#beanthings

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Remmick and blood play🫢🫢

The thirst beanth||Remmick x fem!reader

MDNI+18

Word count—1325

Warnings—Blood Play Vampire Feeding Dom/Sub Dynamic (Dom!Remmick / Sub!Reader)

Choking (Light Breathplay) Oral Sex (F Receiving)

Overstimulation Rough Language / Dirty Talk

Possessive Behavior Dubcon-ish Edge (but ultimately consensual) Power Imbalance (vampire/human) Dark Romance Obsessive Love

Slight Pain Kink Emotional Intensity Reader Marking / Claiming

Summary—-When the reader invites Remmick into her space and her body she offers more than just trust.

@abriefnirvana

It started with a whisper.

A promise curled into the space between candlelight and shadow, as Remmick watched you from across the field, eyes dark, mouth parted, hunger leashed by something fragile and fraying.

You’d invited him in tonight. Not because you had to.

Because you wanted him to take something you weren’t sure you’d ever get back.

“You can come in, you know,” you said, voice low, deliberate.

Remmick obeyed.

He moved like a storm held barely at bay graceful, restrained, but too still, too quiet. Like something inhuman wearing a lover’s skin. When he reached you, his hands cupped your jaw with a gentleness that didn’t match the way his eyes drank you in.

“I can smell your blood,” he whispered. “It’s louder when you want me.”

You swallowed. “Then listen.”

That broke him.

He kissed you with a hunger barely disguised as reverence, mouth hot and open, tongue insistent. His hands roamed down your sides, under your shirt, tracing bare skin. Possessive. Worshipful. Terrified of what he might do next.

But you didn’t stop him. Not when he laid you back on the couch. Not when he unbuttoned your shirt with trembling fingers. And not when he stared down at your bare throat, lips wet, teeth glinting just behind them.

“I’ll lose control,” he murmured, voice rough and nearly breaking. “You don’t understand what it’s like to want someone like this.”

“Then show me,” you said. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He growled low feral and cracked and before you could breathe again, his mouth was on your skin. Fangs pierced flesh. Your gasp turned into a moan as pain bloomed sharp and sweet. Your blood rushed to meet his tongue, and he drank like a man dying deep, rhythmic pulls, obscene sounds in the candlelit quiet.

Your body arched, hips rolling up into nothing, heat pooling between your legs. Each suck of his mouth sent waves through you, like your blood was tethered to your need. Like every draw from him echoed through your core.

He groaned against your skin. “So sweet. You taste like you want it. Like you want me to ruin you.”

“Maybe I do.”

You barely recognized your own voice thick with desire, dripping with surrender.

He pulled back, blood smeared across his lips, dripping down your collarbone. His eyes burned with something unholy. Something obsessed.

“I dream about this,” he admitted, voice low and wrecked. “About you beneath me, bleeding for me. Begging. Offering.”

Your thighs clenched at the words.

“Then take it,” you whispered. “Take all of it.”

Remmick didn’t hesitate.

He dropped to his knees and pushed your legs apart, mouth hot and needy as he kissed up your inner thigh. He didn’t bother with your shorts, just tore them aside, dragging his fangs so lightly over sensitive skin that you whimpered. He licked the place where thigh meets hip, tasting sweat, blood, and desire all tangled together.

And then he bit again.

This time, lower. Hungrier.

You cried out as pain lanced through you but pleasure crashed in its wake, sharp and overwhelming. His mouth latched onto the wound, tongue stroking with obscene precision as he drank from your thigh, your core aching with each pull.

One hand gripped his hair, the other clawed at the bed spread. Your body trembled, flooded with heat and fear and want, your orgasm building not from friction, but from the knowledge that you were being consumed. Worshipped. Owned.

And when he pulled back, blood smeared over his lips and chin, he looked up at you with reverence.

“You’re mine now,” he said, voice rough with need. “And I don’t think I’ll ever give you back.”

Your blood was still on his tongue when he kissed you again.

Rougher, this time. Less human.

Remmick’s hand wrapped around your throat not tight, just firm enough to remind you who was in control. His thumb stroked your jaw as he pulled away from your lips, eyes locked on yours like he was daring you to look away.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured. “Is it fear… or something else?”

Your voice was breathless. “Does it matter?”

He growled low in his chest. “It matters to me. I want you to know exactly what you’re begging for.”

His grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your breath catch and your thighs press together.

“You want to give yourself to me?” His voice dipped, thick and low. “You want to bleed for me, break for me, come for me while I’ve still got your taste in my mouth?”

You whimpered. Nodded.

That wasn’t enough.

“Use your words, sweet girl. Tell me who you belong to.”

“Y-you,” you gasped. “I belong to you.”

He smiled, sharp and wicked. “That’s better.”

Then he shoved you back down gentle, but firm and dragged you by the hips until your ass was right at the edge of the bed. He spread your legs with a strength that made you feel fragile, like a meal laid out just for him.

“Keep your hands above your head. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

You obeyed.

Heart thudding. Core aching.

Remmick lowered himself between your legs again, his breath hot against your soaked folds. He looked at you for a moment, just looked, like he was memorizing the sight of you ruined and dripping. Then he dragged his fangs along your thigh again, the sharp edges teasing but not biting.

“You’re already so wet,” he purred. “Just from my mouth on your blood. From the pain.”

He buried his face in you with no warning.

His tongue was relentless broad strokes through your folds, then tight flicks over your clit until your hips bucked and your hands clawed at the air above your head.

He held your thighs apart as you writhed.

Licked into you like a man starving no finesse, no teasing. Just raw, possessive hunger.

And then you felt his fangs graze your mound. Lower.

He didn’t bite.

Not yet.

“You want me to mark you here?” he asked against your skin. “Make you mine in the place that matters most?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Please—Remmick—”

He bit. Just barely.

The pain was a white-hot spark that exploded into pleasure so intense your vision blurred. He sealed his mouth over the wound and sucked tongue stroking your clit as blood and slick mixed on his lips.

Your orgasm tore through you like lightning.

You cried out, thighs trembling, hands fisting in the air above your head like you were drowning in him.

But Remmick didn’t stop.

He kept licking, sucking, tasting, drawing every last drop of blood and pleasure from you until you sobbed his name.

And then finally he rose.

His mouth glistened with your release. His chin and fangs red with your blood.

“You’re going to come again,” he said, reaching down to press two fingers inside you thick and slow, curling just right. “And again. Until you forget who you were before me.”

You couldn’t speak.

You Didn’t need to.

Because he’d already claimed you.

And there was no going back.

[leviismybby]

"You could beat me in training, huh brat?" Levi says as he has you pinned beanth him, your face in the grass, hands held tightly behind your back. You grunt, you hate him, you absolutely hate him. "I still could." Yeah, you couldn't, and you knew that, but you'll never miss out on the opportunity to piss the Captain off. Levi pushes you further into the ground. He bends down to whisper, his voice rough. "Yeah? I'd love to fucking see you try." As soon as you feel him lose his grip on you a little, you take the opportunity to turn the situation around, you free your hands and flip over landing on top of him and pinning his arms next to his head. "I fucking can and I did."

Levi's face doesn't change, he just stares up at you with an indifferent expression. This situation to anyone looking in seemed like normal captain and soldier training time, but it wasn't that all in actuality. It was the sexual tension between you two ready to explode, even know you can feel how hard he is under you, he knows you can feel his hard cock pressing against your abdomen but Levi hates losing and he won't give it first, no matter how much he wants to pin you under him and fuck you senseless. His eyes narrow, and he once again overpowers you easily, but this time, he isn't between your spread legs, his hardness pressing directly against your head. One hand holding your thigh, the other resting beside your head. "No. You won't win this ever." This is no longer about training. You can tell by his eyes. "Maybe it won't, but whatever the outcome..." You wrap your leg on his hip just to tease him. "..you're the loser in both cases." You roll your hips, and a grunt escapes him, but he doesn't argue because you're right.

[anxious-witch]

Okay, so this is likely be long so buckle up. Let's talk about how the height and position of characters affects the story and shows us where they are emotionally or in regards to characters they interact with.

This is the most prominent with three characters, which are Edwin, Charles and the Cat King. But! I will do my best to touch upon the rest as well if anyone finds this interesting.

Considering I briefly touched upon how Charles and his dad have a similar hunched stance, let's start with Charles.

Also TW for talk of abuse and violence, since I do touch upon his relationship with his dad and abuse in general.

Charles is fascinating because he is one character that seems to constantly make himself smaller, either on the same level as the other character he is next to, or sometimes even make himself smaller than them.

This is especially visible next to Edwin, who always holds himself perfect straight and poised. Even in the above picture, where he is slightly leaning back for the dramatic effect, Charles is still hunched down more. With Crystal, yes, he is generally taller, but anytime he can, he does his best to lean down so they are on the eye-level.

This has dual purpose-both because Charles wants to be as non threatning as possible and because he often tries to sympathize with people, to quite literally understand their point of view.

Charles is the tallest character in the series, which I think has a weight on it's own. At first, I was under the impression Edwin was taller, bc of Charles' hunching, but Charled is just slightly taller. He is a protector, he is a brawn, and he tries his best to make himself as small as possible.

We also see that in scenes where he is "beanth" the person he is interacting with, usually happens when is emotionally distressed and/or feels powerless in a situation

The first time it happens in Devlin's house, when he is sitting on the stairs while Edwin and Crystal are standing. This is also right before he snaps and tries to hit the murderous father of the family, actively showing the turmoil he has been going through. Because that's what Charles does. He can't stand being helpless. His feeling below the problems he is facing is symbolized through him sitting on the stairs and he can't stand it any longer so he acts, quite rashly, just to disperse that feeling.

But then, what happens? He gets knocked to the floor, even lower than he was before. And he remains there, frozen.

Stuck in a loop of feeling helpless while being on the stairs, trying to take action and being knocked down even lower. What a metaphor for being stuck in an abusive loophole! Feeling like any time you try to stand up for yourself, any time you try to take action to not feel so helpless, you get into an even worse position. And then, in the end, it's Edwin and Crystal who have to help him out of the loop and who help him back on his feet.

We see him again in a position where amother character is not only above him, but actively lookming over him in a scene with his dad. Moreso, this is one instance where Charles doesn't take this position willingly, but rather, his dad literally knocks him down to the floor and starts beating him.

I think it's also sooo interesting how Charles' mom and the Night Nurse are positioned here. The Night Nurse stands above both Charles and his dad, all prim and proper. Completely unfeeling and separate from the whole picture.

Meanwhile, Charles' mom is above all of them, barely seen in the doorway, but still watching and she is crying. And while I know Charles loves his mom and understands she was likely also abused, I do wonder if this represents his view on both his parents. His dad, who is close but hurts him, who Charles would be on the same level with, if he wasn't constabtly knocked down. And his mom, who is above all that, almost like some sort of holy figure, but still suffering on Charles behaf.

Third time I noticed Charles being in a position where someone is above him was in a scene where Crystal is packing to go back to London, after getting her memories back.

Charles feels both emotionally vulnerable and helpless to stop her. Because he wants her to do what's best for her, but he also clearly doesn't want her to leave. The important part is that here, despite his clear emotional turmoil, Charles doesn't react directly. I believe he offers her his help, to come with her, but he doesn't insist. Which is a big change to the previous instance where we seem him in such position.

I am sure there are more scenes like these, these are just the ones I noticed. But! Shall we look at when does Charles stand full upright and shows how tall he really is?

Spoiler-When he is feelings brave

Framing is also very important and very deliberate. I'll touch more on this in Edwin's analysis, but you'll notice how most of the time, Edwin is always framed as the taller and biggest, either by height or because he is the closest to the camera. But no in the scene where he and Charles talk about Edwin's supposed feelings about Monty. No-it's Charles who is closer to the camera, because Edwin is the one being emotionally vulnerable. Charles holds the power to either lift up or crush Edwin here. And he is very aware of it.

And fulled by that power, by the fact Edwin opened up to him, Charles stands up tall. And when he reaches Edwin, they are practically the same height. Perfectly balanced, in the wake of Charles' acceptance.

In the scene with the Night Nurse, we see Charles practically flaunting his height. Which is in line with him essentially telling her to take him, but to leave Edwin alone. The point is, not only is he fully showing off his power and consciously or not, trying to intimidate the Night Nurse, but he is also shielding Edwin that way. Look at me, not him. I am the one you should feel threatened by, not him.

And of course. Of course. One scene, where Charles is actively above someone else, where he is higher, both in height and positioning?

In hell, during, Edwin's confession.

In an interview from the actors in this post, they actually touched upon this scene and how Charles being above Edwin on the starway was intentional, because Edwin is feeling very emotionally vulnerable.

He is in an submissive position(do not make the sex joke) to Charles here. He is opening himself up for a rejection and Charles is the one with all the power here. Which in and off itself is powerful, but for Charles? The character who constantly shrinks himself down as not to make anyone uncomfortable and threatened, who constantly gets knocked down in a fight by others?

Charles is terrified of being in a more powerful position due to his dad, because what if he turns out to be the same when he is in such a position?

But instead, he uses that power to be kind. He can't return Edwin's feelings, but he can reassure him he cares for him and that they have time to figure this out. And that is what turns Charles' shirt red again. Not only the fact that he is loved, despite all his flaws, but also the fact that proved to himself that he would never knock down the person being vulnerable, even when he hold all the power.

I exceeded picture limit on mobile, but in a scene on the rooftop wjere Edwin tries to apologize if him confessing created any tension between them and Charles reassure him that it did not, they are on the same height again.

Charles is sitting on an wall, so he is elevated, but he all curled up, so he comes on around the same hight as Edwin who is standing. Equals, once again, despite completely different stances.

I believe that's all I have to say on the topic of Charles in this context, lmk if I forgot smth or if anyone has anything to add, I love hearing other ppl's takes too!

[havzic-figures]

Serenity (Beanth Halona Blowhole lookout, low tide)

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Let Me Help

The thought of a stubborn Ruben is so sweet to me 🤭🤭

It's very fluffy

Summary - Reader is washing the dishes and doesn't want Ruben's help.

Enjoy!

"Sorry." Ruben said, planting a kiss on your shoulder before adding another plate to the dishes.

"I was almost done." You sighed.

Ruben came up behind you, handing out another kiss, this time beanth your earlobe. "I'm so sorry baby."

He sounded tired. Training had been running late. You had already eaten when Ruben came home. He enjoyed his dinner watching you do the dishes.

"It's okay." You said, turning your head to meet his lips. You savored the kiss until both of you had to catch your breaths.

"I'll help you dry." He said, grabbing a cloth.

"No it's okay baby. You've had a long day. Why won't you go to the living room and rest. I'll be right there with you."

"No, it's fine. I want to help."

"But Ruben you must be exhausted."

"I am, but I want to help."

You laughed at the way he refused to give you back the cloth. "Ruben I'm telling you, I'm almost done."

"Y/N, I'm telling you, I want to help."

You ended up having a tug of war in the middle of the kitchen, over a damn table cloth. It could be seen through the windows. The neighbors across the street must think you two were crazy.

"Ruben...let go!"

"I will. If you let me help you with the dishes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Ugh...fine! You can help."

You let go of the cloth.

He grinned. "I love you."

"Oh, shut up."

You returned to the pool of water in the sink.

"No, I really mean it."

Ruben's strong arms wrapped around your stomach.

"Training has got me gone all day, I barley get to see you and when I do I'm already exhausted, ready to go to bed."

"So you wanting to dishes with me....?"

Ruben bent down, tracing his lips along your jaw. "It's a way for me to spend more time with you, yes."

You relaxed against him, his arms wrapping tighter around your body.

"I love you." You murmured.

He kissed your neck, then your cheek. His hand then cupped your chin to bring your head up to meet his lips. The smacking sounds of your lips filled the kitchen. The two of you ended up doing the last of the dishes together, tangled in each other's arms, not caring about the fact that it took you twenty minutes to wash a single plate.

[lotsoflokilove23]

~Kissing In The Rain(18+)~{Part two}

(18+) =  Physical Touch, Gentleness, Lust, Fluff, Smut

You inch up farther onto the bed and he slides his body on top of yours, his kisses becoming intense. Deep. His kiss was full of something that hadn’t been there before.

He moved his hands to your sides and unclipped your bra, pulling it off and throwing it onto the floor, as he continued to kiss you his hands slid down your stomach, softly gripping your breasts, you let out a soft moan against his lips. He grins and starts kissing your neck, trailing down to your breasts and gently beginning to suck on them. 

You moan leaning your head back, you had never seen Tom so crazy for you in this way. 

Tom moves away from you for a second to pull his jeans off, while you also make it, to pull your sweatpants off, leaving you both in just your underwear. Tom spreads your legs apart and moves closer to you, kissing your lower stomach down to your thigh. 

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” Tom asked in a husky voice, slightly biting down on the rim of your panties. 

You let out a groan as Tom pulls them off, “N-no” you shook your head watching as he threw your panties to the floor with the other pile of clothes on the floor. “N-not today” you said with a small smile. “But I wanted to.” You said, running your hands through his hair. 

Tom let out a low growl, sliding his hands down to your heat and slowly circling around it. He kisses up your thighs and widens your legs again so he has full access. 

You let out a groan, “Just touch me” you wined, feeling his breath against the soft flesh of your skin, your back arching. 

Slowly Tom brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over your folds again.

You threw your head back against the pillows and moans, “Oh Gods, keeping going” 

Tom grinned, his fingers slipping in and out of the opening of your clit, “Gods, you're so wet for me,” He said, finally pushing his middle finger all the way into you.

You moan out in pleasure, the feel is his finger curling and sliding inside you. 

He slid his finger out and licked it, tasting the wetness of you that had already started, he moans softly, “Fuck… you taste so good,” he said, lowering himself down, looking up and making eye contact with you. 

You nod, swiftly gripping the side of the sheets on the bed. 

Tom leaned forward and drove his tongue inside of you, setting you into a shattering moan that was music to his ears. Raw, intense, absolute delicious sounds of pleasure as he plundered you with his tongue. 

You grabbed his hair, yanking it and pulling him closer. He trusted one finger inside of you, crooking it and hitting you right in the spot that turned your moans into long, high-pitches. 

“Fu-” You moan, “I- Tom-” 

“It’s okay darling…” he groaned against your wet core. “Cum for me… let me taste you” he said, continuing to lick you, pulling his hand and slowly starting to move it in circles on your clit. 

You threw your head back and cried out his name as you reached your high. You could feel Tom smiling beanthe you, he cleaned you up, from what was visible and crawled back up to you, crashing his lips back down with yours. 

“You taste so good, darling,” he hissed against your lips. He pushed himself off of you and pulled off his boxers, leaving you both completely naked. 

You softly bit your bottom lip, as you watched his manhood spring out and up against his stomach. He was quivering, and was being tormented by desire. He moves his hands down and places it on his cock slowly stroking it, letting a moan escape from his lips. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you leaned forward and grabbed his hand with a hiss and moved it.

“What are you-” he was cut off, letting out a moan as you took his length in your hand and started stroking it yourself. “

“Oh fuck…” he moaned, looking down at you. He could feel your hot breath as you leaned down and gently licked the top of his tip. 

Tom closed his eyes and leaned back, he moaned as your tongue swirled around the top of his cock, while your hand was still stroking the rest of him. You slowly slide the rest of him into your mouth, not fully, slightly teasing, but enough to get a loud moan from Tom. 

“Oh fuck Y/n” he moans leaning over and placing his hands in your hair. 

You started moving up and down, pressing hard on his cock, softly sucking, inching your way future down, until his whole cock was in your mouth. 

“Jesus- fuck” He hisses, gripping your hair and slowly guiding you, the pleasure starting to control him. 

You slightly gagged against him, but it didn’t hurt, so it didn’t bother you. You moan against him as you can feel him get closer and closer to his high. 

“Oh fu- just like that Y/n” he lets out, “Don’t stop- fu- I’m close” he grunts letting go of your hair and letting you do the rest. 

You pick up the pace, gagging more as you take his full cock into your mouth. 

Tom starts thrusting into your mouth, and a few thrusts later, your name loudly comes out of his mouth as he cums deeply into your throat. He groans while you swallow and clean up the rest of it, pulling his cock out of your mouth, and leaning up to kiss him. 

“Fuck-” he said, with a deep breathing, “Such a good girl,” he said slightly wrapping his arm around your neck and harshly kissing you, bringing you back down onto the bed. 

You groan into the kiss, his sex tickling your entrance, 

Tom looks up at you, “Your mine,” he says is a low growl, leaning down and softly kissing your head. 

“Tom…?” You said with a small whimper. 

“Mmm?” he said, running his hand up your arm. 

“Be gentle… P-please” You ask, turning your head to the side. 

Tom’s eyes widen and he leans back. “If you don’t want to do this…” he said, his face suddenly full of concern. 

“I-” You look at him and he gives a small nod, rolling off of you and laying down beside you. 

“It’s ok…” He said turning to you, “I never want to hurt you.” He says, bringing his arm around you. 

You look at him with a small smirk. 

“What?” He says looking at you with a confused face. 

You roll yourself onto him and lean down to kiss him. You start grinding your hips against him, earning a moan from him. 

“You could've just asked…” He said with a smirk placing his hands on your hips. 

You straighten yourself up with his tip and gently lower yourself down onto him.

“Uhhh… fuc-” he groaned, gently squeezing your ass. 

You moan as you fully sit on top of him, you look down at him and give a weak smile. You slowly start moving your hips back and forth, leaning down and pressing your hand fully against his chest. 

“Uhhhh… yes-s' ' Tom moaned under you as he used his hands to guide you. 

After a few minutes you started bouncing up and down, the sound of your ass hitting his skin sending vibrations through both of you. 

“F-fuck.” You moan slightly, slowing down a bit. 

Tom hissed a bit and pulled you down to him, giving you a kiss but then flipping you over so he was on top again. He moans never leaving you but once he positioned himself better between your legs, he starts thrusting into you. 

“Oh fuck.” You moan, grabbing onto his shoulder and slightly digging your nails into them, earning a loud moan from Tom. 

He leaned down biting onto your shoulder, then softly leaving kisses on that spot, he kissed down to your neck and started sucking on it, surely leaving some marks on you. 

“Fuck… Tom… I-” You moan pulling down on Tom’s hair. 

“Fuck- me too, darling.” he hissed, traveling down and sucking on your breasts. 

You moan, running your hands through his hair trying not to bring too much pain, but also you couldn’t help it. 

“Cu-cum for me baby,” he moans, kissing back up your neck. “Ahh… fuck- yes… that’s it.” he groaned as his thrusts got sloppy. He leaned down and harshly kissed you on the lips as you both reached your high and he slowly rode it out, pulling out of you and softly kissing you up and down your body. 

You lay under him attempting to catch your breath and let off a small groan. 

Tom looks up at you and frowns. “Are you alright?” he asks, leaning down and kissing you. 

“Y-yes.” You give a small nod and close your eyes. 

Tom rolled off of you and got off the bed, he leaned over and kissed your forehead and then walked away. 

You sit up and watch him slightly confused. A minute later you hear the sound of running water coming from the master bathroom across from your bed. You couldn’t help smiling. 

You watch as Tom walks back out of the bathroom, proudly not afraid of showing off his naked body to you. 

“What are you doing?” You giggled as he came over and softly picked you up into his arms. 

“Let me help clean up the mess I made,” he said with a soft smile, kissing you on the head and carrying you into the bathroom. 

Tags: @kats72

Writers Note:

There will be a part three <3

< Part One / Part Three >

[lovelykil]

「 Rivals 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; none

note; UNFORTUNATELY I lost the request thingy so whoever requested this here 😭, also from what I remember ty for your SWEET WORDS they meant alot 🙆🏾‍♀️ this wasn't revised or anything I am tired 🗣

"Okay I'm forced to check if we have any kids missing so the school doesn't come bite my ass about it, but to my eyes.. mmh– it looks like we about have all 15 kids on this damn bus so everyone sit down and don't talk to me, let's go bus driver." Mr Garrison banged on the seat to get the driver in motion, he then cleared his throat and pulled out a book to read.

"Didn't you used to teach elementary? What the hell you doin' here in highschool Garrison?" The driver asked, his accent rough and deep. "They move me everywhere, ask the school board on that one, can we go now?"

"Right.. on it."

"15 kids? There's like less than 10 here?!" Kyle looked around the bus, most of the kids weren't even here for the academics competition. You set your phone down, looking for yourself on the side of him on the other side of the bus.

He was right, there was literally no other kids here besides the dumb ones.. though your whole team were filled with brain dead weirdos, you weren't even sure why they joined such club for the gifted.

"Why didn't you drop out like the others? You know I'm going to win." You slowly sat back in your seat, setting aside your phone and turned your head towards Kyle, growing cocky.

You considered this boy as your prime rival, enemy, target.. whatever you just loved beating him at these competitions you were just as smart and quick as he was. Hell maybe even better.. but if you were you would've been beating him right now, but your wins were tied with his, 6 to 6.

Kyle wasn't really to care much about competition but something about you kinda made him consider it, it's like he always needed to one-up you, keep you in your place.

His attention was brought to you, a frown emerged on his face he watched as you smiled innocently at him despite what you just said. He shook his head "You say that like you won last game."

"I did, I just missed question 35 and somehow you didn't."

"Who won and went home with the gold medal for the college calculus competition?" Kyle asked, tilting his head and looking at you for an answer he already knew you knew.

You saw him grin when you rolled your eyes, folding your arms quietly. "That's right, I did."

"I came in second place anyway, you aren't hot shit I should've won I was only off by ONE."

"And that one costed you didn't it?"

"Wow, don't you ever shut the fuck up?"

"Don't you ever stop being such a cocky little brat?"

"Brat? Please, Mr 'full of himself'"

"I'm not full of myself, I work hard for these competitions."

"Apparently not enough, we're still a tie which just means I'm better than you."

"... no the fuck it does no–"

"Oh my god you two just get a room already! Kiss it out and shut the hell up." Garrison sat up in his seat to yell. Some of the kids giggled in their seats, others nodding in silence.

Your expression soon changed to a disturbed one, feeling your eyebrows curve in disgusted. Kyle rolled his eyes and stared at the window, he was just about fed up with this bus and you guys haven't even left the school yet.

"As if." The two of you whispered beanth your breath in sync both showing different expressions, in different seats.

"Trust me you'll feel soo much better." Mr Garrison snickered, before sitting back down, shaking his head as he grabbed back his book.

"Teenagers these days, jeeez.."

. . .

"Okay we are supposed to be in room 210 until they call us so everyone settle down and don't leave the room."

"When are we up next?" A kid asked, sitting down on the hotel bed. Garrison looked at clipboard they gave him in front for the competition in a spot at the hotel, most likely the dining room where it was closed off from the guests.

"We're number 6 in line, this thing doesn't start till later though so I guess we're free to do whatever."

"Sweet!"

"Yeah leave like 7 idiotic teens at a hotel to do whatever they want for God knows how long.." You heard Kyle mutter as he took out some paper from his backpack. "Seven? Are you calling me an idiot?" You walked over to the chair he was sitting on, leaning over it.

He looked up to be met with your face near his, you rose your eyebrow awaiting for his answer. He looked at you with a blank expression.

"Explicitly."

You flipped him off with a flip of a bird before walking away to lean on the wall by the door.

Kyle smiled to himself, shaking his need then proceeding to read off his paper.

After awhile the other kids seemed to do their own thing while Garrison talked to some other kids about some dumb story, you never paid attention to what that man says in class.

The TV was blazing some show a kid was watching, you remained on the wall beside the door on your phone. You were doing just fine until the stupid thing died. Then you realized you hadn't brought your charger when you looked around for a outlet.

You set your phone with a groan not knowing what else to do anymore. Maybe some TV?

You stood up to walk to the remote but was rudely swatted away by a kid whose teeth was way to big for his mouth, you cringed walking away from the teen.

"Asshole.." You cursed.

You then looked over at Kyle, he was studying in the same chair.. nothing really different about that. He had his long legs dangling off the arm of it just by a hair from the floor, and his back was pressed against the other side of the arm. He had his pencil eraser pressing against his lips, he'd tap it against his mouth every minute, thinking.

You looked at him, studying his features. The way his hair was so curly his curls.. had CURLS, the way his face seemed cute in a way you couldn't describe. He wasn't particularly ugly maybe a little.. or maybe he wasn't?

"Augh, gross– I need to get out of here." You caught yourself before things got weird, you turned away from him and walked to the other direction. You neared towards the door making a decision you hoped to not get in trouble for.

Then again it's Garrison, worse punishment is he'll tell you about a story about his ex boyfriend..

Your face scrunched up at the thought of hearing one of those horrible stories.

Maybe I shouldn't..

You thought, you looked around the room one more time looking for your teacher. You bit your lip deciding.

Soon you shrugged and silently left the room to look for something more entertaining.

Just a few minutes passed since you escaped the torture room Kyle had set his paper down. He had watched you leave the room he just didn't know whether to follow you or not.

He fought himself about it before going on it, if you got to have freedom then he also should get it, then again he just wanted to see the look on your face when he catches you.

He carefully walked away from the room wandering around the place, looking for where ever you were.

He was about to give up after possibly 5 minutes of mindlessly walking around until he saw a door open slightly, his spirits were quickly lifted.

"Y/n I know you're in there." He called out, making his way near the door to open it.

"You followed me? What a creep you are." You emerged out of the mysterious room, closing the door behind you to hide what was inside.

"I wasn't following you I–"

"Then why are you here? Standing right infront of me, hm." You let go of the door handle to fold your arms. He looked away to come up with a lie but ultimately gave up, he sighed folding his arms for himself.

"I just wanted to catch you, but you caught me I guess." He chuckled awkwardly. You unfolded your arms about to ask something very stupid.

"Hey do you wanna like.." You looked up at him, your sentence waiting its finish. He looked down at you waiting for your question.

"Wanna what?"

"Oh jeez just– come with me." You sighed, grabbing his hand and bringing him into the closet you were in.

"Where the hell are we?"

"In a closet dummy."

"It's dark."

"Need me to hold your hand some more, cause you're scaredd?" You shook your hand that was holding his, you laughed as he yanked his hand away with a mutter.

"Relax this closet has a light, which reveals heaven!"

"Just turn on the damn light."

You switched on the light with a few giggles, once it was lit up it showed rows of alcohol on the shelves in that little closet you two were in. Kyle's mouth was open while yours was closed with a bright grin.

"Holy-"

"Shit. I know right." You watched as the ginger touched the bottles, taking one for himself. He shook the bottle before putting it back.

"This is insane.."

"It's heaven!!" You cried, grabbing a bottle for yourself you untwisted the top and started chugging, feeling the burn down your esophagus but tasting the sweet savoring taste on your taste buds.

Kyle watched getting almost concerned by the way you were chugging the liquid so fast, he tried to take the bottle away once you had already drank half of the bottle for yourself.

"Dude we have a competition to attend to, you can't get drunk off your shit!" He took the bottle for himself, keeping it away from your reach when you tried snatching it away.

You groaned, putting your hands on your hips "I can't let that bottle go to waste its nearly half way done, plus I won't get drunk I have a high alcohol tolerance." You proudly stated, folding your arms.

Kyle made a concerned expression, wanting an explanation.

You looked on the ground and cleared your throat, "I uhm,, long story."

"Got you.."

Kyle looked at the half-drunken bottle, contemplating. "You know what.." He shook the bottle, before drinking himself. You watched as he drank the whole bottle with a pout, but it was actually kinda cool seeing the most well put, nerd do something so out of the ordinary for him.

Once he was done he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater, regretting some life decisions in that moment. You laughed taking another bottle in your hands, twisting the lid and handing him one, you got another and did the same but for yourself.

"I'll drink to me winning this competition, will you join?" I tipped the bottle waiting for his response, he looked at the bottle then at me I smiled lightly, moving my hand forward some more.

He set down the bottle he had to grab mine.

"I'll drink to me winning this competition, cause you are so going down." He smirked, clanking his bottle with mine.

"Well see about that, Broflovski." You smiled, setting your lips on the bottle.

. . .

"Do you remember that one time when Cartman got his ass beat by Wendy?"

"Oh my goddd yess, that was so funny he deserved it though." You snickered. Kyle laughed with a hiccup, setting the bottle down lightly. He leaned against the closed door with a sigh, "That was like forever ago though.. years." He mumbled, recalling the events from long ago. You drank the last of the alcohol that was inside the wine bottle and set it to the side.

You leaned against the door with him, staring into a spot on the wall.

"We're so old now." You whispered, Kyle nodded his head slightly. His hand rested on the detailed carpet, laying there lifeless.

Your hand also joined his, setting it right beside him.

You two stayed quiet, just admiring that one specific dot on the wall with the alcohol taking over your system.

"This was kinda fun, lowkey you're kinda cool to hang out with." You smiled, picking up your hand to punch him in the arm lightly. He laughed, smiling as well.

"Yeah you're okay."

"Just okay? Rudee!"

"No no I mean you're pretty cool too, I mean it." He looked over at you, trying to be sincere and not hiccup to ruin this given moment.

Your eyes met with his suddenly the mood was serious, "You saying that cause you just downed like 4 bottles? And you're drunk as fuck?" You smirked teasingly, raising your brow.

He shook his head with an eye roll, "No you ass, I mean it.. I mean I may be drunk but you're really fun and weird and annoying but not as annoying as Cartman.. but still kinda annoying."

"Oh, you're an ass." Giggling, you found your way leaning your head onto his shoulder, scooting close to him.

"But such a cute annoying nerd, God I hate you." You finished, ending it with your famous eye roll. Kyle blushed slightly at your words, feeling himself grow a smile. He slowly rested his head on top of yours and found your hand with his after a slight hesitation.

He locked his pinkie with yours, closing his eyes.

"Yeah I hate you too."

". . ."

"If anyone finds out about this I'm killing you."

"Oh definitely same."

[inkheartpoems]

girl in the window

I been taught my whole life what to do , morals of life , to be the best self of me ,

but the girl i been turning everyday is like, light from dieing stars, scatting the light of pain ,

but never taught how to question my fears , how to interact with infinite gaze of my unfilled moments passing by,

my poor little younger reflection questioning me, of my picture of her ,it's like iam bleeding internally with my own self twisting nife to my unfinished dreams I'm dropping behind , burying the only fantasy we still want and to the self i'm becoming,

This tremendous change in my self , to the person I can't distinguish from who i was , like a infant to criminal girl ,of being a slow poison to my own life?

i don't know weather im still hiding spark that i owe to the girl still watching from tiny window in my brain,

If only i could escape wht i have strictly thought, what life is by torn monks .

if only i could make my mind to not to drown beanth the norms that creating a garden of needles upside down catching my will every time I try.

If only i could be brave enough to be the strong girl i believed i was

[shylilbunny15]

Writing Prompts

Prompt #2

・┆✦ʚStormed By Oddsɞ✦ ┆・

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"This way"!! Villain called out. Rushing through thick bushes and thorns as he ran through the field.

Hero followed not too far behind, as she huffed, having a bit more trouble making her way through the terrain.

Hero and Villain continued making their way through the uneven land as the storm got worse. Thunder cracking and booming, lighting flicking as bright as a flashlight in the dark. It was no help that the dirt beneath their feet started to erode and turn to thick slimy mud.

"H-How much farther?" Hero shouted, attempting to voice herself over the storm. The wind picking up sticks and bushes, pushing both Hero and Villain around like grass as they steady themselves trying to keep balance.

"It should be right ahead"! Villain replied, squinting his eyes to prove his theory as the storm made it harder to see ahead.

The storm was growing harsher by the minute. Dirt started to pick up in the wind, blowing against their body, stinging exposed skin like tiny pins pricking and piercing the skin. Hero lost her balance falling into the mud, skidding and sliding down a few feet. Picking herself up, only to see it wasn't just her but Villain seem to be struggling to keeping himself steady on his feet as well.

Adrenaline was rushing through Villain's body as he scanned ahead of him looking for his target. Villain was barely able to see anything farther than 4 feet ahead of him, the fog building up was of course a troublesome add on. He knew they had to get out of this storm, otherwise they'd be lost or worse dead. With the way the storm was progressing, it was very unlikely they would survive the aftermath of waiting in the storm if they didn't die from sitting and waiting in the storm alone. Villain felt hot and cold at the same time, his head was throbbing with frustration. Dirt and whatever the wind was picking up was nipping at every inch of Villain's body. Eyes were burning from sweat and Debris being caught in them. Villain wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

The storm grew heavier and heavier, Hero's heart racing as the thunder and lightning's cycling resembled a war zone of bombing.

BOOM...FLASH!!...BOOM..BOOM...FLASH..

Hero could barely keep herself focused let alone on her own two feet. Looking up through dirt invested winds, Hero saw that Villain wasn't doing any better.

The rain started to beat down on the two, hail the size of golf balls pounding down. The ground beanth their feet now flooded and soaked.

Hero could feel her body getting tired of fighting the strom that so desperately seemed to want to engulf the two in it's disaster. However, hero knew she couldn't. Even if she could, she wouldn't allow it. Giving up was never an option to Hero.

"There"!! Hero barely heard Villain's voice over the crackling of the thunder. Hero looked up once again seeing Villain suddenly running somewhat faster through the knee deep flood and up a towards an overgrown house up ahead.

"Hurry damnit!!" Villain called as he held the door open, wind bashing against his hold, threatening to close it.

Hero ran towards the door, breath running shallow, as her chest ached. Fall after fall, hero picked herself up, somewhat motivated by Villain's random outburst of strength and determination through such a horrid storm.

Wooden logs from what seemed to be extra firewood flew left and right around the patio , threatening to slam into windows and anything else they was in their path.

"COME ONN"! Villain urged, pushing the door with all his might. Villain looked tired, like he would break at any second.

As if anticipating it, a log flew right into Villain's stomach, knocking him back into the house. Hero, only foot away, catching the door with her forearm, hurling herself inside, letting the door slam shut, as the wind threw more debris at the door. Hero quickly, reached up locking the door, sliding down, and turning with her back resting against the door.

Huffing, trying to catch her breath, Hero quickly, crawled over to Villain whom was having a small coughing fit, clutching his stomach.

"That was a hell of a knock back...are you okie?" Hero said halfheartedly.

Villain's nod in response have Hero relief as she dropped to the floor, lying on her back next to Villain.

"..looks like we'll have to wait out the storm here". Villain sighed.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

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"The storm's not going to let up anytime soon" Villain sighed, annoyance clear on his face.

Both stood on either side of one of the large  windows, leaning against the frame, facing one another. The hail cycled the continuous beat against the window. Ice frosting the glass. The storm had genuinely started to show it's effect as the temperature was dropping according to the thermostat on the window frame.

"How'd you know about this place, anyway" hero questioned, turning her gaze to the ceiling and furniture around.

"Hah..I own it" Villain chuckled.

Hero's jaw dropped, nearly breaking her neck as she looked at Villain. "Y-You OWN this place?!"

"I may be a Villain but I still have to make a living..I do have a life you know. Besides, how do you think I get all of my toys to continue our little game of predator and prey?" Villain taunted, his smile malicious yet charismatic.

"..you rob banks...I suspected that was how you got money..and making deals along the black market and other Villains" Hero tilted her head, confused.

"You're not the only one who does business, Hero. Just as you have your company and such, taking care of the city and what not in the side, I also have my side jobs. I may do business as a Villain..but not all of it is dirty, nor is the money."

" So...you have your own company..but, what is this place, so far away. Don't tell me its-"

"Not a chance, sweetheart. I'm a Villain, not stupid." Villain teased. "This is just a random safe house I had built just in case. It's not my house" Villain smiled, looking at Hero through half lidded eyes. "Don't tell me you though I would make such a mistake".

Hero looked away quickly, feeling her face heat up as a burning blush crept up her cheeks. "O-Of course not!"

Villain shook his head, smiling to himself. "If I hadn't known you better, I would have simply labeled this as an amateur mistake. You're just naive. Smart, tactical, advanced in your rank, but quite naive.."

Hero flicked, hearing Villain's words. "Hey, I'm not the one who led my enemy to my safe house" hero shouted jokingly, trying to hide her reaction.

"Right.." Villain, sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"This mission isn't going so well.."

"Agreed..with your Task Force 114 and my Faccina` Squad separated from us, we're very limited on our options". Villain groaned,

Slouching down on the couch. He'd practically deflated, give his obvious lack of faith in whatever options he was thinking of.

"Hey, don't be like that. If the two of us can pair together for 2 days without breaking each other's neck, I'm sure we can put some faith in our teams, and find a way through this. We have to complete this mission if we want to get back to normal. Besides, I don't want to be stuck here with you" hero smiled.

Villain gave a soft smile in return, sitting up, hands closed together as he leaned forward. "Alright Hero. Let's run through our options, shall we"?

                   ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

"We should just continue through with what we can do" hero implied.

"I suppose that would be a better idea than the previous ones." Villain claimed, nodding. Villain stood up, tucking his hands in his pants pockets. "However, the storm is our probably as of right now..".

Hero gave a nod, wobbly, rising to her feet. "Right..what should we-"

Hero's eyes widened, as Villain suddenly slumped into the window, coughing like hell, supporting himself with one hand on the glass.  Hero was at Villain's side

immediately.

"Are you okie- what's wrong"?! Hero questioned, placing a hand on Villain's shoulder. Hero could feel him shaking , his breathing was getting heavier.

"I-i'm fine.." Villain choked out.

"Villain you're not-"

"I SAID I'M FINE DAMNIT"! Villain protested, shoving Hero's hand off. Hunching over, Villain, felt himself growing colder by the minute. Visibly shaking, he didn't care. Villain wasn't going to show himself in such a state, not to Hero at least.

"Villain-"

Villain turned towards Hero, before suddenly falling limp.

"Villain"! Hero caught the towering male, slumping him against her shoulder. Barely able to stand herself, Hero tensed feeling Villain's cheek, on her neck. "He's burning up.." Hero stabled Villain, before stumbling over to the lounge sectional, laying Villain down on it. Hero placed one hand on Villain's forehead, and one on her own. "We're both burning up...I'm not as bad as you though" Hero mumbled to herself.

Hero kneeled down, cupping Villain's hand, holding it close. "Villain..Villain, I need you to tell me where you keep your medicine"

Exhaling in defeat, Hero stood up. "Of course... he's out cold. No matter, I'll just have to look on my own".

Hero started her roam, looking through shelves and dressers in the living room, moving on from there to the kitchen, and down the corridor full of rooms.

"I understand it's a safe house, and comfort might be a slight concern, but....this is seriously lush and lavish living". Hero walked along corridor after corridor, scanning each room, inch by inch, picking up what she thought would be helpful.

Hero came to a stop at the third floor. Dark brown double doors catching her eye. Hero approached the doors, pulling the heavy doors open, revealing a library she could only dream of. "Some safe house...huh".

Hero looked around, walking up a grand staircase, coming to sight with a rather large desk, in front of a floor length window. "..Must come here to clear his head" Walking over to the desk, Hero spotted a picture frame, containing an image of what appeared to be an older male, seemingly in his mid 20's. Hero, sitting at the desk, hero crapped the picture looking closely. The man had fluffy, chestnut brown hair, adorning his head, his eyes were bright emerald. His smile was soft, and enticing.

In the corner of the frame, written in cursive was the name "Dustin Gravesworth". "A family member, maybe"? Placing the frame down, hero started to search through the desk draws, before coming in contact with a black med-bag. "Yes"! Hero beamed, jumping out of the chair, and grabbing the bag before making her way down the stairs.

"Just hold on a little longer, Villain" Hero panted, as she made her way down corridor after corridor. Finally reaching the first floor, Hero burst through the living room doors, dropping to the floor, beside the couch Villain was on.

Opening the med-bag Hero scanned through the medicine, before settling for a fever reducer. Popping the bottle open, Hero sat villain up, dropping the pills into a cup of hot tea they had made earlier, letting the pills dissolve. "Villain.. Villain" hero called, lightly slapping Villain's cheek.

Villain stirred, halfway opening his eyes, staring at Hero.

"That'll have to do" Hero held the cup up to Villain's lips, slowly letting the liquid, deep into his mouth. Villain sip slowly, the bitter taste of the medicine, causing him to choke.

"Shoot...sorry. you'll only get better if you drink it all" hero implied.

Villain finished the tea, looking up at Hero with glossy eyes, before slumping back, panting and falling unconscious once again.

Setting the cup down on a nearby table, hero closed the bag, putting it on the table as well, before sitting on the floor, resting her head on her arms, watching Villain carefully.

Hero felt herself growing more tired by the second. Delirium proving itself a worth opponent as Hero started to mumbled nonsense to herself, trying to stay awake.

"I suppose I can keep myself busy by coming up with a plan....maybe four.." Hero grapped a book and pen they were using earlier to jot down idea.

Hero starting her brainstorming, getting plan after plan written down, before nodding off, progressing in a continuous cycle. "Ugh!!" Hero groaned. "My head is killing me.." hero leaned her head back against the couch, looking up at ceiling, before slowly subcoming to the darkness that was sleep.

Part 2 will be out soon

Sweet Dreams~ 🖤🐇🖤

[leviismybby]

Those moments with husband!Levi where he didn't get to see you the whole day and just indulges in you as soon as he comes home. Your body in onto he counter, hands gripping the edges as he thrusts into you, his hands holding onto your legs that are thrown over his shoulders. It's a sight to behind for him, you beanth him moaning out loud, your breasts bouncing with every movement of his hips. He wasn't being gentle, his cock was hitting every spot inside of you. The moment your body arches into him, he leans down sucking more hickies onto your collarbone. "Fuck, baby....you're so fucking tight." He mumbles against your neck, his hips moving faster. "I love the way this cunt squeezes my cock." It isn't on before he cumming inside of you, filling you up ot the brim with his warm cum.

Before you can clam down from your intense orgasm, Levi turns you around bending you over the counter. He starts fucking you again, a loud moan of his name escapes your lips. "Come on, baby." He pins your wrists behind your back, your eyes roll back. "You can it, afterall this pussy was made for me." Lifting one of your legs on the counter, he spreads your fully, watching as his cum drips out of you while he is wrecking your world. Your warm walls start clamping down on him, that warm feeling spreads in your lower stomach. He let's his hand spank your ass hard before smoothing the area with his hand. "You gonna cum for me again huh? Good girl. Gonna fill this tight pussy right up with my cum.." And he keeps to his word, filling you with his cum again.

[forgottenamira]

The Guardians' Guardian | Amira & Brigit

She could feel it in the air, even as she approached. She was no true witch, but her grandmother had been, and the wise woman had taught her much and more. She'd taught her this, too. She'd taught her to feel the presence, to shut her eyes as the people of old had done, and feel the thrum in the air, that breathless enchantment that was power: raw and real and utterly, utterly untame. They were in the presence of a spirit.

Valentina's party, celebrating the tournament, was -- as far as Amira was concerned -- a great success. Amira had managed to further spread the word of Arthur's misconduct, to study the face of her irritating stepmother as she heard the words uttered, and now to meet a guardian.

She knew it the instant her eyes fell upon the great tree, great leafy arms sheltering over all within the great house, its very trunk sheath of sword and seat of one-time kings. Massive, strong through each and every passing year, its life preternaturally long, this was no ordinary tree.

Voices filtered from the adjoining room, lessening every moment as they drifted out to the garden but Amira eschewed them all. Slowly, slowly, she approached the great tree, her long, dark train flowing out behind her as she eased like a shadow across the floor. She gained the Great Hall of Malconaire. Amira stretched out her hand as she came to the center. The bark was rough, yet strangely warm, beneath her palm, and slowly her eyes trailed up and up, taking in the leaves, turning all to green with the coming of spring. There was power here beanth her fingertips. The thrumming was in her head, in her hands. Closing her eyes, the queen basked in it.

I know what you are, she thought, praying the guardian might hear her. Aid me.

A step. Amira's eyes fluttered open. Behind her, again, another step. She did not pull her eyes from the great tree, but she smiled.

"I'm glad you're here, Lady Brigit," said Amira and, slowly, she turned to face the young woman. "I've wished to meet you in private for some time."

She'd approached her during the Ice Ball, but they'd been quickly interrupted, and there'd been no real opportunity to speak, pressed on all sides as they were. Not even Amira dared speak openly of witchcraft, after all.

"It has been long since I have had the opportunity to speak with a true witch." She smiled again, for once an open look, and true. "Don't be afraid, Lady Brigit. I will not betray you." She tilted her head. "No doubt you've heard about me, as well. My husband hates witches, it is true, but we do not share that. I know a better way. Come. Let us be of use to one another."

[dreamyish]

As I fall back into femininity, I crave spring as if it were a promised breath of life. However, winter remains. Still I know there is happiness burried beanth the snow that fell last night. Sprintide will be even brighter because of it.  

And just like the snow, happiness is a quiet thing. It lingers in the hum of two small voices calling for me in the morning, and hide in the creases of tiny hands finding mine without thinking. It's sticky breakfast kisses after I make them "mumma's pancakes" and before we rush out the door for school. It's the warmth of little bodies curled against me at night— the knowing that I am theirs and they are mine. 

[the-real-nether]

super flat Beanth the bedrock and maybe the aether

what- huh???

OOC: ???

[almaqead]

"Molten Copper." From Surah 18, Al Kahf, "the Force."

Every day I check the news to see if the world has put Hamas, Hezbollah, and the despotic regime of Iran into the fire so that the garden with rivers running beanth it God has promised us can start growing. But we won't it yet because the damage they have done to our way of life is still progressing.

Muhammad called relationships with people like those in these terror cells, all run by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints right out in the open a Zul Qarnian, "a cheap screw."

A Zul Qarnian means to follow a corrupt leader right into a Great Flood without a Noah's Ark waiting to pick you up. Three Courses, a world whose survivors whose habitat is a land soaked with blood, shit, rubble, and suffering as far as the eye can see...this is as far as a Zul Qarnian will go. The verse says the moment the world stops going the wrong way, which is named below, the rewards of life on earth can be reaped, but not before:

18: 83-97:

"They ask you ˹O Prophet˺ about Ⱬul-Qarnain. Say, “I will relate to you something of his narrative.”1

Surely We established him in the land, and gave him the means to all things.

So he travelled a course,until he reached the setting ˹point˺ of the sun, which appeared to him to be setting in a spring of murky water, where he found some people. We said, “O Ⱬul-Qarnain! Either punish them or treat them kindly.”

He responded, “Whoever does wrong will be punished by us, then will be returned to their Lord, Who will punish them with a horrible torment.

As for those who believe and do good, they will have the finest reward, and we will assign them easy commands.”

Then he travelled a ˹different˺ course

until he reached the rising ˹point˺ of the sun. He found it rising on a people for whom We had provided no shelter from it.1

So it was. And We truly had full knowledge of him.

Then he travelled a ˹third˺ course until he reached ˹a pass˺ between two mountains. He found in front of them a people who could hardly understand ˹his˺ language.

They pleaded, “O Ⱬul-Qarnain! Surely Gog and Magog1 (the government news media) are spreading corruption throughout the land. Should we pay you tribute, provided that you build a wall between us and them?”

He responded, “What my Lord has provided for me is far better. But assist me with resources, and I will build a barrier between you and them.

Bring me blocks of iron!” Then, when he had filled up ˹the gap˺ between the two mountains, he ordered, “Blow!” When the iron became red hot, he said, “Bring me molten copper to pour over it.”

And so the enemies could neither scale nor tunnel through it."

Commentary:

We see again, how Allah is trying to prophesy to us through the Quran. We know have allowed our enemies to tunnel through all the laws, barriers and consequences of their actions. There is at this time, no end to the potential for war or death or violence in the Middle East because we lack the wisdom to do as the Quran says stop the fighting, allowing the police and courts to finish the job those filthy Mormons started. The assassination of those Mormon operatives in Tehran was God's revenge.

There shall be no retaliation against Israel for this, only a global purge of all Mormons and Republican Party members from the world. Then we will follow the Umrah, the Aquadduct Path to Peace named in the Quran and look after those who are in need of help:

From 4: 75:

"And what is [the matter] with you that you fight not in the cause of Allāh and [for] the oppressed among men, women, and children who say, "Our Lord, take us out of this city of oppressive people and appoint for us from Yourself a protector and appoint for us from Yourself a helper"?

The Quran mentions the use of molten iron and copper, which are used to turn inept and inconvenient persons into leaders. They are huge habitual distractions from the real thing:

The Torah instructs us in Parashat Kedoshim:

“Do not make yourselves gods out of cast metal” (Levit. 19:4.).How could an intelligent person believe that a piece of metal is god?

How could an intelligent person believe that a piece of metal is god? We could perhaps appreciate how ancient pagan societies attributed divine qualities to powerful, transcendent forces of nature, like the Zodiac signs, the sun, the moon, various galaxies, the wind, etc. But why would a thoughtful human being believe god could be fashioned out of cast metal?

Even if we can explain how in the ancient, pagan world such an idea could be entertained seriously, how does this Torah commandment apply to our lives today?

I once encountered a beautiful interpretation to these words1 which is profoundly relevant to the human psyche in all times. What this biblical verse is telling us is not to construct a god of a lifestyle and a weltanschauung that has become like "cast metal," cast and solidified in a fixed mold. A natural human tendency is to worship that which we have become comfortable with. We worship our habits, patterns, attitudes, routines and inclinations simply because we have accustomed ourselves to them and they are part of our lives. People love that which does not surprise them; we want to enjoy a god that suits our philosophical and emotional paradigms and comfort zones. We tend to embrace the fixed, unchangeable and permanent molten god. Comes the Torah and says: Do not turn your consolidated mold into your god. Do not turn your habits, natural patterns of thought, fears or addictions into a deity. Life is about challenge, growth and mystery. Never say, "This is the way I am; this is the way I do things, I cannot change." Never think, "This is the world view I am comfortable with; any other way must be wrong." Rather, you ought to muster the courage to challenge every instinct, temptation and convention; question every dogma, especially dogmas that speak in the name of open mindedness, and are embraced simply because you fall back on that which you have been taught again and again.

Let your life not become enslaved to a particular pattern just because it has been that way for many years or decades. G‑d, the real G‑d, is not defined by any conventions; let your soul, too, not be confined by any external conventions. Experience the freedom of your creator."

[inkheartpoems]

The smell of my blood soaking beanth the wounds of hurt .

Sacred to start a year with layers of pain sealed in my thighs .hope the year won't find it's way to repeat the rain of acids to pour .

[beanoptodon]

This is my bio, because again, the word wrap for the description of my blog is trash. Also gives me waaaaay more space!

Hiiiii there! I'm Beanie! Or Bean, Beanthing, etc. Beanoptodon wasn't taken, and it's the name of my fake dino. Ha!

My birth year is 1998! Please be wary, I wish not to interact personally with minors. If you do this knowingly I will end the conversation as soon as I know.

My pronouns are They/Its, or just call me bean!

I am queer, trans, and non-binary! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

I'm super slow posting because I forget I have social media so bear with me.

I'm a 3D game artist! I'm working with a TBD title about fighting robot alien creatures!!

I'm taking 3d creature and character commissions, if anyone has any questions or have an interest in giving me money, please lemme know!

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