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mbakuetshurisprincess · 1 year

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The Garden

AN: Okay wow did not expect to have this many people like the sneak peek of this fic so THANK YOU! I’ve had this account since 2018 so to anyone whose been here since then, I commend you, my writing was pretty bad back then LMAO! This is literally the longest fic I’ve ever written so that's cool. I super enjoyed this Shuri and would love to write more versions of her in the future. If you have any requests, my asks are on. If not just dm me fr fr, i love inspo. Player!Shuri may or may not be in the works, so yeah. And in all honesty I don’t know what the timing of this one is within the MCU.

Summary: Princess Shuri requests your company on a trip to “The Garden”, a secret area the two of you created as teens.

Pairing: Shuri x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of drug use (weed), kissing.

Word count: 3,635

Suggested listening: Nothing Even Matters by Lauren Hill ft. D'Angelo

The soft buzzing of your kimoyo beads stirred you out of the deep sleep you were in. When the buzzing didn’t wake you immediately, the sensation was turned up and the vibration shook your wrist. You knew there was only one person who could engineer your kimoyo beads to function like that: Shuri.

Knowing that she wouldn’t stop her assault on your wrist, you sat up in bed and answered her call.

“Oh Y/N, good you’re finally awake!” Shuri stated with a slick smile as her holographic body shot up from the beads.

“When did you even have time to do that, Shuri? I’m with you always and you make sure I never take this off.” You mused as you rubbed some sleep out of your eyes.

“That’s not for you to worry about!” She flashed that smile at you again and you felt the familiar tug at your heart.

You loved her smile. It was one of your favorite things about her, and she knew it. Whenever she needed something from you like a model to test out new adaptations for the Dora Milaje’s gear or begging you to spend the night with her even though your room was less than 10 steps from hers. She would flash that smile and instantly get whatever she wanted from you.

She caught wind of the way you were looking at her and sent a wink your way. “Since you're awake, may I come in?”

“I don’t know why you insist on asking, especially when you know I never say no.” You said through a yawn. You got up out of bed and walked over to the door peeking through the wall that led to Shuri’s room.

The two of you had lived like this since you were young teens. Your mother served as Queen Ramonda’s personal guard, hand-picked by King T’Chaka until her accidental death during a routine training drill that you unfortunately witnessed. Your father, grief-struck, took his own life and it left you without anyone else in the world.

Queen Ramonda decided that for your mental health it was best to maintain as much of the reality that you knew and so at 16, you moved in with the royal family. Getting a bedroom built right next to Shuri’s that connected via a doorway. It worked out because you and Princess Shuri were already close friends; having spent childhood running around the palace walls and pestering the cooks for sweets. And spent most of adolescence obsessing over American culture and new trends together.

You and T’Challa quickly formed a sibling dynamic similar to the one he had with Shuri and he felt just as protective of you as he did of her. Your dynamic with Shuri, that was different. As young girls you both valued and enjoyed each other's company, it was often regarded that if you saw one of you, the other had to be close behind.

It wasn’t until you moved in, that the nightmares started. Reliving the memory of your mother's death every night in your dreams left you screaming in your sleep, loud enough for even Queen Mother to hear it from her chambers. But before she could get there, she always found Shuri comforting you. She could still remember the first time she found the two of you like that.

Shuri was sitting on the edge of your bed calmly speaking to you as she stroked your cheek gently. “It’s me Y/N, it's Shuri. You’re okay, you’re safe, I’m here.” The two of you couldn’t have been but 17 and 16.

When you awoke and tears sprung from your eyes, Shuri just pulled you into her and soothed you as she gently rubbed your back. When Queen Mother returned to her chambers she awoke her husband and told him that there was no need to worry about who Shuri would end up with and that Bast had been kind and blessed them with two daughters.

Now at 21 and 20, the Queen's words seemed to ring ever true. While neither of you claimed to be in a relationship, everyone in the palace (and in all of Wakanda for that matter) knew that it was more than platonic love shared between you two. Shuri had never courted anyone and neither had you, and nobody ever questioned it. You knew many people lusted after Princess Shuri but you never questioned where her loyalties lay. You were the one who was with her when she learned of her father's death and you supported her throughout the entire mourning process as you both grieved. You were each other's person no doubt about it.

Shuri hung up the call and walked into your bedroom, flopping right onto your bed. You chuckled as she snuggled deep within your covers, it was normal for her to do that, and expected that you would join her.

You scrolled through the notifications on your kimoyo beads much to Shuri’s dismay as you heard her kiss her teeth. One of her signals that she wasn’t getting the attention from you that she wanted.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You murmured as you walked towards your bed and sat down on the edge. Your tiny brown sleep shorts and matching cami shirt gave Shuri the perfect view of your back. She admired the two dimples in your back that sat just above your ass and the way that your curves fit your body just right. Her eyes trailed up your back, and your curly hair was pulled up into a pineapple for maximum convenience while you slept, giving Shuri a view of your neck. She couldn’t stand you being so close to her and not touching so she wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back into her.

You took the hint, got under the covers, and finally laid on your back staring straight up at the ceiling. Shuri’s hand snaked down to find yours and interlaced your fingers in hers. Bringing them to her mouth so she could kiss your hand.

“So, what did you have planned for today, my princess?” You asked with a light giggle as she peppered kisses all over your hand.

“I was thinking,” She said once she had finished “That we go over to the garden and spend the day there today.” She turned to face you anticipating your response.

You turned your head to face her and shot her a “Are you crazy?” look.

The garden was a secret project you, but mostly Shuri had started when you were in your final years of school. After watching the Young and Wild and Free music video, the two of you decided it couldn’t be that hard to grow your own weed here in Wakanda. You tested it all inside of a small house that had once belonged to the gardener but had been long abandoned. It only took a few months and the two of you had grown enough to harvest and test.

And test you did!

Being both of your first times the effects were immediate and apparent, but both of you enjoyed the mood it put you in. Shuri enjoyed how it allowed you to open up to her and her the same to you, many of your most vulnerable conversations were held in the garden. For a year the two of you spent damn near every weekend sneaking off into the garden to light up and talk before going on a movie marathon.

Years later and the tradition had faded. You knew Shuri still maintained the garden and used it occasionally but you only went out there when Shuri dragged you out. The last time was over a month ago and it ended with the two of you being questioned for a long time by T’Challa, insisting that of course, you two were not high. The conversation ended with T’Challa saying that the two of you were terrible liars, which only led to a giggle fit ensuing.

“Do you not remember the last time?” You demanded with a roll of your eyes “What if we get caught by Queen Mother this time?”

Shuri laughed “We are grown! Mother can only say so much, we are our own people sthandwa!”

You let out a groan in response, she knew how much you loved when she called you that.

“Come on, you know you want to come to hang out and relax with me. Do it for your princess.” She commanded with her same trademark smile.

“Fine! But Shuri, I’m not helping you roll anything! You have to do all the work since you want it so badly.” You retorted as you stood up from the bed. You walked over to your closet and looked for something to wear.

“I don’t even know why you would say that, you never roll anyway.” Shuri spoke quietly to herself with a small laugh.

“What did you say?” You called from inside the closet.

“Nothing sthandwa! Get dressed!” She called back with a smirk.

You decided on one of Shuri’s oversized hoodies (that fit you more like a normal hoodie) with a black skin-tight shirt, a pair of black leggings, and a small cross-body bag that held your film camera to wear. So the two of you started your walk down the back palace steps towards the garden. As you walked you admired Shuri’s outfit. She had recently become a fan of American tracksuits so today she wore gray sweatpants with a matching gray zip-up jacket. Under the jacket, she wore a form-fitting t-shirt that accentuated her slender slightly muscular figure. Her short curly hair was styled up as normal and you admired how this new haircut suited her face so well.

She looked edible.

As you two approached the small garden house, Shuri broke the comfortable silence that had developed.

“I’ve made some new improvements to our little getaway, I hope you like them sthandwa.” Shuri held open the door for you and you walked in.

Where once the walls were lined with movie posters and American logos from companies like Pringles, KFC, and Budweiser; they’re now covered with album sleeves from the two of your favorite records. Covers from Stevie Wonder, Lauryn Hill, and Gregory Porter all the way to recent favorites like Noname, Mavi, and Frank Ocean. You walked deeper into the room and noticed where bean bags and a couch that had seen better days once sat, a new couch (big enough to be mistaken for a bed) and a hammock installed into the ceiling now resided.

You had regarded on your last trip that the place had started to remind you of your joined teen years and Shuri being the girl she was decided that meant it was time for a rebrand.

“Shuriiii!!!!” You gushed “This is too much! When did you have the time to do all of this!?” You ran into her open arms and squeezed her tightly. Shuri smiled and wrapped her arms around you.

You pulled your head off her chest to look up at her as she spoke. “I wanted it to be a space for us again and we don’t have to just smoke here either. I moved all of the plants downstairs and created a new filtration system so it will never smell like smoke and-”

You cut her off by placing a kiss on her lips. She moved her hands to cup your face trying to deepen the kiss. She loved the taste of your lips, the way they parted to let hers in, the way your tongue always battled with hers for dominance knowing it was never a battle you were going to win.

You pulled away from the kiss, a deep red color staining your chocolate skin, she made you blush every time she kissed you and it made her proud to see how breathless she left you.

“Thank you Shuri, I really mean it.”

“You kiss me like that again, we’re not going to leave here for days.” Shuri mused as she quickly swiped her thumb across your plump bottom lip. Your deep brown eyes caught hers and her gaze held you there like that as she looked down upon you with enamored eyes.

You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and bit it lightly. You hated the way Shuri could get you like this so easily. With just a few words or a persistent look, you turned to putty in her hands. Shuri however adored you like this, the way you were so drunk on lust that you listened to every word she said and followed her directions with little pushback.

You tried to turn away and break eye contact but Shuri caught your chin before you could move. She placed a delicate kiss on your lips before speaking.

“Go sit on the couch, make yourself at home. I’m going to get everything ready, you can connect to the speakers via bluetooth; the name is Y/N.” She let go of your face and left you standing there speechless as she started rummaging through drawers looking for the materials she needed.

“Damn you Shuri.” You thought as you walked over to the square-shaped couch, pulled off your bag, took out your camera, and plopped down making yourself comfortable. You pulled up the bluetooth settings and clicked connect on the one named after you. You kicked your slippers off and tucked your feet underneath you as you figured out what album to pick. You settled instead on the “To Y/N, with love” playlist, the playlist she had made for you years ago that still received monthly updates.

Shuri chuckled as the sounds of Nothing Even Matters by Lauryn Hill rang out through the speakers. She knew how much you loved music when she made you the playlist but hadn’t anticipated how much you would listen to the playlist. When you first noticed she had updated it, you nearly fell out; loving all the new music she added.

“You’re still listening to this old thing?” Shuri asked as she plopped down next to you, she held in her hands a rolling tray, a lighter, and two mason jars filled with herbs and weed respectively, a joint tucked between her lips.

You just hummed along to the words and smiled as you sang to her.

“Now the skies could fall. Not even if my boss should call. The world it seems so very small-”

She finished the line for you.

“Cause nothing even matters, at all. See nothing even matters.”

She took the joint from between her lips and handed it to you. You took it and after examining it for a second you placed it between your lips. Shuri leaned over into your personal space and sparked the lighter bringing it up to the joint and lighting it. You gazed at Shuri through the fire and felt a similar feeling inside of your gut as the two of you made eye contact. You pulled in deeply, allowing the smoke that was invading your mouth to travel directly to your lungs. Shuri pulled the lighter away when she was sure the joint would stay lit but didn’t break eye contact. You couldn’t handle the way she was looking at you, desire plain across her face so you pulled away as you removed the joint from your mouth, turned your head away, and exhaled. Releasing all the smoke in your lungs.

This caused Shuri to smirk, you were always so innocent, she could read you like a book. The way your thighs squeezed together when she held her hand on them for too long or the way you could never hold eye contact. She knew what she did to you and was fully planning to keep it up.

Shuri pulled a paper out of the pack she had and started opening the mason jars that contained her herbs. A comfortable silence had developed between the two of you, as you hit the joint and you both hummed along to Montego Bae by Noname. Shuri was the first to break the silence.

“One of your children asked me when me and you were going to be “princesses together?” when I stopped down to visit yesterday.”

You looked over at Shuri and let out a large laugh “What?”

You knew generally what Shuri was referring to; the orphanage that you volunteered in part-time was located just outside of the palace walls. Queen Mother thought it best for you to have something to occupy your time since Shuri spent large chunks of time in her lab and time away from each other was the key to a healthy relationship. The idea to work in the orphanage came to you after you spent the afternoon with the children, taking photos for the local newspaper. You came that first day and had never left; it made you feel good to help the children, knowing Queen Mother was the only reason you didn’t end up there.

“Mhm.” Shuri nodded, you noticed her hands that were beginning the careful process of rolling. This part always made you admire Shuri, her attention to detail and meticulous technique was a work of art. She looked so beautiful concentrating like that, you reached into your bag, grabbed your camera, and snapped a photo of her.

“It was Adah wasn't it?” You asked with a chuckle as you tucked your camera next to you.

While Shuri didn’t visit the orphanage with you frequently, whenever she did the first person to greet her was Adah. When Shuri wasn’t there Adah normally clung to your side during your daily work and generally kept quiet; preferring to see how the other kids played than actually playing herself. But when Shuri turned up, another side of Adah came out and she shed her shy exterior. Running around, dragging Shuri to and from activities and crafts, determined to show the princess a good time.

The whole of Wakanda was aware of your special relationship with Shuri, the children included. The difference between the two was that children didn’t have the social politeness to know not to ask about when the two of you were going to make it official, official.

Shuri just nodded as she brought her tongue to the paper, swiping it across to dampen the paper. She knew your eyes were following her tongue but let you slide this time without a sly remark. She finished rolling the joint and placed it on the coffee table.

You took another hit, feeling the effects of this new strain throughout your whole body before passing it to Shuri

“I keep telling them they can’t just ask when someone’s getting married.” You said with a playful kiss of your teeth.

Shuri took a deep pull of the joint and looked over at you. “I told her that we would be married within the next three years.”

“You said WHAT?” You shot up straight off of the couch and stood in front of Shuri. “You told my Adah we were to be married within the next three WHAT?”

Shuri simply laughed and took another hit of the joint. “I don’t see a problem with what I said sthandwa. We will be married within the next three years, no?”

“Have the chemicals that you deal with in the lab finally knocked something lose up there??” You playfully tapped on the side of her forehead with your fingers.

“Aht-” Shuri swatted your hand away with her free hand, and she took another hit. “I don’t get what's so wrong with what I said, we will be married within the next three years and have kids within the next five years. What's so insane about what I said?”

“Oh, you’ve lost your GODDAMN MIND Shuri Udaku!” You threw your hands up in disbelief and turned to walk away from Shuri.

“She must have lost it!” You thought to yourself. “Before she asks me to be her girlfriend she declares me her wife?” Truthfully you didn’t have a problem with marrying Shuri, that wasn’t the problem. But to have her declare so matter of factly without consulting you, that gave you a little bit of irritation.

Shuri used the opportunity of your back turning slightly to her as you walked away to grab one of your arms, pulling you closer and forcing you off balance. She used her newfound leverage to pull you into her lap, putting you face to face with her. Her free hand found its way to the top of your thigh and she rubbed lightly sending butterflies throughout your body. You were used to being in this position, it was one of Shuri’s favorites. She said it gave her a perfect view of your beautiful face while still satisfying her need for physical touch.

“Do you not want to be my wife sthandwa?” Shuri asked in a sultry voice, bringing the end of the joint to your lips allowing you to take the last hit.

You turned your head away from her to not release the smoke into her face, but even once you finished you kept your eyes from hers. It was all too much right now, the weed, the way Shuri switched her tone of voice and her hand that was gently rubbing the top of your thigh. Too much to be able to focus on this conversation right now.

Shuri placed the finished joint on the coffee table and grabbed your chin with her first three fingers, allowing her thumb to rest on your cheek and stroke it gently.

“Look at me.”

You obliged her request and made eye contact with the princess, her brown eyes were low and addicting to stare at.

“Be my wife Y/N.”

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pagodazz · 2 months

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Dudeee i fr didnt know people publicly like wrote nsfw shit on like tiktok comments about the cast of emh and im so glad I never saw that like i only ever saw stuff like “I can fix him” “writing abt him in my diary and kicking my feet” 😭 like the wildest thing I saw was probably like. Edits w mildly sexual audios!!!

I think most ppl posting these comments and commenting r like kids?? But Jesus it’s so insane it’s so easy for younger ppl to pull ts bc today u have suchhhh an easy access online :// like idc if u write/read fanfics but I gotta say when ppl start writing abt like rape n shit it makes me queasy so I can’t imagine the actors learning abt that, hope ur doing well tho!! Thank you for bringing awareness to this!!! I think people always go too far w actors like fine write fan fictions of the character but actors is wild

Ranted so much I’m so sorry omg I’m so sorry no one I talk to know my niche interests 💔💔

IM DOING WELL I hope u are too!!!

and I'm honestly very happy that so many people are seeing my post about this situation, because it's just starting to get worse especially since some of these edits are getting 20k+ likes from people who DO NOT KNOW THE MEDIA AS WELL... it's so aughh,,,

The actor of Vinnie was just so upset when the fics w rape started to be written, since he was VERY active in the fandom, I mean he even used to answer DMS and shit for questions but. do you see him anymore 😭😭😭 no bc... he had minors being predatory towards him?? it's so. wild.

I try to post about this topic again and again and this is the FIRST time one of my posts has actually gotten alot of attention, I think it might be do to the fact I felt just so frustrated when I wrote it. I had delt with seeing multiple TikToks in a row with sexual audios and videos talking about how big a characters ass his and how they wanna have sex with them and it's just. AUGH. like 😭😭😭⁉️⁉️⁉️ keep that to ur DMS.

and don't be sorry about ranting !!!!!!! I don't mind being a space to dump some thoughts sometimes!!!! if you ever have emh questions or wanna share some of ur thoughts my asks are open!!!! I'll always try my best to answer them,,, it may take me awhile since I've got alot going on in this head of mine, but!!!!!!! I love hearing people talk about things they enjoy!!!

#🐍 ⦻#everymanhybrid #emh #slenderverse #marble hornets #mlandersen0 #dh00

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s1ckh1mb0 · 1 month

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Hey I have been following you for a while now and I really like your work I saw that you made a post talking about how black reader acts and how they are stereotyped by the writers and as a poc I reader a lot of black reader and I can see why people are saying that because you may have grown up around people in the hood that act like that because I have too but that doesn’t mean everyone else has and I’m not saying you have to change the way she acts because it’s your work and it’s good I’m just saying I don’t always wanna be a dumb ass who wears little pick skirts and dating the “plug” because you can reader a non poc story and it’s not her dating a rapper or the “plug” and a lot of poc writers make the characters that they are writing for “hood” like the aot fandom is really bad at doing that and I hate that they make the characters “hood niggas” or the plug or even a rapper and I know what it’s like growing up in the hood and I sometimes act like that but not everyone does.

Okay well respectfully just find someone else to read LMAO. Like I make regular fics and I make “hood nigga” fics. Just ignore the ones you don’t like. Non hood fics got the reader being ditzy and wearing short clothes as well so idk what that point was💀. Non poc wont write like that because one they just don’t want and two they don’t know how to. “Not everyone acts like that” well a good majority of ppl do and that’s why they like my work. And what’s wrong with them characters being rappers like you don’t even have to be hood for that😭. Like I said before if you don’t like then just don’t read it, or write your own stories. It’s not even like aot fandom is mostly made of these “hood nigga” Au’s, cause that exactly what is it a AU. Literally there’s a bunch of “regular” fics out there. But y’all are choosing to come on to ppls page, read the works, and then choosing to criticize us about what WE wrote. Like we want representation too. Not everyone gets this soft life that you guys want written so badly. And I don’t make reader dumb sooo, if anything “regular” fics make her this dumb crybaby that will literally go back to the characters after being played and cheated on over and over and just call it toxic! (Character). Another thing ppl seem to forget that this “stereotype” ppl have for us is still how ppl are. Like yeah ppl are loud and “ghetto” but y’all think just cause that they violent and toxic. Y’all are just pushing more stereotypes onto us and judging us for not being able to conform to everyone else’s norms. Like yeah you’re not like us good for you ig but that’s not gonna change that we are what most (white) ppl call ghetto or rachet. So yeah. Again like, I make regular fics as well so idk why when I started making hood fics is it’s suddenly a problem. Let ppl write what they want. Because this is for MY entertainment and ppl happen to like it, and I happen to be good at it.

Fr it’s basically like the girlies that get it just get it

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safic4-m · 1 year

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Lady Dimitrescu

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem Lector

Author’s Note: So…mmh I don’t know how to justify this, it’s the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written and well…I have certain conflicts. Alcina isn’t on the character list just a little treat, but if you make a request MAYBE I’ll take her into consideration.

ALCINA POWER BOTTOM

Warnings: Dark Y/n, choking not in the sexy way, we hate Mother Miranda, guns, “kidnapping”, mind control, bigotry, mention of genocide, mommy kink and GP reader.

Word count: 3041

~Master list~

One-shot

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You weren’t sure how long she had been locked up for, it could have been decades or even centuries, but there was one name that wouldn’t leave your mind.

Miranda

You would get revenge for what she did to you but first you had to resolve some issues.

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-Mother Miranda Heisenberg is not someone who can be trusted to carry this out- says Alcina rising from her place.

-I have already made my decision- says Miranda fed up with the woman.

-But…- Alcina begins but is interrupted by a loud bang.

-Look no more…if it’s Mirada or should I call you the black god,- you say angrily, appearing in a cloud of black smoke.

With a simple movement of your hand you make Miranda fly to the other side of the room, seeing this Alcina moves to face you but she can’t move from her place, you turn to see her with a devilish smile while looking her up and down.

-Cute, but not strong enough,- you say with superiority.

-120 years, I was locked up for 120 YEARS- making her levitate while you hang her -I helped you with your experiments and THIS IS HOW YOU PAY ME- making the place rumble.

-I’ll make you pay for this Miranda- watching her try to fight back -and I have the perfect idea- a smile grows on your face.

For the first time in a long time Miranda was afraid, messing with you has been one of her biggest mistakes, she never listened when she was told it was best to stay away from you. You had become powerful in different ways, she because of the megamiceta and you because you became corrupted.

Apparently you were a witch who messed with bigger things than her, she had destroyed you and like a phoenix you were reborn from the ashes, more powerful, stronger and unstoppable.

-Since you’ve done all this to bring Eva back…what if I make it so you can never get her back,?- you hiss angrily.

-N…no…please…- trying to breathe -don’t…mmm…take Eva away from me…- making her fall down as you let go of her

-Speak- you order, seeing her coughing on the floor.

-You can have Alcina…but please don’t take Eva from me,- she pleads on her knees.

You don’t have to turn around, to see the tall woman with the broken heart, Mother Miranda had offered her to you as if she was a simple object, Alcina had always been devoted to Miranda and she paid her back in this way.

-Do you really think you can settle your account with me by offering her to me?,- you question, making a knife appear.

-You can do with her whatever you want,- she says attentive to your every move, -she has regenerative abilities… I know you used to have slaves, she could be of some use to you.

Everyone thought you had slaves, but in reality you didn’t, you had submissives, which is very different. The offer sounded tempting, it had been a long time since you had fun, but you wouldn’t force someone to do something against their will.

-How pathetic you’ve become,- you say venomously, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Things may not have turned out the way you wanted, but seeing how she herself turned one of her “children” against her by trying to get out of settling her account, was much better than what you would have asked for.

You decide to stay in the area, with any luck you might find a girl to have fun with.

- - -

Okay, this had not been your best idea, the town sucked, people would walk away when they saw you and there was some kind of hybrid between human and mud. Maybe if you went deeper into the forest you’d find something worthwhile.

The gentle breeze blows against your face, the fresh air and the sound of birds, before you became what you are now, you enjoyed nature so much but then you just wanted to kill anything that got in your way.

You find a beautiful tree and sit down under it to rest, before you can fall asleep you hear something approaching in the distance.

You prepare yourself for a worthy opponent, but what you find lowers your spirits, three girls appear with blood in their mouths, a blonde, a brunette and a redhead.

-She’s mine, I found her first,- says the brunette threatening you with a sickle.

-Of course not, she’s mine,- says the redhead fighting with the other one.

Suddenly the three of them are fighting among them about who is going to be the one to stay with you, you didn’t have time for this, 5 minutes pass before they realize that you are gone.

You feel how one of them quickly approaches you but is puzzled to see you vanish in a cloud of smoke, you play with them for a while until you let them catch you.

-I’ve got her,- says the blonde, cornering you with a tree.

She approaches your neck to drain you but you stop her before she can do anything.

-I wouldn’t do that my dear,- putting a hand on her chest.

You take her sickle cutting your palm, the blood flows from the wound and falls on the roots of the tree making it die in a matter of seconds.

-What did you do?- asks the astonished blonde.

-My blood is a poison,- you answer giving her back her weapon.

-Mother has to see it,- says the redhead excitedly as she arrives with the other one.

The three of them are taking you through the forest until they arrive at a gloomy mansion.

-Mother!!,- shout the girls at the same time.

-Your mother is single?- you ask, thinking that maybe this will end with a happy ending.

-Excuse me?- asks the brunette.

-What’s all the fuss about?- asks a female voice.

When you see who it belongs to you meet Alcina, you can tell she has been crying, you imagine because of the events of earlier.

-Mother, we found this woman in the forest and she showed us something fascinating,- says the redhead excited to tell her mother.

-Look,- says the brunette, cutting off your hand so that it falls on a coffee table.

The table is quickly destroyed by the contact with your blood.

-Her blood is poisonous,- says the blonde pointing out what just happened.

-Leave us alone,- Alcina orders her daughters.

The girls leave quickly and you sit in one of the armchairs.

-How dare you set foot in my house,- standing in front of you.

-I am not to blame for your problems.

-I’m sorry?

-You’re forgiven,- you say with a smug smile.

-Get out,- he orders in a firm voice.

-No thanks, I’m fine here,- looking at your surroundings attentively, -sit down, you’re stressing me out.

Alcina quickly complies with the order without understanding where this is coming from.

-What are you doing to me?- she asks, looking at you attentively.

-Mental control my dear,- you answer taking your time to admire her.

-Why if you are so powerful would you be working for someone like Miranda?,- you ask clearly confused.

-Everything I have I owe to Mother Miranda.

-And you’re back to the same thing,- you say angrily rolling your eyes, -Miranda is nothing but a sham

-Take it back!- she says taking a firmer stance.

-Never,- you spit angrily at his order, -the only thing that moves Miranda is her thirst to get her daughter back.

-Of course not,- she says more calmly.

-As far as I know, I created the cadou to bring Eva back, but first I had to prove it.

-He committed genocide by playing God and Salvatore was his first “success” - making quotation marks with his fingers - you were lucky compared to him, Heisenberg, a giant dog and Donna.

You take a moment knowing the suffering of the doll maker.

-The poor thing was already in trouble and that what Mirada put on her caused her to lose an eye and left a big scar…the reason why she wears the veil.

-How do you know?- she asked defensively.

-I know everything- showing a smirk -you were the backup singer of a jazz band, you have a beautiful voice and about the fixation you have about being Miranda’s favorite…but honey you deserve so much better- taking her jaw so that she can see you

-You deserve to be loved and cared for,- just an inch from her lips.

You hear her breath catch and she bites her lip, you turn away as you hear someone coming and you think you hear a moan of frustration from the woman. In comes one of a maid with a tray holding a cup of blood and the bottle.

You see Alcina take the cup in one go and pour herself another.

-Do you want something?- the girl asks you.

-To you, sweetheart-, passing your hand around her waist.

You see the girl blushing because of your open flirting.

-How about if I give you what you want?

-That’s all,- says the woman next to you angrily making her leave quickly.

-Is someone jealous?- you ask returning your attention to Alcina.

-Of course not,- she says without looking at you.

-Look me in the eyes when I ask you something,- making her look at you, -so?- you ask arching an eyebrow.

-I’m not jealous of her,- he says firmly but you know it’s not true.

-Really?- leaving a trail of kisses on her neck.

Alcina quickly moves away exposing your full height before you and seeing you from above, you show a smug smile, standing up from your place while a huge cloud of smoke forms around you, matching Alcina’s height.

-How did you do it?- she asks, looking up at you in amazement.

-I’m more powerful than you think,- you answer in a voice too hoarse for words.

-Whatever you’re thinking, I assure you it’s not going to happen,- he stammers.

-I would never do anything without your consent,- you say looking at your nails, -but are you sure,- returning your gaze to her, -I can’t imagine how hard it must be to not be able to get someone worth it.

Your voice sounds so deep and seductive that Alcina can’t help but get wet just listening to you.

-I can smell your excitement,- you say, appearing behind her.

This catches the woman off guard, causing her to move away from you and almost lose her balance, you quickly grab her, pulling her towards you.

-I’ve got you,- you say a few inches from her lips.

Alcina breaks the space between you, kissing you hard, her action taking you by surprise but it doesn’t take long for you to kiss her back, your tongues fight against each other for dominance, with your foot you separate her legs to flex your knee giving Alcina some friction.

When she separates she has swollen lips and smeared lipstick, she pulls you in for another kiss but you stop her.

-Your daughters are on the other side of the door,- you whisper, barely audible to her.

The woman takes you by the hand and leads you through the castle to what you think is her room.

You make her lie down and tear her dress, before she can complain, you silence her with your lips on hers. Your tongue enters her mouth and you make her moan as your hands grab her breasts, playing with her nipples.

-Do you like it when I touch you like this?- you ask squeezing it.

Making her moan in response, even with this shape her breasts are still big but you couldn’t wait to put your mouth on them.

You kiss again, but this time more desperate, one of your hands goes down and finds her wet panties, your gentle touch makes her squirm in place looking to get more friction. You smack her pussy, drawing a loud moan from her in response, they continue kissing for a while until they part and you scatter kisses your way.

You settle on her legs and inhale the smell of her pussy, you give a long lick stopping at her clit, the woman hums softly and moves her hips a little.

-So needy- leaving a kiss on her clitoris.

You spit on her pussy and start eating her, as if it was your last meal, her hand tangles in your hair as you suck her clit hard.

-Yess…right there- grinding her hips against your face.

You push your tongue inside Alcina, being greeted with a stream of wetness, her fingers buried in your hair, pulled while, she dripped shamelessly into your mouth.

She pressed you against her closer, your lips sucking on her clit, teeth grazing it, making her growl in response

-You make me cum in your mouth,- she stutters between gasps.

You press two fingers against her and the woman became a moaning mess, you don’t stop eating her out as you thrust your fingers in and out. After a while you add another, feeling her walls clench against them.

Alcina’s hips buck violently against your face, your fingers digging into her hips to hold her in place while your other hand moves up to play with her nipples. Her hips jerked violently as she threw her head back with her eyes closed and biting her lip hard.

-Fuck… -she says squirming as the waves run through her body.

You get rid of your clothes and see Alcina’s gaze glued to your crotch. You could change any part of your body at will and that also meant you could grow a penis.

-Do you like what you see?- you ask, watching her lick her lips.

GOD IT WAS SO BIG, Alcina could only imagine you filling her with your cock.

-Please,- she says, squeezing her thighs together.

-Look no more, it’s not enough that I made you cum a few seconds ago,- running her hand over your penis.

You hit her, making her spread her legs, having a direct view of her wet pussy.

-Please…- she begs as you tease her.

You run your cock over her labia to lubricate it with her juices, tease her some more by running the tip over her aching clit.

-Please… Mommy,- she says barely in a whisper.

The moment Alcina realizes the words that came out of her mouth she tenses up completely, but instead a smile breaks out on your face.

-Do you want mommy’s cock inside you?- you ask, pressing her clitoris with the tip.

A loud moan comes out of her and you see her nod quickly.

-Use your words honey- running your nails up and down her legs.

-Mommy I want your cock inside me so bad- spreading her legs further apart.

-You deserve it, you’ve been a good girl- pushing your length slowly inside her.

You stand still letting her adjust before you start to move slowly, the moans coming from the woman urging you to go faster

-You’re taking mommy’s cock so well,- you praise her, drawing a loud gasp from her.

-Harder mommy…

You comply with her request and start pounding her harder, her breasts bounce with each thrust you give and you can’t get one in your mouth, making her moans increase.

Her hand tangles in your hair pulling you closer, you suck on her nipple while with your hand you play with the other one, squeezing and pulling it.

-Goddd mommy… -making you moan like an animal in heat.

The noises coming out of Alcina’s mouth were not proper for the Lady of the castle, but she felt so good as you filled her with your big cock and tended her breasts.

-You’re mine and no one else can have you- you growl biting her neck.

You moaned as you fucked her faster and faster, getting closer and closer to your peak.

-God…you are so tight- feeling her walls tighten around you.

-Please…can I cum?- she begs with tears in her eyes.

-A girl with manners, huh?- continuing your onslaught, -I want you to say my name when you cum.

Her legs entangle pushing you all the way in, her walls clamped tightly around your cock, making you spill your cum inside her. You grabbed your cock and pulled it out of her, watching your cum spill out of her, dripping onto the bed.

- - -

Several hours later, you had Alcina on her hands and knees on the bed, her breathing shallow and labored after her fifth orgasm of the day.

-I can’t take it anymore…- she says between moans from the over stimulation.

-Of course you can, sweetheart,- you say, spreading kisses on her back, -just one more.

-Okay…mo…

Being interrupted the moment your hand found her clitoris drawing circles around it. You gave her ass a quick slap, moving your hands underneath her to pull her closer to you.

You slowed down to really watch your cock thrusting in and out of Alcina, noting the way she was fully stretched around you before speeding up again, slapping your hips against the back of her thighs.

-Fuck, I’m going to cum again mommy!- with your face pressed against the bed.

Seeing the redoubtable Lady Dumitrescu with her ass up begging for release was quickly pushing you over the edge.

-Cum with me princess- rubbing her clit, as you were about to cum.

-Shit mommy…

She didn’t finish her sentence moaning loudly, as her pussy tightened around your cock and you cum inside her. You waited a few seconds before you pulled out, to settle down beside her, pulling her body over yours.

-You did very well little girl,- drawing meaningless patterns on her body.

Alcina was an extremely tall woman but the fact that you called her that, made her heart flutter, at the affectionate nickname. After a while she moves to look at you from her place on your chest.

-I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant, do I?,- she asks, making you laugh.

-Of course not,- you reply, stroking her cheek.

Alcina can’t help but lean into your touch, which was so full of affection and love. She felt so good with you that it scared her, you could literally destroy her completely and she was afraid of that.

-I won’t hurt you, I promise,- you say, reading her mind.

-I don’t know anything about you,- she says looking at you with her beautiful yellow eyes.

-I’m a witch,- you say, listening to the woman mocking.

-Really?- she asked sarcastically.

-I was born a witch but destiny had different plans.

In all your years of life, you had never felt this way about anyone and it honestly scared you.

-What do you say about a bath, huh?“ running her hand through her hair as she yawns, she says, burying her face in her mouth.

-No,- she says burying her face in the crook of your neck.

-All right, but at least you have to drink,- handing her a cup of blood, -I need you healthy honey, because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.

#resident evil #re8 #re8 alcina #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #alcina #tall woman #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina power bottom #sub alcina #dom reader

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eatingrosescollab · 1 month

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Ask about tma fanfics you say? 👀

No but fr the way I got so excited when I saw pages and pages had been updated

I love how passive aggressive and snippy leitner was to Jon and Elias and I love the part about the highland cows sm, good for Martin getting some more responsibility (even if he may not have the experience to warrant it, he deserves it)

I was wondering what prompted the thing about Jon reviewing the poetry analysis and why Elias got so upset at the no notes part? I mean I do think Jon had a good point but I’m thinking it was maybe Elias was just pissy about the attitude

I’m also interested about the poem Martin wrote during all that especially with the stimulus he was given

Great chapter as always chefs kiss

ALSO ALSO

The way that you wrote about the scenery in this chapter had me in a trance GAHHH it was just so beautiful and well written and the way that I could so clearly visualize it was just>>>>

Omg thank you 😭😭😭 we’re in the final stretch and I’m so anxious for it to be finished.

I’ve always seen Leitner as being a crotchety old weirdo (and I kinda agree with the theory that he’s Martin’s dad. Not in Pages and Pages, but in TMA. So I figured they should get along. Besides, who can hate Martin? He’s so cute!).

I don’t want to give too much away, but I’m trying to draw parallels between Elias making Jon into the Archive and Professional Editor Elias making Jon into a better editor. He already made Martin write it to make him a better poet, why not use it to test Jon, too?

And if Jon’s not willing to realize his full potential, well, that’s what Elias is here for.

(Plus Jon is kind of a brat and is like “I don’t like poetry therefore I don’t have to edit it so there.” It’s supposed to be implied he’s not even putting in effort).

The poem will come up later!

Really?? The scenery?? Wow thank you!!

You can read my fic Pages and Pages on Ao3!

#tma #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #martin k blackwood #martin blackwood #martinelias #jonmartin #jonelias #publishing au #au fic #fanfiction #fanfic #pages and pages #tma fanfic

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Hello there! I’m really glad you posted again. Loved it ❤️

Requesting time yet again (it’s okay if you don’t get to this soon. Life happens 🤷🏽‍♀️): May i please request a little (or lengthy if you want) fic about how the clones would react to a haunted house? Where I live we have these abandoned prisons and make haunted houses out of them and they scare the crap out of people, and I was wondering how our copy and paste boys would react.

Thanks, may the force be with you, sincerely Sha 🫡

HELLO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I try write when I can and your concern is so... *sobs* tysm.

TYSM SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST

I would have written this longer and in actual one shot form but fuck that im drained and writers' blocked so have some headcanons instead!!!!!!!

(writing below the cut <3)

Rex:

Rex spends the entire time trying to make sure no one dies.

Secretly terrified.

When they turned up he saw the house and just went ‘oh shit’, like, he did not expect the level of terror he was about to experience.

He stands in front of the others but is shaking and is pure white.

Went in with a fear of clowns, came out with a horrified dread for clowns.

Never steps foot in one again.

Screamed like a schoolgirl and got teased by Fives for the rest of the trip.

Fives:

Fives was the goofy guy who jumped at the obvious jumpscare people, but was also scared sometimes.

He pushed Hardcase into a clown at one point.

Got scared but only occasionally.

Other than that, totally unfazed.

Teased everyone who screamed/jumped.

Goes back to haunted houses a lot.

Laughed at all the actors but the actors could all tell he was nice (most of them could…).

Echo:

Tried to find a logical reason for absolutely everything.

Scared to the bone.

Hid behind Fives a lot - who didn’t tease him once.

Cried when a huge spider got dropped on him and had to leave.

Vomited outside, and never went into another haunted house again.

Was shaking the entire time.

Jesse:

Went in confident and came out a scared, traumatised mess.

Laughed at the funny costumes got terrified from like 90% of them.

Punched three actors in the face from being jumpscared.

Hid behind Rex but denied it the entire time.

Fives teasingly asked if he was scared and he immediately freaked and was like ‘NO NO NO’.

He ran out the door at the end, got in the car, and had a breakdown but pretended to be okay.

Kix:

He was scared but not majorly, and physically appeared unfazed.

#Badbitch fr.

Comforted everyone when they were scared.

Was making cheerful chips into conversations the entire time.

Went with Echo when he vomited and got him some water.

Yelled at a random passerby who teased him.

Cody:

Laughed the entire time.

Just laughing and cracking jokes the whole time.

Cheered up the group’s morale by like, 100%.

Befriended one of the actors.

Went to more haunted houses afterwards.

Absolutely loved it.

Was slightly upset by the people not having a good time, as it dampened his mood, but he never said anything about it.

Wolffe:

Unfazed.

This man walked in there stone-faced and came out the exact same.

Glared at the actors who scared his friends badly.

Punched a guy who was rude to a shiny.

Threatened a series of strangers who made fun of the others.

Just chilled basically.

Fox:

He chilled with Wolffe too.

Except Wolffe was an angry chill, Fox is sleep-deprived chill.

Walked around with a cup of steaming hot caff.

He just stood in the corner and sipped coffee most of the time.

Didn’t say a word basically.

Got sarcastic when people asked for his opinion.

hope you liked!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REQUEST PEOPLE I SRSLY MEAN IT!!!!!!!!!!!111

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Cinema Studies Minor Gets Super Into Analyzing K-Pop Videos 2.2

Disclaimer: I'm still a student, no where near an expert, I will be wrong in some technical aspects. Also my interpretations are my opinion which means you may disagree and that's okay. Awesome even! Just be normal about it fr. This is also very out of order bc that's how my brain works. Also I am but a baby loretiny, which means my interpretations are shaky at best compared to what's been established. But the lore is confusing anyway so....

The World EP.FIN: Trailer Analysis pt 2: Sections

THIS WAS WRITTEN NOVEMBER 11TH 2023

Structure, Lines, & Perspective

Yo, Get This Camera Out Of My Face

Who Put Stanley Kubrick In My Album Trailer?

The Entire Set Crew Needs To Be Sucked Silly (Again)

Black and White In The Lore

Structure, Lines, & Perspective:

There are so many fucking lines. There are SO. MANY. LINES just look at the trailer again for me okay? Try and find a curve in the set. There are so few, it's astonishing.

Now for a place called Strictland, you may expect to see strictness. Well, you'd be right!

To touch back on German Expressionism, lines are used to imply rigidity and structure. Strictland is strict, and thus characterized by straight lines and sharp, clear angles. There is little softness, it's all hard [insert other adjectives here].

The lines in general lead our eyes to the action and provide awesome contrast with our characters. I would insert screenshots however. I will not

Yo, Get This Camera Out Of My Face (why he smiling like that?)

Close-ups and lighting are on the mind due to watching The Passion of Joan of Arc and talking about low-key lighting with my film professor for an hour. Low-key lighting is very even, and in this case I think it's used for cosmetic reasons. Listen, flawless skin is not just skincare and make-up, lighting is huge in it too!

But it gives off the effect of being youthful, which helps since the youth are the new generation and Loreteez are ushering in a revolution and change comes with that.

Who Put Stanley Kubrick In My Album Trailer?

Yeah so Hongjoong is doing the Kubrick stare. The subject tilts their head down while looking directly into the camera. This naturally casts shadow and is unsettling as it breaks the fourth wall. Originally used to depict characters who just tipped over into madness/insanity and its rly creepy, which brings into question Hongjoong's intentions. Is he happy that the girl rejected him? Is he planning something more sinister?

The Entire Set Crew Needs To Be Sucked Silly (Again)

Note: Loreteez is used interchangeably to mean the members in the lore as a whole and as the “A” Universe members. Halateez is used to describe the “Z” Universe members.

I just want to talk about a few shots in particular that made me go crazy insane when I saw them. This is where the interpretations start going by the way.

This one is soooo perfect to me. You don’t understand. So let’s get into it.

Mise-en-scene (MES) is a term that boils down to everything you see on screen: set, props, costumes, actors, blocking, lighting, anything!

It’s separated clearly into foreground (desk and Wooyoung) and background (Yunho and the machines), though for our purposes we’re going to call Yunho’s field of depth the mid-ground and the curtains the background.

In all fields the technology is old and anchored, contrast that with the futuristic holograms in this shot:

Which emphasizes the binary between old and new. This is also the first time (if i recall correctly) Loreteez is using this technology, which indicates growth in their cause over all.

Back to the first shot. While the foreground has all this older technology, it still fits in with Strictland as, from what we have seen, don’t have modern/future tech at their disposal. And why would they have it readily available if their whole deal is suppressing human emotion (“The disease is human emotion” - The Awakening of Summer (Rhythm Ta) Kingdom Stage) and expression. You don’t have a need to develop better technology.

The mid-ground is much of the same; straight lines running straight across. Everything is old etc. But there are some round lights that break it up. Roundness? Out of the ordinary, right?

The background is more interesting though, because you finally get some curvature in this. The curtains are loose fabric and they drape which adds a different texture and shows that it’s not constrained to fall a certain way.

Pictured: Notes written on the screen.: Structure in machines, straight lines ins background / Fabric = loose, curves, along w/ circle and roundness

In all, the progression of structure to flowiness presents how Loreteez is, looming over the background, and a change from the rigidity of Strictland.

The second shot comes later, with Hongjoong stopping in front of the Academy student. She is standing in a cubby created by the walls angling upward, dividing the scene. Obviously too, Hongjoong is in all black while she is in white

Black and White in The Lore

As a quick aside: Black and White in the Ateez universe is so curious to me. Black in our society is understood as “bad” and white “good” and Ateez uses that binary to create shades of grey (which we WILL be discussing more thank you very much!) and nuances to the social issues being presented and critiqued. Strictland is white, and in that society, it is the “good”; saving its citizens from a disease. Loreteez are “bad” because they are rising against the norms and trying to change them, threatening the institutions Strictland has put into place.

While initially we saw Halateez as “evil” due to their masked appearances and black garb when they first appeared, it became clear in Answer that they are not the antagonists, rather on the same side as our protagonists, Loreteez.

But beyond that lineation: In this particular shot, the lines of the wall and the people walking past make an invisible line for Hongjoong and the girl to cross to be pulled to either side, good or bad. The invisible line being made of people in movement and the inanimate wall is not lost to me either; showing how barriers are not just physical but can be social/psychological

14 comes up here, that is a # to look out for. Maybe the number of songs? JK LMAO that'll never happen 😭 <- I wrote this before the trackless came out okie?

Despite all my black and white talk, the curious thing about the color grading is that there is no true white in the costumes, it is all grey. There is a mix, we have moved on from the clarity and have moved into the murky soup. The grey and nuance are exacerbated in the next shot.

In this, the only thing I can think of is the idea of yin and yang, that at the heart of good and evil there is the other. Again, there is an invisible line separating the girl and Hongjoong. On the girl's side are her white shoes and the darkness behind her. On Hongjoong's side is the black of his attire and the highlights in front of him. But it is not white, rather it is grey, which is a transitional color.

But at the end, the girl does not take his outstretched hand, she walks on, he smiles (quite evilly tbh, go back to the Kubrick stare section). Out of what? Pride maybe? Everything is going to plan? He's certainly not unhappy so…

But that concludes part 2! I might do more, but who knows?

#x.txt #x.cinema analysis #ateez

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Inspired by my last post… the SONGS I’d pick for c!beeduo? SO GOOD ‼️ my c!beeduo playlist was literal genius guys

If I may share some… 😏

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist by Rory Webley-

I like to pretend Ghostboo never existed. But if c!beeduo had been portrayed well and cc!beeduo hadn’t been such PUSSIES ‼️ …ghostboo could’ve been SO good. Such a painful arc for them. Like a love triangle 🥰 but it’s two of the same person and their husband 💀 anyways 😭 this song always reminds me of ghostboo. How c!tubbo would’ve just ignored him in favor or missing c!ranboo. While ghostboo felt like he could’ve been better

Lovefool by The Cardigans-

A classic. Obv, after the burger arc. Where c!ranboo immediately jumps to conclusions. Tho I also feel like with the way c!tubbo was written in that arc… ya can’t blame c!ranboo 💀

Francis Forever by Mitski

Mitski is literally c!Tubbo’s artist. Her songs are literally like all in c!Tubbo’s pov. But this one I’d imagine is after c!ranboo’s death, and where he doesn’t know how to go on after

If You Leave by Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark

I kinda imagine, in my better canon ending. They kinda wistfully parted ways. I think this one captures that ending well (OFC in my ending they got back tg after)

It Will Rain by Bruno Mars

In my perspective, c!Tubbo was written HORRIBLY. I think bc cc!tubbo hated cc!ranboo he didn’t even try with c!beeduo’s relationship 💀 but I imagine, and I rlly wish he was written in this way, that c!Tubbo really did love c!Ranboo. He was just as smitten as canon c!Ranboo was with c!Tubbo. He just wasn’t great at expressing it, and he always thought c!Ranboo could do better. But he was secretly terrified of c!Ranboo leaving, and he didn’t want that. Ofc, “cuz there’ll be no sunshine if I lose you baby” and “if you walk away, everyday it’ll rain”. He would be devastated if c!Ranboo left, not uncaring like c!Tubbo was portrayed

Warning Sign by Coldplay

Like my last one says, I think c!Tubbo was very insecure when it came to c!Beeduo’s relationship. He 100% thought c!Ranboo deserved better and thought c!Ranboo would be better without him. So I think he would’ve let him go. I think this song would show that kinda misery that came with actually LOSING c!ranboo and not having them in his life. He’d be running into c!ranboo’s arms fr 😭

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston

I think in the fucked up canon where c!beeduo weren’t meant for each other in the end. They would come to the conclusion that being married wasn’t for the best. So this song would be c!Ranboo leaving bc they know they aren’t what c!Tubbo needs. C!Tubbo would need more than c!Ranboo. Hey, I never said I liked my perspective of canon c!beeduo 💀

The Exit by Conan Gray

Every time I hear this song I remember c!Beeduo and just cry. But I kinda imagine post burger arc, c!Ranboo is just heartbroken and c!Tubbo is unapathethic. They grow apart. c!Tubbo is happier away and living his life. Even months later, c!Ranboo is still left wondering what went wrong with their life and their family and trapped in the past. They haven’t healed, aka “feels like we had matching wounds, but mine’s still black and bruised and yours is perfectly fine”. They’re just sad and heartbroken 😿 c’mon c!tubbo

Save Your Tears by The Weeknd

Every since this song came out, I think around the divorce arc, I’ve immediately thought of c!beeduo. In c!Tubbo’s pov ofc. “You look so happy when I’m not with you. But then you saw me, caught you by surprise . A single teardrop falling from your eyes. I don’t know why I run away. I make you cry when I run away. You could’ve asked me why I broke your heart. You could’ve told me that you fell apart. But you walked past me like I wasn’t there. You just pretended that you didn’t care. “ and “Girl take me back cuz I wanna stay, save your tears for another- I realize that I’m much too late and you deserve someone better. “ I feel like this would either be present burger arc or post. Maybe both. c!Ranboo heartbroken and c!Tubbo realizing and wanting to fix things

Level of Concern by Twenty One Pilots

Present burger arc. “Cause I told you my level of concern, but you walked by like you never heard” I’m act not quite sure for which of them I picked this song for. Maybe c!Ranboo being worried during the whole like. c!Tubbo and c!Quackity partnering thing and c!Tubbo being oblivious/dismissing it. Or c!Tubbo being worried about them and c!Ranboo ignoring his questions due to being angry

Little Talks by Monsters and Men

I think this song fits the change from the happy-go-lucky honeymoon phase where everything is perfect, to the “uh-oh, something’s wrong” start of unraveling and distrust of their relationship. Obv, c!Tubbo is the one who is panicked and feeling unsure, while c!Ranboo is the one who is trying to comfort him

Christmas in June by AJR

This is just bc of the animatic I saw years agon💀 but I feel like it is fitting. GO WATCH THE ANIMATIC THO IT’S SO CUTE, I THINK IT’S CALLED CHRISTMAS IN JUNE. BEEDUO? ANIMATIC? IDK 😭 GO WATCH IT THO

Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng

This isn’t less of the divorce arc and more of just c!beeduo in general 😭 to where I’d imagine the canon where they wouldn’t end up enemies LMFAO. This song is SOOOOOO c!Tubbo, panicking bc he accepted he’d never have a happy ending and here comes warm, loving c!Ranboo to turn that around. So cute

When He Sees Me (a lot of artists, it’s from the Waitress musical 😭)

c!Tubbo fr. Post L’Manberg, logical and pessimistic c!Tubbo who doesn’t ever see himself finding love. But he does want to be loved and meet the one, he’s just scared because he doesn’t feel like anyone could love him

Love Like You (Steven Universe lol)

I’M SORRRYYY IK THIS ONE IS SO OVERDONE 💀 but this fits c!Tubbo so well. Sorry I love me some c!Tubbo study y’all. Once him and c!Ranboo get “platonically” married, become really close and they rlly start to love each other. c!Tubbo is like holy guacamole. He’s literally the most incredible and kind-hearted person he’s ever met and he’s just too good. Nothing like c!Tubbo. And he’s like what’s he doing with me 😿 (hence the whole “he deserves better I’m so emo” thing)

I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith

This song makes me so emotional it’s so beautiful 😭 but I’d like to imagine c!Beeduo as this beautiful, loving, completely smitten relationship. I feel like in the beginning, around like March-June 2021 where they’re like wow this is new I’m like secretly in love with my platonic husband (or after they finally makeout) and we’re staring into each other’s eyes and everything’s so perfect and I’m so happy. This song is what I imagine c!Beeduo’s relationship as. Completely in love, like a dream

Strawberry Blond by Mitski

(Back to the divorce arc again LOL) c!Tubbo being oblivious and happy with his new life selling… burgers. c!Ranboo just smiling through the pain like I’m SO happy for you *ugly sobbing* but he loves c!Tubbo too much so he’ll put up with whatever

Sally’s Song (Nightmare Before Christmas)

I watched this movie for the first time around the c!Beeduo divorce arc. Yeah ik 💀 but when I heard this song I was like HOOOOOOOO THIS IS THEM FR ‼️ naw bc like “I sense there’s something in the wind that feels like tragedy’s at hand. And though I’d like to stand by him, can’t shake this feeling that I have. The worst is just around the bend. And does he notice my feelings for him? When will he see how much he means to me? I think it’s not to be” LITERALLY the whole song is c!Ranboo I’m just not gonna copy and paste the entire thing 😭 in the canon I think c!Ranboo would be the one who’s aware that the burger arc can only lead to bad things, and c!Tubbo’s oblivious (HE WOULD NOT BE BUT 🙄). Alas, c!Ranboo doesn’t want to say anything and silently supporters c!Tubbo’s decision, knowing c!Tubbo is ignoring c!Ranboo’s feelings

I Love You So by The Walters

I would play this song on loop just thinking abt c!Beeduo back then 😭 and every time I hear it I’m like ah. The gays. “You’re saying I’m the one but it’s your actions that speak louder” c!Ranboo seeing c!Tubbo isn’t SHOWING that he loves c!Ranboo. “I’ve got to get away and let you go, I gotta get over… but I love you so” c!Ranboo knowing he needs to leave c!Tubbo but he loves him too much to leave. “I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul, cuz you were cruel and I’m a fool, so please let me go” c!Ranboo eventually building resentment and leaving

Happier by Olivia Rodrigo

“Oh, I hope you’re happy. But not like how you were with me. I’m selfish, I know. I can’t let you go. So find someone great, but don’t find no one better. I hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier. “ c!Ranboo would 100% be the bitter ex-wife who loves c!Tubbo but also wishes him the worst LOL. He’d be like “yeah we’re done and I don’t wanna be with you, I hope whoever you end up with or whatever you end up doing doesn’t make you happy”

Feeling Lonely by boy pablo

“Can’t help it, I just miss you. How did I lose you now again? “ c!Tubbo. After the burger arc, c!Ranboo is bitter, distances himself, starts spending less time in snowchester and with c!tubbo, talks to him less and less until he’s not even there anymore. c!Tubbo finally stops being oblivious and is like “pookie what happened 😕💔” and turns into actual devastation bc he’s actually sad that c!Ranboo’s gone and he lost him

Alr folks 😭 that’s it. I’ll link my sloppy, unfinished (and probably will never be finished) c!beeduo playlist if desired. Y’all can take a look if desired :) if you actually got this far, I commend you. But I probably would’ve as well 💀 I’m desperate for any ounce of c!beeduo I can get. LOVE YOU, BYE!

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5BmmigtYA6GkOfFpaiFMda?si=uzocViyuRSyjK6scrJeKfA&pi=u-hU4qqT47SwqK

#c!beeduo #beeduo #cbeeduo #c!beeduo /r #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #dsmp

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mitsuributmexican · 2 years

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I am OBSESSED with your yandere shiganshina trio x reader series.

My request: how would they react to see their sibling crying because they failed a big test?

Here you go! :D

Yandere!Platonic! Shiganshina Trio Reacting To Their Sibling Crying Due To Failing A Big Test

CW/TW: Yandere, implications of murder, protectiveness.

Older Sister Mikasa

You were about to get your test scores back. This test had you anxious, the teacher making it known that it would make up a rather large portion of your grade.

To be honest, you weren't too confident in yourself. But you still hoped for the best as your teacher passed out the papers.

The odds were not in your favor today as you looked at your grade.

F. Marked with bright red pen. On the center of your paper.

You stare it at for a while before you feel a stinging sensation within you. You feel a pang, a sting, and nausea in your stomach all at once.

Pretty soon the stinging travels to your eyes. You're going to cry.

You do your best to keep it in.

Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show.

Thankfully as you feel like you can no longer hold your tears back, they release you from class and it is time to leave.

You get out of school as fast as you can.

As if you weren't in a bad enough state, you start worrying about what your siblings will think.

"They'll be disappointed" you think to yourself.

The entire way home from school you try to suppress your tears and sobs, not wanting your siblings to see that you were crying.

Once you get home from school, you think that you don't like you were crying.

You twist the doorknob open and say "Hi" to your older sister Mikasa.

Right on the spot Mikasa can tell you were crying.

Your voice was different, your eyes looked red, and you were sniffling down snot every few seconds.

"Sweetie, what happened?" she asks you.

You break down instantly.

All your tears and snot immediately start spilling out of you again.

Mikasa tries to calm you down as you try to explain what happened despite your sobs making your explanation hard to make out.

She leads you to the bathroom to get you some tissues to blow your nose and to rinse your face with cold water.

When you're calm enough, you tell her about failing the test.

She pulls you into a hug, you sob into her.

When you get out of the hug, she kneels down to your level and cups your face.

"You did your best; I know you did. I'm really proud of you and I know you didn't fail" she says"

You let out a rather meek sounding thank you.

Mikasa tells you to go get some water and then go take a short nap.

She said she has to go "run an errand"

On the way to get a glass of water, you run into Armin.

He had heard everything from downstairs and saw your tear-stained cheeks and heard the "I was crying earlier" in your voice.

Big Brother Armin

Mother bear mode sets in. Or should I say brother bear?

He quickly asks you what had happened, with you explaining it.

After you are done explaining, he gives you perhaps one of the tightest hugs you have ever received.

“Shh, don’t cry (Y/N), you’re okay.” he coos to you.

He pats your head and strokes it.

“Though this may seem hard to believe, but that letter does not define you. That letter does not say anything about you as a person, or your skills.” he says.

“You do as best as you can in school, and you should not feel like your worth is lessened because of a letter written by some fool on your test.” he continues.

Armin gives you your favorite dish for dinner and also gives you dessert.

He says he has to go to the store really quick at some point.

And comes back with a plush of your favorite animal.

You squeeze it and thank him.

“You don’t need to thank me (Y/N), you really needed a plush today.” he says.

The entire night Armin comforts you and gives you reassurance.

He lets you know how proud he is of you and that you tried your best.

As you two are talking, your conversation is interrupted by the front door opening.

It is none other than Eren.

Older Brother Eren

Eren had gotten home from a late shift at his job.

He had gotten filled in on what had happened from Mikasa.

He walks over to you and is quick to bombard you with questions.

“Are you alright?” “The teacher didn’t make fun of you, right?” etc.

“Eren, I’m fine.” you tell him.

He asks you the name of the teacher that gave you the F.

When you tell him her/her/their name you swore you saw his fist clench.

Eren tries comforting you the rest of the night before you go to bed.

He tells you a story about how he once had to do summer school.

“Mom was super freaked out, you should’ve seen her.”

He also shows you a funny picture of him when he was your age.

You’re practically wheezing at it, especially seeing Armin with long hair and those thick glasses. (Basically how they look in the high school AU)

After a bit, it almost seems as if Armin and Eren are trying to usher you to go to bed.

Armin being quick to give you a glass of milk and some cookies to go along with it, and Eren patting your head and suggesting you get some sleep.

Little did you know when Mikasa came back from her “errand”, she had some blood to wash off. When you went to school after a few days of being called off, you never saw that same teacher who gave you that F. How strange.

A/N: I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS TAKING SO LONG.

#mod mitsuri writes #mod mitsuri #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #yandere #platonic #yandere platonic #platonic yandere

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starrynightnight · 2 years

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I can have headcannon of Luca (idv) with a fem!scholar s/o who is from our time?,( plus she is goth girl).

luca balsa x scholar!fem!goth!modern!reader

description: headcanons

wc: 78 paragraphs

warnings/notes: my eyes water and its 3am i have work tomorrow if you see any mistakses you dont

a/n: GODD DOHOHDOHODHGO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG IVE LITERALLY BEEN WRITING THESE REQS AT WORK!!!! SUCH A CRUEL JOKE THAT I HAVENT EVEN GOTTEN TO USE THE NEW KEYBOARD MOST OF THE TIMEE :CRY: still jokes aside!!! thank you everyone who has requested!!!!!! reqs will stay open and everyone is free to request as they wish!!! dont worry about anything that i might not want to write, if you req something that i may not be comfortable with, ill tell you privately so :)))) ANYWAYS ON WIT THE HEADCANONS!!!!!

ah luca is a man of taste i see i see

but like fr, he could not ask for a better girlfriend

i feel like appearances dont matter to him too much but the moment he first saw you

he couldnt take his eyes off you for a good few seconds

victor had to pat him on the shoulder cause he was staring so bad lol

he wanted to talk to you so bad, kinda like in a "omg cool person!" way

but then again, you looked so unapproachable, untouchable. he was honestly intimidated

so he consulted with his homies

victor supported luca in pursuing the new survivor, after all, for better or worse, appearances could be deceiving

andrew was against it. he thought he had seen an upside-down cross motif on one of your dresses and would rather keep his distance.

and edgar just couldnt care less.

"i thought you called us here for an emergency."

alas, it was up to luca himself to decide

though he didnt need to wreck his head over the matter much more

one night, during dinner, you had noticed that the "prisoner" was missing from his usual seat

asking around, nobody really knew what was up, but the working theory was that he had just lost track of time while working on his invention

so an idea popped up in your head, a perfect opportunity to get to know the cute guy who has been staring at you since you arrived

it does sound rather creepy if you put it like that but then again-

offering to bring the guys dinner to him, so he wont go to bed hungry, you were already on your way to his room

it wasnt that hard to find, since his room was in the same hallway as yours

and finally standing at his door, you realized you really didnt have a game plan

but you didnt get this far in life by being a pussy so you firmly knocked a few times, swung the door open and-

he was still at his work table, not even noticing you.

dam

so you approach the tinkering, hunched over figure, trying to get a closer look at what has gotten him so entranced he literally forgot to eat

the blueprints strewn all over his workspace (a generous term, really) were unfamiliar at first and seemed to be written in great haste and its really a miracle they were still readable

but the closer you get the more you start to see familiar formulas… reminded you of-

suddenly, the man turned around and jolted back, leaving you frightened by the sudden movement

luca meanwhile was reaching for a tool on the farther side of his workspace when he saw your figure in the corner of his eye

a literal shock went through his body as he swiveled around, some electrical pliers ready to be used as a makeshift weapon

you both stared at each other, wide eyed and wordless

until you cleared your throat

"i.. brought you dinner.. and sorry about peeking the blueprints. its just they reminded me of-"

"y- youve seen these b- before?"

"no, not like that. i was just really into physics and-"

"y- youre EDUCATED?"

the dinner went cold as luca kept asking (borderline quizzing) you on your seemingly infinite knowledge

but you didnt mind much, it was refreshing to hold a convo about topics other than your style or the age you came from

luca meanwhile fell from "omg cool person" to "omg lets date"

point and laugh everyone lmao

though that didnt change too much, maybe a few more lingering stares whenever you showed up in a new costume or a few dreamy sighs

but he was still rather polite and respected your boundaries

besides, he aint got time for simping :/ lies

your relationship was always on the agonizing line where everyone else could tell you were pining for each other but the two of you never could

you were always the first person to run to luca after him getting chaired and he was always waiting for you at the exit gate, not willing to leave without you

and it was so infuriating too. when the answers were always "hes pretty cool to talk to," or "s- shes very k- knowledgeable," the inquiring survivors could not help but groan out of frustration

it was not until one night that your feelings were finally revealed

common knowledge was in the manor, that though luca had his jolts under control, sometimes he would still have episodes of terrible migranes and seizures

nobody really knew what to do about them, so when they happened, usually victor or andrew or edgar would check up on him, to make sure he wont accidentally hurt himself

one such incident happened when you were hanging around his room, watching him tinker with some spare parts he had found from one of the discarded rocket chairs in the manor's junkyard

until he suddenly fell from his chair clutching his head

not knowing what to do, you rushed over to him

he tried to stand up, he hated how you of all people had to see him like this, but he just ended up falling into your arms

trying to keep him on his feet, you led him to his bed, sitting there as you held him, and as he held onto you

luca could not deny your presence grounded him, so when he felt you hesitantly stroking his back, he felt at home

and after a few minutes, his agonizing episode had calmed into a dull headache, now more annoying than anything

"ill go get you a glass of water-"

you tried to stand up but a firm grip on your shirt stopped you

"n- no… stay… please…"

now how could you say no to that?

so you accepted your fate, as you lay in lucas bed, his head on your chest and a heavy blanket over the both of you

it was just on the edge of sleep when you heard an already sleeping voice

"i love you.."

the weight of these words didnt register really at that moment, so with your sleep brain you replied

"i love you too.."

anyways congrats youre a couple now!!!

nothing really changes lmao, but now you get an unlimited 'kiss luca on forehead' pass

look, look man, you will probably be taller than him, especially since his posture would make even the devil cry and especially if you wear tall platform shoes

so get used to being the tall one

also guard dog privileges for luca

nothing scarier than a big tiddy goth gf with murderous intent in her eyes

literally the embodiment of 'he wanted no pickles'

i am sorry if you wanted to be the soft uwu goth gf but in this house we girlboss and leave the malewifeing to men

but i digress

nothing also scarier than a goth gf who is smart and knows how to rip you a new one with just words alone

genuinely though, not a better gf in the whole wide world for mr balsa here

whether youre watching over his shoulder as he draws out new blueprints or helping his limping form towards the exit gate

luca loves you very much and every single day he gets to spend with you in this cursed manor is a day hes thankful for <3

#idv #idv x reader #luca balsa #x reader #writing #idv luca #luca balsa x reader #identity v x reader

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7th April >> Fr. Martin's Homilies / Reflections on Today's Mass Readings (Inc. John 20:19-31) for the Second Sunday of Easter, Cycle B (Divine Mercy Sunday): ‘Happy are those who have not seen and yet believe’.

Second Sunday of Easter, Year B

Gospel (Except USA) John 20:19-31 Eight days later, Jesus came again and stood among them.

In the evening of that same day, the first day of the week, the doors were closed in the room where the disciples were, for fear of the Jews. Jesus came and stood among them. He said to them, ‘Peace be with you’, and showed them his hands and his side. The disciples were filled with joy when they saw the Lord, and he said to them again, ‘Peace be with you.

‘As the Father sent me, so am I sending you.’

After saying this he breathed on them and said:

‘Receive the Holy Spirit. For those whose sins you forgive, they are forgiven; for those whose sins you retain, they are retained.’

Thomas, called the Twin, who was one of the Twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. When the disciples said, ‘We have seen the Lord’, he answered, ‘Unless I see the holes that the nails made in his hands and can put my finger into the holes they made, and unless I can put my hand into his side, I refuse to believe.’ Eight days later the disciples were in the house again and Thomas was with them. The doors were closed, but Jesus came in and stood among them. ‘Peace be with you’ he said. Then he spoke to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here; look, here are my hands. Give me your hand; put it into my side. Doubt no longer but believe.’ Thomas replied, ‘My Lord and my God!’ Jesus said to him:

‘You believe because you can see me. Happy are those who have not seen and yet believe.’

There were many other signs that Jesus worked and the disciples saw, but they are not recorded in this book. These are recorded so that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing this you may have life through his name.

Gospel (USA) John 20:19–31 Eight days later Jesus came and stood in their midst.

On the evening of that first day of the week, when the doors were locked, where the disciples were, for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood in their midst and said to them, “Peace be with you.” When he had said this, he showed them his hands and his side. The disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” And when he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. Whose sins you forgive are forgiven them, and whose sins you retain are retained.”

Thomas, called Didymus, one of the Twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. So the other disciples said to him, “We have seen the Lord.” But he said to them, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands and put my finger into the nailmarks and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.”

Now a week later his disciples were again inside and Thomas was with them. Jesus came, although the doors were locked, and stood in their midst and said, “Peace be with you.” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands, and bring your hand and put it into my side, and do not be unbelieving, but believe.” Thomas answered and said to him, “My Lord and my God!” Jesus said to him, “Have you come to believe because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed.”

Now, Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples that are not written in this book. But these are written that you may come to believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that through this belief you may have life in his name.

Homilies (6)

(i) Second Sunday of Easter

I don’t like seeing a church whose doors are always closed, except when there is Mass or some religious service on. There are, of course, good reasons why the doors of some churches have to remain closed outside the times of public worship. Yet, the open doors of a church say something about what a church is meant to be, a place where the Lord calls people in, perhaps just to sit in prayerful silence. On one occasion, Jesus said, ‘I am the door’. By that he meant that he was an open door, not a closed door. He was the door through whom we could come to God and through whom God always comes to us. Jesus wanted people to come in and to go out through him.

The church is not primarily the building where the community of faith gathers, but it is the community of faith itself. As a community of believers, we don’t want to close the door on ourselves, locking people out, and locking ourselves in. Yet, this is what we find happening in today’s gospel reading. The community of the first disciples had locked themselves into a room, with the intention of locking others out, especially those who might be hostile to them. They were fearful lest those responsible for having Jesus crucified might now turn their attention to his followers. In the immediate aftermath of Good Friday, this was an understandable attitude. The first disciples can hardly be blamed for going into hiding. However, according to the gospel reading, this was now the first day of the week, the first Easter Sunday. Locking themselves away and others out was totally out of place in the time of Easter which began on that Sunday and extends until the end of time.

The risen Lord needed to unlock not just the disciples’ room, but their hearts, minds and wills. There was good news to be proclaimed, the good news that God’s love was stronger than hatred and sin, and that God’s life-giving power was stronger than death. The disciples needed to get out and proclaim this Easter good news. This morning’s gospel reading says, ‘Jesus came and stood among them’. He didn’t knock on the door, hoping one of the disciples would let him in. He simply came and stood among them, the very ones who had abandoned him during the hour of his passion and death, whose leader had denied Jesus three times. He stood there, not to reprimand them, but to show them his wounds, the signs of his own self-giving love, signs of God’s unconditional love for all. As he showed them his wounds through which the light of God’s love shone, he offered them the gift of his peace, declaring that he was at peace with them. The risen Lord was healing their wounded hearts and spirits, freeing them from past failures. Having restored their communion with him, Jesus then entrusted them with the very same mission that God his Father had entrusted to him, ‘As the Father sent me, so am I sending you’. To empower them for this mission, he breathed the Holy Spirit upon them, the Spirit of God’s love. Jesus was recreating them, renewing them, so that they could continue his own mission of proclaiming the good news that God so loved the world that he gave and continues to give his only Son, so that all may have life and have it to the full. Locked doors made no sense now. They had to be out and about.

The same risen Lord stands among us today. We may be tempted to lock ourselves in and lock the Lord out, but he comes and stands among us anyway. He doesn’t wait for us to unlock the door. The situation is too urgent for that. He simply stands among us to pour the gift of the Holy Spirit upon us. He says to us what he said to those first disciples, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit’. The risen Lord stands among us full of the Holy Spirit, ready to give the Spirit to us, and our task is to receive from his fullness, so that we can proclaim the gospel of God’s love with our lives, so that, through us, the Lord can continue to touch the lives of others with his healing and life-giving presence. The Lord wants to breathe the gift of the Holy Spirit upon us so that our lives can be the open door through which he continues to come into our world. After the risen Lord left his disciples, they went out and proclaimed the good news of Easter. However, they met with resistance from one of their own, Thomas. He wasn’t ready to receive what the risen Lord was offering him through his fellow disciples. There can be resistances in our own lives to the Lord’s coming and standing among us. Yet, Thomas’s resistance did not shut out the Lord. The Lord came and stood before Thomas offering him the same gift of his peace, until Thomas finally came to make one of the greatest acts of faith in all four gospels, ‘My Lord and my God’. The Lord respects our honest unbelief. He goes at our pace. He keeps stanidng among us, leading us to Easter faith, so that he can lead others to the same Easter faith through us.

And/Or

(ii) Second Sunday of Easter

We know that fear can be very disabling. We often hold back from saying something because we are fearful of how it will be received. If we suspect that someone is going to oppose us for doing something, our tendency is not to proceed with it, even though we might know in our heart of hearts that it is worthwhile. It can happen that some people only discover quite late in life that they have a gift for something. That gift was there all along but they got very little encouragement to recognize it or to use it. The significant people in their lives may have been prone to criticizing, and so, out of fear of criticism, the gift lay dormant and was never really used. Fear of others can hold us back and inhibit our growth as human beings.

This morning’s gospel introduces us to a group of fearful disciples. It is the evening of the first day of the week, Easter Sunday, but the disciples are locked away in fear. The fear which caused them to abandon Jesus in his hour of need continues to take hold of them. They fear those who put Jesus to death, suspecting that what they did to Jesus they could do to them. It may be Easter Sunday, but the shadow of Golgotha hangs over them. The risen Lord comes to his fearful disciples. The evangelist simply states: ‘He stood among them’. Standing is often a sign of strength and confidence. When we stand we assert that we are here. We speak of people standing on their own feet, or standing their ground. The Lord stood in all the strength and self-assurance of his risen life. This was a life that no one could take from him. Rather than standing, the disciples were cowering, trying to make themselves small, invisible even. In standing among them, the Lord led them from fearfulness to boldness, from weakness to strength; he enabled them to leave their self-imposed prison and to go forth as his messengers of Easter good news. The gospel reading states that from being full of fear they were now filled with joy.

We may be able to identify rather easily with the group of fearful disciples in this morning’s gospel reading. Fear of others can prevent us from witnessing to our faith. The culture in which we live encourages us to think of our faith as something very private, to be given expression to only behind the closed doors of our churches. There can be an intolerance of any public expression of faith. In that climate, we can be fearful about giving public witness to our faith in the Lord. We may be committed to the values of the Lord’s gospel, but we can be tempted to hide that commitment from others, fearing ridicule or rejection if we declare where we really stand. In many ways, we can be very like the disciples in this morning’s gospel reading. We need the risen Lord to stand among us as much as the first disciples did, and we can be assured that he does stand among us. He breathes the Holy Spirit on us as he did on those disciples. The seven week Easter season which we are beginning is the time to draw strength from the risen Lord who stands among us. It is a time when we might pray the prayer: ‘Breathe on me, Breath of God, fill me with life anew’. The risen Lord stands among us to give us renewed courage to witness to our faith in the places where we live and work.

As well as being able to identify with the fearful disciples, we may also recognize something of ourselves in doubting Thomas. He had not been with the other disciples when the risen Lord appeared to them. He had moved away from the community of disciples. There may be times in our own lives, when like Thomas, we do not particularly want the company of other disciples. We go apart from the church, the family of believers. There can be all kinds of reasons for this. When the disciples to whom the risen Lord appeared went looking for Thomas in their excitement and declared to him, ‘We have seen the Lord’, Thomas gave them short shrift – ‘Unless I see… unless I put’. Thomas was not ready to return to the fold; he continued to keep his distance. We would have to say of Thomas that, at least, he was an honest man. He was true to himself, even though that meant putting a distance between himself and the other disciples.

It seems that the Lord respected Thomas’ honesty. When he appeared again to the disciples, this time with Thomas present, he accommodated himself to Thomas’ request. There was no rebuke, only an invitation to believe. In response to the Lord’s invitation, Thomas made one of the greatest confessions of faith in the gospels, ‘My Lord and my God’. It is often the case that those who have drifted from the community of believers go on to become people of deep faith who show others the way. The story of Thomas shows us that scepticism and doubt are not necessarily the enemies of faith. It is in being true to ourselves - including our doubts - that we find the Lord or, rather, that the Lord finds us. Thomas did not travel to Easter faith at the same pace as the other disciples. The Lord respected that. No two journeys of faith are the same. The Lord is always ready to meet us where we are.

Thomas belatedly joined the group who saw and believed. We who gather here this morning belong to a different group. We are among those who have not seen and yet believe. In this morning’s gospel reading the risen Lord declares us blessed. Here is a beatitude that embraces us all.

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(iii) Second Sunday of Easter

We have all become very security conscious in recent years. Most houses are now alarmed. The alarm has become as basic an item as table and chairs. We also feel the need to have good strong locks. Long gone are the days when you could leave the key in the door, at least in the city. Fear of what others can do to us tends to close us in on ourselves, in the very physical sense of getting stronger security, but also in other senses. We tend to be somewhat withdrawn around people we perceive to be very critical. We are slow to open up to someone we think will judge us. We hesitate to share ideas and plans we might have with those who are known not to suffer fools gladly. Fear of others can hold us back and stunt our growth.

In the gospel reading today we find the disciples locking themselves into a room because they were afraid of the Jewish authorities. Even though Mary Magdalene had come to them from the empty tomb announcing, ‘I have seen the Lord’, this was not enough to overcome their fear. What had been done to Jesus could be done to them. Self-imposed confinement was preferable to that prospect. The turning point for the disciples came when the risen Lord himself appeared to them behind their closed doors and lifted them beyond their fear. He did this by breathing the Holy Spirit upon them, thereby filling them with the energy and the power of God, freeing them from the fear that held them back and releasing them to share in his mission in the world. In the power of the Spirit they came to life and went forth from their self-imposed prison to witness publicly to the risen Lord. This is exactly the picture of the disciples that Luke gives us in the first reading today. He describes a community of believers, the church, witnessing to the Lord with great power by the quality of their living.

We can all find ourselves, as disciples, in the situation of those first disciples as described in the first reading. What Shakespeare calls, ‘the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune’, can wear down our commitment to following the Lord and to serving him with our gifts. Like the disciples in the gospel reading, we can come to a kind of a full stop on our faith journey. The temptation to pull down the shutters and to lock ourselves away can be very strong. The tendency to self-preservation, which, in itself, is a wholesome tendency, can come to dominate our lives, and prevent us from doing what we are capable of doing with the Lord’s help. The wounds we carry from earlier efforts and initiatives can make us hesitate to put ourselves forward again. Even when someone like a Mary Magdalene comes to us full of enthusiasm and hope we are unaffected. We let them get on with it, while we hold back and stay safe. The gospel reading today suggests that the risen Lord will not leave us alone in our self-imposed confinement. If a Mary Magdalene makes no impact on us, the Lord will find another way to enter our lives and to fill us with new life and new energy for his service. Locked doors, or even locked hearts, are no obstacle to the Lord’s coming. He will find a way to enter the space where we have chosen to retreat and he will empower us to rise above what is holding us back. He does require some openness on our part; at the very least some desire on our part to become what the Lord is calling us to be. The risen Lord stands ready to breathe new life into us. He never ceases to recreate us and to renew us in his love. Easter is the season when we celebrate the good news that the power of the risen Lord is stronger than whatever weakness or discouragement might afflict us.

In a few moments we will celebrate the baptism of N. What the Lord did for the first disciples on that first Easter Sunday he now does for N., breathing his Holy Spirit upon him. As the Lord re-created the disciples by breathing his Holy Spirit on them, he now creates N. as his disciple through the sacrament of Baptism. Today N. is brought into the community of disciples, the church, and we are gathered here to welcome him into that community. N. does not yet have faith in the strict sense, but we carry the faith for him. We are among those whom the risen Lord calls blessed in the gospel reading, those who have not seen and yet believe. We have not seen in the way that Thomas and the other disciples saw, and yet we believe. It is into this believing community that N. is now about to be baptized. Without such a believing community, baptism would make no sense and could not be celebrated. Once baptized into this believing community, hopefully N. will catch the faith for himself, and, in time, be counted among those whom the Lord declares blessed, those who believe without having seen. The light of the Easter candle, the light of Christ, the light of faith, will be carried for him today and for the coming years, but only until he is ready to take that light for himself and to carry it for himself. In the meantime, N. will look to us to shown him what it means to be a disciple of the Lord, what it means to walk in the light of Christ. We pray that we will each be faithful to our own baptismal calling, so that N. may be helped to grow into his baptismal identity and calling.

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(iv) Second Sunday of Easter

Cardinal Joseph Bernardin was archbishop of Chicago. He was told in August 1996 that a cancer which had been in remission had returned and that he had only a short time to live. He died the following November. During those two months he wrote a book covering the previous three years of his life, entitled, ‘The Gift of Peace’. One of the most difficult experiences of those last three years of his life was a much publicized accusation of misconduct which was made against him by a young man called Stephen. He subsequently withdrew the accusation and acknowledged that it was false. In his book Cardinal Bernardin describes the reconciliation which he initiated with his accuser. Stephen was dying of AIDS at the time, and at their meeting he offered the cardinal an apology which was gently accepted. Cardinal Bernardin offered Stephen a gift, a Bible in which he had inscribed words of loving forgiveness. Then he showed him a one hundred year old chalice, a gift to the cardinal from a man who asked him to celebrate Mass sometime for Stephen. That Cardinal Bernardin celebrated Mass there and then. He described his meeting with Stephen as the most profound and unforgettable experience of reconciliation in his whole priestly life.

In this morning’s gospel reading we find the first disciples dispirited and terrified after the death of Jesus. They have to confront their failure to be faithful to Jesus in the hour of his passion and death. They are in a huddle, having locked themselves away in a room. Suddenly Jesus stands among them and says to them, ‘Peace be with you’ and breaths the Holy Spirit upon them. The risen Lord was reconciling his failed disciples to himself; they came to recognize themselves as forgiven, and, so their hearts were filled with joy. Having experienced the gift of the Lord’s forgiveness, they are sent out in the power of the Spirit to offer to others the gift of forgiveness they have received. ‘Those whose sins you forgive, they are forgiven’. That gift and mission is given to all of us who have been baptized into the risen Jesus. Having been reconciled to the Lord we are all sent out as ministers of reconciliation. The sacrament of reconciliation is, of course, a privileged moment of reconciliation, when we receive anew the Lord’s forgiveness and extend that forgiveness to those who have hurt us. However, there are other, more frequent, moments of reconciliation: the daily forgiveness of our brothers and sisters; the speaking of the hard words, ‘I am sorry’ and the gracious acceptance of another’s offer of apology. In these moments, Jesus is standing in our midst, helping us to break out of situations that can be draining of life for everyone involved.

Thomas had not been in the room when the risen Lord appeared to the other disciples. He had missed out on the Lord’s bestowal of the gifts of peace and forgiveness. Thomas seems to have cut himself off from the community of the disciples. He had gone off on his own to nurse his wounds, and so he missed out on the Lord’s presence in the midst of the fearful and failed disciples. He is not unlike so many today who, for a variety of reasons, have cut themselves off from the church. When we cut ourselves off from the community of believers, we lose out greatly. For all its flaws and failings, the church is the place where we encounter the risen Lord. The Lord continues to stand among the community of disciples, especially when we gather in worship and pray, when we gather to serve others in the Lord’s name. It is there that we hear the Lord say, ‘Peace be with you’, that we experience his forgiveness for our past failures, that we hear the call to go out in his name as his witnesses, that we receive the Holy Spirit to empower us to be faithful to that mission. The community of disciples reached out to Thomas; they shared their newfound faith with him, their Easter faith, ‘We have seen the Lord’. Those first disciples remind us of our calling to keep reaching out in faith to all those who, for whatever reason, have drifted away from the community of believers and no longer gather with us. If we do so, we may encounter the same negative response that the first disciples experienced from Thomas, ‘I refuse to believe’.

Yet, even though our efforts may fail, as the efforts of the disciples failed, we know that the Lord will keeps reaching out to us when we cut themselves off from the community of faith, just as the Lord reached out to Thomas. ‘Doubt no longer’, he said to him, ‘but believe’. Then, out of the mouth of the sceptic came one of the greatest acts of faith in all of the gospels, ‘My Lord and my God’. Thomas Merton wrote in his book Asian Journal, ‘Faith is not the suppression of doubt. It is the overcoming of doubt, and you overcome doubt by going through it. The man of faith who has never experienced doubt is not a person of faith’. There was a great honesty about Thomas; he didn’t pretend to believe when he didn’t. The gospel reading suggests that such honesty is never very far from authentic faith.

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(v) Second Sunday of Easter

Sometimes people of faith can worry when they sense that doubts have crept into their faith. They sense that their faith is not as strong as it used to be because they have all these doubts that they never had in the past. Because of their doubts, prayer does not come as easy to them. They feel that they are no longer on the same wavelength as other people of faith. They start to compare their own faith unfavourably with the faith of others. Yet, faith and doubt are inseparable companions. Some of the church’s saints were plagued with doubt and suffered a great darkness of spirit. Saint Therese of Lisieux comes to mind in that regard. In more recent times, some of the writings of Mother Theresa of Calcutta have revealed that she went through a time of great spiritual darkness and doubt.

Thomas Merton was a Cistercian monk who wrote many books that have been an inspiration to many people. He died about twenty years ago. In one of his books called Asian Journal he wrote, ‘Faith is not the suppression of doubt. It is the overcoming of doubt and you overcome doubt by going through it. The person of faith who has never experienced doubt is not a person of faith’. We often have to pass through a period of great religious doubt and scepticism to pass over into a deeper certitude, a certitude which is not just a human certitude but the certitude of God within us.

The gospels suggest that those closest to Jesus were no strangers to doubt. In this morning’s gospel reading from John, we meet the figure of Thomas. When the disciples sought him out after the risen Lord appeared to them, they went to Thomas with their wonderful news, the Easter gospel, ‘We have seen the Lord’. Thomas could not bring himself to share their Easter faith; he doubted that what they said could be true. He was like a wall, a block that stopped the good news cold. He laid down very clear conditions before he would believe. He insisted not only on seeing the risen Lord but on putting his finger into holes that the nails had made in Jesus’ hands and feet and putting his hand into the wound in Jesus’ side. Here was someone who wanted physical evidence before he would believe. He needed proof of a kind that would banish all doubt. It can be somewhat disconcerting for people of faith to come up against that kind of attitude. They feel helpless before it. When parents who are people of faith encounter such an attitude in their own children it can be especially distressing.

Yet, we cannot force our faith on those who are in a place of doubt, no more than others can force their faith on us when we are in that place. We need to accommodate ourselves to those who cannot share our faith, for whatever reason. This is what we find Jesus doing in the gospel reading. When he appears again to the disciples, this time with Thomas present, he doesn’t reprimand Thomas for his refusal to believe. He meets Thomas in the place where Thomas is, in that place of honest doubt, and he accommodates himself to the conditions that Thomas laid down, inviting him to touch the wounds of his crucifixion. He then gently invites Thomas to move on from doubt to faith, ‘Doubt no longer but believe’. The risen Lord is constantly calling on all of us to go through our doubt and out beyond it into a rich and full Easter faith. He continues to call in that way, even when there is no response forthcoming.

The response of Thomas to that call of the risen Lord is very striking. Out of the mouth of the great doubter comes one of the greatest confessions of faith in all of the gospels, ‘My Lord and my God’. It is a confession of faith that has resonated with believers ever since. We often recite it together as one of the responses after the moment of consecration in the Mass. It is often the case that those who have plumbed the depths of great religious doubt and scepticism emerge from that experience as people of unshakable faith. It is as if their faith has been honed and purified in the cauldron of doubt.

Thomas joined the ranks of those who saw and believed. However, after Thomas’ great profession of faith, Jesus goes on to pronounce a beatitude upon all those who believe without having seen the risen Lord in the way Thomas and the other disciples saw him. Jesus’ beatitude embraces all future generations of believers, including all of us gathered here this morning. We might be inclined to think that those to whom the risen Lord appeared are more privileged than we are. Yet, Jesus’ beatitude hints that a greater blessedness rests upon us who believe with having seen in the way they did. The risen Lord is as present to us in as real a way as he was to those eyewitnesses, through the community of faith, through the Eucharist and through his word. Through all these sacraments of his presence, the risen Lord calls out to us, ‘Doubt no longer but believe’.

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(vi) Second Sunday of Easter

For the past year or more, most of us have experienced some measure of isolation. We have not been able to gather in the usual way, whether it is in church or in other settings. For some, the experience of isolation has been especially painful and difficult, such as those in nursing homes or in hospitals. Many have felt cut off from others. Yet, even in those moments when we are cut off from others, we are never cut off from the Lord.

The gospel reading begins with an image of the disciples cutting themselves off from others, locked in a room out of fear. Fear can be very isolating. Over the past year, many of our older and more vulnerable people isolated themselves out of fear of contracting the virus. Fear can have an isolating impact on all our lives. The fear of failure, for example, can prevent us from taking initiatives that would result in our being more connected with others. Although the disciples’ fear isolated them from others, it did not isolate them from the Lord. The locked doors may have kept others out, but it could not keep the Lord out. The gospel reading says that ‘he came and stood among them’. The Lord’s love for his disciples overcame their efforts to self-isolate. The disciples may have run away from the Lord at the moment of his arrest, but the risen Lord did not run away from them; he stood among them. He stood there in all his risen power. The same risen Lord stands among us today, especially in those moments when we feel isolated or vulnerable, when fear or anxiety seems to overwhelm us. When we are brittle, we need people to stand by us. ‘Standing’ suggests a readiness to remain, to endure, to be there always. The risen Lord stands among us, especially when our human resources seem to be at their lowest.

According to the gospel reading, when the risen Lord stood among his disciples, he showed them his wounds. The Lord carried his wounds to the other side of death. The risen one is also the crucified one. In showing his disciples his wounds, he was showing them the extent of his love. He had earlier said to them, ‘a man can have no greater love than to lay down his life for his friends’. Jesus stands before his disciples as the embodiment of God’s love. That is how the risen Lord stands among us today. He continues to show us the wounds that speak of the extent of his love for us. As Jesus hung from the cross, his wounds spoke of the depths of human cruelty. As risen Lord, his wounds speak of the depths of God’s love for us. His wounds are the openings through which the light of God’s love shines upon us. The risen Lord stands among us as one who gave his all so that we may have life to the full. Because the risen Lord is also the wounded one, he knows our own woundedness from within. The light of God’s love shining through his wounds can heal our wounds. It is to his wounded disciples that the risen Lord comes in today’s gospel reading. That is why the first words that he speaks to them are, ‘Peace be with you’. ‘Peace’ in the gospels, in the Scriptures, is not just the absence of conflict; it is a fullness of life, a wholeness of body, soul and spirit. The risen Lord stands among us as the giver of peace in that complete sense. The Lord’s action of breathing upon the disciples suggests his desire to recreate and renew them. Just as God created Adam by breathing into his nostrils the breath of life, so the risen Lord recreates his broken, wounded disciples by breathing into them the Holy Spirit. The Lord continues to stand among us to recreate us, to heal us of our wounds by breathing into us the Holy Spirit. Only then, can he send us out as messengers of his love to others, as he sent out the first disciples, ‘As the Father has sent me, so am I sending you’.

If fear kept the disciples isolated, it was doubt and disillusionment that kept Thomas isolated. He was not with the other disciples when the risen Lord stood among them. He had broken with the community of disciples. We can be tempted to do the same when our faith in the Lord and in the community of his followers takes a battering. Yet, just as the disciples’ fear could not isolate them from the Lord, Thomas’s doubt could not isolate him from the Lord. Once again, the risen Lord came and stood among them, with Thomas present this time. He shows Thomas the wounds of his love, inviting him to touch them, and he gently issues an invitation to Thomas that is addressed to us all in those moments when our faith is weakening, ‘Doubt no longer but believe’. It is Thomas who makes the greatest confession of faith in the whole of John’s gospel, ‘My Lord and my God’. Thomas’ journey to the Lord was different to the other disciples. We all have our own journey to the Lord and the Lord has his own ways to meet each one of us wherever we are and to offer us his peace.

Fr. Martin Hogan.

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