares about that here. au story summary essentially

WARNING FOR MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH because this is major character death the game sorry there's no escaping that

jack comes down from the north looking for the immortal cell + cure for pitch/judgement disease, rescued by hiccup outside of the library after category 5 judgement disease moment. hiccup takes him back to town And Then They Were Roommates™️ so basically this all aligns with canon

they're both looking for the same thing because hiccup also had the immortal cell vision and has pitch/judgement disease, they decide to team up for the search. hiccup maps out the modules, they explore together, jack dashes to stupid places and gets stuck and alka laughs at me etc etc

AND THEN SOUTH

hiccup goes on ahead to map, jack doesn't join or even know he's gone, he's in town spending as much time as he can with the people there he's grown attached to, but he also knows they're both getting sicker and with no places left to go they're nearing the end of the line

he goes to the south to look for hiccup and finds him with a pile of slain enemies and a mortal wound, but even without that hiccup has been getting worse with each zone

hiccup tells jack about losing his parents and striking out on his own after the man in the moon gave him a vision, and in one final goodbye and hope to keep a memory, jack takes his cloak and toothless when hiccup dies. he goes through south on his own but it's not the same without hiccup there to snark with, be his partner, his GUARDIAN!!! and he drags himself through each battle

he finally heads to the abyss for one last stand off with pitch/judgement to destroy the cell, finally faces his demons and destroys it, freeing the man in the moon. the cell was never a cure though, and he's too far gone and finally accepts it. makes his way through the abyss with a fatal wound and baby tooth and toothless hubs by his side, and sees one last gifted vision of peace from the man in the moon before he leaves the world, and jack goes too to meet hiccup in the afterlife

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[sousculturerendezvous]

Papa fait le pitre -NIRO

On t'arrache les dents pour le bénéf', on t'mord avec si nécessaire Ton papa fait l'pitre On t'arrache les dents pour le bénéf', on t'mord avec si nécessaire N.I.R Eh

T'es pas le lion le plus fier de la troupe (humble) T'es pas l'stylo le plus cher de la trousse La merde, c'est quand tu la cherches que tu la trouves Et souvent même, quand tu la cherches pas, tu la trouves (oh) J'écoute pas les rumeurs, gros, dans ma tête ça rentre pas Et j'f'rai genre j'savais pas au prochain qui m'en parle On pense tous à s'ranger mais nos vies n's'arrangent pas Un ami, ça s'invente pas, un ami, ça ment pas J'vais m'arracher avant d'avoir pris une frappe On a des gosses, la taule, on va pas la faire sur une patte Un truc à dire, fais pas des sous-entendus sur Snap' Des grandes phrases écrites par des bouffons qui les assument as-p N'espérez pas qu'on se sente visé On a des vrais problèmes de quoi finir seul alcoolisé Quand tu m'donnes du respect, qu'tu m'dis qu'c'est pas pour sucer C'est qu'tu penses que j'pense que tu m'as sucé pour le succès J'y vois là que du respect (oh) On vise pas la gloire, espère en tirer que des espèces (oh) Mais j'te comprends, en vérité, quand tu leur donnes le respect Ils pensent que c'est d'la faiblesse Et c'est blessant d'laisser les gens tester tes réflexes C'est du respect jeté par les f'nêtres (oh) Surtout quand t'as dû faire des dingueries Et des années d'placard en prime pour avoir ce putain d'respect (oh-oh) On est hnine à la base, on n'est pas méchants (pas méchants, oh-oh) J'suis reconnaissable, j'suis reconnaissant (oh-oh) J'ai senti la violence dans le cœur des gens (oh-oh) L'odeur de la vengeance, l'odeur de l'essence (oh-oh) On casse les murs au tibia à la Tang Po (Tang Po) On veut faire des euros, on pourrait s'passer d'une guerre Vous aimez les rappeurs que quand ils sont pauvres Quand ils sont riches, vous dites qu'ils sont devenu guez (guez)

J'suis sur la terrasse d'un hôtel chic En face de moi, des SDF qui m'regardent dépenser l'fric J'ai mal au cœur, j'ai pas passé l'pire J'suis malheureux mais ils sont mort de rire quand papa fait l'pitre

J'suis sur la terrasse d'un hôtel chic En face de moi, des SDF qui m'regardent dépenser l'fric J'ai mal au cœur, j'ai pas passé l'pire J'suis malheureux mais ils sont mort de rire quand papa fait l'pitre

Doué dans la violence, c'est tel père, tel fils J'aurais percé dans c'rap de merde même si j'avais pas fait d'feat J'suis Marocain, j'ai fait douter l'fisc J'ai niqué deux tiers de mon existence quand j'ai goûté l'shit Certaines te brisent même si t'es fort Elles sont comme ces avocats, elle ont du vice et des formes Tocard, pense à doser tes efforts Poto, ils sont tellement faibles qu'ils m'ont fait regretter mes forces C'est pour ça, j'vois qu'des trous d'balle à l'horizon J'vais niquer leur mère tôt ou tard, le temps nous donnera raison La cité fait pas d'trêve, t'es pisté pour ton tos-ma Aveuglé par tes rêves, t'es suivi par tes cauchemars J'ai rêvé d'la liberté comme orphelins du roc-Ma La cité tue les miens donc j'me sors de là, c'est normal J'me sors de là, c'est mort, man, j'repartirai légendaire Comme Tyson et Foreman, Ideal J, Tandem, bordel J'suis Rosa Parks au fond d'un bus raciste (oh-oh) J'veux juste rester debout en restant plus qu'assis Sur des milliards de dirham, s'il faut y aller On ira affronter la défaite, j'suis pas l'prophète pour faire des miracles Au prochain virage, j'suis dans l'gamos sans ta Elvira (oh-oh) J'monterai jamais sur leur dos, aucun hmar qui me m'ralentira Sans doute, dès l'départ, j'ai senti la douille, c'est un fait Ils s'la racontent, c'qu'ils ont fait, j'l'ai d'jà fait en double C'est juste que j'l'ai fait en douce derrière ces andouilles Ils mangent tout donc c'est des mange-couilles J'm'en fous, dans l'fond, ils f'ront jamais une semaine dans l'four J'sais que, j'sais qu'ils f'ront jamais une putain d'semaine dans l'four On t'arrache les dents pour le bénéf', on t'mord avec si nécessaire

J'entends des rumeurs sur moi, tant mieux, c'est qu'ils ont rien à dire On peut pas leur en vouloir, jalousie, c'est une maladie Si j'avais un peu l'temps, j'pourrais leur expliquer la vie J'les baise comme Jack dans Titanic avec d'la buée sur la vitre Maintenant, j'rigole qu'avec la mif donc fais nous pas l'comique Fais nous voir comment tu tiens l'brolique, j'te dirai qui tu es On t'serre pas la main même si t'as du gel hydroalcoolique Laisse un message sur mon numéro non attribué Haywan, t'as sous estimé mon autonomie Peter Well, t'inquiète pas, le N.I.R gère l'économie C'que j'ai fait au game depuis dix piges, gros, c'est d'la sodomie J'ai donné assez d'force aux gens Maintenant, c'est l'argent qui domine donc passe à la caisse Pas trop du genre à s'plaindre, on fait pas dans l'social, déjà riche à trente berges Il est quatre heures du mat', j'commande sur Uber, flingue Le livreur est bosniaque avec un accent belge J'me rappelle plus d'la dernière fois où j'ai dormi la nuit J'veux prendre les milli' et finir pieux comme l'a fait Mélanie Évidemment, j'm'en bats les couilles, la tête est pleine de beuh, shit Ils ont rien vu, ils ont rien fait, à part sucer des bres-chi D'la beuh dans des pots d'fleur, pas l'temps d'être à fleur de peau Impatient, une heure d'attente, c'est déjà une heure de trop Pas d'apparence, ici, j'connais des riches avec des airs de pauvres Des mecs tout gentils, ils braquent ta sel3a sur une air de r'pos On fait nos trucs, on parle peu, ceux bien avant d'palper Malheureusement, j'suis pas pieux, j'pense qu'à faire du papier J'pense qu'on n'est pas parfaits, ils r'gardent c'que papa a fait J'peux plus faire c'que t'as pas fait, j'peux plus aller les baffer

Ton amitié avariée, j'la regarde comme mes courriers (oh-oh) Tu m'casses les couilles comme un salarié qui dort sur ses lauriers (oh-oh) Ton amitié avariée, j'la regarde comme mes courriers (oh-oh) Tu m'casses les couilles comme un salarié qui dort sur ses lauriers (oh-oh) Qui dort sur ses lauriers-riers

[stuurman]

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My favorite fandoms are: Team Fortress (and other Valve game series: Portal, Half-Life), Payday, The Elder Scrolls series, No I'm Not A Human, Identity V

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- #oc: Metrel - #oc: Salriniel - #oc: Litorya - #oc: Mirienne - #oc: Mertmyne - #oc: Velvyre

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[non-fandom original characters]

Chronicles AU (alternative 1940s):

- #oc: Ioann - #oc: Pavel - #oc: Eudokia - #oc: Ankel Mafia AU (modern days. a criminal gang placed somewhere in NYC. do not try to find any deep meaning in here it's extremely comical and dumb): - #oc: Gerowald - #oc: Christian

this will be updated sjdkklskd

[archersartcorner]

Here’s some doodles of the TES/TOS AU I was talking about a bit ago. The sillyssssssss

[danniburgh]

AH you write for Carrillo? Okie can I request Carrillo with a spouse who also works a high stress job? Like as an emergency-room doctor or something? How would the two of them handle not being able to see each other constantly, and dealing with all of the insane, dark shit they see on a regular basis. Whoops this got angsty O.O

ooooooooooo priya, you AAA i love carrillooooo plssss

let me see what i can do about this, we have ourselves another au where Horacio is married to a english speaking person;)

warnings: slight talk of violence and death, fluff and some little angst

As soon as you entered the house, you toed your shoes away, a sound in the kitchen startled you and you left your bag and your lab coat on top of the entrance table.

“Horacio?” you called out, your husband walked out of the kitchen still with his uniform on, only the camo green shirt was untucked.

“Hi, mi vida,” you sighed when you saw him walk towards you, he brushed his hand on your waist over your scrubs and he took your lips on his, your hands instantly reached his neck and you brought him closer to you. The kiss was deep, meaningful, eager, hungry, soft.

“I missed you,” your fingers played with the hair on his nape and he smiled at you “you need a haircut again,”

“I do, I just don’t have time,” he rolled his eyes and you brought him to you again.

“I love that you’re early at home,” you kissed him again.

“It’s not early, amor, it’s almost midnight,” Horacio chuckled on your lips.

“Well, considering that sometimes you don’t even come home, I’m calling it early,” you smiled at him and his shoulders dropped visibly “what?”

“You don’t resent me, do you?” he asked, stepping back slightly, moving his hands to take yours from his neck as you frowned at him.

“What do you mean?” his hands looked so big wrapping yours and he brought them to his mouth to kiss both.

“Me, spending all that time at work,” he muttered, you shook your head slightly “coming home late, or not coming back at all,”

“Ay, Horacio,” you mimicked his accent and he smiled at you “do you resent me for that?” you asked and he shook his head “I’m also at the hospital almost the entire day,”

“Yeah, saving more lives than me,” Horacio muttered under his breath and you saw his eyes getting lost in the space, you slid your hands out of his and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Never say that,” you whispered on his ear, his arms wrapped themselves around your waist “we both see shit on a daily basis, baby, but I’m only keeping them from dying, you’re keeping them from being in danger at all,”

Horacio felt a colossal weight being lifted from his shoulders, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and breathed in your scent; faded perfume, coconut and mango shampoo, sterilizing alcohol and sweat.

“No sabes cuánto te amo,” (you don’t know how much I love you) his voice was muffled by your skin and you smiled.

“I think I get the idea,”

[lyrazehedgieboiii]

Sonamy #2 AU

@blogkittylove, you requested this story from the Choice Board, so here it is!

Before you start reading the story, I just wanted to let you know that this is a different AU, than the other one. This one is where Sonic’s in the mafia, and he’s hiding his true identity from Amy. He speaks in Portuguese, but in this story, he’ll speak Spanish, because Portuguese is harder for me to understand and speak, so I’m going with Spanish. (Because I am LMAO) What’ll happen when he tells an order to one of his men in Spanish, unaware that Amy understands? 

(Amy’s POV)

I was sitting in my apartment watching T.V, until I heard the door unlock. Standing there was my boyfriend, Sonic. He was wearing a black fedora and a white dress shirt, which was kind of open at his chest. Oh my Chaos, that chest fur. It’s not a lot, but it’s still there. He looked at me and then the clock, and walked over. I smiled, while his was more smug.

     “Hi, Sonikku. How was your day?” I asked him, as he cuddled besides me. He rested his face in the crook of my neck and nuzzled.

     “It was alright. What about you?” He said, licking my neck a little. It made me squirm a little.

     “It was good, I wrote a few recipes, so I tried making them at the bakery. Everyone liked it, and a lot of people bought it. I brought some for you.” I could tell that he was smiling on my neck.

     “Where is it?” I pointed to the kitchen, and he ran to find the cupcake box. His mouth was covered in it, and he was moaning in delight. My face started heating up for some reason, but I ignored it. Sonic turned and noticed that I was staring at him, and that just caused my face to become more red. He smirked again, and devoured the last cupcake, and walked back to me. While he was walking, he got a phone call, probably from Knuckles, and went to my bedroom to answer it. I suddenly remembered that I left my phone in there, and I was in contact with Sonic’s mother, so I tip-toed to the door and put my ear against it.

    “What?! Find it, Knuckles.” Sonic’s voice was booming from the other side of the door, and he seemed angry.

    “Boss, relax, we’re trying. Besides, you don’t want your girlfriend eavesdropping in this conversation, do you?” I heard Knuckles’s voice from over the phone, but not all the way.

    “Shut up, I don’t think she would do that anyways, she respects my privacy. My Chaos, I love her...”

    “Can you talk in Spanish though, you never know...” I knew Sonic could speak Spanish, but he didn’t know that I could too. I heard a sigh.

    “Lo quiero muerto, Knuckles. ¿entiendes?” (I want him dead, Knuckles. Do you understand?) Wait a minute... Muerto means dead. Why would Sonic want to kill somebody? Wait, no. Maybe he’s saying that in a figurative way? A metaphor, perhaps?

    “Sí señor. Tenemos hombres que le detectan ya que hablamos.” (Yes sir. We have men tracking him down as we speak) Tracking him down? Probably to get him in jail, I guess.

    “Perfecto, ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que tuve el placer de dispararle a alguien.” (Perfect, it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten the pleasure of shooting someone.) Okay, now those innocent thoughts are gone. He’s actually talking about killing. Shooting somebody to be exact. I thought Sonic worked with boats and vehicles? Or at least, that’s what he tells me. Wait, no, Silver told me that.

     “¿Alguna vez le dirás a Amy que estás en la mafia?” (Are you ever going to tell Amy that you’re in the mafia?) I almost choked, but made a silent gasp. I realized that Sonic went silent and whispered something else to Knuckles, so I quickly (but silently) ran to the kitchen, which was right next to the living room. On the other side of the T.V, was my room. Luckily the t.v. was at a good enough volume. My ears twitch as I hear Sonic walk out of my room. I caught him staring at me. Thank Chaos I’m a professional liar.

     “What?” I question, as though I wasn’t just spying on him.

     “¿hablas español?” (do you speak Spanish?) He asked me. I cannot let him know that I understood.

      “. . .What?” I answered, even though I was fully aware of what he had asked.

     “Do you speak Spanish?” He repeated himself in English. I shook my head.

     “I speak French, Sonic. Did I not tell you that?” I told him. I didn’t exactly lie about that, I do know French. (LMAO, the author of this story sure doesn’t)

     “Then say something in French, then.” (i used google translate dont kill me)

      “Je sais ce que tu veux.” (I know what you’re up to) Knowing that he wouldn’t understand what I said.

     “What did you say?” he inquired curiously. I think of a sentence to say.

     “What do you want for dinner?” I lied once again.

     “I’m in the mood for some steak and mashed potatoes.” I nodded, and proceeded to make our dinner, acting completely normal, as though I haven’t just found out that my boyfriend is a mob boss. Or at least I think he is. He was giving orders.

      “Sonic, do you know any new funny movies? I’m in the mood.” I yelled from the kitchen. I tried to keep myself content. Besides, he’s in the mafia. No big deal. He wouldn’t hurt me...

But his enemies would...

They could see me with him and know that I’m important to him. They might kill me...

It’s not safe to date him. . .

‘Oh welp,’ I thought. ‘He’ll protect me. He wouldn’t let anyone get away with hurting me, even emotionally.’

I heard Sonic’s phone ring again, and went to the sink to fill a pot up with water.

     “What is it now, Knuckles.” Sonic whisper-yelled at his phone, making sure that I couldn’t hear him.

     “Lo tenemos.” (we got him)  was all I heard. I knew instantly that Sonic was going to leave, and I decided to tease him a little. As soon as he ended his phone call, I jumped on top of him, before I hear him yelp out in surprise. I go up to his face and kiss him. He was still in shock for a few moments, but started giving back, only harder. His hands go to my waist, while mine go around his neck. He licks my lips, begging for entrance, and I allow him. I heard his phone ring, but I see he’s trying to answer it, so kiss harder, and slowly kick the phone off onto the carpeted floor. I feel Sonic’s hands going a little lower, so I move my hands to his chest, and start playing with his fur. One of my hands go to his back quills and starts to stroke them. He starts quivering at the touch.

That’s one of the reasons I love him. He’s my first, and I’m his first in basically anything romantic. The phone rings again, but Sonic rolls on top of me, and nips at my neck, and gives my hips a squeeze. Once I’m distracted, he grabs his phone and runs to my room. I sigh, and check on the potatoes, which are still boiling, and I start cooking the steak. Once I decide I can leave the steak alone for a bit, I go to my bedroom door and listen in on their conversation.

     “Torturarlo por un rato, iré mañana.” (torture him for a bit, I’ll come tomorrow) Torture?! You know what? I won’t allow him to keep secrets from me. I’m going to indirectly tell him that I know! I heard him walk out of the room and back on the couch.

      “Saber algo~” (I know something...{A/N this is not a real song. If you know Camila Cabello’s My Oh My, sing it like that.) I see Sonic snap his head towards me. 

       “Sé que te dije una mentira...” (I know I told you a lie) 

       “Sé que has estado matando.~” (I know you’ve been off killing~) I slide through the kitchen and put the food onto a plate like I’m presenting them in a cooking show.

        “Te amo no importa lo que hagas.~” (I love you no matter what you do) I spin and place the dishes on the already set table. He looked a little shooketh, finally realizing that I understood what he was saying this whole entire time. I knew he was hispanic, and I was too, but from my dad’s side. So, if Sonic’s a mob boss, he could easily find out anything about me, except for my dad. He wasn’t in my life, and I never really met him. My mom taught me Spanish, and sent me to my dad’s parents as a kid, and they taught me Spanish there.

      “No estoy contento con tus mentiras.~” (I’m not happy with your lies) I walk over to him, and kissed his cheek.

      “Pero te amo de todos modos~.” (But I love you anyways) He wrapped his arms around me and brought me in for a kiss. I kissed back with just as much of excitement and passion as him.

      “How?” He asks me. I giggle and pull him to a chair.

      “My dad. He was hispanic, but he died, so I was sent to my grandparents’ house a lot, so they taught me.” Sonic nodded, and pulled me into his lap, which was kind of awkward, because, I wasn’t exactly wearing...much...under that skirt.

       “I didn’t want to tell you, but of course you found out yourself. If you want to break up with me, I won’t allow you to-”

       “I’m not going to break up with you. I don’t care what your job is, I only care about it if it brings you happiness.” I interrupted him. “Besides, you should know that I find this romantic~.” Sonic looked puzzled at my statement.

       “What do you mean?” I narrow my eyes at him. 

      “Have you really never noticed all the romance novels I have in my room? You go in there a lot, I’m surprised you haven’t seen how I have a full shelf dedicated to mafia romances.” I say, nuzzling into his chest. I felt something something sticking out from between my legs. I jump off of him immediately and throw myself onto the floor.

     “What the hell was that!?” He questioned my actions.

     “I felt something between my legs! What do mean ‘What the hell was that! WAIT, DON’T TELL ME IT WAS-” I screamed out in disgust. IT WAS A BONER, HE WAS BEING TURNED ON.

     “You accepting my job is very sexy and I love how you easily accepted that.” He said, putting a hand to my thigh. I rolled my eyes.

     “You can get all of this for the price of only one ring~” My statement probably excited him, because before I knew it, he was on kneeling on one of his knees and took out a velvet box.

     “I know your answer is ‘yes,’ but I still want to hear it come out of your lips in excitement. Amelia Rosette, will you do the honor of marrying me and fulfill the romance you’ve always dreamed of?” OH MY FRICKING CHAOS IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING-

     “YES! YES, SONIC THE HEDGEHOG, YES! I WILL MARRY YOU!” I threw myself into his arms and he immediately embraced me, before pulling away and putting the jade encrusted gold ruby ring. He leaned in for a kiss, which I happily accepted.

After all, I got the romance I’ve dreamed of~

Hoped you like it :)

[thatwinchesterfever]

Once Upon A... Whatever (Part 4)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Female)

Summary: Cinderella AU The Reader is a peasant, always getting into trouble on the streets of Lawrence. The Captain of the King’s Guard has had enough of her ways and forces her to work in the castle for the royal family, the Winchesters. The Reader reluctantly agrees to work in the palace despite her dislike for the royals. Little does she know how much of a ride she’s in for, when she mistakenly bitches out the green-eyed Prince, Dean.

Word Count: 2,176

Warning: Language

Author’s Note:  After taking a break for a few years, I’m happy to finally put out Part 4 of this series. Thank you to the people who have been waiting for this!  We finally get to meet our other lovely Winchester, Prince Sam. Enjoy :) Leave me comments, honest opinions, and a thumbs up if you like anything you read :)

Check out Part 3 here if you haven’t read it already!

Working in the palace was… strange. You had only been working there for 3 weeks now and your original thoughts about the place were completely wrong.

You thought everyone who worked in the castle would have something stuck up their ass entirely. That was before you met Ash, the royal family’s chef, who let you try all his new kitchen creations like nachos or french fries. It was also before you met the actual stable boy, Garth, who taught you the best places in the castle to take a quick nap or the different flowers that grew in the royal garden. Ms. Ellen let you take leftover food at the end of the day to 66 Seals. Jo listened to your constant bitching about Lilith and treated you like the sister she never had.

And Bobby was just… Awesome. He was always grumpy, swore like a seaman and knew a little bit of everything like a fucking library. He ran the entire castle without breaking a sweat and was the only person who bossed the royal family around.

The royal family was also another thing you seemed to get a few things wrong about. You always grew up thinking the Winchesters would be this civilized, put together family, that fit the portraits Charlie obsessed over… The Winchesters were a complete shit show just like every other family.

They swore, they argued, and drank as much as every poor bastard in Lawrence, if not more. And on a more ridiculous scale.

After your first day cleaning the throne room, the King was apparently mildly impressed. According to Bobby’s words, the thrones for once weren't polished like an idijit had done it. From then on, you were permanently assigned to clean the throne room every damn day. And every damn day you would get a taste of who the real Winchesters were.

The King was still scary as hell. That much didn't change. But the man had a way of charming the pants off of someone when a diplomatic guest came to seek help from the kingdom. Those were the rare times you would see him muster up a smile.

He also had a hell of a way parenting when it came to his two sons. Especially the younger one, Prince Samuel.

Samuel Winchester was the poorest excuse of a royal you’ve ever seen. And boy, did it make the King mad.

“Sam, your brother’s busy meeting with Lady Abbaddon today. Take his place with Bobby and attend the strategy meeting.”

“With all due respect Father, I wish to decline,”

The King’s eyes hardened. “You don't really have a choice to decline. It's your duty whether you like it or not.”

“It is my duty to attend a meeting on how to conquer and take control of more land that isn't ours to begin with? Sounds like a hell of a duty.”

“You watch your mouth, boy. Now you will do as I say or you can walk through those doors and never come back,”

Prince Samuel and the King’s fights always ended the same way. Prince Samuel storming off, pissed, and the King taking a small break from his throne room duties to cool off.

You never once talked to Prince Samuel since you’d been working there. But you were sure about one thing. Prince Samuel disliked royalty just as much as you did. Unlike Prince Dean.

Prince Dean was the perfect fit for a King. Dished out orders and listened to them when he needed to. He was a troublemaker, but he never disobeyed a direct order from the King. An exemplary heir to the throne.

God, you hated him. You never wanted to throw dirty bucket water on someone so much before… Besides Lilith, Meg, and Bela of course. But he was a bona-fide asshole.

Especially after that first week when you realized Prince Dean was the same person in the hallway you called an ass.

You were silent the whole way, walking out of the throne room. Once you were finally out in the hallway, the door slammed shut and the Prince just stared at you. With a grin.

You began fidgeting in your place and finally spoke.

“Your Highness wanted me to clean your...uh… shoes?”

“You may,” The Prince said with a smirk and a nod.

You clutched the end of your rag tightly and began to slowly sink to the floor. It was downright humiliating to clean someone else’s shoes. Much less a douchebag Prince.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” You answered softly.

“Y/N?” The Prince repeated.

“Yes,”

“A simple name for someone who's so much trouble,” You stayed silent. If this were the streets of Lawrence, he would have gotten a swift kick to the balls already.

The rag touched Prince Dean’s shoes and he let out a slow chuckle while you began to polish.

“Where’s that feistiness from earlier, Y/N?”  You didn't respond. You continued to clean, just like Mrs. Ellen taught you. Circles.

“You know, I think I liked you better talking. You’re not going to say anything now?”

“If you don't want to talk, I can just make you talk… One way or another,” You paused polishing his shoes and rose to your feet slowly. You gave the Prince a wry smile.

“Good luck with that, Asshole.” You picked up your bucket and began walking towards the kitchen again. You needed way more cleaning supplies to finish up the throne room.

“I know your type,” Prince Dean echoed down the hallway for you to hear. “You'll blow up with the right amount of pushing.” He said chuckling at the end.

That laugh had been etched into your brain ever since then. And true to his words, Prince Dean was pushing and testing your patience to the limit.

“Say Mrs. Ellen, would you please send Y/N over to fill my cup of wine. It seems to be empty,”

“You wouldn't mind polishing my set of armor, huh Princess? It's seen better days… Can't say the same for you though,”

“Could you grab those volumes of scrolls for me on the top shelf? Try not to fall from the ladder though, Sweetheart. I need you to sort out the shelves next.”

Charlie thought it was cute though. Funny even.

“You're totally one of his favorite maids in the palace. He might even have a crush on you,” She said giggling.

But other than Prince Dean, the palace wasn't so awful to work in. Especially when you got to clean the library like you were doing right now.

The palace library was incredible. Books upon books pouring out of the shelves. Some of them looked brand new, never opened before and some looked older than the palace itself.

Those were your favorites. They were priceless antiques. And they reminded you of your parents.

You never knew who you would run into when cleaning the library. Sometimes it would be Bobby with a mountain of scrolls and books stacked sky high, murmuring “Balls” to himself every so often. And sometimes it would be Prince Dean fondling the dress of a giggling maid while “practicing” his studies.

Today, it was Prince Samuel.

“Exorcizamos te, omnis immundos spiritos, omnis satanica potestas,” The Prince recited slowly.

You shook your head. He'd been practicing the same chant since you started cleaning the library. You were more than halfway done now. The guy was a perfectionist when it came to his studies. But his Latin needed a little bit of help.

You really should've held your tongue seeing as how your mouth got you in trouble the first time with the older Prince. But some of the pronunciation was cringeworthy. The words spilled from your mouth all too quickly.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,” You spoke aloud.

You watched the Prince jump in surprise and spin around from his study desk. His mouth opened up in a weird O-shape.

“Hi, I um, I didn’t see you there.” He said scratching his head. He began to ramble. “Well I did but I sort of forgot since you were cleaning so quietly… What did you just say?”

You grinned at his awkwardness. You held your feather duster in one hand while still grabbing the ladder you were using to clean the shelves.

“I said Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus. You’re turning the “u” into an “o”. Your Latin would be perfect otherwise,”

The Prince wrinkled his nose. “Is that why it's been sounding off?” You nodded.

“‘Fraid so,”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,” He enunciated slowly.

“Exactly,” You said jumping off the ladder. You walked over to the book in front of him. Your fingers lightly skimmed the page and you pointed.

“Also this word right here, omnis, watch how you say it because it's starting to sound like omnos. And if you screw up omnis, you're screwing yourself. It's in like every Latin book you read,”

“Well, um, thank you.” The younger Prince nodded to you, with a look of slight disbelief.

“You’re welcome, your Highness.” You said with a curtsy before turning to clean some more.

“Wait!” The Prince shouted abruptly. You spun back around with surprised eyes. The Prince was now standing up from his desk.

You never realized how tall the guy was until now, standing right in front of him. But he was a freaking giant. And Charlie was right. The Prince was beautiful.

“Yes, your Highness?” You said, your head slightly bowed.

“Don’t call me that,” Prince Samuel said quickly before you could finish your sentence. “I mean, I'm not your Highness or anything like that. I'm just Samuel. Well, Sam.”

You smiled and stuck your hand out. “Great, cause I'm just Y/N,”

Sam looked at your hand for a second before grabbing it. His eyes flit to your face for a brief second, slightly squinting, before realization dawned on him.

“You’re the new cleaning staff,” He said knowingly.

You shrugged. “Well one would assume that since we've never officially met before,”

“No, I mean you're the new girl that Dean keeps mentioning,”

You groaned. “Are you gonna hate me now and make my life miserable too?”

Sam let out a laugh and shook his head. “No, I think it's great he can't get to you. It pisses him off that you're not reacting,”

“I'm glad my plan actually is semi-working then… Notice I say semi. Your brother is going to get me fired, I can feel it in my bones.” You said sighing.

Sam grinned and began packing up his books on the table.

“I apologize for whatever my dickish brother has put you through but I promise you he's not trying to get you fired.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right,”

“No honestly. I think he’s just bored.” Sam said matter-of-factly.

“Hell of a way to alleviate your boredom.” You scoffed.

Sam held up his hands in defense. “Again, not sticking up in any way for my brother but we're stuck in this palace 24/7. And the only time we get out and leave these walls, we’re on royal business.”

You crinkled your nose. “I don't understand. I thought you guys had money, could basically do whatever you want.”

Sam gave a humorless laugh. “You think if I could do whatever I wanted, I would be here studying Latin?”

“Well, why are you here studying Latin? A weird dark spell? In Latin at that…” You said recalling the words.

“It's an exorcism. We're suppose to get a well rounded education on Dark Magic if we were ever to encounter it here in the palace or on the battlefield.” Sam explained.

“Battlefield? Battlefield for what? Lawrence hasn't had a war in at least 20 or 30 years.”

Sam shrugged. “Always good to be prepared I guess… How do you know so much about my studies? Especially Latin? I mean not to say that the average commoner doesn't kno-”

You waved him off. “My parents taught me. They were antiquers.” You smiled at the memory. “Had a lot of books... My friend Charlie is also a huge nerd.”

“Well that makes two of us. I don't actually hate my studies. It's just frustrating sometimes when my professor runs off,” Sam said with a frustrated sigh.

“What do you mean by runs off?” You said with a furrowed eyebrow.

“I-” Sam’s words were cut off by the sound of the library door being swung open and giggles being heard. Sam rolled his eyes. “That's what I mean,”

You turned around and saw Prince Dean whispering in a woman’s ear while she giggled loudly in the quiet library. You actually recognized the woman as one of the Winchester’s instructors, now that you looked more closely.

Prince Dean suddenly locked eyes with you.

“I see you've met the finest hands in all of Lawrence, Sammy.”

“And I see you’ve brought back our instructor. No thanks to the two of you, I actually learned something today,” The instructor finally had the nerve to look ashamed for once and Sam suddenly had a wide smile plastered on his face.

“Mistress Hurley,” Sam said taking a step towards her. “Seeing as how your other side tasks have taken priority over our lessons, I'm happy to relieve you of your duties as instructor.”

The poor girl’s eyes widened in seconds. “But, your Ma-” She stuttered.

“You are dismissed, Mistress Hurley.” Sam spoke over her. You slightly flinched. Getting fired by a Prince was even worse in person than your imagination. You felt for her… Only somewhat.

Mistress Hurley’s bottom lip began to quiver. “I apologize, your Highness.” She said bowing before running out of the library. If you listened closely enough, you could hear a high-pitched whimpering sound outside of the door. You honestly didn’t think Sam had it in him to fire her so coldly. 

“Dammit, Sammy. What the hell?” Prince Dean spat, fist clenched at his side.

Sam sighed. “Dean, the whole point of having an instructor is so we can learn something. Not for you to sleep with them.”

“Yeah, and the whole point of having a maid is for her to clean. Not to slack and spend time with you.” He said whipping his head towards you. “How about I dismiss her?”

Sam didn’t seem threatened at all. Almost like this was a regularly occurring thing he had to go through.

“You do that Dean and I’ll just rehire her. Plus, what would Father say about you firing the best throne maiden he’s had in years?”

Your eyes widened at that. Best in years? Surely Sam was overexaggerating to push Prince Dean more into a corner.

Prince Dean’s mouth slowly formed into a straight line.

“Hope she’s worth sticking your neck out for, Sammy.” Dean said with hardened eyes.

“You know, I think she is.” Sam said with a light smile.

Dean gave you one last glare before storming out of the library and slamming the door shut. You stood there speechless while Sam laughed.

“Yeah, he's got it bad for you.”

You took your feather duster and whacked Sam in the arm with it.

“Shut up, it's not funny! He almost fired my ass.” You took in a deep breath to calm yourself.

“Did you just hit me with a feather duster?”

“Yes, and I'll do it again if you try and pull something like that again. I can't afford to lose this job.” You said waving the feather duster at Sam, menacingly.

“Dean’s not going to fire you or else he would have done it already.” Sam said plopping back down at the table.

“Coming from the guy who just fired their school instructor.” You said pointedly.

“Mistress Hurley hasn't been doing her job for months now… Dean isn't the only one who she's been “teaching” Latin to…”

“You're kidding. Prince Samuel, I didn't peg you for the type of Prince to do such naughty things.” You said with an exaggerated gasp.

“No, not me! I wouldn't- I don't -” He stumbled, very flustered.

“I’m just kidding. I wanted to see if Prince's actually blush or not.” You grinned.

Sam groaned. “You're going to be a handful, aren't you?”

“You have no idea.”

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QUI EST LE SAINT ESPRIT ?

#Qui_est_le_Saint_Esprit_Qc_2023 #Samuel_Matthews #Exhortations Qc_0391

Deuxième partie de l’article (2/3)

UNE SOURCE DE RÉCONFORT

« Cependant, je vous dis la Vérité : Il est avantageux pour vous que Je parte, car si je ne pars pas, le Consolateur ne viendra pas vers vous ; mais si je m’en vais, je vous l’enverrai. » Jean 16:7

Mes chers amis, Jésus a dit à ses disciples que c'était pour leur bien qu'il s'en allait. Ses Paroles n'étaient certainement pas justes pour eux, et Jésus pouvait voir leur chagrin et leur tristesse.

Ne voyez-vous pas Pierre demander : "Jésus, pourquoi dois-tu partir ? Je préférerais que tu restes parce que je peux te voir, oui je peux te parler, je peux sentir ta présence".

Mais Jésus dit, « Il est avantageux pour vous que Je parte. »

Ils ont dû penser : "Comment nous, les disciples, allons-nous être mieux avec Jésus qui n'est pas là avec nous ?"

Eh bien, lorsque Jésus était physiquement sur terre, il a limité l'exercice de sa divinité à l'endroit de son séjour dans son corps physique.

Il a versé sa divinité dans les limites de la chair humaine. Il est né comme un bébé, et Il a vécu une vie physique de l'enfance à l'âge adulte.

Il a certainement fait beaucoup de "choses divines", (miracles, guérisons, marcher sur l'eau, changer l'eau en vin, nourrir des milliers de personnes avec quelques aliments), mais il a fait ces "choses divines" dans les endroits où il se trouvait physiquement.

Jésus n'a jamais voyagé à plus de 300 miles du lieu de sa naissance. Il était donc limité dans son emplacement et vous pouvez voir ses limites en lisant la Bible.

Il dit maintenant : « Il est avantageux pour vous que Je parte, car je vous enverrai un AUTRE CONSOLATEUR, et il sera avec vous et en vous partout en même temps. »

CHAQUE CHRÉTIEN PEUT MAINTENANT AVOIR JÉSUS

Ainsi, aujourd'hui, si vous profitez du Consolateur, vous le trouverez suffisant, quel que soit le besoin. Il est venu à côté de toi pour être ton "Parakletos".

Nous connaissons peut-être l'émission télévisée "Survivor", dans laquelle des personnes doivent survivre aux circonstances les plus difficiles. Chaque jour, nous devons nous aussi survivre aux diverses réalités physiques et spirituelles de la vie.

Dieu, la Parole, (Jésus) et le Saint-Esprit sont liés ensemble. (Jean 10.30 ; 17.22 ; Hébreux 10.15 ; I Pierre 1.11, 12 ; I Jean 5.6).

Il nous est donc rappelé que nous sommes « plus que vainqueurs par celui qui nous a aimés et s'est donné pour nous. » Romains 8:37

Plus tôt, dans un autre contexte de son ministère, Jésus a promis que le Saint-Esprit serait donné à tous les chrétiens lors d'une mesure baptismale non miraculeuse.

« […] Jésus debout s’écria : Si quelqu’un a soif, qu’il vienne à moi et qu’il boive. Celui qui croit en moi, des fleuves d’eau vive couleront de son sein, comme dit l’Écriture.

Il dit cela de l’Esprit qu’allaient recevoir ceux qui croiraient en lui ; car l’Esprit n’était pas encore [donné], parce que Jésus n’avait pas encore été glorifié. » Jean 7:37-39 ; cf. Actes 2:38

Dans le contexte actuel des chapitres 14 à 16 de Jean, Jésus parle à ses apôtres de son départ après sa crucifixion, son ensevelissement, sa résurrection et son ascension.

Il leur parle du "Par-a-kle-tos", qui est le Saint-Esprit de Vérité : "Le Consolateur" ou "Aide", qui leur sera envoyé.

Souvenez-vous maintenant que Jésus est sur le point de mourir et de quitter ses disciples … Il dit : « Je vais demander au Père et il vous donnera un autre Consolateur, (ou Aide) qui sera avec vous pour toujours. » Jean 14:16

Jésus dit à ses disciples : "Je suis actuellement votre Consolateur, mais je suis sur le point de partir (de mourir). Je vais retourner au ciel pour un temps.

Je m'en vais, mais je vais vous envoyer un autre consolateur, quelqu'un comme moi. Je vais t'envoyer un remplaçant de Moi-même sur la terre. Ce remplaçant sera votre consolateur en mon absence".

Vous voyez, lorsque les disciples étaient avec Jésus sur terre, ils avaient de l'aide pour leurs luttes, de l'aide pour leur douleur, de l'aide pour leurs peurs, de l'aide pour leurs échecs, parce que Jésus était toujours là pour les aider.

Maintenant, Jésus s'en va, mais il dit : "Même si je m'en vais, je ne vais pas vous laisser vivre sans aide. L'aide que je vous envoie sera de la même nature, comme si j'étais encore physiquement avec vous. C'est une aide de la même nature, ou une aide de la même essence, de la même divinité - Dieu, le Saint-Esprit".

Jésus est maintenant assis et exalté à la droite de Dieu le Père dans les cieux. (Actes 2:33). Ainsi, ce "Par-a-kle-tos", ce Consolateur, cette aide - le Saint-Esprit - a été envoyé par le Père pour remplacer Jésus en l'absence physique du Seigneur.

Remarquez à nouveau Jean, chapitre 14, versets 16-18 : « Et moi, je prierai le Père, et il vous donnera un autre consolateur, afin qu'il demeure éternellement avec vous ; l'Esprit de Vérité, que le monde ne peut recevoir, parce qu'il ne le voit pas et ne le connaît pas ;

Mais vous, vous le connaissez, car il demeure avec vous, et il sera en vous. Je ne vous laisserai pas sans consolation : Je viendrai à vous. » Jean 14:16-18

Jésus dit : "Je ne vais PAS vous laisser orphelins, je ne vais pas vous priver de vos parents. Je vais venir à vous, mais la manière dont je vais venir à vous n'est PAS physique. Je pars et je vais être avec le Père, mais je vais revenir vers vous au moyen de l'Esprit Saint".

Ainsi, le Saint-Esprit est le moyen pour les chrétiens de marcher avec Jésus, car le Saint-Esprit est de la même essence que Jésus.

Il a été envoyé pour permettre à Jésus d'habiter dans le coeur des chrétiens par la foi. (Éphésiens 3:16, 17).

Il a été envoyé pour remplacer le Jésus physique jusqu'à ce que le Jésus revêtu de l’incorruptibilité revienne lors de sa seconde venue sur des nuées.

Chers amis, CE SONT DES CONCEPTS IMPORTANTS que vous devez saisir, comprendre et ensuite utiliser.

Regardons à nouveau Jean 14, verset 17. Ici, Jésus dit à ses disciples que le consolateur est « l'Esprit de Vérité, que le monde ne peut recevoir, parce qu'il ne le voit pas et ne le connaît pas ; mais vous, vous le connaissez, car il demeure avec vous, et il sera en vous. » Jean 14:17

Si vous êtes chrétien, il y a deux choses que vous devez savoir sur le Saint-Esprit à partir de ce passage.

JÉSUS DIT :

1) Il habitera avec vous

2) Il sera en vous

Jésus dit que le Saint-Esprit, le troisième membre de la divinité ou trinité, (I Jean 5:7), aura un double lien avec vous en tant que chrétien. Il sera avec vous tout en étant simultanément en vous.

Habiter avec vous signifie qu'il est un compagnon. Il est à côté de vous. Il marche avec vous, roule avec vous, lorsque vous conduisez et roulez sur les routes et les chemins.

Il demeure avec vous, il passe du temps avec vous. Il est votre compagnon de route, il est votre équipe, il est avec vous.

Mais non seulement Il sera à vos côtés, mais Il sera aussi à l'intérieur de vous. Il est à vos côtés tout en étant à l'intérieur de vous. Il marche avec vous et Il est à l'intérieur de vous. Il est dans les deux relations avec vous en même temps.

Nous, les êtres humains que nous sommes devenus dans ce monde, ne pouvons pas le comprendre, et beaucoup d'entre nous ne l'accepteront pas, mais rappelez-vous, nous parlons de Dieu, le Saint-Esprit : « Car avec Dieu rien n'est impossible. » Luc 1:37

PRENEZ NOTE Mes chers amis : Nous ne sommes jamais, jamais, jamais, jamais seuls. Le Consolateur veille à ce que nous ne soyons pas orphelins pendant l'absence de Jésus physique.

Le Saint-Esprit, le troisième membre de la divinité, (Matthieu 28:19), est la façon dont Jésus passe du temps avec vous en ce moment. Vous n'êtes pas seuls. Même lorsqu'il semble que tous les humains t'ont abandonné, tu n'es pas seul. Il est là avec toi et en toi si tu es chrétien.

Alors n'ayez pas peur : « Dieu ne nous a pas donné un esprit de crainte, mais de puissance, d'amour et de sagesse. » II Timothée 1:7

Jésus a dit : « Ne craignez pas ceux qui tuent le corps sans pouvoir tuer l'âme, mais craignez plutôt celui qui peut détruire l'âme et le corps dans la géhenne. » Matthieu 10:28

Les chrétiens peuvent dire avec audace : "Le Seigneur est mon aide, (par le Saint-Esprit intérieur), et je ne crains pas ce que l'homme me fera". (Hébreux 13:6).

Le rôle de l'assistant est d'apporter ce que Jésus apporterait s'il était là. La façon dont Jésus est avec vous, la façon dont Jésus est en vous, c'est par le travail du Saint-Esprit avec et en vous.

Après que Saul se soit converti et soit devenu l'apôtre Paul, la Bible dit : « L’Église était en paix dans toute la Judée, la Galilée et la Samarie ; elle s’édifiait, Marchait dans la crainte du Seigneur et progressait par l’assistance du Saint-Esprit. » Actes 9:31

Cette année, il est temps que les congrégations des Églises du Christ, (Romains 16:16) se multiplient alors que nous marchons « dans la crainte du Seigneur et dans la consolation du Saint-Esprit. »

Maintenant que nous avons établi qui est le Consolateur, le Saint-Esprit, et ce qu'il fait, la question est de savoir comment nous faisons l'expérience du Saint-Esprit ?

Comment établissons-nous la connexion avec le Consolateur afin que Jésus devienne une réalité vivante dans notre vie ?

Nous savons qu'il est présent avec nous et en nous, parce que la Parole de Dieu le dit. Mais nous voulons aussi le savoir parce que nous expérimentons Sa présence.

En d'autres termes, COMMENT ACTIVER SA PUISSANCE DANS NOTRE VIE ?

À suivre dans la troisième partie …

Le Dieu du Ciel est si bon. Nous vous aimons tous tellement.

Samuel Matthews

Pour rejoindre toutes les parties : #Qui_est_le_Saint_Esprit_Qc_2023

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Texte édité et adapté par Gilles Boucher

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