#me: lETS DO THIS WITH ADALL

[princessdimondheart]

Sea of Cortéz | Price x Daughter! Reader | Ch.1

Pairing: Price + Daughter! Reader, Reader x OC, TF-141 x Platonic! Reader

Warnings: 🔪- death, bodies

Edited: No

A/N: I had this idea pop up while watching NCIS!!! So there might be some references or even a little crossover if I make more parts…Should I make more parts?? If so I have notes on what should happen next.

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Ch. 1 [Here] | Ch. 2

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1.

Gaz huffed as he grappled over a rocky outcrop. He was glad he remembered to put on his gloves for this mission. He had previously forgotten to pack his gloves for other missions and ended up with scuffs and scratches. A hand appeared in his line of sight. He reached up to grab hold of his Captain’s open hand. The older man grunted as he helped pull the younger man over. The rest of the Task Force had just made it up as well. 

They were on a reconnaissance mission to find different routes to an AQ compound. They also had to make note of their patrols, numbers, and any movement to and from. The known compound was hidden in a steep valley within a mountain range in the United Republic of Adal. If Gaz recalled correctly, Al Mazrah was just over 50 kilometers away from their current location. 

The Captain was making conversation about his grown daughter that Gaz had learned about at the beginning of the Task Force. The team was in the Captain’s office when Johnny was the first to notice a framed photo of a rather pretty lady, thinking it was his girlfriend or something. A scowling Price said that she was his daughter and that she looked more like her mother than him. That he had her at a very young age and her mother was never in the picture almost immediately after her birth. Now his Captain was trying to set him up with her. His face burned at the thought of dating his Captain’s own blood. He was feeling kinda proud that he would be considered worthy enough for Price’s daughter. Johnny was snickering at him with a grin so wide Gaz wanted to smack it right off his face. He scowled at the Scot. 

Ghost was on point with Soap just behind him. He and the Captain were in the back watching their six. They had made it down the other side of the rocky hill they climbed up to and we’re now making their way through a dry creek bed. The bed was dry with cracks splitting the top layers of dirt. The dry flecks crunched under their boots. 

Ghost rounded a bend and paused. “Fuckin’ hell. Hold.” He raised his clenched fist. 

Captain Price moved closer to Ghost. “What is it?”

“A bloody massacre…” His words and the lilt in his voice made Gaz’s blood run cold. 

~~~~~

There was carnage left behind from this most obvious ambush. The two vehicles were blasted to bits, likely from an IED or smaller explosives. The Marines here put up a good fight. Dozens of empty round casings littered the sandy ground. Although some died in the blast before they could make a defense. 

Four bodies were laid about around the vehicles. Based on their position they were fighting on two sides. Soap and Ghost began checking the bodies for any inkling as to why these Marines were here. They never received intel about another team being out in this region of Adal. 

Gaz and Price covered them, searching along the bluffs nearby and further upstream. He stood by Soap who’d crouched to grab something from the Marine’s pocket. 

“Oh, fuck!” Soap exclaimed. Gaz looked at him confused. Johnny help up the… photo… of a person I’m rather revealing clothing. Or lack of clothing. Why did her face look so familiar?

Then it clicked! That was Price’s daughter. She was much older in her semi-nude photograph but it was the same girl from the photo on Price’s desk. 

“I don’t think I’ll be getting that date with your daughter.” Gaz let out an awkward chuckle. He was definitely not going on a date when they went back. 

Price was confused by his words. He walked closer to the pair. “What do you mean, Kyle?” 

Soap makes sure her privacy was covered and shows it to Price. His frown was almost instant. 

“Is that… that.. a um,” he swallowed hard and shook his head. “A nude photo of my baby girl?” 

Ghost came closer. “Hmm… seems so…”

The Captain’s body was stiff and then he turned his head down to the man that was in possession of such a photo of his not so little girl. His brow in a heavy glare. “Who the bloody hell is this bloke to have a fuckin’ nude photo of my-!” He gave the Marine a rather disrespectful kick to his side. 

“Woah! Captain!” In the heat of the moment, trying to pull Price back before he did anything else he would regret, Gaz almost missed the soft groan that came from the body. 

“Oh meh god, he’s fuckin’ alive!” Johnny heard it too and yelled, falling to his knees to check the Marine’s pulse. “…It’s faint but there. He must of passed out from blood loss or pain.” 

Gaz looked at his shocked yet still confused Captain. “We need to call for a medevac.”

“Soap and I will stay and complete the mission as fast as possible.” Ghost slapped his large gloved hand on Price’s shoulder. “We’ll wrap the rest up before the helo comes and when you get back, you can handle whatever the ’ell is goin’ on ’ere.”

Price shook off his hand but agreed with what Ghost said. He called over the radio and a helicopter was inbound in 30 minutes. Gaz and Soap did what they could to help the Marine out. Wrapping him in bandages where he was shot. A bullet hit him in the right shoulder and another two in the left leg. From what Gaz could discern, the two bullets just missed his bone but he wasn’t sure if any major arteries were nicked. He wasn’t certain but the convoy must have been ambushed within the last 24 to 48 hours since this guy was still alive. The rest of the Marines were placed in body bags that they all carried in their packs just in case a mission went south. 

Just in time, the helicopter arrived just down stream from the ambush site. Sand blew around them in large puffs of clouds. All the bodies, dead and alive, were loaded up. The medics on board were immediately on the Marine still alive, treating his wounds and placing and IV drip before the doctors back on base could look him over and perform surgery. 

Price yelled into the headset he wore the moment they got on the helo. “Who is this man?”

The medic pulled out a metal chain from the Marine’s shirt. His dog tag. “He appears to be a Gunnery Sergeant… Miguel Juan Cortéz. A-positive blood type-.“ Price waved him off. 

~~~~~

When they arrived on base, the medics took the lead and had the Gunny offloaded and halfway to the med-tents before Gaz and Price could even stand up. They both made it to the tents when the Gunny was rushed into emergency surgery. They sat outside the operating room on the old wooden benches. They creaked when they sat down. 

Several hours passed before they heard steps rushing towards them. They looked up to see Kate Laswell speedily making her way towards them. She stopped just a foot or so in front of them. 

“I heard down the grapevine that you brought back Miguel Juan Cortéz?” She rushed taking in only a short breath. 

“Yes, why?” The Captain was still upset but had time to cool off somewhat. 

“Good! Good, actually that’s perfect!” Laswell sighed in relief. Their raised brows in confusion alerted her to their lack of info. “He’s important, well, very very important to the people on The Hill right now.”

“Politicians?” Gaz cringed. Laswell looked back and forth between them.

“Kyle, John… Gunnery Sergeant Cortéz is two Senatorial votes and a Presidential signature away from being a Medal of Honor recipient.” The intensity of  Laswell’s eyes showed that she wasn’t messing around nor was it a lie. Both men straightened in their seats.

The Medal of Honor… an award so prestigious that it was rarely given to anyone. A soldier had to go above and beyond the call of duty at risk of their own life. An act of Valor. 

Just who was this Gunny Cortéz?

🔖 Taglist:

[adalwolfgang]

ADAL!!! saw your requests/inbox is open…and i had to send in a little something something!!!

heard you do “i ship you with…” so i was wondering what gotham character you might ship me with!!!

As far as physical appearance goes, I’m a 4’11 cis female with long brown hair and brown eyes, tan skin, hispanic, and wear a lot of black and red :> (and wearing glasses when im not in my contacts sksksk)

As far as personality goes, I’m a little eccentric, lots of jokes teehee, my MBTI is INTP, aquarius zodiac sign, and I love a possessive jealous protective man 🤞 I’m bisexual with a preference for men, and my ideal date idea is a movie at home !! or a grocery store date (i love shopping!!)

tysm adal ^_^ u dont have to if you dont want too, or if you dont do these anymore!! Just thought it might be fun !!

A/N: AHHH YES!! I wont ever stop doing these so you're good! Also sorry for the wait! Im trying to get through asks today because the numbers are starting to stack up and I don't want to keep holding it off anymore! But my inbox will always be open!

I ship you with...

Oswald Cobblepot!

Let's start with the height difference.

He loves it.

A lot.

Almost everyone he's ever encountered is always taller than him, or his height is used against him.

Definitely has a sort of power kink toward it if yk what I mean.

Now onto your color scheme.

We've all seen his many outfits throughout episodes and how fashionable he is.

He'll spoil you to your hearts content on whatever you want.

Including clothes.

There's a black and red outfit you've been wanting from a store down the street?

It's sitting on your bed by the next hour or so with a little love note attached to it.

If he's feeling it, you'll both be matching that day, wearing the similar black and red that you love so much.

He'll also make sure you always have a spare set of glasses or contacts on hand.

Just incase yk?

If anyone dares to even tease you about your clothes, glasses, looks in general?

Dead.

I can't stress the 'anyone' enough.

He knows what it's like being talked down to and mocked so he isn't having non of that when it comes to you.

He doesn't want his darling going through the same shit he went through.

He's gonna do whatever it takes to make you live the best.

As a queen.

His queen.

He's not the best at telling jokes but he does have a certain sense of humor.

Like laughing at the people, who've hurt either him or you, who are on the ground screaming in pain.

Again, a certain sense of humor.

Lets say you try a harmless prank on him, and end up scaring the shit out of him.

He'll scold you but is smiling by the end of it.

If you tell him a joke, he'll laugh at it.

While also staring at you with a loving gaze.

Back to him loving to spoil you, he much prefers taking you out to extravagant places for a ideal date like a fancy restaurant but won't mind just chilling at his mansion and snuggling up on the couch with you.

He doesn't get the whole shopping dates you mention though.

Why do something like that when he can just make others do it for you?

If you beg for it enough, he'll agree.

But he makes sure zsasz and a couple other of his men come along.

Again just in case.

He'll tell them to spread out and not stick so close to you both so it can feel like it's just you and him having a nice bonding moment.

Don't expect him to carry anything though.

Poor Zsasz we'll probably get stuck acting as some pack mule.

[tewwor]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

🧍 you know how long that'd take me to list out??? anyways, i'll limit the ones that have made me the most feral over the years —

@huntershowl + litho : yall want to talk about slow burn? that moment where we both clapped and they mushed faces together will forever be ingrained in my brain. 4 entire years worth of waiting....

@hnjwn / @cordoliae + chanyeol : insane. they're insane! the sheer depth they somehow fumbled into is just.. outstanding tbh. even though they're both hibernating, i had to mention them

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

i'm personally only comfortable with romantic age gaps of around 10ish years. and, yes, i'll admit that does bleed into my characters a lot.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFT?

just before sexual foreplay + more. not that i really delve into that a lot anymore. but hey! if the stars align and the mood's right, then it still might happen.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

with mutuals? no..... god no........ granted, chemistry is still a very big thing. not every random pair of muses will stick and that's okay! but if you have even an inkling of joy with a romantic ship between our muses, i'm almost always on the same exact boat. so please never, ever be afraid to voice that!

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

**please know that i probably missed a ton ( rip my work shocked brain ), but these are just the first ships i can think of where we've had in threads or yapped ooc!**

currently established:

@huntershowl / @icarusplunged + seph/litho & seph/jie/ricochet & seph/adal/lior & rusa/ricochet — need i say more? the original marked dating sim hard launch tbh OHGAWOIGH anyways, doesn't matter how long either of us go on hiatus. one of us keeps crawling back

@miidnighters + bella/jie & hartley/cruor/iris — the way both of them just stuck? it's amazing, jaw dropping, heart warming!!! every aspect of a robust, well rounded relationship can be hit in either, i love them both so, so much.

just starting ( and super excited for ):

@xinxiins + jie — don't get me started on how many times my heart's ached already. there's such a cultural connection that guts me Every Time 😭

@chth0nia + cruor — every time i think of them, i think of that crying dog pic you sent. exactly how i feel about them!!!!

@bloodykneestm + whoever you want lbr — i've yet to write those starters for iggy and alastair but just you Wait……

@interxstitial + literally anyone — like, okay yeah there's ravi sure ( i do love them though ), but if there's anyone else that piques your interest... you just let me know and i'll fedex express ship them over. i'll even cover the cost dw

past:

@temporalobjects + botan/clarence/pildo & iwai + chanyeol : i don't think i've ever had a canon latch onto a ship so quickly before? and the fact that it's technically post canon and he's lumped with two sunshiny loveable dorks! then there's... yknow.. the other two that keep dancing around each other. shed many tears from angst and laughter over both ships, drawn at least 1 or 2 things for each ♡

@womanlives + mercy/jie & dez/clarence : my 'missing you' letter. i hope you know that those two ships have brought me such immense joy and tears at the same time. truly have a special place in my heart ♡♡♡

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

more like showing interest, i feel like? asking can be sooooo anxiety inducing ( i know it can be the same with just mentioning it ), but there's a very good chance i'm already jumping up and down in glee with the exact same thought so! just let me know!!

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

it's toned down a bit ( barely ) ever since i've been overtaken with how dear and important other types of connections are. but yeah, still love ships with all my heart

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

n/a

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

just let a clown know. yall know where to find me in my lil' clown corner. if you're more plot heavy, then hell yeah! we can chat up a storm! if you're more 'throw things at the wall and see what sticks' intensive, then hell yeah! i love punting these idiots out and see what happens in the weirdest ( or saddest ) situations. applies to both monogamous and polyamorous ships!

tagged by : i was tagged... in it so that counts right? ( thnkx @huntershowl muah muah )

[rlainarin]

sneaks in to ask about an ask game from a year ago (bc i didn't see it but now i do and now i'm giddy af at the idea): tell me about Adall and Ifan getting hitched pls pls pls:

1 . Who first brought up the option of marriage? Was it an easy topic?

10. Do they get married through court? Church? Third secret option?

17. Show us their vows. Did either of them tear up at them?

21. Do they have a honeymoon? Where to? How soon after?

how do you think ifan the cultural elf gets married?

hehehe oh those two and their wedding of chaos

1: it was Ifan, of COURSE it was Ifan, a couple years into the new established routine where he's taking a more detached approach to let the fresh blood set the Divine Order straight and Adall is now a politician and Beast's ally against the old guard, and people just call them husbands for convenience's sake because they're a package deal... so Ifan awkwardly broaches the question. you know. if Adall's willing to take an old soldier (and he doesn't get to finish that sentence because he is dragged down to dwarf level for a kiss)

10: there's a lot of elaborate wedding planning, a lot of getting roped into things suitable for these old war heroes-- great state occasions in Arx or the dwarven capital, awkward shrugging along... until Adall runs away because he can't cope with it anymore.

so they have a real wedding in Mezd, just a few guests and half of them are the Red Prince's obligatory retinue. Sebille may not be the Mother Tree but she can still give them her blessing, in between teasing them for the melodrama of the runaway groom situation. and then they go and accept the big cathedral wedding-- might as well indulge the crowds, keep up appearances. plus Ifan will never turn down an occasion to show off his husband :)

17: they kept the real wedding simple-- thank you for giving me a reason to live again. thank you for showing me the way forward.

and at both weddings Ifan has what looks like a Terrifying Glare that gives ways to sobbing his heart out, and sets everyone else off.

21: oh definitely there's a honeymoon. it's an excuse to avoid politicking, for one, and a great excuse to spend some time back on the Lady Vengeance. there's no real goal, just a promise to be back to their real jobs by a given point, friends worth visiting, and a travel guide by Fane.

[this-is-a-podcast-fanblog]

So Let’s Cast the Night Vale TV Show - Part One, The Radio Station and the Science Lab

Hello all and welcome to a series I’m calling So Let’s Cast the Night Vale TV Show, in which we create a fancast for the night vale TV show. I’m going to do this in multiple parts, but I’d like everyone’s input, because my opinion is just my opinion. 

First things first - in a perfect world, all the amazing voice actors could play their respective characters, but that’s very unlikely. Some of them aren’t screen actors, some of them don’t fit the canon ages or descriptions and some were just once-off guests. 

I’m not going to recast Cecil and Carlos. Cecil because I don’t think they’d make the show without Cecil Baldwin, and Carlos because I personally think Dylan would be down just because of how much love he has for the show. And because I’m biased and I love him. Same thing with Kevin - as Cecil’s double, he’d probably be played by Cecil Baldwin but voiced by Kevin R. Free. If you have your own ideas though, you’re welcome to share them!

Lastly, I’m going off of appearance, age, past roles, and general vibes while I list my picks. I’m not intimately familiar with every actor I name. 

If you want to add to this fancast, use the hashtag #nightvalefancast and maybe we can do polls or something. 

Without further ado, let’s cast the radio station and science lab!

The Radio Station

For the interns, I tried to stick with people who are under thirty, since they’re mostly described as being around college-student age. You’ll notice there’s a lot of people from horror franchises; that’s because the interns are usually met with a terrible fate, so horror actors would fit well. 

Intern Dana Cardinal: Originally voiced by Jasika Nicole. Fancast, Jasmin Savoy Brown

Jasmin Savoy-Brown has had roles in Scream 5, Yellowjackets, Grey’s Anatomy, and more. She’s very talented, and she’s also queer! I think she’d bring a lot of the perseverance Dana has to life, based on her role in Scream. 

 Intern Maureen: Originally voiced by Maureen Johnson. Fancast, Maya Hawke. 

I mean, come on, do I need to say anything more? With her iconic role in Stranger Things, her brief stint in Fear Street, and recently Do Revenge, she’s worshiped by lesbians everywhere. She’s also a singer, which would be cute because we could see her and Michelle duet! She’s got the spunk of Intern Maureen and honestly please just give me Maya Hawke as Maureen I’m on my knees begging please please please. 

Intern Chad Bowinger: Not voiced. Fancast, KJ Apa

HEAR ME OUT! Riverdale wasted this man, but he is actually quite a good actor, and he deserves the chance to go batshit unhinged like Intern Chad calling an evil beagle. Also, intern Chad disappeared into a used sporting goods store. Sports = epic highs and lows of highschool football. Okay bye now. 

Intern Kareem Nazari: Voiced by Adal Rifai. Fancast, Nik Dodani

He was in Escape Room, a Blumhouse horror film. He was in The Owl House, a series beloved by Tumblr. And he was in Dear Evan Hansen, one of the most terrifying movies to be released in the last decade. With Kareem getting more prominence in the podcast, I bet he would get a bigger role in the show, and I think Nik Dodani would do a great job. 

The Scientists: 

They only appear in brief mentions throughout the podcast, and in larger roles of It Devours! I tried to cast people in their thirties and forties; people who could conceivably have a master’s degree, and who seemed like they’d look good in a lab coat. 

Nilanjana Sikdar: Not voiced. Fancast, Vidya Balan

Vidya Balan is a Bollywood actress, but I heard about her for her activism. She promotes body inclusivity and representation for fat actors and actresses, battling what she refers to as “the size zero standard” for Bollywood. She’s been acting since 1995, with an extensive body of work. She even hosts a radio show! With her grace and passion, Ms. Balan would make a great Nilanjana. 

Luisa: Not voiced. Fancast, Melissa Barrera

Another pick from Scream 5. What can I say, I really liked Scream 5. Not much is known about Luisa, but I personally imagine the Night Vale TV show as being split between Carlos and Cecil’s perspective. With that in mind, all of the scientists would play a much larger role than their brief appearances in It Devours! But that’s just me. Melissa Barrera is also Vanessa, and gave us “Usnavi all night you barely even danced with me” which is the best meme of the 2020s so far. 

Mark: Not Voiced. Fancast, Ashley Zukerman

To me, Mark was always the most generic of the scientists, no offense. He’s just some dude! He likes science and he does his experiments! Ashley Zukerman gives me the energy of “Just some dude!” but also brings an incredible presence to his role in Fear Street. He’s also been in Fear the Walking Dead, Succession, Designated Survivor, and many more. If they do flesh out the scientists more, he could be a good pick. 

That’s it for now! I really want to hear your fancastings, and hope you’ll stick around for part two, where we’ll be casting the Palmer-Carlsberg family. 

[strawberryvanillablast]

The Ghosts In The Machine (Giorno Giovanna x Bria Adal)

This is for Giorno Giovanna Month 2023 from @mrsgiovanna!

Prompt: Meet Cute.

To Bruno Bucciarati, Giorno Giovanna was a charismatic young man who held the same ideals as he did. Young and fresh, he would make a great soldato within his team. Of course, there would be the matter of his other team members trusting Giorno, but that would come.

Of course, unknown to Bruno Bucciarati, he was being observed as well. And not just by Giorno Giovanna. Unbeknownst to the two, the mind of Giorno Giovanna was run by two very busy people (three for counting Gold Experience).

.

"Ugh," A lower-pitched version of Giorno's voice grunted. "Can this go by any slower?"

The owner of this voice looked almost like Giorno, complete with the blonde hair. However, his eyes were red in color along with his entire outfit. Two small devil wings fluttered impatiently while a long-forked tail thrashed about. He rubbed the horns sticking out of his head in a grumpy fashion as he looked out of Giorno's eyes.

"Ah, ah, ah," A higher-pitched version of Giorno's voice chided. "Let us be patient, Devil Giorno."

This version of Giorno was decked out in blue, from his dark-blue hair to his big sparkling eyes to his outfit. Two small angel wings fluttered slowly as his little halo shone a little. He gave a smile as he looked out at the many people dining.

"But for how long will it be before we meet this team? I need action, Angel Giorno, and I want it now!"

Before Angel Giorno could properly answer, the two Giornos jumped as two loud voices screamed at each other. Devil Giorno grinned and pumped his fist in the air while Angel Giorno shook his head, sighing.

"Let me introduce you," Bruno Bucciarati said sternly. "This is Giorno Giovanna."

Giorno's eyes sweeped over the team. Devil Giorno scoffed as he just looked over at Angel Giorno, who was excited at meeting new friends in this team. Suddenly, Giorno's eyes landed on one member of Team Buccellati and the two gasped.

This team member was absolutely beautiful.

Her black hair shone in the fluorescent light while her eyes beautifully sparkled. The sound of her voice was melodious and the smile gently adorning her lips was gracefully elegant. She wore a wonderful outfit that made her seem like a movie star rather than a gangstar.

"Well, well, well," Devil Giorno purred, tail flicking about curiously. "Who's the cutie over there?" He grinned as he leaned over a little. "My, oh, my, hello there, my dear."

"Hang on now," Angel Giorno whispered. "Firstly, we should introduce ourselves to her and the others before we do anything else. We must make a good first impression on them!"

.

"I'm Giorno Giovanna," The young man introduced, bowing slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Bria smiled as Giorno introduced himself politely. He looked like a prince, with his shimmering blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. And he was so polite too, just like a prince right out of a fairytale!

'I wonder what he likes,' Bria thought to herself as Giorno sat down on an empty chair. 'Well, best to introduce myself. Seems only fair!'

"Hi," She gently smiled, outstretching a hand. "I'm Bria. Bria Adal."

"It's nice to meet you." He smiled right back, returning the handshake firmly.

"Want some cake," Bria smiled. "It's strawberry shortcake."

"Thank you." Giorno graciously accepted.

.

"Agh, come on," Devil Giorno nearly pulled his hair out in frustration. "When can I actually spend time with this cutie? I want to kiss those lips!"

"Mind your manners," Angel Giorno reproached. "This cutie is named Bria and we'd do well to respect her. She's more than just a pretty girl here."

"I'm respecting her," Devil Giorno scoffed. "I'm respecting her beauty, her grace, her elegance."

"Before we can do so, we need to get to know her. What does she like and what does she think of frogs and ladybugs?"

As the duo giggled and pondered on what to talk to Bria about next, they didn't notice their Stand shaking his head with a fond smile. As Gold Experience raised an eyebrow at what Abbacchio was trying to do and signaled the duo about the action, he noticed a glass sphere forming. He walked over to it, curious.

It was a beautiful, pink-tinted glass sphere with Bria's visage inside. The Stand gave another fond smile and shake of the head. Giorno's fallen for the girl slowly, whether he consciously knew it or not. And Gold Experience knew that this crush would blossom into a sweetly wondrous love soon.

[cinemaspoppycornuwu]

[This is for @mrsgiovanna . Quite short but here ya go]

[The chosen fluff sentence will be in pink]

[This is a Giorno x Bria fic]

"Bria? Bria? Are you here?"

When Giorno opened the door of their room, all he could see was his beloved girlfriend crying with her face against the pillow. The room had a sad aura, not only because of her mood but also due to the cloudy and rainy day outside. Blonde quickly closed the door and walked fast towards the petit young lady and sat on the bed by her side. To get her slight attention, he placed a hand above hers, gently rubbing his finger on the back of her hand. She noticed it after some seconds and removed her face from the pillow, gazing at Giorno's leaf green eyes. Her almond eyes were watered and her nose slightly red.

"Gio...?" Replied with a weak voice.

"My love, what happened? Did someone hurt you? Or said anything bad?"

"No it's just... Giorno... Did I ever did a difference in the team...?"

"What... What kind of question is that...? My sweet Bria" he held her hands, fixating at her eyes "You're important like everyone else here. When I first met you, I was already amazed with your abilities. Who else could think of amazing strategies without even using stands?"

"...Bruno...? Fugo too. Leone as well"

"They can do that too. But you're just as amazing as them."

She sighed and said "Dunno, Gio..."

"You're doubting what I am saying...?"

For a moment there was silence and then Giorno had an idea. He picked up Bria in his strong arms and carried like a baby until they stood in front of the mirror. Gently placing her on the floor he asked "What do you see, my love?"

"A mirror."

He snorted "Despite that."

"Us."

"Only that? Well. I see a beautiful, smart, tiny" he placed a kiss on her neck making her let out a giggle "Perfect, cunning, loyal" another kiss "Passionate, gentle, cute as a puppy" while he said that last part, he nuzzled his cheek against hers.

"Giogio!"

"You're cute, sh. I haven't finished it yet. Talented, hot, agile, compreensive, kind young lady here by my side. Don't ever let anyone make you feel down, my beloved. I'll be here to cheer you up as always. And probably make whoever talked bad about you go swim with the sharks. They do feel lonely too."

She hadn't resisted at that phrase and bursted out of laughing, covering her face with her hands.

"Don't hide your face away from me, miss Adal~♡ Let me see that blush on your face and that shy smile of yours."

"NOPE!" she accidentally revealed her face.

"Ah, there it is my Bribri!" He said cupping her face and placing a kiss on her soft lips "Found that smile I love to see!"

"Sorry for earlier, Giorno... But sometimes I do doubt if I am doing a great job."

"You always do and I say that as your boyfriend and Passione boss. As I even said back in that day, I appreciate your passionate nature. I appreciate how fearless you are. Don't ever think you don't have a place here. Because you will always have one. Got it?"

She nodded and he kissed her forehead, picking up the small girl again.

"So, how it was your day?"

"Just fine as usual. The businesses are fine. According to some researches, the drug traffic is gladly going backwards."

"That is amazing!"

"Heh, I am satisfied. Even though, there is so much to do... What about yours?"

"...I accidentally ended up with ice cream here at home."

"It is okay. I can buy more for us tomorrow" he said while kissing her neck.

[authoralexharvey]

OC Name Meaning Tag

Was tagged for this one by @mariahwritesstuff and @queenslayerbee, so thank you!

Also tagging: @linaket, @k--havok, @alistonjdrake, @magic-is-something-we-create, and @ashen-crest. Have fun!

Rules: Put down an OC or more and tell what their name means.

I'm doing this game for ASMLP, where the names chosen had little to do with their meaning and moreso with the vibes of it all. That said, I did make a couple of intentional choices. The country this is set in also has a lot of French inspo (among others) and so that's the base I chose when going through names to try and fit my cast. I tend to go off of the vibes and "mouth feel" of it all. That said, let's look at all the major players and what their names mean!

Warning, this post is kinda long.

Simone Allard

French feminine form of Simon, which according to BehindtheName, is

From Σίμων (Simon), the New Testament Greek form of the Hebrew name שִׁמְעוֹן (Shim'on) meaning "hearing, listening", derived from שָׁמַע (shama') meaning "to hear, to listen".

Going back to Simone, "A famous bearer was Simone de Beauvoir (1908-1986), a French feminist and philosopher." and I think that's cool.

Their last name, Allard, is derived from the given name Adalhard and is

Derived from the Old German elements adal "noble" and hart "hard, firm, brave, hardy".

The last name was chosen intentionally, as Simone attempts to embody these traits (and ultimately fails).

Nadia Dupont

Nadia is a variant of Nadya, which itself is a Russian/Bulgarian diminutive of Nadezhda, which means "Hope". I didn't know this when I chose her name--I chose it off of Vibes TBH--but now that I do know this, it makes her name all the more ironic, I think.

Her last name, DuPont, means "from the bridge". That wasn't a choice intentionally done, either, I just thought the first and last name sounded nice together.

Etienne LaChance

Etienne, which is sans the little accent on the first E, is the French form of Stephen, which itself is

From the Greek name Στέφανος (Stephanos) meaning "crown, wreath", more precisely "that which surrounds".

Which,,, somewhat fits, given his kinda prissy nature and thinking he's better than everyone (he's right. somewhat).

As for his last name, LaChance, that just means "chance, luck" which was partly chosen off of Vibes and partly chosen off of irony, as he's got the best outcome by the end of all three of the MCs.

Chantal Bellarose

According to BehindtheName, Chantal means

From a French surname that was derived from a place name meaning "stony". It was originally given in honour of Saint Jeanne-Françoise de Chantal, the founder of the Visitation Order in the 17th century. It has become associated with French chant "song".

Which is cool! But I mostly chose it off of Vibes and because I like the name. As for her last name, I know for a fact I saw it on the surname section of BTN but now it's trying to gaslight me. Anyway, I just think it's pretty.

Professor Darzi

Darzi as a surname is a Persian word which means "tailor" (allegedly). I chose it partly because it looks nice and partly because Professor Darzi is such a tailored and well put together man.

Doctor Aiza

Aiza as a last name comes from "Aizt", Basque for "rock or stone" (allegedly). According to BTN, as a first name it's possibly Urdu in origin, but gives me no meaning beyond that. However, when I look it up, I'm told it can mean "replacement or substitute"... Either way, I mostly chose it for Vibes but it,,, oddly fits, in a way.

Professor Favreau

Favreau is a diminutive of Favre, which is itself a variant of Fèvre, which is

Occupational name meaning "blacksmith" in Old French, derived from Latin faber.

This was somewhat intentional, given the Professor's personality and appearance. As Nadia says,

She’s a monochrome woman: grey coat, black scarf, white hair. The brightest things about her are the chunky rings she wears, a rainbow of gems gleaming in the watery sunlight coming through the window behind her.

Alienor

Found this one on a French list somewhere. This is a variant of Aliénor, which is the French form of Eleanor, which gets this entry on BTN:

From the Old French form of the Occitan name Alienòr. Among the name's earliest bearers was the influential Eleanor of Aquitaine (12th century), who was the queen of Louis VII, the king of France, and later Henry II, the king of England. She was named Aenor after her mother, and was called by the Occitan phrase alia Aenor "the other Aenor" in order to distinguish her from her mother. However, there appear to be examples of bearers prior to Eleanor of Aquitaine. It is not clear whether they were in fact Aenors who were retroactively recorded as having the name Eleanor, or whether there is an alternative explanation for the name's origin.

I just chose it cause it sounded cool, to be honest.

[itsthesinbin]

Forgiveness (Happy Birthday Beans)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @beansapalooza I LOVE U WHORE

Linnae is their oc, Adall is mine. Linnae is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns. Misgender them and fucking die.

WARNING FOR: Cults (not super in-depth but Linnae leads a cult for Adall), worship/worship kink, praise kink, snake/naga motifs, unhealthy relationship dynamic, suckin SNAKE DICK

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Winter was fast approaching. The commune was finishing up their harvesting season, and Linnae was a bit worried. They had money stockpiled if need be, but their harvest wasn’t as plentiful as usual. There had been some flooring rotting out and a window to the church shattered recently. Linnae resorted to calling the nice repairman that would come here and give them discounts.

Right now, nearly everyone would be asleep. This would be the perfect time to commune with Adall. Clearly, he was displeased about something. These misfortunes wouldn’t fall upon them otherwise. Adall always provided and made sure they were safe and full.

They locked the doors to the church upon entering, making sure no one could come in without their permission. Usually, Linnae would just do this in their room. But they felt that they should do this properly instead of at their bedside.

They gathered their offerings- mostly consisting of leftover food and desserts from dinner- and placed them in the offering bowl. As Linnae muttered the prayer under their breath, they lit a match and dropped it among the food. As always, the items inside went up in glorious flame easily. All that remained was ash.

The pressure in the air changed. Linnae looked up at the statue behind the offering bowl. The snake’s eyes peered down at them, almost like it was looking directly through them. Linnae cleared their throat. 

“Lord Adall, I offer you food made from our own farms. I know you are displeased. Please, tell me what we have done to wrong you?” Silence. The only thing they heard was the slow spin of the ceiling fans above them. They sighed slightly.

Then the pressure in the air changed.

Linnae looked up again. The snake around the statue had changed, turning from a stone gray to a deep green. The eyes glowed red and arms gripped the sides of the pillar. They felt the breath leave their lungs in awe. Adall’s appearances always left them amazed.

“I see you only call for me when you all need something,” he hissed, voice ringing in their mind deliciously. They watched him descend, moving back to give him enough space to “stand” in front of them. Adall’s arms crossed as he rested on his coiled tail. He rolled a hand toward them, indicating that they should speak.

“I simply want to know what has been done to upset you, my Lord. I can see your displeasure in our misfortunes. I wish to know what we’ve done, and what we can do to please you once again.” Linnae got back down on their knees as they spoke, knowing he could get more upset if not shown proper respect. He sneered slightly, uncoiling himself and slithering over.

His hand went under their chin, lifting their face to look at him. Linnae felt their face flush, a thrum of excitement beginning in their chest. Even if they were about to be reprimanded, the fact that he graced them with his touch was enough to send them into euphoria.

“There have only been two new recruits this entire year, Linnae.” Their heart dropped. Unfortunately, they knew this was coming. They swallowed thickly.

“I have… We have been trying our best, my Lord. It is… hard to find people willing to listen.” Adall sighed, letting their face go. Linnae hid their disappointment, but took that as the signal to stand. He stared down at them, making them fidget slightly.

“I will try better, I promise. But please don’t punish your flock for my shortcomings.” They walked closer, looking up at their Lord with adoration. Adall hummed, raising a metaphorical brow and crossing all four of his arms once again.

Linnae couldn’t help but smile slightly. They knew a way to get his forgiveness. For how mighty he was, he was also a very simple deity to please.

“Perhaps there’s something I can do for you, to start earning your forgiveness?” They dared to step closer, not that he ever really stopped them. Adall simply watched, a coy smirk beginning to appear on his face.

“Do you really think sex will so easily please me?” His arms uncrossed, opening instead to allow them closer. Linnae chuckled slightly.

“I do, when you aren’t turning me down,” they replied, trailing their hands along his chest. He couldn’t help but hum appreciatively.

“You are a tempting creature, you know. I suppose I can accept this, for now. We can work on recruitment later.” Linnae was grateful, and they hoped he could feel it. They’d certainly do their best to show it. From the purr he let out, they had a feeling he knew.

“It is the least I can do,” Linnae muttered, pressing their hands to his chest. He followed their gentle push, leaning himself back onto his coils and against his altar. This allowed them to reach his neck, pressing small kisses there and to his jaw. Despite the stern front he put up, they knew how much he adored the more intimate moments like this.

Their hands ran down his torso, lightly dragging their nails across his scaled skin. Adall hummed softly in response, relaxing and letting them do as they pleased.

“Thank you for letting me do this,” Linnae mumbled against his throat, beginning to kneel down in front of him once again. Adall couldn’t help but smile, reaching down to brush their hair back. They stilled, letting him pet their hair.

“You are the only one I would even let near me in such a way, my little lamb.” A sense of pride surged through them, replaced by lust as they came face to face with his dick. Usually, he would have two. Perhaps he knew what they had planned and decided to make things a touch easier for them.

“I’m honored, Adall,” they breathed, slowly wrapping their fingers around him. He purred, egging them on as they began to stroke him eagerly. They didn’t hesitate to swipe their tongue over the head. Taking the head into their mouth, they sucked lightly.

Adall let out a slow exhale. He stopped petting their hair and instead threaded his fingers into it. He gripped enough to make them moan slightly. They peered up at him, eyes glazed with lust and reverence.

His hips moved slowly. Linnae relaxed, allowing him to move as he wished. They let out a pleased hum, causing a strained hiss to leave his throat.

“Every part of you was made for me, wasn’t it,” he grunted. Linnae moaned slightly in response, reaching out to place their hands on hips. Adall thrusted further into their throat. Their eyes rolled slightly in ecstasy.

Linnae hollowed their cheeks, sucking firmly. Their hands trailed up to Adall’s stomach and chest as he growled out his pleasure. He caught their stare, the two looking at each other hungrily. He let out a huff.

“Every part of you feels so good, Linnae. My sweet, devoted human.” His impossibly long tail slid around them, holding them possessively. The end of his tail also moved between their thighs. Linnae unashamedly ground their hips against him, letting out a pathetic whine in thanks.

Adall’s hips sped up, thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his pleasure instead of focusing on his follower. Not that they minded. Any pleasure of his was good enough for them. One of their hands went down, circling the base of his cock and squeezing slightly to help him along. Not that he needed much help, it seemed.

He let out an animalistic snarl, pressing himself into their mouth as he came. Linnae was thankful they had no gag reflex as they helped him ride out his high. He groaned as they swallowed around him, hips bucking and tail pressing to their groin.

Linnae pulled off when he was finished, catching their breath as they continued to grind against his tail. His grip on their hair eased, returning to petting them idly. He smiled lazily.

“Please,” they begged. He hummed, settling down in front of them.

“Now, wasn’t this about me? Selfish, aren’t we.” Their hips stilled, breath coming out in short gasps. Linnae looked up at him like a kicked puppy.

“I’m sorry-. I wasn’t-.” He cut them off with a small laugh. Two of his hands held their cheeks, keeping their gaze on him. Not that they ever looked anywhere else, when he appeared.

“I can see your remorse, my dear Linnae. You can continue.” Immediately, their hips began to move against his tail once again. They babbled out a few near-sobbing “thank you”s as Adall’s hands began to wander.

One hand stayed at their chin, keeping them looking at him. The three free hands slid into their clothes, groping and grabbing wherever he could reach. Linnae moaned, feeling overwhelmed and near their own orgasm.

“I love you- my lord-!” They let out a pathetic keening noise. Adall’s grip on their chin and jaw tightened slightly as they bucked against his tail. They held onto his arms as they rode out their own orgasm, shuddery gasps leaving them as they tried to catch their breath through the pleasure.

“I know you do,” he purred, pulling them against him as they calmed down. Four hands pet and soothed them, making them melt against their beloved god. Linnae never felt as loved as they did when they were with him.

“Rest. We can talk more when you awaken,” he purred. They felt him move, most likely heading for their room at the back of the chapel. Fine with them.

They muttered out a drowsy “thank you, Adall”, before slipping off to sleep.

[basicsofislam]

THE COMPANIONS OF THE PROPHET (PBUH) : Asim bin Thabit (r.a.)

Those who were saved from the darkness of polytheism, unbelief and oppression in the Era of Bliss had a completely different life after attaining the luminous light of Islam and they abandoned everything related to their old days. Anything that reminded them of their life before Islam caused them great suffering. This mood also affected Asim bin Thabit, who was a person from Madinah and who became a Muslim before the Pledge of Aqaba, in a different way.

After becoming a Muslim, Asim decided not to touch any polytheists and not to allow any polytheists to touch him. He always prayed to Allah Almighty to continue this decision.

Hz. Asim joined the Battle of Badr and killed many of the notables of the polytheists. After the Battle of Uhud, a congregation from the tribes of Adal and Qara came to the Messenger of Allah and asked him to send a delegation to them to teach them Islam. The Messenger of Allah sent a delegation headed by Asim to them. However, the people that came to the Messenger of Allah had evil intentions. They planned to trap the Muslims and sell them to Makkan polytheists; thus, they would get a lot of money from them. When they arrived in Raji, they revealed their plan and the Muslim delegates were surrounded by Bedouins with swords.

They said, "We do not want to kill you. Our intention is to sell you to Makkans and to get some rewards from them. Surrender!"

How could Hz. Asim and his friends who saw this betrayal with their own eyes could trust these cruel polytheists? Asim answered them as follows:

"I swore beforehand that I would never accept the protection of polytheists. By Allah, I will never believe in the protection and promise of the unbelievers and I will never surrender to unbelievers"

Then, he started to throw arrows at the polytheists by saying, "O Allah! Inform the Prophet about our situation!" When he threw arrows, he recited poems: "Death is true; life is empty and ephemeral / Whatever is written in fate (qadar) will happen /  People will go to Allah sooner or later. / If I do not fight you, let me die!"

Asim bin Thabit had seven arrows in his quiver. He killed one polytheist with each arrow. When he ran out arrows, he hit the polytheists with his spear. When his spear was broken, he drew his sword. He broke the sheath of his sword and prayed as follows:

"O Allah! I protected your religion at the beginning of today. Now protect my body at the end of today! "Do not allow the polytheists to touch my body."

Finally, he was wounded in two legs and fell down.

Sons of Lihyan martyred seven Companions including Asim bin Thabit by arrows.

The polytheists wanted to cut off his head; they wanted to take his head to Shuhayd's daughter and receive a reward from him. For, Hz. Asim had killed her father, who was a polytheist, at Badr. His daughter called "Sulafa" promised that she would give a reward to the person who cut off Asim's head and brought it to her.

The polytheists of Huzayl rushed in order to cut off Asim's head. However, a group of bees suddenly appeared around Asim. The bee community resembled a dark cloud and they clung to the faces of those approaching Asim’s dead body; they disturbed the polytheists and prevented them from approaching the dead body. The bees were protecting Asim's body. No matter how hard the polytheists tried, they could not cut off even a small part of the body of Asim. They said, "Let us wait for the evening. We will come and cut off his head after bees leave." However, Allah Almighty sent unexpected rain in the evening and it rained all the time; the flood caused by the rain took the body of Asim bin Thabit away. The polytheists could not reach their goal.

Allah Almighty protected the blessed body of Asim from the polytheists after his martyrdom by His mercy as He protected his body from the fury of the polytheists when he was alive. He had not touched the polytheists; and the polytheists could not touch him. Allah accepted his prayer. [  Usdul-Ghaba, 3: 73-74: Isaba, 2: 244-245.  ]

[lifeofresulullah]

The Life of The Prophet Muhammad(pbuh): The Battle of Uhud and Afterwards

The Incident of Raji

(4th Year of the Migration, the Month of Safar)

After the Battle of Uhud, some Arab tribes thought that Muslims became weak due to their defeat in the battle ; they started to have some movements and acts against Madinah, the center of Islam. One of those who started to prepare was Khalid b. Sufyan. When he completed the preparations to walk against Madinah, the Prophet heard about it. He sent Abdullah b. Unays in order to find out about news. Abdullah b. Unays, who learned that it was true from Khalid b. Sufyan, who was the planner of act, killed him with his sword.

This event caused the other tribes around to be inactive for a while but they were fostering their feelings of vengeance and attack against Muslims.

When the sly enemy found out that they would not cope with Muslims openly, they tried to find other ways to satisfy their feeling of vengeance. A delegate of six people from the tribes of Adal and Qara disguised as innocent people came to Madinah. They said that they were Muslims and went to the presence of the Prophet.

They said, “O Messenger of God! Islam has spread among our tribe. Please send some of your Companions to explain us the decrees of Islam and to teach the Quran!”

The Messenger of God did what they wanted because their demand seemed innocent and reasonable and it would serve Islam. He sent ten Companions under the command of Marsad b. Abi Marsad with them. Seven of the ten Companions whose names were known were as follows:

Marsad b. Abi Marsad, Khalid b. Abi Bukayr, Abdullah b. Tarıq, Asim b. Thabit, Hubayb b. Adiyy, Zayd b. Dasinna and Muattib b. Ubayd.

When the Companions came to the well belonging to the tribe of Huzay called Raji, they understood that they faced a mean and villainous betrayal. They were exposed to the attack of about a hundred archers all of a sudden. The people who had said, “We embraced Islam; send us a delegate to teach us” left them under the attack of the archers of the tribe of Lihyan.

The Muslims drew their swords and took shelter on the mountain. They tried to defend themselves with their swords but they could not resist for a long time. The traitors surrounded the mountain they had sheltered.

They said, “If you surrender and come down, we will not kill you!” The Muslim teachers did not rely on what the polytheists said and refused to surrender. One of them, Asim b. Thabit said, “I have sworn that I will never accept the protection of polytheists. I will never surrender to those unbelievers” Then, he prayed, “O God! Inform your Messenger about us.” Meanwhile, he was throwing arrows at the polytheists. While throwing arrows, he said, “Why should I not fight? I am strong enough; my arrows are with me; the string of my arrow is thick; arrows flow thanks to my bow.

“Death is bound to come; the world is ephemeral.

What is predetermined is to be suffered!

People will return to God sooner or later!

If I do not fight you, let my mother lose her son.”

When that heroic Companion ran out of arrows, he started to use his spear. When his spear broke, he drew his sword. After killing many polytheists, his last prayer was,  

“O God!  I tried to protect your religion; protect my dead body from the polytheists.”

The other Companions fought heroically, too. However, what could ten people do against one hundred people. Eventually, seven Companions, including Asim b. Thabit, were martyred by the arrows of the polytheists. When the remaining three Companions were promised by the polytheists that they would not be killed, they surrendered. The polytheists tied them fast with the strings of their bows. Then, they set out for Makkah. Their aim was to sell them to the polytheists of the Quraysh, whose hearts were full of grudge and hatred against them.

On the way to Makkah, Abdullah b. Tariq ran away. However, he was martyred by the stones thrown by the polytheists. Two Companions were left:  Zayd b. Dasinna and Hubayb b. Adiyy. The polytheists sold them in Makkah.

Asim b. Thabit had killed two sons of Sulafa, a ferocious polytheist woman,  in the Battle of Uhud. That evil woman had sworn that she would drink wine out of Asim’s skull if she captured him. The Sons of Lihya knew about it. Therefore, they wanted to take the head of Asim b. Thabit to that woman in Makkah. However, God did not let them do it. God Almighty accepted Asim b. Thabit’s prayer, “O God! I sacrificed my soul in order to protect your sublime religion beginning from the day I became a Muslim. Today is my last day. Protect my dead body from the polytheists!”, which he said just before he was martyred. When the polytheists wanted to approach his dead body, a swarm of bees appeared next to his dead body and did not let them approach it. Therefore, they left that place and decided to take the dead body the next morning. However, when they arrived there in the morning, his dead body was not there. The polytheists were surprised because God Almighty sent rain during the night and the flood drifted the dead body, protecting it from the filthy hands of the polytheists.    

Hazrat Hubayb and Hazrat Zayd are Martyred

Hazrat Hu­bayb b. Adiyy and Zayd b. Dasinna, who were taken to Makkah by the Sons of Lihya, were bought by some people whose relatives had been killed in Badr and were imprisoned. The decision of the Quraysh was to kill those two Companions. After inflicting torture on them for a while, they took them to the place called Tanim one day. Those two heroic Companions hugged each other and advised patience to each other.  

Tanim was full of people: young and old male and female. They had gone there to watch the wild torture that those two Companions would suffer. They went there to cheer the murderers who trampled on freedom and humanity. They knew that they could not take the revenge of Badr in Uhud with their unfinished victory; therefore, they wanted to take their revenge on those two innocent, defenseless and unarmed Companions by hanging them.  

Hazrat Hubayb is Martyred

They had dug a hole and set up the gallows tree.

They took Hubayb toward the gallows. Hubayb, whose heart was full of the love of God and His Messenger, was calm and unhesitant. He regarded being martyred for the religion of God as the greatest honor. He wanted permission to perform a two-rak’ah prayer. When they let him, he turned to his Lord with all his sincerity. After performing the prayer, he turned to the polytheists and said, “I swear by God that I would prolong the prayer if I did not fear that you would say, ‘Hubayb feared death and prolonged the prayer!’”

Thus, Hazrat Hubayb became the first person to start the practice of performing a two-rak’ah prayer before being executed.

The polytheists said to him, “If you give up Muhammad’s religion and return to your ancestors’ religion, we will forgive you!”

The heroic Companion said, “By God, no! I will never give up Islam. Even if you gave me the whole world, I would not give up Islam!”

This time, the polytheists said, “Tell us the truth; you would be pleased if Muhammad was here instead of you and killed instead of you, wouldn’t you?”

The answer of the Companion, who was yearning for the love of the Messenger of God, astonished the polytheists: “I swear by God that I would rather lose my house, life and family than hear that a thorn prick the foot of the Prophet!”

The polytheists just laughed at the answers of Hubayb because they had never seen such sacrifice and they had not experienced the happiness of loyalty to God and His Messenger.

When the Companion looked around, he could not see even one luminous face. All of the faces were sullen; the ugliness of the polytheism was manifest on their faces. There was nobody that could send his greetings to the Prophet among the crowd. He had nothing to do but send his greetings on the gallows tree. He invoked:

“O God!  I can see nothing but the faces of the enemy now!

“O God!  There is nobody that can give my regards to Your Messenger here! Please give my regards to him!

“O God!  You informed us about the prophethood of Your Messenger. Inform him about what happened to use in the morning.”

While he was praying, the Messenger of God received the greetings of Hubayb in Madinah saying, “Peace be on you!” Then, he turned to his Companions and said, “The Qurayshis martyred Hubayb.”

Hazrat Hubayb was tied to the tree. There were forty young people whose fathers had been killed standing against him with their spears. When they received the order, they started to hit him with the spears. They wanted Hubayb to die under torture. For a moment, Hubayb turned his face toward the Kaaba and thanked God for it: ”Praise be to God, who turned my face  to the qiblah that God, His Messenger and believers are pleased with.”

The Qurayshi polytheists could not put up with it anymore and turned his face away from the Kaaba. However, the self-sacrificing Companion wanted to be martyred facing the Kaaba. He prayed his Merciful Lord, “O God! If I am a good person in the eye of You, turn my face toward the qiblah.”

The polytheists could not turn Hubayb’s face, which had been turned to the qiblah, away from the qiblah.

There was very little time left for Hubayb to be martyred. He prayed against those who inflicted that torture on him due to his belief in and love of God and His Messenger by saying, “O God! Destroy the Qurayshi polytheists; eliminate them. Kill them all! Do not leave any one of them alive!”

This loud prayer echoed in Tanim, terrifying the unbelievers’ hearts. Some of them lay face down. Some of them plugged their ears. This fear continued long after Hubayb was martyred.

With spears stuck in his chest, Hubayb shouted at the faces of the polytheists the existence and oneness of God, and the prophethood of His Messenger. Then, he died as a martyr. Thus, he became the first Muslim to die on the gallows tree in the way of God.  

It is Hazrat Zayd’s Turn

The martyrdom of Hazrat Hubayb was to be followed by the martyrdom of Hazrat Zayd.

The polytheists took him to Tanim, too, and tied on the gallows tree.

They offered him the same things that they had offered to Hazrat Hubayb. However, he gave the same answers as Hubayb recklessly.

Abu Sufyan could not hide his astonishment and appreciation. He said,  “I have never seen anyone loved as much as Muhammad by his friends!”

When the offers of the polytheists were rejected by Zayd, they started to shoot arrows at him and martyred him. The body of the great Companion was tied there but God knows in what high realm his spirit was travelling.

Both of those Companions died without hesitating even for a moment about their belief in and loyalty to God and His Messenger.

[ledenews]

Libby Adams and Her Love Affair with Telling Her Tales

Her name was Penelope, and she was the “little girl” artist. Penelope was with her parents last weekend at Oglebay’s Hickman Bar & Grill and they enjoyed the live performance by local singer/songwriter Libby Adams. Before the family returned to their rooms at Wilson Lodge, the child’s mother offered Adams a drawing Penelope sketched during the show. “Her mom came up to me and said, ‘She drew this for you,’” Adams said. “I was almost in tears. I asked for her autograph, and then she left.” It was one of THOSE moments, though, that have led Adams to fall in love with her childhood dream that seems to be tiptoeing to coming true. Penelope was the child-artists name who sketched Libby during a performance at Oglebay's Wilson Lodge last weekend. “When I was a kid, I remember wanting to be Hanna Montana, and I’m being 100 percent honest with you. I didn’t want anyone to cut my hair and I just wanted to sing everything,” Adams remembered. “I think every girl back then wanted to be Miley Cyrus because Hanna Montana was a really cool role model back then. “That’s why, right now, I’m letting music take me where it wants to take me and I’m just doing it like I do it,” she said. “I’m running with it because it’s a dream and I really want it to come true is some way. I’m in love with it, I’m having a blast with it, I think it’s beautifully awesome, and I love when others sing with me.” Hanna Montana made sense while the classroom didn’t. People, most of the time anyway, didn’t either. “I’ve struggled my entire life with things like school and I’ve struggled with making friends, too, so at an early age I started concentrating on music and I listened to as many different bands and artists as I could. My parents are huge music fans so I’ve always loved their music frm the 80’s and 90’s,” Adams recalled. “There were times when those musicians would amaze me, and I would wish so hard that I knew how to do it. So, that’s when I decided I wanted to learn. “Adele is a great example. Who doesn’t want to be able to do what Adale does? She’s so amazing,” she said. “I love to perform her songs, and there are so many other females who have terrific voices, too. Adams is learning more and more each week as she works with other performers in the Upper Ohio Valley. An Unadulterated Truth It’s not about getting discovered, but it does concern finding her path to peace. Adams has impressed audiences throughout the Upper Ohio Valley in person and on the local radio waves since crashing onto the live and local scene last summer. Along with Oglebay’s Hickman Lounge, she’s performed as far away as Nemacolin Resort and at venues up and down the Ohio River. On occasion, one of her parents has activated their Facebook Live stream so online folks could enjoy, as well. “Once I decided to dedicate a lot of my time to music, I’ve run with it. These days, there’s not much else that makes so much sense to me,” Adams said. “Music is a topic that I can talk about for a long time because I love it so much, and I want to get better and better. And I’ve started working on some of my own stuff, too. “Now that I’m working some with Gage Joseph, he’s taught me a lot of about he goes out preparing and practicing and writing his own music and it’s helped a lot. He’s taught me a lot,” she explained. “Honestly, making songs is hard. It’s not easy at all, and, at least for me, if I write a song it’s gotta be about something I really care about.” Performing cover song after cover song, she hopes, is temporary since she’s now writing on her own. Adams wants to tell her tales. Hiking is one of Libby's favorite hobbies because she often wishes to get away from the perturbing noises of life. “I love to sing songs that tell stories,” Adams said. “When I write songs, that’s what I’m doing – telling stories, and I would say that my favorite part of this music experience has been that I'm able to reach people my age and people my dad's age, and people my grandparents' age. I think that’s a pretty cool thing that involves a wide range of music. “That’s it’s so much fun for me to put my heart into it and really get into singing it,” she said. “Writing the music and having that process in my life is super special. It’s an honor to be able to do what I can do now. To put my songs out there for other people to hear and feel was really tough at first, but it��s really a very cool thing to experience.” Libby is learning. And the almost 22-year-old is teaching herself now how to provoke her soul to fill her heart with the necessary syllables so others can join her soulful journey. “Writing a song is a very personal, sensitive thing, and it’s always about something going on in my life with my friends or my family. When I write the song, it’s like putting the pieces together,” Adams explained. “We all go through things in our lives and that’s why talking to my friends and working on music with Gage is always good for me because it helps me realize I’m not the only one. We’re all out here trying to make sense. “It’s about getting your feelings out in a song, and it takes practice because in the beginning, it would just make me cry or laugh or something,” she continued. “It’s kind of like training your superpower. And it takes you somewhere and that’s a good thing when you need to go away for a while.” Read the full article

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i can't believe my schoolwork is finally done, probably one of my worst procrastinating bunch of weeks. BUT THAT MEANS I GET TO DRAW LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

a bit of a spoiler on what I've been planning:

- the patching scene from chapter 30 will be made in a comic panel (nothing super complex, since my coloring has been shit)

- MAYBE a panel of Simon and Nadya in his hospital room (GHOST'S TITTIES???? WHO KNOWS??)

- Both of them lying on each other in the jet back to Adal

I'll probably get some more ideas, but I'm already super excited to draw the stuff you write, omfg!! (I'm also accepting suggestions, if you'd like, feel free to propose anything)

Brazilian song for today: 'Onde Anda Você' by Toquinho and Vinícius Moraes

Hope you're doing well!!

GOD GOD GOD IM SO FUCKING EXCITED (PLEASE DRAW GHOSTS BOOBS)

LITERALLY ANYTHING YOU MAKE IS GONNA BE SO COOL <3333 PLEASE PLEASE DONT FORGET TO TAG OR DM ME OR SOMETHING <M3333333 (love the song too btw :))

[nataliesnews]

A meeting with Mofida and Adal 4.2.2023 written by Shosh London Sappir

The Get-Together

The smell of the overnight stew filled the house. The pot was nervously watched, heat and water levels carefully adjusted so it would be perfect for lunchtime. Furniture was moved to make room for the extended dining room and kitchen tables. Chairs were collected from all the rooms. The table was set.

The special guests were M and A, Palestinians from the town of T near Hebron, and two other members of the family. Invited to join us were another six Israelis. Since I met M at a dialogue workshop 12 years ago, we have remained in touch, expanding our circle to include our families and gradually our friends. Despite the Israeli restrictions on movement and the ongoing volatility and the fears it raises, we have maintained a sort of routine of several visits a year: they host us for one break of fast dinner every year on Ramadan, we join them for the olive harvest one day every fall, and another handful of visits without a special reason, plus weddings and bereavement calls. They are generous hosts in the Palestinian tradition with every visit including an ample spread of labor-intensive delicacies including the ubiquitous heap of stuffed grape leaves. When we leave, not only our stomachs but also our hands are full: M sends us off with packages of olives, seasonal produce and leftovers, a package for each household of guests.

Reciprocating this generosity isn’t easy, if only from the point of view of making the time in our busy city schedules. Yet we do make the effort to host them back about once a year at our house and another time at one of our friends’ houses. We do our best to show maximum hospitality and make them feel welcome and loved in what may feel as hostile territory, expressing our appreciation for the effort it takes to maintain this relationship and also to physically cross the barriers to get here.

Logistically, for us Israelis to go visit them means getting into the car and driving to their house. We cross one checkpoint between Israel proper and the West Bank, but we just drive through it because the guards are not interested in the traffic in that direction. On the way back we do get stopped and questioned and lie that we were at one of the Jewish settlements so as not to arouse unnecessary interest.

For them to visit us requires carrying the right papers - either a permit to enter Israel or meeting criteria for entering permit-free, reaching the checkpoint by vehicle but requiring other transportation on the Israeli side. Whether they choose to take a bus to pray at Al-Aqsa first and then come to us, or we pick them up at the checkpoint to take them to our house, this doesn’t stop M from carrying with her heavy gifts from her fields and from her kitchen. Once she even called to ask me to come to the checkpoint at 9 am to unburden her of a pot of grape leaves and take it home while she and her entourage went to pray, and they would join us later for lunch.

So I set out on the Saturday to collect the guests from the checkpoint while my husband finished getting the house ready. When I got there I was met by the couple’s son and son-in-law, each carrying massive bags of gifts. Standing in the rain, the son leaned into my car and said: “They didn’t let mom and dad through.” What?? “They said older people who don’t need permits aren’t allowed through on Saturday.” The couple was stranded on the Bethlehem side of the checkpoint, in the rain. The two young men with the gifts were standing outside of my car. Six Israelis were on the way to my house. The stew was ready. What could be done?

Convincing the Israeli authorities to change their mind was not even an option. The only question was how we could salvage this festive occasion and not allow our friends to be turned back shamefaced and empty-handed. I called my husband and we decided to try to meet somewhere else that was accessible to them. The closest place was Beit Jala, which is officially on the Palestinian side so the Palestinians don’t need permits to get there, whereas we Israelis are allowed to do whatever we want under this system. In fact there is a cottage industry of encounter spaces in that town for precisely that reason. My husband suggested trying to rent a room in one of the hotels or restaurants and bringing our food. With the young men still waiting in the rain and the couple still waiting outside of the checkpoint, I made some frantic calls but was not able to rent a room.

Then M called from the other side of the checkpoint and said that a garden café where we had met a couple of times had a closed room and also allowed guests to bring their own food. We decided to meet there and she and her party set off while my husband started packing up and I started calling my other guests. Since most of the guests live in my neighborhood, I fully expected people to pass on the new plan: popping over for lunch is one thing; getting into the car and driving half an hour in the rain to sit in a stuffy room in a café is less appealing. Yet each person I called and explained as concisely as I could what happened and what we were going to do,immediately said okay, no questions, no hesitation. Eight people were distributed into three cars, not a single person bailed out.

When I went home from the checkpoint to pick up my husband and the food, the son-in-law crossed back to Bethlehem to drive his in-laws to Beit Jala and the son came with me in my car with all the gifts, which consisted of olives, arugula, radishes and green onions, all freshly picked that morning and in large quantities to be divided up between all the Israelis, plus wedding gifts for my daughter. The only glitch was that it turned out out we could not bring food to the restaurant. It was a shame because every guest had prepared a dish, but at least in our case my husband quickly repacked some of the food from the pots into boxes, so we showed up with a crate of food that we moved into their car.

We sat around a long table in a wood-lined room heated with a cast iron wood stove, looking for all appearances like holiday makers at a Swiss ski lodge, and shared a typical Palestinian meal of salads, freshly baked flat bread, rice dishes and grilled meat. Our Palestinian friends said they had been shocked by the new rule, which appeared to be some kind of sudden, new directive that they obviously had not been informed about, possibly one of the new Israeli restrictions after a Palestinian attack in Jerusalem the week before, and that had they known they could not enter on Saturday we could have met on Friday. The unspoken message from all of us Israelis was that we feel terrible that our country oppresses them, that unlike the government we do not hold them responsible or punishable for the killing that happened in Jerusalem, and above all that not a single one of us could bear to see them humiliated and rejected and sent home when they had come all this way loaded with gifts and goodwill.

In the evening, looking back on the event, I commented to one of my friends that although we pulled it off, the restaurant food was not as good as our food. To which she replied: Of course our food would have been better but it was pretty good if you consider this was a demonstration against the occupation!

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[rlainarin]

tagged by @big-cheesy-productions to do nine ship songs, so let's check in on my video game children and their beloveds!

1: Angharad/Zevran - Collar Full - Panic! at the Disco

'Cause there's always time for second guesses, I don't wanna know If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go

2: Arinda/Morrigan - Jet Pack Blues - Fall Out Boy

She's in a long black coat tonight Waiting for me in the downpour outside She's singing, "Baby, come home" in a melody of tears While the rhythm of the rain keeps time

3: Cyara/Alistair - Not Yet/Love Run (Reprise) - The Amazing Devil

It seems oh it seems To me That you You can’t dance For shit

4: Hawk/Anders - Stigmatized - The Calling

I believe in you Even if no one understands I believe in you, and i don't really give a damn

5: Dianthe Hawke/Fenris - A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me - Fall Out Boy

I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So, say, what are you waiting for, kiss her, kiss her I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late

6: Neil Hawke/Merrill - Get It Right The First Time - Billy Joel

I'm not much good at conversation I never was too smooth at comin' on real strong If all it takes is inspiration Then I might have just what it takes If I don't make no bad mistakes

7: Talbeth Adaar/Sera - Save World Get Girl - I Fight Dragons

Nowhere to runaway, not today Outnumbered, that's the trick of it No more to lose, and so here we go now Don't turn around, we wanna show

8: Adall Lucrez/Ifan ben-Mezd - Laughter Lines - Bastille

You took me to your favourite place on Earth To see the tree they cut down ten years from your birth Our fingers traced in circles round its history We brushed our hands right back in time through centuries.

9: Kameru Inase/Daeran Arendae - It's Not A SIde Effect of the Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love - Fall Out Boy

Put your hand between An aching head and an aching world We'll make them so jealous We'll make them hate us

tagging @wild-houseplant, @mocha-writes, @jellydishes

[mrsgiovanna]

Giorno: *finishes his paperwork* And done... *checks watch* Wait. Mista. What day it is today?

Mista: Friday.

Giorno: Giorno: How about I dismiss everyone earlier just today?

Bruno: Hmm... It's been a long wee—

Giorno, already cutting off

Bruno: perfect.

(Minutes later)

Nicki: *doing some french fries in her and Mista's home. Probably Mista has a villa for his own and Nicki lives with him.*

Mista: Strange...

Nicki: What's wrong, love?

Mista: Hm? Nothing... It's just that Giorno let us leave earlier in a friday. He isn't used to do that.

Nicki: Remember that Bria's parents are here? He wanted to get ready to probably meet them

Mista: OH, YEAH! Now I do!

Nicki: Frenches ready~ So we got... Juice, water, popcorn, french fries, nuggets, home-made burguers, sauces, mini ice cream pots are in the fridge and pastéis de frango! (Search pastel in the google. It is really really really delicious) (no soda for them because she forgot. And plus, she needs to drink more water)

Mista: Movie night, let's f*cking go! *already carrying her to the sofa and later gets the blankets*

[IN GIORNO'S VILLA]

Mahin: *eyes shining when he sees his wife all glam*

Mira: Tesoro, it's just the same old me as usual~

Mahin: The same you I loved since the day I met you *gentle kiss on her lips*

Mira: Not here~♡ The kids might be seeing it

Giorno, just came in. Haven't saw: Mr. Adal *greets him with a handshake* Mrs. Adal *gentleman kiss on her hand*

Mahin: Won't Bria come with us?

Mira: Poor girl was tired, Mahin. Let her rest.

Bria, actually: *a little bit nervous to see Giorno interact with her parents*

Bria: Oh... Will everything be okay?

Oro: *playing with his squeaky toy*

Bria: At least someone is okay... Right, my little doggie babie? 🥺

Oro: *goes in the direction of his (hooman) mama*

Bria: Guess you're right, Oro~♡ *kissu*

Oro's thoughts: Mama, I love you but I have no idea what are you talking about. But do I get more pats? 🐕

Bria: Come on, let's watch something, babie. And let's pray for them to be alright

Giorno: I'll check if she is doing fine.

Bria:

Bria: *dashes to the bed, jumps on it and curls with blanket before anyone notice*

Giorno: Bria? Ah, she's resting... *kisses her cheek gently* I'll come back soon, amore~♡

Awwwww bri and oro, I think she'd change her mind in the last minute and go with them, or she'd worry the whole time.

And nico and mistas night in is so cute