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cressidagrey · 7 months ago

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It's a Love Story - Chapter 9

Summary:

Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.

Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.

And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.

Warning:

Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible. Racism against Illyrians/Lesser Faes?

If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.

Rhys had the seething hot realisation that he had really fucked up on Winter Solstice.

Before that…well. He could still pretend.

Pretend that maybe Azriel just needed time. That he just needed…time to adjust and would get over himself eventually.

Would get over Solstice two years ago. Would get over Mor finding her mate in Emerie… Would get over it all.

That it was just him moping and licking his wounds and he would be back to normal. That maybe he just needed to punch Rhys, get it out of his system and it would be done.

So Rhys had baited him.

Repeatedly.

Azriel didn’t fight. Didn’t protest.

As a boy…Az had attacked snarling and growling, furious and vicious.

Rhys had waited for that same exact result.

Nothing of that sort had happened.

Now…Now Azriel just looked at him, eyes dark and cold…

“Why should I tell you? I may trust you with this court, Rhysand, but I do not trust you with anything I love. Not anymore.”

And then he turned and left. Not giving them a second look.

Rhys could just stare at him.

He had expected anger, protests, anything. But this...this was worse.

This was Azriel putting him on notice that he didn't trust Rhys at all anymore.

For a moment it was silent.

Then Cassian broke it.

"Give me one good reason, why I shouldn't fucking snap your neck for talking to my brother like that," Cassian seethed. "One reason."

"I didn't...think...

"You didn't think?" Cassian repeated, his voice sharp and incredulous. "Really? You didn't think that your words and actions could have a negative impact on Azriel? You just expected him to be fine after you basically told him that you don't trust him to act like an adult around Elain? That you think Elain and Mor are more important than him? You're unbelievable, Rhys."

"I did what was best for the court," Rhys protested feebly.

"Yes, a spymaster that doesn't trust his High Lord is incredibly good for our court," Cassian agreed with a sage nod, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You told him to go to a fucking pleasure hall and pay for it? You told Azriel of all people that?! What is fucking wrong with you, Rhys?!"

Rhys let out a frustrated sigh. "I was trying to make a point, Cassian," he said. "He wasn't really in love with Elain, he just liked the idea of her."

Cassian gaped at Rhys, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "That's bullshit, Rhys, and you know it," he snapped. "Azriel had feelings for Elain, real feelings. Maybe still has them. Who knows. He was ready to die, so that Lucien could live. He did that for her. Tell me to my face again that he didn't really love her."

Rhys ran a hand over his face, his frustration clear. "I...I may have underestimated the depth of Azriel's feelings for Elain," he admitted grudgingly. "But my duty as High Lord is to protect my court first and foremost. And I really didn't want to deal with a Blood Duel. Beron was still in play then, before Eris got rid of him. If he got wind..."

"I understand your duties, Rhys," Cassian said, his voice gentler now. "But you went too far this time. You crossed a line, and Azriel feels betrayed and hurt. You dismissed his feelings as if they didn't matter, and that's not right. He's not just your spymaster or soldier, he's your brother."

He was. Which was exactly why Rhys didn't want him anywhere near that particular powder keg at that time. And then Elain had already chosen her mate, and Rhys thought with that...it was done.

"He's just being stubborn. He'll get over himself eventually," Rhys said. Right?

That's how far he got, before Cassian punched him straight into the nose.

Rhys stumbled back, clutching his nose. "What the hell, Cassian?" he demanded, his voice muffled by the blood gushing from his nose.

Cassian stared at him, his expression unreadable. "You are really, really stupid, Rhys. Idiotic. Azriel’s not being stubborn, he's heartbroken. Hurt. Betrayed. And you treat his feelings as if they are nothing!"

Rhys winced, his eyes watering from the pain and the accusation in Cassian's words. "I...I just wanted to protect him. I thought it was for the best..."

Cassian barked out a sharp laugh. "You were doing more harm than good, Rhys. You can't just push someone's feelings aside because it's convenient for you. That's not how relationships work, especially not between brothers."

"And what the fuck were you thinking when you told him to behave about Mor?! Did you ever even consider to maybe try and get Mor to talk to Azriel? That maybe that would be a good solution? Make her apologise for treating him like she did treat him? Azriel had every fucking right to be hurt and angry at her. He would have had every fucking right and Mor would have needed to accept that!"

Rhys winced again. "I...I just didn't want any… arguments, Cassian. Mor and Emerie are happy now. I didn't want to dredge up old hurts and cause tensions within the court."

"So because Azriel keeps his feelings quiet and doesn't complain, you just treated him like shit. Great job, High Lord," Cassian drawled.

Rhys flinched at Cassian's words. Deep down he knew Cassian was right. He had been too focused on preserving the peace and avoiding conflict, that he had overlooked and dismissed Azriel's feelings.

"Azriel has done everyhting in his power to make everybody around him comfortable. Nobody ever does the same for him," Cassian said darkly. "I fucked up too, you know. With Mor. With not being there when I should be...but at least I never told Azriel to Behave like he is either your dog or a child." Cassian shook his head. "I have no fucking clue if you even can fix this, Rhys, even if you wanted to. He clearly doesn't trust you at all anymore."

That had just become very fucking clear.

"I...I never meant to hurt him," Rhys said, his voice cracking. "I just...I thought I was doing what was best for him. For everyone."

"Azriel was willing to go to war for you," Cassian said sharply. "We both were. We knew that everything involving you and Feyre and Tamlin was a war waiting too happen. But we took that risk. And hwne it was time for you to take that risk for your brother, you chose your court over him, Rhys. I get it. I understand why you did it, even if I disagree...I could forgive you that. BUt you telling Azriel to go to a pleasure hall, because he doesn't know his own feelings..."

Rhys felt the weight of Cassian's words settling in his gut like a heavy stone. He had never considered that his actions could be interpreted that way. "But...you have to understand, Cassian. I have responsibilities, a duty to the Night Court and its people. I have to consider the impact every decision has."

“And in this, you were also Azriel’s brother,” Cassian cut him off. “I don’t care about your reasoning. You need to start with a fucking apology. You treated him worse than you would every other of your soldiers.”

Rhys swallowed.

To say that Cassian was furious…That was a fucking understatmeent.

And even if…even if he ignored this…there was something else that…

"His mother..." he wasn't sure how to ask that question.

"Azriel made that decision," Cassian said calmly. "He didn't want you to feel like that was in any way your fault because you sealed Velaris for 50 years. Quite frankly...I think Azriel's mother has been searching for an excuse not to see him anymore for a very long time."

Rhys' expression fell, the weight of guilt pressing down on him even more heavily now, if that was even possible. "I...I didn't know," he said quietly. "I...I really didn't know that it had come to this between Azriel and his mother. I...I really didn't, Cassian, I swear."

"Of course you didn't. We kept it from you," Cassian said drily. "Azriel does know how to keep a secret. Which we have just seen. I had absolutely no clue that he has met his mate."

Rhys swallowed. This should...It should have been...something happy that Azriel met his mate. He should have been telling Rhys and Cassian all about it, eyes alight with excitement and not...not spit it out just to spite Rhys.

He had really messed it up this time, hadn't he? Rhys knew that he had to make things right with Azriel, even if it meant facing the hard truth about how he had failed him as a brother and a High Lord.

"Who do you think she is?" he asked weakly.

Cassian stared at him. "I don't fucking care. She can be Sellyn Drake for all I care and I'll be her very best friend as long as she treats Azriel well and makes him happy," Cassian told him tightly. "And you...You'll keep out of it."

Rhys recoiled as if he had been slapped, but he knew Cassian was righr. He had lost the right to be involved in Azriel's personal life, and it was his own fault.

"An apology is the least you owe Azriel, Rhys. And you owe Mor the fucking truth as well. Namely that the only reason that Azriel is probably civil to her, is that you ordered him to. Actually, you owe all of us the truth."

Rhys grimaced. He knew that he had to come clean and face the consequences of his actions, even if it meant causing more chaos and unrest within his court. "Feyre is going to kill me," he mumbled under his breaht. Cassian didn't look sorry in the slightest.

"Then you shouldn't have behaved like a fucking asshole," Cassian gave back flatly. "Let's go back to Velaris. We'll have this discussion now.”

Rhys nodded, a sense of resignation washing over him. He took a deep breath and steeled himself for the difficult conversation that was awaitng him.

"What happened to your nose?" Feyre asked as soon as he entered the River House. "Where's Az?"

"I broke it," Cassian gave back drily. "Don't worry, Rhysand deserves worse."

Rhys grimaced at the thought of having to explain the whole situation to Feyre. "Azriel...he got...upset. We had a fight. And Cassian punched me. It's...it's complicated," Rhys mumbled.

"Correction," Cassian snapped. "You were an utter prick to Azriel, who decided that he would rather spent Winter Solstice with his mate that none of us knew existed. And I punched you, because you didn't even fucking understand what you did wrong in the first place."

Feyre's eyes widened in disbelief as she listened to Cassian's explanation. "Rhys, what is he talking about?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Why would Azriel get so upset?"

"Because apparently, Little Rhysie in his infinite wisdom, did not only tell Azriel and I quote "If you want to fuck somebody, go to a pleasure hall and pay for it," when he found out about Azriel's crush on Elain, but has also apparently spent the last 2 years telling my brother to "behave" like he's some kind of dog," Cassian said sarcastically. Rhys grimaced. "You should consider yourself lucky that I only broke your nose," Cassian told him darkly. "I ought to fucking throttle you for doing this to Az."

Shock and anger poured all over the mating bond and he met Feyre’s eyes with no small amount of trepidation.

Feyre stared at him, her expression a mix of shock and disappointment. "Is that true, Rhys? Did you really say that to Azriel?"

"Feyre Darling..." he started.

*Did you really tell Azriel "If you want to fuck somebody, go to a pleasure hall and pay for it.”?* she demanded mentally.

Rhys winced, knowing that he couldn't lie to Feyre through the bond. *I...I may have said something along those lines,* he admitted reluctantly.

Feyre narrowed her eyes at Rhys. "And the whole 'behave' thing?" she asked sharply.

Rhys looked down, unable to meet Feyre's gaze. "I...I may have used that phrase a few times," he said quietly.

"A few times?" Feyre repeated, her voice rising in anger. "How many times, Rhys? How many times did you tell Azriel to 'behave' because of his feelings for Elain?"

“It wasn’t about Elain. It was also about Mor,“ Cassian said drily.

“What?“ Mor demanded.

Rhys winced as he realized that the truth was about to come out.

"Mor, I-"

Mor's eyes narrowed as she took in Rhys' reaction. "Tell me, Rhysand. What did you say to Azriel about me?"

Rhys sighed heavily, knowing that he couldn't avoid this conversation anymore. "I...I may have told Azriel to 'behave' around you and Emerie. I was afraid that his feelings for you would cause tension within the court."

Mor's eyes widened in disbelief. "You told him to behave around me?” She swallowed these beautiful brown eyes lined with tears. “You…I thought…I thought he was…he was happy for us but it’s was only because you told him to behave. I let him be, I didn’t try to talk to him, because he seemed fine.”

Rhys winced at Mor's words, feeling the weight of his actions. "I thought it would be easier for everyone, Mor.”

“Easier to make him lie?” Mor asked him, her voice tight. “Easier to forbid him to express his actual feelings? I know…I didn’t behave right with him but I thought we were better. But we weren’t. He was just acting like everything was fine so you wouldn’t lay into him and punish him for misbehaving!”

Rhys felt a pang of guilt in his chest. "I...I never meant to hurt him, Mor. I thought I was doing what was best for everyone."

Mor shook her head, her eyes shimmering with tears. "You weren't doing what was best for him. You were doing what was easiest for you."

Rhys dropped his gaze, knowing that he had brought this situation upon himself. "I...I don't know how to make it right," he admitted. "I've lost his trust, and I don't know if I can ever earn it back."

Amren huffed, crossing her arms, her dark eyes glittering with annoyance. "Well, you certainly made a mess of things, Rhysand." She leaned in closer, her voice low and intense. "But you'd better find a way to fix it. And fast. Because we're not just talking about Azriel here. We're talking about the future of this court."

Rhys nodded tightly. "I know," he said quietly.

He was very much aware what it would mean to their court if Azriel decided to leave them. The disadvantage they woul find themselves in…and this didn’t even start to cover the personal loss of losing his brother.

“Leave him be,” Nesta said at that moment.

Rhys turned to Nesta, his expression conflicted. "I can't just do nothing, Nesta. He's my brother,” he told his sister-in-law, but Nesta wasn’t having it, sticking out her chin.

"And yet you treated him like some kind of attack dog who needed to be kept under control. That's not how you treat a brother, Rhys," she seethed. “I ought to stab you.”

Rhys flinched at Nesta's words, knowing that she was right. "I know," he said quietly. "I was wrong, and I need to make things right with him."

"You sure as hell better," Cassian growled. "Azriel doesn't deserve any of this bullshit."

***

To his surprise… Sky was at home.

He hadn’t thought she would be there…he thought he would be greeted by an annoyed Hector, who would be bitchy that it was him coming home and not Sky.

But Hector was nowhere to be seen. He could hear his meowing though.

He found his mate buried in their bed, seemingly all the blankets in the house put on top of herself…and Hector pawing at the mountain of blankets, demanding to be let in.

"Are you hiding from the world, my love?" He asked softly, as he crawled into the bed next to her, lifting a few blankets so Hector could slither underneath them, which he did immediately. He carefully pulled the blankets away from her face and Sky looked at him, eyes red from crying.

In the same breath he suddenly picked up the salty scent of tears. That was all he needed to pull her into his arms.

“I thought you were having dinner with your family,” Sky whispered, her voice hoarse, burying her face against his chest.

“Didn’t end well,” he told her drily. “Yours?”

“Didn’t end well either,” she said with a laugh that turned into a sob.

A soft sniffle. No. Not again. He couldn’t deal with her crying. He couldn’t…it ripped apart his hear to see his mate like that and he held her tighter."It's all right, love," he murmured, holding her close. "I'm here with you now. Let it all out." He gently ran his hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her.

"Tell me what's happened," he said gently, his voice filled with concern.

“I…I am a ho…horrible p…person,” Sky whimpered.

He nearly wanted to laugh at the pure ridiculousness of that statement. Sky, the sweetest person he had ever met, a horrible person? Not possible.

"You're not a horrible person," he said firmly. "Not at all. You're the kindest, most compassionate person I've ever met."

“I…I to…told Cl…Claire th…that at le…least I…I do…don’t ha…have my si…sister’s slop…sloppy se…seconds.”

He needed a moment to parse it, her stutter worse than he had ever heard it.

“What?” he could just ask dumbly as he blinked. Sky? Sky had said what?!

“I…I to…told Cl…Claire th…that at le…least I…I do…don’t ha…have my si…sister’s slop…sloppy se…seconds,” she repeated and began to cry again, hiding her face in her hands. “I…I am a ho…horrible p…person,” she whimpered.

Azriel gently took her hands in his, guiding them away from her face. "You're not a horrible person, sweetheart," he said firmly.

She wasn’t.

He highly doubted that Sky had said that without…without her sister saying something worse first.

And it wasn’t like it wasn’t…"Besides…you said nothing that wasn’t true,” Azriel said drily.."

Sky hiccuped out a laugh and then started crying in the earnest again.

“That’s why you are so upset?” He asked softly, against her warm skin. “You aren’t a horrible person. I swear.

“N..no.” Sky said softly. “I…I am ne..never se…seeing them again.”

Azriel's heart sank at her words. "Your family? Why…why are you never seeing them again?"

“I…I am ne..never se…seeing them again. Not after what they…they said.” She was dead serious. He could hear that in her voice.

And it was…

Azriel's heart clenched at the thought of her severing ties with her family, of her…they treated her horrible but Sky loved them. Sky loved them so much. So much more than they deserved. "What did they say, sweetheart?" he asked gently.

Sky took a shaky breath, struggling to get the words out. "They... They said…said so…some things," she whispered, her voice quavering. "Things I can't…I can’t for…forgive them for."

"What did they say, sweetheart?" he asked again, his voice gentle yet firm. "I want to know."

He wanted to know. And then he wanted to kill them for upsetting her like this.

Sky closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. "You do…don’t want to know."

Azriel took her face in his hands, gently wiping away her tears. "I do want to know," he corrected her softly. "Because whatever they said, it hurt you, and I want to be there for you."

“They…They had a pro…problem with the fact that you were Ill…Illyrian,” she whispered.

Ah. “You don’t need to say anything more,” he said wryly. “But I promise that I have heard worse. If you still want to be around them…” he hated how they treated sky but he was not about to let her cut off contact with her family just because they didn’t like him. He could deal with that. He had survived worse.

Sky shook her head fiercely. "No,” she said, her voice so weak…and so definitive. “No.”

Azriel's heart swelled with love for her as she stood her ground. "I understand, sweetheart," he murmured, pulling her closer. "If that's what you want, I'll stand by you, whatever you decide. But I don't want you to make this decision because of me."

“They…They told me that you were a cre…creature and a mo..monster and that they were surprised you hadn’t rip…ripped me apart. My father threatened to disinherit me if I didn’t give up the m…mating bond. So I told him I never wanted to hear a single word from him ever again,” she whispered, her voice growing stronger.

Azriel's eyes darkened with anger as she recounted the hurtful things her family had said about him. He tightened his arms around her.

"I'm so sorry, Sky," he whispered. "You don't deserve any of this. And your family doesn't deserve you."

“I coul…couldn't just…just sit there and let them say those ter…terrible things about you, about us,” Sky whispered. “I can't be around people who would say those kinds of things about the person I love the most in the world."

“…you love me?” He whispered in wonder.

She loved him? She chose him? Even over her family? Even…

Sky looked up at him, these blue eyes looking at him. “Yes. More than anything.”

He swallowed, his heart swelling.

"I love you too, Sky. More than anything," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so grateful that I have you in my life."

Sky smiled, her eyes shining with love. "You….You don't have to do a…anything to deserve me, Azriel. You just have to be yourself. That's all I've ever wanted. And I wouldn't change a thing about you. You're perfect, just the way you are."

Azriel felt a lump form in his throat. "I'm far from perfect, Sky," he said, his voice rough. "But I promise you, I will always do my best to make you happy. That's all I want."

He pressed soft kisses all over her face, making her giggle softly.

“Let’s just have our own Solstice celebration,“ he whispered softly.

Sky smiled at the idea. "Th..That sounds p…perfect," she whispered. “Just the two of us, together. It's a..all I need."

There still was a rabbit he had hunted in the cooling cabinet…and so while Azriel took care of cooking thst, Sky was making…something that involved stale bread, milk, eggs and plenty of sugar for dessert.

Azriel smiled as he watched her work. "What in the world are you making, love?" he asked, peeking over her shoulder. "It smells delicious."

Sky grinned, holding up the bowl she was stirring. "It's…It’s a bread pudding," she said. "I found an old recipe in a c…cookbook. It's supposed to be a t…traditional Winter Solstice dessert."

Azriel raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You never cease to amaze me, sweetheart," he said, chuckling. "I can't wait to try it." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek, his heart full of adoration for her.

Sky blushed at his affection. "I just hope it turns out okay," she said, adding a pinch of cinnamon to the mix. "But even if it doesn't, it will be p…perfect just because we're together."

Azriel smiled at her words, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "You're right," he said softly. "As long as we're together, it doesn't matter what we eat or what we do. Just being with you is a gift in itself."

“You should write poetry,” his mate told him sweetly and he couldn’t help but laugh. He had picked up one of the poetry books she kept weeks ago and had found the whole thing… well. As long as Sky liked it…

Azriel chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't think I have the talent for poetry, sweetheart," he said, grinning. "But I'm glad you think so highly of me."

Sky playfully nudged him with her shoulder. "Oh come on, I'm sure you could write the most beautiful sonnets if you r…really tried," she teased. "I've heard you whisper s…sweet nothings in my ear before, and they sound pretty poetic to me."

Azriel laughed and wrapped his arms around her. “I'll leave the sonnets to the experts and just continue whispering sweet nothings to you instead,” he promised her softly.

“Sounds perfect to me,” she agreed brightly.

Dinner with Sky was better than any dinner with the inner circle could be. Roasted rabbit and crusty bread, followed by caramel bread pudding…

And then it was just him and Sky wrapped into each others arms on the couch, with Hector stretched out in front of the fireplace, blankets wrapped around him…

They had promised each other to not go overboard with gifts. But clearly oone of them had not listened, which hadn’t been him… there was a pile of wrapped gifts appearing on the couch table.

Azriel raised an eyebrow at the pile of gifts, chuckling. "Well, someone certainly didn't stick to our agreement, did they?" he teased, glancing at Sky with a playful smile. "Not that I mind, of course," he added, reaching for one of the packages. "I just hope my gift isn't embarrassingly small in comparison."

“…I…I only got you o…one thing,“ Sky admitted weakly, staring at the pile of gift.

Then who… Azriel stared at the shadows who were swirling happily around sky.

“I think I know the culprit,” he said drily.

*I thought I told you not to buy her anything new,* he told them drily.

*We didn’t!* they assure him.

Azriel chuckled at the insistent swirling of the shadows. "I don't know, love," he said with a grin. "It seems like my shadows are feeling particularly generous this year." He reached for the nearest gift and handed it to her. "Here, why don't you open this one first?"

“You got me something?” Sky asked the shadows. “You shouldn’t have! I didn’t get anything for you!”

Azriel laughed, knowing that it was pointless to try and reason with the shadows when they were in a playful mood like this. "They don't care about that, love," he said, nudging her gently. "They just want to make you happy. Go on, open it."

Azriel had no idea what to even give the shadows anyway. *You could give us permission to ruin her sisters life,* they told him brightly

Azriel laughed again, shaking his head. *As tempting as that may be, I don’t think that's the best way to spread the holiday cheer,* he said drily.

*She deserves it,* the shadows murmured. *We wouldn’t outright kill her…*

*No, you’ll find some mischievous and chaotic way to torment her and make her life miserable,* he retorted with a grin. *Don’t physically harm her,* he warned them quietly. Tacit approval. The shadows danced in the spot as Sky opened the first box. Velvet wrapped.

Jewellery.

A chicken egg sized sapphire in the middle of a necklace consisting out of sapphire and diamonds. He just sighed. Sky stared.

“Please…Please t…tell me that’s n..not r..real,“ she said weakly, her voice shaking.

*Of course it’s real,* the shadows assured her like even the suggestion of it being fake was an affront. *Master’s mate doesn’t wear fake gems!*

Azriel would have liked to face palm.

"I'm afraid the shadows insist that they only give the best for their master's mate," he said wryly.

„This must have cost a fortune!“ Sky protested. “Where am I even supposed to wear it?“

Azriel chuckled, "I wouldn't waste my breath trying to argue with the shadows. And as for where you're supposed to wear it, well… anywhere you want, really, love."

*Please tell me you didn’t steal that,* he told the shadows

*We didn't! We got it fair and square!* the shadows protested innocently.

Azriel raised an eyebrow, not quite believing them. *And how exactly did you manage that?* he asked dryly.

*We paid for it,* they told him innocently, fluttering around like they hadn’t bought her the biggest and most expensive sapphire he had ever seen.

“I can’t…“ Sky trailed off.

“You’ll break their heart if you turn it down,“ Azriel said with a sigh."Just accept it, love," he said gently. "They mean well, even if they have a tendency to overdo it sometimes,” he said pointedly, something the shadows happily ignored. "They have their own line of credit, so whatever they buy is theirs to do with as they please," he said drily.

Sky grimaced, staring down at the necklace…

"Please…please tell me there isn't…isn’t more pr…priceless je…jewellery in that stack?" she asked with a grimace. "

Azriel laughed, "I wish I could tell you that, but knowing the shadows, I wouldn't be surprised if they've bought you enough jewelry to start your own royal collection."

They had behaved...mostly.

If one ignored the hair comb dripping with some other blue stone...and the earrings that matched that necklace...and the quill that he was pretty sure was encrusted with actual diamonds.

Otherwise they had procured plenty of books for Sky, and had somehow found her a whole stack of notebooks…

(He was pretty sure they lied to him when they told him that they hadn’t bought any of this stuff knew. Where had they kept it otherwise?!)

Azriel couldn't help but shake his head in amusement as Sky opened each gift one by one. "Well, at least they managed to keep it under control for the most part," he said with a wry smile. "But knowing them, I'm sure there's still more where that came from."

Sky's eyes widened as she looked at all the gifts. "This is too much," she protested weakly. "I don't deserve all of this," she muttered. He would have argued, but instead he just pressed a kiss to her temple. "Thank you very much," she thanked the shadows that happily twirled around her hair at her words.

Azriel chuckled, watching the shadows twirling in the air around Sky's head. "I think you just made their day," he said with a grin. "They're always happy to spoil you, love."

"I…I just hope they re…realize that I have a…absolutely no place to wear all of this," she said with a laugh. "I don't want to look like a walking jewelry store every time I leave the house…"

Azriel chuckled, "Well, they do have a bit of a tendency to go overboard when it comes to their gifts. But I can't really blame them, they just want to make you happy." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek, his eyes twinkling with love. "And you deserve everything and more, love, even if it makes you look like a walking jewelry store every once in a while."

She melted into the kiss.

"I went a very different route for your gift," she told him drily, handing him a sole gift bag.

The first thing he pulled from it was a tin of tuna.

The laughter was immediate. He couldn't help it. Deep belly laughter, his amusement apparent, warmth filling his chest. Azriel couldn't help but burst into laughter as he pulled the tin of tuna from the gift bag. "Is this for Hector or for me?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"I did promise to buy you tuna," Sky gave back with a laugh. "I just thought it would set the tone for the second gift."

The second gift he pulled from the bag was a knitted sweater. Slits down the back for his wings...made out of thick and warm and soft black yarn.

Azriel's laughter faded into a gentle smile as he took in the knitted sweater. "Sky, is this..." He trailed off, fingers brushing the soft, warm fabric. "Did you make this?"

"I did promise to knit you a sweater too," she said simply.

Azriel couldn't help but melt at her words, feeling his heart fill with warmth. "You remembered," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe you made this for me, sweetheart." He pulled Sky into a tight embrace, feeling her heart beat in sync with his. "It's perfect," he murmured, his voice muffled against her hair. "Just like you."

"I'm glad you like it," Sky said softly. "I know it's not as a King’s ransom in diamonds… but I wanted to give you something that was made with love."

Azriel pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, his expression softening even more. "It means so much more to me because you made it," he said, his voice tender. "I'll cherish it always, just like I cherish you. Though I must admit my present is going to pale in comparison to that egg sized sapphire too," he told her drily.

Sky laughed, leaning into Azriel's embrace. "Well, to be fair, it's hard to compete with a sapphire that size," she said with a grin. "But I'm sure whatever you got me is perfect, even if it's not worth a small fortune."

It kinda was though. Even though it didn't look that way…mostly because he had spent a good few weeks until he had found a stone that even had a chance to stand next to her eyes. An oval sapphire flanked by two diamonds...set in white gold.

Azriel handed her the last box, trying to appear nonchalant. "Here, open this one," he said, trying to hide his nervousness. "I hope you like it."

Sky carefully untied the silk ribbon wrapped around the box and lifted the lid, her eyes widening in awe as she took in the ring inside.

"Marry me," it burst out of him.They had already accepted a mating bond. A marriage would be nothing more than a couple of vows in front of a priestess. But he...he wanted...

Azriel's heart was racing as he watched Sky's reaction to the ring, hoping and praying that she felt the same way he did. "I know that we already have the mating bond," he said softly. "But I want more than that, sweetheart. I...I want everything."

These devastating eyes lifted, looking at him."I want to spend every day for the rest of my life by your side," he continued, his voice rough with emotion. "I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep holding you every night. I want to build a life with you, a family with you." He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "And I want to make it official, in every way possible. Will you marry me, Sky?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Yes, a hundred times yes. I want all of that too, and more. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, to be by your side every step of the way. I want to build a life together, a family together."

Quite frankly, Azriel thought that this Winter Solstice may be the best one he ever had, as she kissed him.

"We could get started on making that family," Sky told him, biting her lips as she pulled back. "You know how High Fae fertility can be...could take us decades..."

Azriel's eyes widened at her words, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, love?" he asked, his voice low and raspy as he pulled her close.

Sky nodded, her expression shy and hopeful as she looked up at him. "I…I want to be a mother s…someday," she said softly. "And I can't think of anyone I'd rather have children with than you."

Azriel felt his heart melt at her words. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found someone who loved him as much as Sky did. "I want that too, love," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Nothing would make me happier than to have a family with you."

#acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel x oc #azriel fanfic #azriel fanfiction #it’s a love story

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whilereadingandwalking · 2 years ago

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What We Don't Talk About When We Talk About Fat by Aubrey Gordon is a must-read. For everyone. It reframes our conversations about weight stigma, fatness, and the lies we've been told about weight.

Fat people's very existence is seen as damaging. Our fatness is on us, and so it's not society's problem when we are harassed, uncomfortable, insulted. This is despite scientific evidence that people are not in control of their body weight, that diets do not work and can actually damage metabolism permanently, and that the fight against childhood obesity does little except increase weight stigma. In this book, Gordon unpacks the myths, how they set up a hierarchy of bodies, and how these things might be able to change with concerted effort by both fat and "straight-size" people.

I have so much to say about this brilliantly written book, but mostly, I just feel less alone after reading this book. I am "small/mid-fat," still able to find my size at least in some stores, experiencing discomfort and prejudice but not outright barred from access or subjected to straight abuse. I experience a small thrill every time my blood pressure is perfect, because 9 out of 10 nurses give me a look of surprise when it is. I have been told that "it wouldn't hurt to eat better and exercise often" about a sinus infection. I have had flight attendants argue with me when I tell them I need a seatbelt extender because they find it hard to believe I'm "that big." I have been crammed into dresses that are too small for me and reassured that I am not "big enough to need an 18," even as I insist that's my size. I have watched loved ones laugh at fat suit jokes or movies where the joke is that a fat person thinks she's deserving of desire. And I'm a size 18–20. I have only scratched the surface of what fat people face.

This book is full of things that I didn't know about the depth and complexity and realities of weight stigma in this country. It made me feel furious, validated, and seen. I think everyone should read this book and hope Gordon's work helps us progress forward in the fight for true body justice.

Content warnings for weight stigma, sexual assault/harassment.

#body justice #fat positive #curvy girl #what we don’t talk about when we talk about fat #aubrey gordon #my book reviews #bias in medicine

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englishclubbers · 1 year ago

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Basic vs advanced English sentences

1. I'm very tired. - I'm drained.

2. It's very hot outside. - It's scorching outside.

3. He's very angry. - He's furious.

4. It's very noisy. - It's deafening.

5. I'm very surprised. - I'm astonished.

6. It's very bad. - It's atrocious.

7. I'm very busy. - I'm up to my ears.

8. It's very good. - It's excellent.

9. She's very beautiful. - She's stunning.

10. I'm very scared. - I'm terrified.

11. It's very important. - It's crucial.

12. It's very strange. - It's bizarre.

13. He's very funny. - He's hilarious.

14. It's very dangerous. - It's perilous.

15. I'm very hungry. - I'm famished.

16. It's very simple. - It's straightforward.

17. He's very lazy. - He's indolent.

18. I'm very happy. - I'm elated.

19. It's very clean. - It's spotless.

20. It's very dirty. - It's filthy.

21. I'm very sure. - I'm positive.

22. It's very small. - It's tiny.

23. It's very big. - It's enormous.

24. He's very smart. - He's brilliant.

25. It's very cheap. - It's dirt cheap.

26. It's very expensive. - It's exorbitant.

27. It's very cold. - It's icy.

28. It's very wet. - It's drenched.

29. It's very dry. - It's parched.

30. It's very fast. - It's rapid.

31. It's very slow. - It's sluggish.

32. He's very strong. - He's powerful.

33. She's very weak. - She's frail.

34. I'm very nervous. - I'm anxious.

35. It's very boring. - It's dull.

36. It's very exciting. - It's thrilling.

37. It's very interesting. - It's captivating.

38. It's very rare. - It's scarce.

39. It's very common. - It's widespread.

40. I'm very thirsty. - I'm parched.

41. It's very old. - It's ancient.

42. It's very new. - It's brand new.

43. He's very young. - He's youthful.

44. She's very old. - She's elderly.

45. It's very light. - It's weightless.

46. It's very heavy. - It's hefty.

47. It's very quiet. - It's silent.

48. It's very loud. - It's thunderous.

49. It's very bright. - It's dazzling.

50. It's very dark. - It's pitch black.

51. It's very easy. - It's effortless.

52. It's very hard. - It's arduous.

53. It's very clear. - It's crystal clear.

54. It's very dirty. - It's grimy.

55. I'm very confused. - I'm baffled.

56. It's very sad. - It's heartbreaking.

57. It's very happy. - It's jubilant.

58. It's very windy. - It's gusty.

59. It's very dry. - It's arid.

60. It's very wet. - It's saturated.

61. It's very cloudy. - It's overcast.

62. It's very stormy. - It's tempestuous.

63. It's very quiet. - It's hushed.

64. It's very loud. - It's ear-splitting.

65. It's very quick. - It's lightning fast.

66. It's very slow. - It's lethargic.

67. It's very high. - It's towering.

68. It's very low. - It's depressed.

69. It's very far. - It's distant.

70. It's very near. - It's adjacent.

71. It's very polite. - It's courteous.

72. It's very rude. - It's insolent.

73. It's very expensive. - It's exorbitant.

74. It's very cheap. - It's inexpensive.

75. It's very thick. - It's dense.

76. It's very thin. - It's slender.

77. It's very weak. - It's fragile.

78. It's very strong. - It's robust.

79. It's very hard. - It's solid.

80. It's very soft. - It's tender.

81. It's very fat. - It's obese.

82. It's very skinny. - It's emaciated.

83. It's very cold. - It's frosty.

84. It's very hot. - It's boiling.

85. It's very rough. - It's coarse.

86. It's very smooth. - It's silky.

87. It's very shiny. - It's gleaming.

88. It's very dull. - It's lackluster.

89. It's very small. - It's minuscule.

90. It's very big. - It's colossal.

91. It's very rich. - It's affluent.

92. It's very poor. - It's destitute.

93. It's very important. - It's paramount.

94. It's very unimportant. - It's trivial.

95. It's very strong. - It's mighty.

96. It's very weak. - It's feeble.

97. It's very tasty. - It's delicious.

98. It's very untasty. - It's bland.

99. It's very cheerful. - It's exuberant.

100. It's very quiet. - It's tranquil.

#english #language #learn english #youtube #grammar #education #toefl #teacher #teaching #lesson plan

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xkaidaxxxx · 1 year ago

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Yusei Fudo x Cubby reader pt.2 (happy ending)

Sorry for any errors

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“It’s late!! Where the hell were you?”your mom yelled and then embraced you. “Who was that guy you were with?” Your father asked. “I was watching my friend duel. I’m okay. It’s fun.” You replied with a smile on your face. They were shocked. You were smiling for the first time since you moved back to town. “You didn’t answer me.” Your father spoke. “That’s Jack he gave me a ride home.” You replied walking to your room doing your nightly routine

Months past.

Everything was almost the same. This time Yusei finally confessed to you.

“Happy 2 month anniversary my dear.” He said handing you a single rose with a stuffed bunny. You blushed and took them. “Happy anniversary Yusei.” You replied handing him a basket with snacks and a stuffed bear with a love letter. “Mhm a letter. Let’s see.” He teased you. “Not right now! I’d pass out if you read it now.” You spoke. “I have one more gift for you beautiful.” He said handing you a sticker of your name. “ for your duel runner.”you smiled. “ If it isn’t y/n and Yusei you guys are dating..publicly. Yusei I thought you’d keep it hidden. Dating this mess will make you lose popularity.” Emi spoke. She was furious. “It’s our 2nd month anniversary.” You said confidently. “Broke out of your shell. Dating a duelist must have gotten to you.” She smirked. “I’d advise you to not speak ill about my girlfriend.”Yusei threatened her. “Woah you two are dating?! Yusei you have horrible taste in woman..I mean Emi really..” Jack said. He had a disgusted look on his face. Yeah Jack is an asshole but he cares sometimes. That’s in his nature. “No. My girlfriend is Y/n. Let’s go beautiful.” He said and you guys left in each others duel runners. “ 2 months. That bitch.” Jack heard Emi say. He knew she was planning something in her mind.

Two days went by. You were on cloud 9.

“Alright. Drive to your heart’s content.” You told yourself. Test drive. After a few times around the track you heard a strange noise from your runner then everything went black. “You snake. You want him to yourself you put her at harm.” Jack commented. Lucky for you there were cameras set up. You woke up at the hospital the next morning. Only a cast for your ankle and wrist. Very lucky.

“Can’t believe that fatty survived.” Emi said. “Omg Yusei you must have been so scared.” a random girl spoke to Yusei playing with his jacket. “You’re so sweet to take her to the hospital.” another girl commented while playing with his hair. You were shocked. He didn’t even try to stop them. “You must be so stressed from the accident.” a third girl said touching his chest. You left the room without him noticing you. “I’m sorry ladies but I’m taken by Y/n. The girl from the accident.” He pushed them off. “H-He’s such-how could he?” You said speaking to a friend who picked you up.Jaden. “Cool off then you can call him out on it.” He suggested. “ he said he loves me. Then he’s with some random girls.” You cried remembering all the times of when girls bullied you. Maybe they were right. Maybe no one will love me. I’m a loser. I’m a nobody. I’m just a fat and ugly person you thought. “We’re here.” He said helping you inside. “Thanks Jaden. I appreciate it.” You said as he helped you sit down.

The next day Yusei showed up. You slapped the living crap out of him. “You stupid piece of shit! You asshole how dare you show up! You played me!! Is it because you felt sorry for me!? Guess what I don’t need your pitty! I know I’m fat! I know I have a big stomach and thick thighs. I know I’m not the best looking.” You yelled crying. Jaden also showed up. “U-Uh I’ll come back later.” He said holding snacks and food. “Get inside Jaden.” You ordered. “Y-yes dude? Girl? ma’am?” He hurried on inside. “What are you talking about it y/n? I came because I want to see my girlfriend! You!” Yusei yelled. “You were with 3 other girls! Don’t act stupid! I saw you! They were all up in your business and you didn’t stop them. You nasty dog! I’m not your girlfriend anymore! I’m breaking up with you!” You yelled crying then slammed the door at his face and locked it. “Y/n! Let me explain! It’s not what you think it is! I love you!” Yusei said banging on the door. “Don’t come back here! Don’t you dare ever talk to me again!” You yelled. Jaden was so shocked to even hear you guys arguing. You both ate trying to get past what just happened. Yusei left. He was angry. He’s never felt so much rage in him.

3 weeks went by. Your casts were finally removed. You were ready to leave the house to meet up with Jaden but Yusei showed up. “ I wanted things to cool down…Y/n I’m in love with you. I really am. You didn’t see the rest of it. I pushed them away. I told them you’re my girlfriend…Y/n please believe me…I know what you told me that day..was because you were livid..I love you. I don’t care about your appearance. You’re wonderful. I love using your tummy as a pillow. It’s soft. I love how I feel your thighs when I carry you. I love all of you. How you smile. The way you laugh. It’s cute how you giggle. Your cheeks turn red when you do. I love how your hand feels in mine. Most of all I love how happy you look when you duel on your runner. I see how much you love it. Which is why I always ask to have a race day every Friday just us two. No distractions. I’m in love with you. Please believe me. I’d never cheat on you. You’re my everything. I don’t care what other people think. It’s just you and me Y/n.” He said holding your hands. Squeezing them a bit. He felt nauseous thinking you won’t forgive him because you’re very headstrong. “I love you too. I’m sorry for accusing you. I’m sorry my insecurities got in the way. I’m in love with you.” You said. You both kissed passionately. You felt your heart burst with love. It’s like nothing else mattered in the world. Everything around you was in pause. Just you both in the moment. You loved every second of it. “Mhm princess you’re so wonderful.” He said after you pulled away. “Thanks”you responded pecking his cheek. He held you close not wanting to ever let go. He remembered so many little things that made him happy with you. That made him fall hard. “I love you.” You both said in unison.

#fanfiction #anime #anime and manga #fanfic #yugioh x reader #yusei fudo #jaden yuki #yugioh 5ds #jack atlas #yugioh kaiba #seto kaiba #joey wheeler #yugi mutou #yami yugi #yugioh #yami marik #kaiba brothers

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haha--exposition · 6 months ago

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here's something i've had on the back burner for aaaaages and just can't find the motivation to fully flesh out. i called it "look who's expecting, please!"

You and your spouse have been trying to have children for months but nothing will come of it. You’re desperate to feel your womb packed tight with young and swollen far beyond your torso. Eventually, you are diagnosed with infertility.

It’s utterly soulcrushing, and in one final push to experience what you’ve yearned for since your marriage you ask to unbirth your spouse. They agree to it because they want you to be happy more than anything else in the world. The two of you agree that you get to hold them for as many months as you want, even the full 9 if it makes you happy.

Your belly is obscene since it holds a full grown adult. It turns you into the centre of attention in every room you enter. People walk up to you rubbing your belly and asking you how many you’re holding and when you’re due. They congratulate you on your healthy pregnancy. Colleagues at work tell you you should throw a baby shower soon.

Your body even gets used to the false pregnancy, as your hips widen, your breasts fill with milk and your belly rounds out with amniotic fluid. It leaves you the happiest you’ve ever felt in your entire life. It becomes addicting.

One colleague of yours reveals that he has a massive pregnancy fetish when he begins to flirt with you constantly. It’s not like you’re trying to get rid of him, after all. You know you shouldn’t cheat on your spouse, but the hormones in your body are driving you crazy with need.

You end up making out with him in the supply closet at work. Even though you stop him from initiating anything too sexual, your spouse is furious with you and tries to exit your womb that night.

This sends you into a blind panic. They can’t leave yet! People only started paying attention to your pregnancy, it can’t end yet!

Thinking quickly, you call your colleague and tell him you want him to fuck you while in labour. He’s at your door in less than an hour. Every time his dick meets your spouse’s head, he moans obscenely. They, on the other hand, are even more upset than before, thrashing away inside your belly, which youre resting on as your vagina is plowed.

After he’s come inside you (and no doubt splattered cum all over your spouse’s face) you make him eat you out, and suck him in, as he’s still lost in his own pleasure.

You are even fuller with two people in your womb, now struggling against each other. The movements only turn you on more. You cum just from feeling your enormous belly at least three more times that night.

Feeding two people turns you insatiable, both sexually and physically. You spend most of your days eating madly and begin gaining extra weight rapidly. This nurtures your inner occupants, but it also leaves you dissatisfied. Your pregnancy is disappearing more and more under all this blubber, and people stop commenting on your “babies” and instead start commenting on how fat you’ve gotten.

You try to offset this by going out into public spaces in maternity wear that used to fit but now hardly covers your belly. People can hardly make out the text saying “Proud mom-to-be” on your shirt, it’s stretched impossibly thin between a pair of breasts that leak milk like fountains. They comment on your pregnancy, sure, but even moreso on how you’ve “let yourself go” with it.

You become so upset, that you grab a random person in a mall’s toilet and shove them up your vagina without much thought or care. Three people inside of you begin to struggle again, fighting for space. You quench yourself on water from the sink and as your body develops the extra amniotic fluid you sigh in relief. Your belly juts forward in front of your by at least three feet, and has slipped out even more. Surely, now people will go back to congratulating you on your pregnancy!

You almost get your wish, as you waddle through the town, one hand on the fat rolls of your back, and one on your human sized belly, people stare at you and whisper to themselves. Something about how knocked up you are, how many could be in there, if perhaps you just have one baby that you’ve carried for years. Despite the fact that nobody will walk up to you to speak of your pregnancy, you gladly soak in the attention. Your obscene stomach growls and you make your way to a fast food place nearby. You’re craving grease all of a sudden.

Your cravings only intensify with three “babies” inside you. You’re well on your way to develop a third chin, and your arms have gotten fat enough to struggle with reaching your belly. At this point, it’s hard for you to fit through doors. If it isn’t your belly getting stuck, it’s your obscenely wide hips. And you quickly worry that this will direct attention away from your “pregnancy” again.

Another random person is grabbed from a remove location and moved inside your womb. You rub what little of your belly you can and waddle with heavy steps through a mall. People hear the thud of your footsteps and turn to look at you. They gasp and gawk at your size. They whisper to each other about how inappropriate you look. But that’s not fair. Your maternity dress covers your nipples when you pull it down. See, it’s fine!

But even though you are a spectacle, it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. People are still avoiding you. And you want to feel a hand on your belly again so badly.

This time, you purposefully get stuck in the entrance to a store. People try pushing and pulling you through, to little avail. The whispers all around you about this enormous “thing” get you wet again.

Just then, someone’s hand slips too low on your back. Your wet vagina takes them in so easily, and you are very excited to have another “baby” join your womb. Somebody’s screaming now. Well, that’s quite rude. The people in front of you trying to pull you through the door stop as they see your stomach expand again. You just sweetly ask them if they’d like to feel your babies. All four of them are quite active after all.

Somebody’s filming you. You wave at the camera and tell them that you’re pregnant. After that you hear new footsteps approaching. They talk about breaking you through the door. And maybe carrying you out in something heavy duty. Ideally, they’d have to carry you out of the building in a crane.

Your head spins as you imagine yourself on the news as you’re carried through a hole in the roof. You imagine yourself absorbing two, three, maybe four more people. It makes you moan, as your womb’s occupants wriggle within you. One of the people behind you puts a hand on your butt and you know exactly what to do if they slip any lower.

#writing #unbirthing #realised this isn't getting past the planning stage so. bam #and yes this is what my writing looks like in the planning stage #already pretty written out but not detailed to a point where id really call it “finished”

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mybeautifulchristianjourney · 1 year ago

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A Gentle Answer Turns Away Wrath

1 A soft answer turneth away fury; but a grievous word stirreth up anger.

2 The tongue of the wise useth knowledge aright; but the mouth of the foolish poureth out folly.

3 The eyes of Jehovah are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.

4 Gentleness of tongue is a tree of life; but crookedness therein is a breaking of the spirit.

5 A fool despiseth his father's instruction; but he that regardeth reproof becometh prudent.

6 In the house of a righteous man is much treasure; but in the revenue of a wicked man is disturbance.

7 The lips of the wise disperse knowledge, but not so the heart of the foolish.

8 The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination to Jehovah; but the prayer of the upright is his delight.

9 The way of a wicked man is an abomination to Jehovah; but him that pursueth righteousness he loveth.

10 Grievous correction is for him that forsaketh the path; he that hateth reproof shall die.

11 Sheol and destruction are before Jehovah; how much more then the hearts of the children of men!

12 A scorner loveth not one that reproveth him; he will not go unto the wise.

13 A joyful heart maketh a cheerful countenance; but by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.

14 The heart of an intelligent man seeketh knowledge; but the mouth of the foolish feedeth on folly.

15 All the days of the afflicted are evil; but a cheerful heart is a continual feast.

16 Better is little with the fear of Jehovah than great store and disquietude therewith.

17 Better is a meal of herbs where love is, than a fatted ox and hatred therewith.

18 A furious man stirreth up contention; but he that is slow to anger appeaseth strife.

19 The way of the sluggard is as a hedge of thorns; but the path of the upright is made plain.

20 A wise son maketh a glad father; but a foolish man despiseth his mother.

21 Folly is joy to him that is void of sense; but a man of understanding regulateth his walk.

22 Without counsel purposes are disappointed; but in the multitude of counsellors they are established.

23 A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth; and a word in its season, how good is it!

24 The path of life is upwards for the wise, that he may depart from Sheol beneath.

25 Jehovah plucketh up the house of the proud; but he establisheth the boundary of the widow.

26 The thoughts of the evil man are an abomination to Jehovah; but pure words are pleasant.

27 He that is greedy of gain troubleth his own house; but he that hateth gifts shall live.

28 The heart of a righteous man studieth to answer; but the mouth of the wicked poureth out evil things.

29 Jehovah is far from the wicked; but he heareth the prayer of the righteous.

30 That which enlighteneth the eyes rejoiceth the heart; good tidings make the bones fat.

31 The ear that heareth the reproof of life shall abide among the wise.

32 He that refuseth instruction despiseth his own soul; but he that heareth reproof getteth sense.

33 The fear of Jehovah is the discipline of wisdom, and before honour goeth humility. — Proverbs 15 | Literal Emphasis Translation (LET) The Literal Emphasis Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Genesis 13:8; Leviticus 7:18; Deuteronomy 19:14; Deuteronomy 32:22; Judges 8:1; 1 Kings 1:12; Nehemiah 2:2; Psalm 59:7; Proverbs 1:2; Proverbs 1:7; Proverbs 1:25; Proverbs 8:21; Proverbs 9:7-8; Proverbs 10:1; Proverbs 12:14; Proverbs 13:18; Proverbs 13:20; Proverbs 16:24; Proverbs 18:15; Proverbs 22:5; Proverbs 25:25; Matthew 22:4; John 9:31; Acts 1:24; Ephesians 5:15; 1 Timothy 6:6; 1 Timothy 6:9; 1 Timothy 6:11; Hebrews 4:13; 1 Peter 3:15; Revelation 2:7

#gentle speech #anger #Proverbs 15 #Book of Proverbs #Old Testament #LET #Literal Emphasis Bible Translation

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moxxie-joestar-1950 · 2 years ago

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hello my patriotism, communism & joestarism!

welcome to my army & marine corp! My name's Joseph "Moxxie" Joestar! & I'm the 6 stars general of Joseph Joestar army & my own marine corps! We're read to terrorist attack at fascismo/fascist (Italian pro-fascist), Nazism (Nazi Germany) & nazbolism (nazbol) for the America, CCCP, Great Britain Empire, Australia, Japanese Empire, Italian Empire (anti-fascist), Chinese Empire, French Empire & more!

Ask: open

Message: open

Roleplay/RP: open

Mod-chaos: wait till caine to join me at mod-chaos

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HOLIDAY BREAK: open every day

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1: no racism (vortex hellhound, koichi Zenigata, whisper the wolf, Muhammad Avdol, Usopp & pucci will absolutely kill you with guns & weapons IF you said it in racial slurs like the N-word B/C they're black), fascism/fascismo, terrorism Arab (afghanistan, Taliban, Iraq & Islamic state), slave (Confederate States of America), KKK (Ku Klux Klan), Nazism (Nazi Germany), national socialist (Nazi party), nazbolism (nazbol Russia) & more

2: Only use Hazbin Hotel, helluva boss, lackadaisy, the amazing digital circus (TADC), SMG4, GG&C (guns, gore & cannoli), sonic the hedgehog (STH), five night's at freedy's female character (FNAF), Friday night funkin female character (FNF), murder drones female character (MD) & undertale female character (UT)

3: post of the 7th of deadly sinners still posting every day that what sinners you are (pride the leader of sins, greed the money maker, lust the lesbian vore, envy the copyrights/copycat, gluttony the starvation to eat food of queen bee-lzebub's town/city, wrath the anger/furious of terrorism/terrorist & sloth the laziness of worker)

4: vore art creator will draw/make ALL female character of FNAF, FNF, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, STH, TTG, TH & MD vore (stomach tighter, tight fits, face imprint, arm imprint, leg imprint, hand imprint, feet imprint, entrapment, butt entrapment, diaper entrapment, diaper vore, earring vore, plant vore, animal vore, soft vore (non-digest/no digestion), thick neck, tight bulge, neck bulge, living fat, body part vore, drink vore/straw vore, heart vore, vines, sneak vore, inventory vore (like TV, computer & more) elastic, elastic vore, tail vore, stomach sound, mumbling sound, pipe vore, suit vore & vacuum vore)

4: DO NOT use Farcry 5, lackadaisy, JJBA & TADC on vore or you'll banned from my account

5: all female character of FNAF, FNF, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, STH, teen titans go! (TTG), teen titans (TT) & murder drones (MD) will always wear the Stolas outfit, Stolas father outfit, raven outfit & latex rubber superhero suit (Latex rubber dress with skirt & tops (choose one)

+ Latex rubber gloves (choose one of type & size)

+ Latex rubber boots (choose one of type & size)

+ Latex rubber longest capes (pick any color on outside & inside)

+ Latex rubber ski mask with zippers on eye holes & no mouth holes (IF you wanted) + shapes icon with their name (choose one of shapes icon) or head icon = Latex rubber superhero suit) at October-8 (lesbian day) & August-8 (vore day)

9: draw a Californian territory military from my rule 10 IF you good at draw

10 all Hazbin Hotel, helluva boss, lackadaisy, the amazing digital circus (TADC), SMG4, GG&C, Farcry 5, STH & five night's at freedy's wears a suits, vests, tie, hat & use the guns & cars/vehicle of 1920's, 30's 50's & 60's (uniform of military, police & Capone coming soon)

11: anonymous shall not aloud on ask box forever

Good luck out there & follow my rules! Also follow them on my favorite ask bloggers!

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eleven441 · 1 year ago

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The Jetz 1 WWE

(ft. The Bloodline, Jey USO , Tenaya, Naomi and other WWE superstars)

(based on fast an furious, idk which one though 🤷 maybe 6 or 7)

"So how the hell are we gonna handle the black 9's when they roll through!!!" Yelled Jey, my husband.

He was yelling at Sami Zayn, a close family friend. Incase your asking , Jey was yelling it him because we didn't have any weapons in place. We wanted to get back at the Black 9's for ambushing our company for agents , spies and hackers. HE , was in charge of the weapons we needed to get back at em.

The Black 9 is a mafia gang, made up of some of the toughest people ever known. Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor, Dominic masterio (aka mop top😆🖕) , JD whatever in one section and sadly... The people in the other section is our family. Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, and. Roman Reigns.

Jey was hella mad , but that turned me on , Soo much. He was smoking hot, in his jet black suit and a black bandana in his head. I was wearing some leather black track pants, a grey vest and some sneakers. With a black F1 racing jacket.

"For the last time, I don't know. I've looked everywhere. They were , where they were supposed to be!" Jey looked at him with a furious face and then calmed down. "Look Sami , I just want you to find every weapon you lost, aight!?" He said looking him in the eye."Yes sir" he sighed rolling his eyes.

Jey quickly turned away from him and stormed Into the kitchen were I was. I heard everything because I was in the next room. "So what the FUCK we gonna do now ? " I asked with a slight frown on my face.

" I don't even know baby" He walked to me and pulled my chin to his mouth to give me a sweet little kiss. He also kissed our son. I was holding him in the arms. "Don't worry Jas , daddy gonna figure it out"

Jaseh Safari Fatu🤗💙💕

I know the baby's still young but sheeeesh , he knows alot and he real gangsta. " Yo Tee , im gonna give Montez a call.."

Jey Uso Pov😎

I took out my phone (iPhone) and dialed Montez

Big Ford💲

"Ayyy, Jey , wassup G??"

"Alot Tez , wassup whichu???"

"nothing much , wus going on???"

"Man Sami lost alla my weapons! Now we have nothing to use"

"Damn, that man (laughs) aight come over and we'll talk"

"Ok , see you this evening"

"Yeah G , see you then"

I hung up my phone and put it back in my pocket. All I could do was look at my gorgeous wife and my adorable son. I couldn't help but think of the fact that I was planning on killing my brothers and my cousin. Nah they need to learn their lesson.

Ford , Bianca , and Dawkins are our best friends. We help eachother in everything including this... They need to have their way too. I went over to Tenaya and gave her a rough slap on her fat ass.

"Ow!, Jey" she yelped while feeding Jas. I then took a hand full and squeezed it. "Mmmm baby" I groaned behind her , kissing her neck. "Mmm Jey baby , not now. I don't wanna get wet already..."

I shifted my attention to my son , who was looking up at us with curiosity. Thank goodness he can't talk .He won't remember much , but trust me he has an idea. "I'm gonna pound that pussy later" I said,biting my lower lip. "Okay daddy" she responded.

So I just went to the take a power nap...

Jey Uso -❤️

Jimmy Uso-🗨️

Solo Sikoa - 🔄

Roman Reigns - all

#jey Uso fanfic #jey uso #wwe fangiction #jey uso smut #the bloodline #jimmy uso

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tariah23 · 1 year ago

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Man………… Scrolling by that video of that little girl (she looks at least 9-10 bro) doing a full face of makeup on TikTok talking about her “love life,” and “juicy texts,” um… I feel so unwell rn.

Apparently, her mother manages her TikTok as well… and her comments are full of predators. It just breaks my heart, man. There truly isn’t a place on the internet for children to go on anymore. I mean, there hasn’t been so for a very long time anyway. The last generation to be affected by this are the youth who are in their early 20’s and below, too.

Most people my age did not grow up playing on IPADS and carrying around fancy smart phones (we didn’t have them but also, most parents got their children cellphones for safety reasons or they just got them a track phone and called it a day. As long as you could call your parents and be called back, that’s all that really mattered.) I didn’t get my first phone until much later in my life since I’d always been the kinda person to live off of the grid and didn’t really care to contact others. I still don’t even like being on the phone like that and I’m a slow responder both through text and online DM’s and it’s just always been me. We had a lot of social media back then and the internet was no safer back then than it is now but there were also TONS of websites specifically heard towards children. Disney channel and Cartoon Networks websites back then were really good for kids and had a ton of fun games, as well as educational games, to play. There used to be so many video game websites… bro, I used to be so obsessed with blingee 😭!!! I used to cry to go to the library so that I could watch the Naruto abridged series on the computers there lol. My uncle gave us one of his fat white computers but my brother ended up messing it up so she eventually bought us a brand new one so that we could stop begging to go to the library. Most people didn’t have access to computers outside of going to the library or using them at school. At school, my teachers used to let me get on the internet because I wasn’t misbehaving and the other kids used to be so PISSED lmfao. All I did was watch the Naruto and YYH abridged series, bro. Wait, also anime of course in the classic 3 parts as well as AMVS 😭… no celebrity shit or fandom stuff. Just my interests that any other kid would be interested in. Mom didn’t even monitor our computer time fr but it’s more like we knew what was bad and stuff like that.

We really used to play outside, man. Like, I remember crying to go play outside!!! One time, my sister and I were playing across a giant grassy field with friends and their mother told them that it was time to go into the house since It had gotten dark… I remember feeling sad, not wanting the fun to ever end. I went home and mom was making dinner (macaroni, fried chicken, and potatoes I believe) and my brother had already made it back into the house and I just remembered my mom telling me to go get my sister since it was time to go in. But when I made it back to her, I didn’t tell her at all because again, I didn’t want the fun to end 😭. We ended up playing with some other kids who were playing outside a few houses around the corner facing the street (two little boys who were outside playing on their skates and they were trying to teach my sister and I how to skate lol. It was so fun! Then we saw the flashing lights from the police car about an hour or so later and got nervous and said our goodbyes. We made it back home and my mom had called the police 😭… she was furious and I remember she was about to whoop us by her friend who lived across the street from us somehow managed to calm her down and we were spared lmfao. That was still crazy that we didn’t get in trouble for that knowing how my mom was at the time, omg 😭.

Catch lightning bugs was so fun. Our friends who lived across the field from us had an uncle who used to play with all of us and passed out large jars once and had us catching as many lightning bugs as we could 🥺. Then we let them go whaa…

We used to play made up games with the kids from the neighborhood we barely knew, (one time, my mom through my sister and I a huge birthday party for our 6th b-day and got us a Black Barbie cake. We named the little girl on the cake “Ashley,” and she instantly became a new character in our Jerry springer ass doll play time lol. Literally every kid from the neighborhood showed up even though we didn’t know most of them but it was all so fun, we didn’t even care, man. Our cake was huge and we had a good time running around and getting dirty. I remember our apartment being filled with a gazillion balloons that my mom and her friend at the time, helped blow up together.

Playing at the park (I used to HATE when the big kids would show up because they wouldn’t let us get off of the giant tire and would continue to spin us around like crazy until it was scary 👎🏾.) Going to the candy stores was also fun… (my mom used to also run the most POPULAR candy store in the hood 😭. My siblings and I used to sneak into the snacks that she’d buy in bulk from the warehouse and hope that she didn’t find out before putting them on the shelf before opening up the store. Kids were running in and out of our backdoor (it faced the street and my mom kept the door open all day until she closed the store. All of the snacks were pushed up against the wall on a giant shelf as soon as you walked in. I think my brother’s father stole the self tbh) all day and my little brothers father used to be the one to cook all of the ground beef and warm up the cheese for the kids who I wanted to buy chips with cheese. Fun times)

I’m all over the place but man, I just wished that the world was kinder, especially to children. They’re so sensitive and any fucked up thing can changed the trajectory of their entire lives. And you have awful parents who are so desperate for attention, living vicariously through their little girls and boys, actively putting them in harm’s way for follows, likes, and views. They don’t see their kids as worth protecting, only toy. The sad thing is, these people know exactly what they’re doing by exposing their children to the world. You run your child’s account and see house comments from very obvious predators calling your child sexy and shit. It’s just… :(. I know that not everyone was fortunate enough to have a decent childhood (we were poor as hell but were happy) or parents who loved you enough to not put you in harms way and I am so sorry for that…. because you deserved better. But fuck. It’s so dark, man. It shouldn’t not be normalized to see little girls wearing full face makeup and long nails, trying to look older than what they are. And they don’t even know what they’re doing. They’re just babies, man. They should be playing outside and catching lightning bugs. Getting dirty from playing in the mud and dirt. Playing red light, green light and shit. Not worrying about if their contour is applied correctly. It’s bleak. The parents are getting younger and the grandparents; same boat. There’s no place left on the internet for the youth to be children and in rl, they’re clued to their phone screens and tablets all day. It’s… is it so over? I don’t fucking know, man.

#sorry for ranting man it’s just unfortunate #rambling #:(

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