#the man's love is unconditional and without and reservations

[existingingrey]

I have never felt this sad, emotional or heartbroken while watching a drama.

This is the kind of love story that makes you want to rip your hair out and cry for hours.

SC and JW's lives were so different yet so similar.

They had nothing but pain and burdens when their paths crossed, but along the way they learned to truly smile and care for each other and because of each other. One learned how to love again and the other learned how to be truly loved.

NSC's unconditional love for Goh Jeong Woo saved GJW and GJW's unwavering faith in Noh Sang Cheol redeemed NSC. They became each other's salvation.

And if this is not the most beautiful kind of love story, I don't know what is.

[anacdoce]

3 Things in Common With Your OC

Thank you for the tag @xxnashiraxx 🖤

Raven Farwind 🐦‍⬛

Screenshot by my beloved @iizven 🖤🖤

In reality, Raven and I are very different, but we share some qualities and some defects.

Afraid to be left alone: Raven's biggest fear is to be left alone, without no one to fuel her to keep going, and man... I'm terrified of seeing myself alone in this world. I can't imagine my life without my family, without the ones that in those darkest days give me reasons to lift my head and move forward.

Family comes first: Raven would sacrifice everything for her father. Everything. She feels she owes him her unconditional love as he does for her. For me, my family always comes first too. I would sacrifice my own well-being to give them a better life if that depended on me (being a mother has its perks...).

Lack of self confidence: Oh boy... Raven has a real problem believing in herself. She's always pushing herself down, thinking that nothing better is reserved for her, so she must accept what she already has. Well, for me it's not that bad, but I do struggle to believe I can do it, to believe that what I have is due to my hard work and not a stroke of luck. I'm better now, but even so some days are hard.

No pressure tags: @saucy-scribbler @meeshrox @bloodinwine @roguishcat @astarioffsimpmain @elenyae @serenbriar @judasiskariot @amoremagnificentbastard @yennefer-of-vengerbergs 🖤

[heartshapedbubble]

Hi! I hope your having a good day/night wherever you are 🫶

I was wondering if you could maybe write some friends to lovers head cannons with Ganji and Eli?

hello!! you too anon💖 (like. 5 months later but oh well :c )

this is such a cute prompt HEEHEE >W<

ganji gupta and eli clark friends to lovers hcs🏏🦉

ganji gupta🏏

he likes company but doesn't like initiating hangouts. he's a man of few words, most of them reserved for when there's really no other option other than to communicate verbally

whenever you two sit together he always gets a bit restless and fidgety. if you try to bring up the topic he'll just brush it off, saying it's nothing to worry about

he can't EVER discern if he likes somebody or if he's just anxious and it literally swallows him whole. thinking about verbalizing what he feels or physical closeness makes him feel a bit dizzy so he just pushes these thoughts to the back of his brain until they eventually resurface again

gets a tad distant, being a bit rude and brash as a defense mechanism

shows his care by being (over)protective, especially in matches. when he sees you in danger it's like he's seeing red, leaving hunters bruised from his aggressive swings. he says he's overprotective in general, that you're not special and that he treats you like he would anyone else, but it hurts to say that when he thinks the exact opposite

confess first. or, at least, hint at doing so. it's not gonna get to his head unless you say it first, directly, no buts or ifs - only then will he realize that hey, maybe i should stop denying myself romantic attraction?

your first few dates are a bit awkward. you two are a *thing* now, but he doesn't understand the new boundaries your relationship sets. is it really alright to hold your waist in front of everyone?

just give him some time until he gets comfortable, it takes time for him to drop the stoic persona

his first kisses are sloppy. he initiates them slowly and without much confidence, hands trembling as they bring you closer and he plants his warm lips against the corner of your mouth - he still doesn't dare to go lips-to-lips. they make for a good laugh afterwards, him nervously grinning at his own anxiety.

is almost shocked when you return the favor, maybe even more eagerly than him. slowly kiss his temples, rub the back of his head with care and he's paralyzed under your hands, his mind wandering away beneath your tender touches

his most cherished moments with you are spent in complete silence. the feeling of unconditional love contained within a comfortable silence is indispensable, and just the fact that he doesn't have to strain himself with small talk and expressing things he can't actually describe feels great

eli clark🦉

victory or loss, no matter his mood, whenever you call upon eli clark his head turns towards you in a second. his face is completely covered - save for his mouth and nose - but his lips are always curled into a soft smile

the cloaked seer enjoys solitude and spends most of his free time in it. he's softspoken, but always a tad gloomy and breathless

yet it doesn't take much to creep under his skin. a few kind words will quickly put him at ease and, encouraged by your own openness, he won't hesitate to be straightforward with you

spending so much time pondering and overthinking, he can't help but notice his feelings towards you. well, they might not be feelings by the traditional definition, but what other word can describe the tingles he feels when he hears your voice from behind, when you creep upon him? or the surge of heat in his abdomen while he's slowly making his way towards you, watching your expression change through brooke's eyes?

he confesses first. definetly. it'll take him a few days to devise a plan, to find the best spot and time to confess and phrase his thoughts, but it wouldn't take long during your friendship for it to happen. he's a bit of a romantic at heart and can easily get swayed by affection

most of his ways of expressing affection are through small PDA. tenderly holding your hand or your waist, rubbing your shoulders after a tense match or holding you from the back. he's a literal heat machine! has so much layers on and it feels really good to lay back against him in response. you can easily wrap the remaining fabric around yourself, too

only takes off his hood and blindfold a bit further into the relationship. he's so used to them masking his true appearance that taking them off in front of others makes him feel vulnerable

asks the WEIRDEST questions and says the most random stuff on dates. literally no filter. who knows where his mind actually goes while you talk to him?

likes when you get touchy with him :,) rub his hips (they're kinda sore and he often has to crack them like knuckles, it's hard to carry so many bags and pouches around his waist ok!!), mess with his hair, trace your fingers around his face, whisper him the dumbest things up-close into his ear, hell, even bite him if you want to! has insomnia anyways and any kind of stimulation helps him fall asleep. he just turns into a happy human blob

[torgawl]

all this time i had headcanoned that neuvi kept an eye on younger wrio with the intention to take care of him and you're telling me it's true? sobbing.

i can't stop thinking about how it probably hurt neuvi so much to issue that sentence to someone so young and so hurt. even furina left the trial and was unable to keep her act. how gut-wrenching it must have been, especially with wrio admitting his crime and accepting punishment so easily. that ammount of resignation in, basically, a kid... it can only come from a place of so much pain. the chance to rewrite his own story and making the fortress his home truly meant so much to wrio. but i also think for someone like neuvillette, who is characterised for his immense love and compassion towards others, it must have been cause for great turmoil to know what was to come, and that the sentence he was issuing was just an extension of that kid's already hard life. the ammount of guilt in his heart versus the impartiality required of him as a tool of justice; in a way, a reiteration of the question that has haunted him throughout his long journey as fontaine's iudex: "is this what justice means to you? answer me, neuvillette!".

no wonder wrio is so fond of the melusines, too. we already knew from his own character story that they were the ones helping him when he spent time in the streets, but to know he wouldn't have made it without that help... of course he cherishes them so much, of course he holds sigewinne in such good esteem - who was likely the closest to a familiar embrace during those harsh days. i find it rather wholesome that wrio doesn't know it was neuvi's doing, too. neuvi was almost his guardian angel, and i'm sure the melusines were also happy to finally be able to do something for a human in need.

i had always wondered if neuvillete's help with giving wriothesley his duke title came from a place of wanting to fix what felt wrong so long ago during that trial because it felt deliberate, like the good deed of someone who intentionally kept an eye for the other and was proud of their journey. having sigewinne confirm neuvi's concern and curiosity with wrio's experience in the fortress is very dear to me. it reminds me of how genuinely happy neuvillette was when he noticed wrio's vision the day he gave wriothesley his title, like a silent aknowledgement of how far wrio had come and the good man he had become. you cannot tell me neuvi wasn't filled with pride seeing that former small hurt kid become someone so genuinely good-hearted, doing something as great as reforming meropide. maybe even relief, seeing things had turned out well for him despite his disturbing past and neuvi's own hand in his fate, in such a heartbreaking way.

their relationship has always been so intriguing to me because there's so many layers of complex feelings throughout their timeline. i find that most people ignore neuvi's struggles with his own 'humanity' and the constant theme of heart versus judgement, and how it likely played a role in his interest in wrio as well as their later nurtured friendship. but i also find wrio's reluctance in accepting neuvi's concern for him quite telling. he's reserved and we don't really get any insight besides what he tells sigewinne and his almost dismissive response, but i am so sure he feels grateful for neuvillette's unconditional support. neuvillette almost filled the empty place wrio's family left behind. not in a literal way, but how he kept an eye out for wrio is akin to how he keeps an eye out for the melusines. and can we talk about how neuvi was likely the first 'human' (in his own perception at the time) or older adult to be consistent in his life? i cannot imagine the weight such 'simple' things like consistency and unconditional love - and i mean this in an all-encompassing way - have for someone with the family-related trauma wriothesley has. wriothesley says it himself, his childhood has left permanent wounds in him, one of which is not being able to trust others. but to be able to find such reliability in someone else, that may also be healing to his inner child. they're very dear to me!!

[psycheandthistle]

Novelette intro <3

Antigone Rides Alone

Summary - Set in 1891, Thebes is controlled by Creon, a powerful landowner with half the town in his pocket. When Creon forbids the burial of Polyneices, an innocent man deemed traitor, Antigone can't do nothing. She'll risk everything, defying him to honour her little brother.

Characters:

Antigone - our narrator, quiet and reserved, but fiercely loyal to the ones she loves, as well as extremely defiant against everyone and everything.

Ismene - Antigone's little sister, loves her brother, but not enough.

Polyneices and Eteocles - the twins, killed each other in rivalry. Eteocles awaits a funeral, while Polyneices rots inside a noose.

Haemon - Antigone's fiance. His bravery is too little, too late.

Creon - the "ruler" of Thebes. He's corrupt. Surely this will have no consequences for him.

Core theme - unconditional love for your siblings.

This is really just an adaption of Antigone, by Sophocles, but set in the wild west. theyre two vibes that is really wanted to smash together for the longest time, and i think antigone is a main character that really brings a lot of outlaw energy to the table.

im thinking this will be around 8k words, because at the moment its already 3k and i havent gotten past the first interaction between ismene and antigone 😭

anyway some excerpts:

“Antigone, the horse is tacked.” Haemon says. Haemon is a man unlike most around Thebes, which means that the word tacked fits oddly in his mouth, and Antigone is unsure if it’ll ever settle in. Being the prince of Thebes that he is, Haemon’s more civilized than anyone she’s ever met. He can read and write, and he’s pretty proficient with his words, but he can’t cuss for the life of him and he has yet to meet the eyes of a woman without turning all red and flustered. 

It should bother Antigone, as she is his betrothed and therefore will marry him in the near future, but now all she can think about is how when she’s gone, which she will be soon, she hopes Haemon finds a lady that’ll suit his softer edges better than Antigone ever will.

“I know.” She says, because she has his riding jeans on and is lacing up her boots.

“There ain’t no king in Thebes, Haemon, and what Creon is doing is a poor impression of what it would take to be one. He doesn’t have authority over me." Antigone says.

“Do you think that matters?” Haemon asks, ears reddening as his eyes narrow. “He’s as much of a king as we have. He has men. He has loyalty. He has horses and guns.”

“I’m more than willing to die for this.”

“No Antigone, you’re more than willing to die.”

But now, everyone, including Ismene, knows about Oedipus and his mother-wife, and Ismene wishes for nothing more than to rip the semblance of the Labdacus line off her face and for someone to love her again.

Antigone doesn’t want to say it, but she knows Ismene will have a hard time trying to achieve both those goals, she’s trying alright, she sweetalks just about every tender-footed newcomer and lies about the stories she tells. She bats her pretty eyelashes and prays to the gods that one day everyone will forget about her lineage.

Antigone knows that Ismene would discard her for less than that.

It doesn’t matter to Antigone, because Ismene is her sister.

also if youve read this far, tell me about your wip!!!! im literally so interested in being friends with other writers, so lets chat! :)

[santoschristos]

"TO THE SERVICE OF LIGHT"

(Article by Alfredo Di Prinzio)

Third and last part

"Some Stellar Beings Incarnate in this one"

Plano have come with the Service Mission. They have "woken up" following various Schools of Thought, Traditional Orders, etc...

In this and other past lives. For this reason many do it as a profession and very few for Service...

There are also people who have created Sects, Masonic Orients, Lodges, Churches of all kinds; these individuals are created spiritual guides and there are for all tastes, for all people, old, young and children, are thousands and thousands, famous and less famous, and all are believed to have the Truths in the pockets. TRICKED AND HAPPY ! The nicest thing these people pay, give the Tithe, and believe that so they reserve a place in Paradise; high for all Eternity..!

Gentlemen, Let's Be Serious!

No one represents God, There are no special recommendations nor much less, Ministers of God, we are all in the same boat and we are all Captains, but we do not know it.

Ya, for a long time they are proliferating Curators and Healers of all kinds, give him an Orientale Title, pay to own a Diploma and fill with Ego, believing that they really are to the Service, but these people have not healed anyone and they have removed an evil on the head, he did the same using his faith. Jesus affirmed it by saying:

YOUR FAITH HAS SAVED YOU!

Think for a moment that True Love Fades Away, when it comes to money,

and it's only Speculation. Only unconditional Love Heals and Saves, it is priceless, it is not bought or sold, because it is the Beauty that radiates from the Hearts of Beings to the Service of Light.

There is no more Time, and this is meaningless, at any moment it can rush everything,. and thus initiate the Great Mutation of Species, particularly Man. It would be convenient for this Event to find you calm and serene, present to yourselves, without reservations of fear or fear.

Listen to your Hearts, enough with the talks and chatter, only your Light will allow you to find the Harmony inside you. Unconditional Love is like the Sacred Fuel that will give you the Strength to participate in the Last "AGAPE" and the one who will be the Host will be our Representative, the One whom the Old Humanity removed. Today his return will be in the Cave of your Hearts.

Then your job is to "bring down" all the supports you have used to build your Living Temples.

Those structures are no longer necessary if you consider that the Temple is terminated. and they'll just be a useless weight.

Close your ears to the sellers of words and of Salvific Methods, of partisan Techniques, of Guided Breaths and Ecstasy, of meaningless

Mantrams and leave

speak your hearts, he will guide you in this final stage of the road. The Counts have closed and the Final Exams are about to begin.

CHEER UP MANY

THEY WILL COME TO MATURITY..!

"THE KINGDOM OF ERKS AWAITS YOU... "

( End of the Third and last. Part)

M. KUTHUMA FROM ERKS WITH LOVE AND LIGHT. .!

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YHVH Art by Alfredo Di Prinzio Immanuel, im-man'-u-el (Heb.)--God with us; God is with us. Art Edit by Mahaboka

[squidwardscranberryjuice]

Hello! Ask from your f/o;

💗: what was your first impression of me?

Omg thank you for this! 🙂‍↕️💕 Took me a sec to write both of these impressions and it turned into gushing at the end alskdjdkfk I'm sorry haha 🤭

nanamelly༘♡

Kento,

You were my savior from the moment we met.

After the initial shock wore off from the slight hysteria I was experiencing after coming across that pesky curse, I slowly pieced together that this meeting, though coincidental, would wind up being immortalized among time as one of the greatest connections fate had ever devised.

Your eyepatch did absolutely nothing to take away the abundance of tenderness and intensity in the way that you looked at me. Your forests of scars could not obscure your utter beauty that would reduce me to the silly butterflies of an elementary school crush, nor the sweet crow's feet by your eyes that would send my heart on a tizzy whenever I could have the privilege of earning a laugh from you.

Your composed air bore such a contrast to the whimsical nature of mine. The way you carried yourself didn't make me want to believe someone as extraordinary as you would ever fall in love with someone as chaotic and messy as me.

I thank the stars that the storm proved me wrong and our story unfolded over the course of that week, eventually leading us to where we are now in the mornings that I now arise like any other, and you're already in the kitchen waiting for me

The spot in our cupboard where two mugs now occupy, as eternal and everlasting as the rain that lives in the ground more than the clouds in our little sphere of forever. I'll find you and love you in every lifetime with the crest and fall of the sun. Until the grey lines our hair and we stand with the weight of forever on the horizon and the legacy of our love at our backs, boundless waves over the limitless sea that eternity can't contain as we enter it together.

shiuelly ᧔♥︎᧓

Shiu,

I went to an aquarium on a random Wednesday to seek solace from the prison of my mind I had been chained in for the past five years, not expecting I would walk (or hobble away) with a sprained ankle and the name and object of all my ruminations, my beginning and my end. My soulmate who managed to find me in this lifetime despite my belief that a spectacular love I had once had only come and gone.

That charm in your smile and playfulness in your stunning eyes, a night without any stars that made me yearn to know every single thought that brewed behind them. Your intelligence, your mind, the enriched way you spoke and the way none could be immune to your magic ability to captivate everyone around you with your presence, including me. Everything and all that you are. The beautiful soul who I fell in love with first and the flawed man behind it second.

Your dislike of black beans, your infatuation with cheese that all but sealed my fate I knew was certain even before our first date. When your voice wouldn't leave my eardrums and your name set fire to the sky above my soul that I was convinced would remain void of all light. This unconditional acceptance of me and my tattered soul with no conditions and no reservations that revealed your intense capacity to love which constantly inspires the depths of mine.

I'm so lucky that I get to be the one who holds your heart. That I get to wear this ring and carry your last name. That I get to lay my head next to yours, wake in the dead of the night to hear you breathing soundly next to me in the middle of your carefree dreaming. I look forward to growing old together and proudly wear streaks of grey in my hair next to yours. Eternity always one step behind us, futile in its approach as what we have from the dawn of time was all but inevitable the very moment I heard your name. I adore you. I adore you so much.

[softpine]

omg i love the choice of personal jesus for the griffinverse post. i can just see the frozen pines movie scene where on each beat it switches from one griffin to another until finally landing on the last one and just prolonging that intensity thruout the scene. like its so cinematic and intense and it makes me feel like i am being punched in the gut with asa each time we are faced with a new tragic version, like asa is putting himself thru the suffering that jesus put himself thru out of the same type of selfless, overwhelming love. and in the hugging slide he is literally touching his faith (gay people and their biblical, epic type levels of love go bestie go!!). and the way he disappears like jesus did when he peaces out to the sky lol (who knew the years of forced bible study would actually be useful lol). ik that the song also has a more literal meaning for sw griffin in that asa is kind of like this random mystic miracle man etc. but i love the implications for asa specifically. ig just the fact that it works for both is masterful and i love your incredible brain and how you are able to create this wonderful story in such vivid detail with such visceral emotions. hope ur having a good day brandi and happy new year!!

YESSSSSS oh my god this is EXACTLY the emotion i wanted to convey!! ;-; i so badly wish tumblr would let us add small, unobtrusive media players between pictures so you could hear what i hear in my head while i'm writing these scenes 😭 but knowing that you understood my vision so clearly made me SO happy

also i can add one more layer of symbolism in that finn (and all the griffins) have a complicated relationship with religion and sin...

his father and god are inextricably linked – they were meant to love him unconditionally, and yet finn could never hold onto that love. it was always slipping from his grasp. the only person who has ever truly loved, understood, and accepted him without reservation is asa. he is the only thing finn can believe in.

this version of griffin has never met asa, yet he knows, implicitly, that asa loves him. the feeling of unconditional, absolute love he's chased his entire life washes over him and it doesn't disappear with asa. he gets to keep it.

[exulansys]

Hello friends and gays its time for LORE NO ONE ASKED FOR :D

today in LNOAF i'll introduce my lineup for gods and different races!

Plus a "read more' for those who hate long posts. Enjoy!

Its not necessarily seen as morally incorrect (in a social sense) to follow a particular god and do things based in your faith, but it depends on what the actions are. Teachings can be heavily misinterpreted and are meant to be taken with a grain of salt.

Serene "Seen" (Life/Change)

        Seen teaches about growth, and how to cherish the life around you while treating others with grace and kindness.

Balgaroth "Bags" (Corruption/Temptation)

    Bags teaches about giving into your cravings, because you may need them, while not being tempted to fall completely into greed and consumption.

Setuna "Sets" (Control/Sanity)

       Sets teaches about how controlling yourself or others can ruin one's mind and turn your life into agony, but also that a stable balance is part of the natural world.    

Phyite "Phi" (Chaos/Creativity)

    Phi teaches about how giving into complacency can ruin you, and how letting loose is healthy for the mind and soul. 

Ethias "Eons" (Order/Sacrifice)

​​​​​​​        Eons teaches about how organization can benefit those who give in completely to ideals of selflessness, while also recognizing that the most selfless people are those who listen to the world around them.

Eygrit "Egg" (Luck/Trial)

    Egg teaches that luck is deserved, and karma is real to those who choose to believe in it. Egg also teaches that helping others will boost said karma.

Katathias "Kias" (War/Destruction)

        Kias teaches the story of a phoenix. In order for new life to grow, what once was broken must burn to ash.

Agine "Again" (Worth/Love)

    Again teaches about how unconditional love says nothing about your worth, but about who you are as a person and the actions that got you there.

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RACES​​​​​​

Hybrids

    Half animal, half person. Often can shift into their chosen animal, but never into something without their chosen animal's features. 

Shards

    Rock people. Primarily live underground, and are made of many types of rocks and gems.

Sharks

    Semi-aquatic amphibians. Typically, they don't like technology or magic. Their skin has anti-magic properties. They divide and conquer. Ears optional.

Demons

    The Demonic Kingdom is the biggest monarchy in the plane. Horns, tails, fun skin colors, and wings. And don't forget the dark magic! 

Angels

    Snooty winged things. Love gold jewelry and showing off. Reserved from the rest of the world, and claim to be the origins of light magic. They attempt to study the teachings of Crai.

Sourcerers

    Innate or attained magic users. They have two classes, soulborn and scholars. A sourcerer can use one or more magic classes, but typically only one.

The Lost

    Originating on the Island of the Lost, these corrupted plantpeople try their best to be peaceful. Unfortunately, they're also carnivores. They follow the teachings of their god, Balgs.

Spirits

    Dead people. Typically need a host to speak through or possess, but this varies on the level of power and strength they held when they were alive.

Parasites

    A man-made monster of a race, doomed to one day conquer and destroy the universe as we know it. They populate incredibly quickly, and can populate asexually if given the right enviroment and nurturing. If they consume or kill any creature, they can take bits and pieces of the creature's soul to pick and choose to add to themselves. They are incredibly dangerous. Coined by Stapleton&Smith.

Mechanisms

    Man-made race of mechanically powered sentients. This includes, but is not limited to, Androids, Cyborgs, and AI. Most Androids are of the JA model. Coined by Stapleton-Mecha.

Goldbringers

    An extinct race of holy beings, founding the teachings of Crai. Their dusty history books tell the story of how the universe and all planes came to be. Unfortunately, the books are in a dead, near-undecipherable language.

Dragons

    A rare, near-extinct race of lizard like magic users. Incredibly powerful, reserved, and wise. Most that you'll meet on the street are only quarter, or maybe half-dragon.

Humans

     Rare, mythical creatures. Only the elderly and prophets hold their secrets....

[33-rituals]

🐎 The Trampling with Vishnu’s horse 🐎

Due to their grooming instruments that didn’t consider the horror of what every one else thought of a headless monarchy, and so now just about everyone has a headless monarchy because a monarch glory was not vain enough without a headless monarchy with French grooming instruments!

Humor is a segmental judgement and so the following large statement belong because segmental judgement is idealistic proposition to gain future opinions to edify my ignorance typical because a fool is one who speaks foolishness to get wise and not appear so or to edify my principles by worthy individuals concerning the matter face to face without aid of technology.

Federal reserve executive handling residential construction firms & commercial Banks & Tourism Industry.

I do believe in the coolness of ideal that is a judge jury of twelve judges judging a zip code segment guilty or innocent of the greater good at their own expense to which they are punished for failing to serve their best interest in their federal assigned zip code segment to which they are punished with femininity of beauty and integrity provided by lady sheriff in change of that zip code segment to fulfill the orders of the blackness of a desperate city segment that can’t die as whore on the street like charity thought her self until cast in prison for her rebel charity that did not love her self, but a zip code segment that gave too much to the city is given a punishing reward least the ugly masculine chauvinist cries rape with shiva tears blowing up the rest of the city made ugly by the vigilante injustice against thy city self, because the piety of pity is out of control and needs judges to give balance to the way of a city, because cool judgement is about rewarding sacrifices for the greater good least sacrifices make ugly the rest of the city saying that is fair.

Cod proverbs

Eye for eye makes a man blind so can’t make a complaint of the stumbling block thrown before him because two witness and a blind guy is a cruelty against disabled people who can’t be witness to his injury visible because a judge will see a false prophet, and cry shiva tears in his hidden chambers saying their aren’t any prophets anymore!

Cod proverbs

One can not be a prophetic blind victim because one who warn himself knew and cried victim knowing a worse fate would occur, because a man with his balls in a vice cries wrong and a judge beholding what is unconstitutional cast him in a cage and the sheriff won’t let any prisoners have a unconditional vice in a cage of safety from the wrong of the constitutional law because no man will have the law saying his balls belong in a vice for none medical reasons because only doctor evil could do such evil having insurance to practice what is seemingly unconstitutional.

Cod proverbs

Division of Language translation & translation handicaps can’t harm the translator despite the delay in translation because the tower of babylean is division that justice allows imbalances of the greater good within jurisdiction of Language hence Cod Divisions aren’t matters of intentionally divide and conquer with the justification of competition with the minimization expertise to specialization by proof of feudal domination by corporations of lordships and outside Monarchies and French patented headless Monarchies defined as WWF pro wrestling democracies.

Cod proverbs

A larger population suffering injustice from other smaller populations might delay justice until the smaller populations are large enough to reserve the rod of correction in survivable because honoring thy ancestors is revealed before judges that save the honorable casting them prison for serving falling to serve their best interest in healthy survivable order as fate would otherwise slay them for serving the greater good of honoring ancestors as justice for ruin for ruin is double ruin without judges who hold them guilty by association with the judges placing them in cages where they are not allowed to honor their ancestors in a way unconstitutional to health and safety.

Conclusions of Federal reserve executive handling residential construction firms & commercial Banks & Tourism Industry having judicial Wild West powers.

No good deed goes unrewarded and how much more the greater good, yet biological obligation and generational injustice is not same notion as judging federal zip code sections by 12 judges acting as jury in judges jury duty in the judges guild to determine guilty or innocent federal city code segments of honoring the greater good of the city outside the best interest of that zip code sections because a judge might blame oneself for a tiny jurisdiction that is wrong for him.

Obvious can do deeds

A city can write a city ordinance on behalf of a tiny community neighborhoods yet federal reserve Judgements can have scope of city’ county, state provincial, country, whole planet earth because the victim is rewarded judicial consisting a activation of zip code in sectional area neighborhoods.

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[your-wildest-dreamer]

It’s funny how I wasn’t dominate in life yet, all I’d ever done was raise myself. It’s just funny how she didn’t see just how much relaxation she allowed me. For the first time in 20 years I’d discovered true peace. Literal peace joy and happiness. I’m sorry I regressed to being a child for a bit but my prayers had been answered. My dreams. I’d finally known something other than suffering and abuse. I’d finally experienced love! Not just read about it or watched it and dreamt of it. I experienced affection and unconditional love, I started to heal and see the femininity I possessed and how powerful it was. I started to finally see the parts of me I never could see before, I saw my light. Not my darkness but who I was fr, for the first time. All I wanted was to know what it was like to be a kid and she gave me that. And I took advantage of it too long for her liking but timing will forever run and you can never quite catch it. I just wish I still had her as a friend. I’m totally okay without her as a lover but she was the bestest friend I had in my whole life. I’d never met someone so real like me, so in tune and wanting to grow and be their best self. Wanting to give back to everyone around them. We were harmony. She brought color to my dark world. She brought expression to my rigid, secluded and reserved world. She brought fantasy to my reality. It was the kind of opposites that needed each other to grow. She quite literally was the South Pole to my North Pole and in the same synchronicity, I was the South Pole to her North Pole. Maybe I did sound crazy in psychosis but what’s funny is- I remember everything. How crazy could I be if it still rings true? Not anymore but in all the ways, I was right, she was destined to be in my life and I in hers. I just kind of found the unofficial evidence of it and no one could quite understand me because well… I don’t always understand myself but I do know what I’m saying and feel what I’m saying is right- I just don’t have all the words and terminology. Sometimes I wonder if she’s still chasing her dreams and if one day, we may cross paths for business. I saw her for more than just a romance- I saw her for all of her potential and flaws, even if we didn’t want each other romantically… I knew I’d always want her in my life and if not, I’d still always want her safe and with someone that makes her dreams happen. America needs her dreams and vision. America needs her goals to come to life and more important- so do I. Part of her dream coincided with my nightmare of a life. She would’ve help solve many of the problems that caused my miracle of existence to suffer so much. Two girls that shared a similar dream. I hope if she thinks of me it’s not the worse parts of me. I hope she’s able to still hold space for me positively the way I choose to do so for her and I really hope- she makes the dreams I can’t reach come true via the resources life has blessed her with. I never knew you could live vicariously through someone and even when she said it, I couldn’t understand quite what it meant. Now I find myself understanding all too well. I miss the people that I had back from 2018-2020 and I wish those years never ended. Besides the other bullshit- there was always something but man. Those were still some of my greatest years. Even tho I’ve been blessed and saw so much since then, luxuriously and non luxuriously and still, I won’t forget that feeling. The feeling of connection and just being the better versions of yourself before more trauma was added. I’m still me and I’m still a better me but, I can proudly say I’m ashamed at who I became because I never have been the person that I did become and worse, I said I never would become that person if I could help it. I let myself down, I could help it. I just chose to give more love to another than myself and I failed myself and those that taught me true love and loyalty. Loving someone is letting them go and them coming back is love also. Sometimes it’s manipulation and harm but sometimes, it’s just the right thing to do.

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

I think the magic of the sauna scene (other than the obvious Thirst and Tension) is that it perfectly encapsulates the problems of their relationship—Patrick says too much, Art says too little, they both misunderstand each other and are hurt because as well as they know each other, this *thing* between them has always been a blind spot. Patrick is so open and loud with everything he does, and Art can usually tell when it’s sincere or performance, but not when it’s This. Art is so withdrawn and reserved with his feelings, and Patrick can usually see through the icy hardness to the softness it’s protecting, but not when it’s This. It takes a real external conflict, another person showing them each other’s real selves, for them to break out of their misperceptions.

I really don’t believe it’s a matter of unrequited love on Art’s side—but the problem is that Art is so afraid to be open about anything in himself that he would consider “not perfect”, meaning any hint of same-sex attraction, he buries it until New Rochelle. It’s so fitting that he’s apparently Ice—although those titles shift and blur sometimes—because his emotions are an iceberg, the visible only a tiny fraction of what lies beneath.

Then there’s Patrick, who is so, so loud and confident (at least externally) but when it comes to Art, the one person he had when he was a kid and had no one else, he’s cautious. I think Art’s the one area of his life where he’s exercised some restraint, some tact, where he’s been responsible. I’m like 99% sure the coaches assigned to him to be Art’s doubles partner initially because 1.) no one else could put up with him and 2.) with Art it’s an actual game, it’s fun, so he tries harder and gets creative. So the fear of risk is higher, because in a lot of key ways, Tashi is just like him and so he knows her, feels confident in his interactions with her and isn’t thrown by her reactions. Loving her means never having to say he’s sorry because he knows she won’t tolerate it, it’s all chaos and challenge, while loving Art is protecting that softness underneath while trying to thaw the icy exterior and convince him it’s all okay.

And to be frank, I think Patrick works out for the first time in New Rochelle that Art felt betrayed by him first, that that is where the anger really stems from—because the younger Art let himself be soft towards and trusting of Patrick, his constant, and then Patrick humiliated him and chose Tashi “over” him, without realizing that this was how Art would perceive it. Art’s feelings towards Patrick after the Junior Open are forever colored by that sense of mistrust and wariness, because in his mind Patrick is willing to dispose of him and then pick him up whenever he wants, so he can’t have really missed him or loved him, after all, right? Right. And in New Rochelle, in the start of those fifteen seconds where they reach that perfect understanding for the first time in decades, Patrick finally sees him and gets it (via a shot that almost takes his head off), why Art has stayed angry all these years, why Art kicked him out to begin with, why Art is at the end of his rope. And in his reaction Art finally, finally sees Patrick’s feelings for him, his genuine regret and unconditional love, and he finally believes it again. And that’s what allows this wary hypervigilant man to leap over a net—the restoration of belief that Patrick will catch him.

WHEN WILL THIS FILM BE DONE WITH MEEEE (Answer? Never. Because I am essentially Art Donaldson through and through and I hate it. Where are my Patrick and Tashi.)

God Patrick is just so in love with Art like through it all, even after the sauna scene, that when Tashi asks him to lose - the first thing he says is I can't believe you'd do this to him. He doesn't talk about not wanting to lose or how he doesn't want to let art win. Just how could you do that to Art. Someone give Patrick the yearner of the decade award

[celestiliall]

Everything She Was All Too Familiar With.

Summary: Sneaking out of the mansion she had been imprisoned in since birth, Wisteria gathered the courage to walk into the woods in order to reach that destinated place she and him had always used to rendezvous with eachother. There, she encountered the man who she regarded as her 'lover', who approached her with a hint of longness behind those deadly but soft looking eyes—reserved only for her.

Note: I made this specially for Valentine's day, even though it's already two days late, lmao.

Her steps were slow but deliberate, as she walked through the rustling leaves with graceful security, making sure that her departure was left unnoticed by the guards.

Hands clenched to her chest, the lavender-haired woman looked around, inspecting her surroundings—making sure that nobody was following her.

Assuming that she was safe, the woman continued her walk. The more her footsteps echoed throughout the woods, the more the green leaves had faded from sight, replacing its vibrant color to a purpler tone.

Only when she made it to her destination, did the woman ceased her walk—pausing to admire the sight that was displayed in front of her.

From the corner of the place, there was a type of flower that she was all too familiar with—

Wisteria.

Its vibrant color matching that of her hair color, blooming with the most beautiful purple flowers—growing and flourishing so many blossoms, that its trunks and vines became weighed down.

Wisteria had many symbolizations based on the countries it grew in, but mostly referred to as the symbol of love and romance.

Based on the description, it could be said that a place where Wisterias grew would be a sight to behold, also can be used as a place where lovers would love to be in, as they basked in eachother's presence through their unconditional love.

It's what he showed her, when the man wanted nothing more than to take the woman to learn more about the outside world, instead of letting herself to isolate in the mansion any further, untouched by a hint of humanity due to her mental problems.

Other than that, there was one particular reason on why he specifically showed the place where Wisterias bloomed the most, when he took her outside.

It had something to do with her name— Which was, coincidentally, also Wisteria.

Born with a mental disorder since birth, Wisteria had been isolated from knowing the outside world, her face devoid of emotions due to her powers being one of the cause. Guards would standby near her room, often looking out for her whether it's from a far or close distance.

If she wished to go outside to feel a breath of fresh air, she would only be allowed to indulge herself in the Mansion's Garden. Other than that, it was strictly forbidden for her to step foot outside than necessary—her family not wanting her to get hurt, or worse, cause unwanted attractions from outsiders.

So, Wisteria's life had been nothing but lonely, despite the woman never thinking about that said loneliness, due to not understanding the concept clearly.

Until she met him, that is.

Staring at the familiar sight in front of her, her eyes widened, though only a fraction—before they softened.

No matter how many times she had come to this place, a feeling of admiration would always surged in her heart, her lips parted slightly to take in the surroundings.

Looking around once more, she made sure that there weren't any figures who were hiding behind the trees in order to bring her back to the mansion. Eyes moving downwards, she saw the familiar Aster flowers, its color a soft gentle hue, as if inviting her to step onto the field.

Without hesitation, Wisteria took a few steps toward the field, her feet slowly stepping onto the lush grass, each steps meant to bring her closer to her motive of coming here.

Once she was standing in the middle, she stopped to look around once again—not to look out for any potential dangers anymore, but rather, someone. Someone who had been tasked with ensuring her safety, someone who had always been there for her, even though she convinced herself that she didn't need it sometimes.

The man who showed her this breathtaking place. The man who had been nothing but gentle to her, taking care of her heart with utmost respect and devotion, making Wisteria to wonder what did she do to be able to experience this form of love from him, exactly.

Nonetheless, as time passed by—she became used to his little gestures toward her, wanting to try and understand each and every little thing he does for her in order to capture the love he presented for her clearly.

Behind her, there were faint footsteps rustling in the leaves, each steps not meant to threatened her, but rather—to ensure and let her know that someone had come for her, to meet her at this destinated place.

The type of steps she was familiar with—just like how she was all too familiar with the flower field she was standing in.

His footsteps.

Turning her head around to confirm who it was, her lips parted slightly at the individual, before she turned her body around, facing the direction of the man.

Shīyè.

Shīyè, seeing Wisteria—the woman he was instructed to protect, to ensure her safety—the woman he loved, was standing in the place they agreed on. His gaze softened at the individual.

"My lady," He called in a murmur, tone as gentle as it could be—meant to be reserved only for the lovely woman to hear, to experience, as if he feared that were he used a stern approach; he would accidentally hurt the fragile woman, as if she's a gentle dove.

Moving his right foot then the other, the silvery–white haired man took a few couple steps forward meant to get close to the woman—to feel her presence. "I am relieved that you got here safely." He admitted, head tilting down to look into her unique colored eyes, just the same as she looked into his.

Her heart thumped almost loudly, hands clenched to her chest upon seeing the man standing in front of her. She didn't know how to reply to his greeting, lips pressed in a thin line at the close proximity—were he to approach her further.

Everytime he was with her, she would always feel an unusual feeling creeping up in her chest—unable to confirm what it was, exactly. But, it made her feel warm.

However, it also made her feel frightened—the concept of this feeling she's experiencing being foreign to the fragile woman.

Nonetheless, Shīyè, knowing that Wisteria lacked the understanding toward his concept of love, chose to make her understand, teaching her the ways slowly through affectionate gestures and honeyed words—devoid of any malevolent intent, instead, it was to serve as a single purpose; to make her know that she was loved.

Using his right hand, he reached out to take her hand in his, slowly moving it up toward his lips. There, he gave her knuckles a slow but meaningful kiss—using his time to take in her hand nicely, as his eyes fluttered close.

Time seemed to run by slowly between the two, as Shīyè proceeded to turn her hand around in order for him to kiss her fingers delicately, appreciating each of them—just like how he appreciated her every being.

Witnessing this, Wisteria's eyes widened slightly. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she remained calm, standing in one place—letting the man to continue taking his time of appreciating her.

This was also one of the things she was familiar with.

Everytime they would rendezvous with eachother, he would always make sure to give her a little present—a token of appreciation, through his affectionate gestures. A sign that he had longed for them to meet once again, in this destinated place, making sure to display his gratitude for this meeting a clear meaning for the woman to understand.

As he finished kissing her fingers, making sure that there wasn't a single finger that was left untouched by his lips, Shīyè took ahold of her wrist, thumb pressing her palm in a gentle manner—before turning her hand around again to give his last kiss toward her palm.

By this point, Wisteria's chest had been thumping loudly. His slow touches had been giving her faint electrical shots toward her hand, each and everything reserved only for the fragile woman to feel, and to understand its every meaning.

Smiling, Shīyè eventually retracted from her hand, resting her palm against the side of his cheek, as he smiled tenderly at the astounded woman with a hint of fondness in his eyes—one that Wisteria couldn't help but feel warm just by looking at them.

"...I am also glad that you are here with me once again, my lady." He confessed, tone in a hushed whisper. "As we will spend our time here once more, in this breathtaking place, undisturbed by anyone."

[homoepathic-pet-medicine]

Celebrating Four-Legged Family Members: Touching Dog Quotes

Introduction

Dogs have held a special place in our hearts for centuries, earning the title of "man's best friend." Their loyalty, unconditional love, and boundless affection make them an integral part of countless households worldwide. To honor these beloved four-legged companions, we turn to the power of words – dog quotes in english that beautifully capture the essence of the human-canine bond. In this article, we explore touching dog quotes that remind us of the indelible mark dogs leave on our lives.

"The world would be a nicer place if everyone had the ability to love as unconditionally as a dog." – M.K. Clinton

M.K. Clinton's words remind us of the unparalleled love dogs offer. Their ability to love us wholeheartedly, regardless of our flaws or circumstances, is a testament to their unwavering loyalty. In a world often filled with complexity and conditions, a dog's love remains pure and unchanging.

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"Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them and filling an emptiness we didn't even know we had." – Thom Jones

This poignant quote by Thom Jones highlights the serendipitous way dogs come into our lives. Often, they arrive just when we need them most, offering companionship and solace during our most challenging moments. Their presence can heal wounds we didn't even realize were there.

"A dog is the only thing on Earth that loves you more than he loves himself." – Josh Billings

Josh Billings encapsulates the selflessness of dogs in this beautiful quote. Dogs willingly put their own needs aside to bring joy and comfort to their human companions. Their love is truly unconditional, putting our well-being above their own.

"The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too." – Samuel Butler

Samuel Butler's humorous quote reflects the unique bond we share with our dogs. They embrace our silliness and playfulness, offering a judgment-free zone where we can be ourselves without reservation. Dogs encourage us to let loose and enjoy the simple joys of life.

"The better I get to know men, the more I find myself loving dogs." – Charles de Gaulle

Charles de Gaulle's quote touches on the idea that dogs provide a kind of love and companionship that can be hard to find in the human world. Dogs offer a refuge from the complexities of human relationships and remind us of the purity of their own hearts.

"Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen." – Orhan Pamuk

Orhan Pamuk's quote highlights the subtle yet profound communication between dogs and their human companions. While they may not use words, dogs have their own language of love – through their expressions, gestures, and actions. To truly understand a dog, one must listen with the heart.

"Happiness is a warm puppy." – Charles M. Schulz

Charles M. Schulz, the creator of the beloved Peanuts comic strip, beautifully captures the joy that a dog can bring into our lives. The mere presence of a playful, affectionate pup can lift our spirits and fill our hearts with happiness.

"Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole." – Roger Caras

This quote by Roger Caras reminds us that while dogs may not be our entire world, they enhance and enrich every aspect of it. They bring completeness to our lives, offering companionship, love, and a sense of purpose.

"My sunshine doesn't come from the skies; it comes from the love in my dog's eyes." – Unknown

This anonymous quote beautifully captures the radiant warmth that emanates from a dog's love. Their unwavering gaze, filled with affection and devotion, can brighten even the darkest of days.

Conclusion

In a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, our four-legged companions provide a sense of stability, joy, and unwavering love. These touching dog quotes in english remind us of the profound impact dogs have on our lives. They teach us about love, loyalty, and the simple pleasures of living in the moment. As we celebrate our canine family members, let us cherish their presence and the invaluable life lessons they impart, one wagging tail and wet nose at a time.

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[mediclzen]

Once upon a time, Nehan all he knew was survival. Connections were transactional, his mind, his eyes, his knowledge; all were worth in exchange of a service and no person was of trust to hold on their end of the bargain. Friendships had fineprints, leadership had its sacrifices. To paint his path towards a revenge was Nehan’s very essence once Seofon had planted the seeds a long time ago, where he finally, finally could bring himself salvation, a taste of what enduring for so long, ever since a child stolen by the very mafia he was the head of finally could have that glimmer of hope, justice, anything.

Once upon a time, he learned kindness, in the form of a lone draph that saw him like a parent. This bond sincere, filling a void he had long since forgotten.

Once upon a time, Nehan betrayed the only one that mattered, in a gamble to set him free, to let that boy have a ticket to the skies and a family that he deserved and not the sorry excuse of a man that he is, even when Mugen many times had said his wish to see it along the Erune.

Seox…. Xing. The one that once was the monster in his dreams, dark bloodstained eyes that glow like scarlet moons with dripping claws, the wobbly and shy man that would fold at the smallest glare he’d shot the other once he had awoken of that long and dark abyss his own mind had made his deathbed to only to rise back from near death… and once more forced to exist as a person, unable to peel off those bonds that wanted to be in his life no matter how much he tried.

Once upon a time, he did not believe himself worthy of anything but something worse than loneliness or even death, anything…. but life denies him that. Burns him with people that love too much and render his past definitions of family as something unconditional, a wish to just be there with the man, to talk or simply enjoy his presence when he had nothing, in his eye, to offer. That there was nothing to give back if he wanted to, that he just could rely on other without forcing himself to give something back. It melted each thick wall, each thorny icicle, pruned delicately each spike that had grown in his heart… Even in the present curt and logical. The captain often denied their nonsense that they reserved to anyone their life has connected with and spared not even the most serious person from their folly; to also Xing’s extended presence, to persistence, stubbornness.

Nehan was already in the way to the arms of sleep, slowly letting that haze get at him but attention still clear as water. There’s genuine surprise, lips parted after that peck that the other had placed as a little ask for lips to meet - but still taken back. For once surprised at the other’s words.

“ … “

Once upon a time, a lone boy in a clamorous hamlet full of life wondered, wished, to a small rare clover of four leaves… would he ever be that loved? Like those kids? That his own parents could be proud and enjoy him? The way his own sister often worried deeply for him despise his shortcomings?

The wish is right before his eye, the good one and the covered one. His breath for once stolen, for once the one at loss of words.

Does Xing even know what he’s saying? Probably yes, when sleep and exhaustion weights on anyone, sometimes this also tore off anyone’s filter of their heart, it was true with Nehan at his worst, and terribly true with the sixth of the eternals who would Speak without twisting his tongue at the dead of the night and only the warm lamp light caressing their features.

“ That sounds… Something for a long time from now on. “ It’s most of what he can let out, his own gaze lowering for a beat before licking his lips, dull flutter in his chest warming his entire being in a way he’s unused to, too close, an almost impossible wish… but has Xing always proven the impossible to be possible? How many near death experiences would he have before it finally isn’t a wish but something he can easily accept?

“ It could be… shall one day the shackles that binds me here finally be taken, and your own ones no need to fight for peace. “ Nehan adds, shaky in breath, quiet like a shy, whisper. For once… looking thousand years younger, more like his actual age, a young, lost adult that just now has begun to actually know what he wants in life. “ If such thing were to happen, then… I’d like to- “

“ I’d… Love to see the world, what you’ve seen. Where you’ve traveled… No pauses in between, just us. “ And Mugen, if the gentle Draph ever wanted to. It always will have him too, because he’d never let that boy alone, not anymore. Not when he’s been given so many opportunities even if at first unwilling to see it as such.

It seals once the uncertain Erune pushes himself forth, needing the kiss both to calm his soul and ravaged body, gather himself, let the closeness bring back his pieces the way the other always offer to put them back again and again, thing fingers ghosting behind the other’s nape, pushing in so lips meet deeply in a slow, wondering but also seeking dance. Answers to his plight, reassurances that he truly, truly means this. And appease this thin fear at the bottom of his soul that knows it wont happen until a long time pass. Will he persevere then? to wait this much for a soul that’s bound for decades or even his lifetime? Will they both ever be free from their respective contracts? All is poured in that kiss, dulled fangs scrapping ever so gently while chests press against one another.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍were it any other time, Seox may have felt flustered at the comment about Feower's judgements. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍yes... those familiar stares. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍where the younger Eternal stares through them, clearly wanting them to get a room and stay there.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍he catches those stares, sometimes. often, he tries to duck out of them, or to direct them to a more private place. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he and Feower may be on even grounds now, but while the latter may be more docile, the temperament of a small, angry dog still hides behind that calm smile of his.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he digresses. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍mostly... because he feels Nehan move into a position that brings his voice closer to his ears, and the sound alone could melt him. ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍... but then come the words, which brings something to consider.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍not a way to defend himself. no... that bridge has long been crossed, and it was no longer needed when they shared their beds and what nights they were allowed sleeping side by side within them.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍maybe at an earlier time, he would apologize for all of the trouble it was. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍now, he is shameless. he cannot apologize for anything that has led to the way the other wolf's forehead presses against his own now.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍his mistakes... his follies... the embarrassments he's made of himself, and the proof that he can be more than what their clan made him to be in contrast... ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍the only things he could apologize for, the only things he could regret, were the sins that destroyed all that once was and the trail of tragedies that followed until their meeting.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍the mistakes, the amends made, the fumbling... he'd not take it back. even if he looked like quite a fool for some good months.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍... ah, what an ironic twist to this story. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍how much more ironic it gets day by day.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍shut eyes reopen, and there's a quiet humor he finds between the words brewing just behind his lips and that aforementioned irony — ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍however, there is little to stop him now.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍especially when Nehan is so close to him. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍a distance where Seox would give him anything he wanted if he just asked.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍a hand lifts up, cradling the back of his neck as his body demands for him to lean in for just one kiss — and of course, the weak man that Seox is, he gives in to it. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍a prolonged peck to his cheek sates the need.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` One day... ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍the murmurs come as he rests his weary head again;

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` I'd like to wake to a day... ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍When you are the first thing I see when I wake, and ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍the last thing I see before I sleep. ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍Specifically... I'd like to wake to a day where the pauses ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍between when I can have those very things ceases. ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍his eyes shut again. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍... maybe he's more tired than he initially thought. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍such a shame.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` A life beside you, without pauses. `` ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

[emomanswhore]

I feel like... if you call ghost daddy in bed he'll go crazy

ghost with a daddy kink ? oh yeah… he definitely eats it up, when his prettiest princess calls him daddy in bed. <33

—❤︎︎ — DADDY’S HOME . . . ❞

SIMON GHOST RILEY X FEM!READER

✵. !! WC : 3.7k

✵. !! TAGS & CW : explicit content! (18+ mdni) - service/softdom!ghost (he’s a lil bit mean), cunnilingus, daddy kink, size kink/difference, praise/petname usage, subtle spit kink, squirting, thigh slapping, overstimulation, dumbification, pussydrunk!ghost (hes in LOVE with your pussy), orgasm denial, fingering, the mask stays ON.

✵. !! A/N : hihi babies ! just a lil treat for y’all and thank you for 700+ follows and all the love you’ve given for simon says ♡!! hope you enjoy this mini fic, lmk how we feeling about it !! <33 ps… i folded. im sat. i actually wanna call this man daddy so bad. 🧎‍♀️

In your mind, there was one word— one forsaken word that you refused to utter. A word that only the most sexually deprived would use.

A person with their morals in check, should never attempt to sexualize something that is meant as an innocent title and name. Usually reserved for an actual father, or someone fulfilling the role of a male caregiver.

Right.

A person with their morals in check.

Right. You totally weren’t projecting… and deeply shaming your own innermost yearning, to desperately call your boyfriend ‘daddy’ while he fucked you.

It definitely wasn’t a thing you could say you were proud to admit outloud. Nope, you would quite frankly rather be caught dead than have your questionable cravings exposed to the world.

But every single day, you swore to god that your boyfriend tried to purposely provoke you into using the absolutely forbidden word.

Simon always took care of you. Whether that’d be making sure you got to work safely, cooking you meals on days that you were too tired to be bothered, or even texting you throughout the day to make sure you were resting properly.

You know. You know that’s probably the absolute bare minimum, and what a boyfriend is supposed to do for you in a serious relationship. But you just couldn’t help that ache and flutter you got in your heart, that made you so weak for him.

He worked so hard every single day, busy and moving nonstop on less than four hours of full rest. Even when he had his most stressful and agonizingly long days at work, he still tried to reach out to you. It could be a single worded text message or a phone call that only lasted for five minutes.

No matter what or without question, Simon will do his absolute best to tend to you. It was truly unconditional love, devotion, and his unspoken rule to give you whatever you most desired.

And you feel sick— sick in the head for letting your insatiable lust take over your sense of morality. Putting his mostly wholesome catering ways, in the same category as what you needed to relieve that scorching, sore pounding in your core.

That was alright though, you could live off your little fantasies and scenarios you created in your mind. Always making yourself dizzy and soft headed, imagining a world where he would make love to you and refer to himself as ‘daddy’.

It would suit him so well. Your hulk of a man, who had to put a slight bend in his knees whenever he came through the doors of your home. His mellow, husky voice always gently rasping to you— almost never, ever raising it higher than an octave at you. The way he could spoil you absolutely rotten, only ever calling you by his own little terms of endearment.

Always putting you first when he fucked you. Even in times when it got rough or you two were experimenting with things on the more intense side, you always came first. Literally and physically, since Simon couldn't properly get off himself, without knowing you were completely satisfied.

Your aftercare would consist of cuddling, he’d coo the sweetest of praises as he handled your sore limbs.

“My sweet girl, look at how pretty she is. Did such a good job today, angel. I know baby, I'll take good care of you now. Such a pretty girl, aren't you?”

It’s perfectly fine.

You could keep all those things about him to yourself. Just let your brain work its magic, to create fantasies and fill the deep void of your scorching carnality. You always subconsciously needed that one little thing to make yourself come even harder. But you were a good, grateful girl for him and always let Simon know how well he treated your body.

It’s perfectly fine. You don’t need a daddy kink in your life, to make yourself feel better. You were so much better than that, and you’d never let Simon get the idea that you were some ill, perverted deviant.

It was all fine.

Until today, when he finally pulls the most forbidden word out your mouth— and satiates the bubbling, hot desire that has a heavy chokehold on your heart and soul.

You don’t know how things escalated so fast.

One minute, you get his text that he’s on his way home and he’ll see you soon.

Out of pure joy and excitement to finally see him again after three weeks, you start to get yourself ready for the evening by taking an extra long shower. Making sure you’ve lathered and exfoliated every inch of your body in vanilla scented body polish, with a hint of brown sugar and cocoa butter. It was always Simon’s favorite scent on you, and he’d seemed more clingy than usual whenever your sweet aroma hit his nose.

The next hour, you throw on a simple, yet cheeky little lingerie set.

A delicate floral embroidered baby blue bra, with its matching mini stringed thong panty. You couldn’t help but fall in love with it at first sight. The design is a lovely work of art, the milky color enhancing the glow of your soft skin— yet it’s so scandalous on your body.

You did purposely get a smaller size, but on top of that it was made of see through mesh material. Not a single doubt in your mind that if he looked close enough, Simon could make out the shape of your nipples through the bra. And between your legs? The outline of your folds were perfectly clear and transparent against the light color of your panties.

After spending another minute admiring yourself in the bathroom mirror and taking a few selfies of your enticing form, you slip on a fluffy cream colored robe and head to the kitchen. You wanted to get something in your stomach before Simon came home, so you decided to lightly snack on a slice of pomegranate fruit.

You don’t even make it to the fridge before you hear the sharp clicking of keys turning a door knob, and feel the cold gust of wind that comes with the front door being swung open.

A gasp and squeal flies out your mouth as you bounce up and down on your toes, the actual sight of your boyfriend trudging in through the doorway makes your heart swell and pound in your chest.

“Baby!” You practically skip on your feet towards him, unable to hide your excitement of his abrupt appearance, as he starts taking quick strides to meet you halfway.

You think with how fast Simon approaches towards you, and him not even bothering to take off his shoes at the front door, he must’ve been just as excited to see you.

When you two finally meet each other in the middle of the hallway, you give him a big, dazzling smile as you go to lean in to hug him.

Before you can get your arms around him, he places a large hand on the small of your back and pulls you in close to his chest. You gape up at him, your smile slowly melting down to a look of pure confusion. Knees already feeling wobbly at his close proximity, and the way he has to tilt his head down to look you in the eyes.

Your breath hitches in your throat, when he slowly drags his open palm up along the cotton material of your robe. Even through its thickness, you can feel the heat radiating off his hand that follows along the curve of your back. Sending tingles down your spine, when his hand eventually makes its way up to the soft nape of your neck.

You both stare at each other. Your eyes become hazy and unfocused, while his dark ones scan over your perfect little form. You hear him pull in a deep breath of air through his nose. Holding it in his chest for five seconds before letting it back out, while he drags his eyes up back onto yours.

“Been thinkin’ about you all day long, y’know that?” He mutters these words, yet somehow they’re loud enough to ring and echo in your eardrums. You pull your lips in your mouth, feeling your core thump in tune with the pitter patter of your heartbeat.

You practically whimper out loud, as he continues onto his sentence,

“ ‘S about time I came home. Think it’s only right to show my princess how much I really missed her, wouldn’t you agree, pretty baby ?”

That was the only warning you were given… for what your boyfriend truly had planned for you, once he finally got his hands on you. Everything after that moment, truly did escalate as if time were being fasted forward.

You knew he missed you. Without him vocally telling you how much he thought of you, his actions spoke much louder than his words.

He was so sloppy.

From the way he practically rips your robe off your trembling body, to pushing you down onto your shared mattress and diving face first into the warm heat of your clothed pussy.

He was truly like a dog in heat. Not even bothering to take his mask off completely from his head, and only lifts it enough to show you his parting lips as he comes face to face with the growing patch of wetness sticking in your panties.

“Look at my pretty lil’ lady,” he coos softly, hooking his thumb into the side of your soiled panties and pulling them to the side to expose your glistening cunt to his heavy eyes. “Missed me, haven’t you? Can’t imagine how tight ‘n upset you are, since I haven’t been givin’ you proper treatment lately.”

It always blew your mind when Simon literally talked to your pussy.

Speaking in soft murmurs and giving it the same delicate pet names that he gave you, the owner of it. As dumb as it probably sounded, you sometimes couldn’t help but feel that ugly swirl of jealousy when he practically treated it like it was an entire living and breathing person.

You don’t have time to mull over your childish feelings, letting out a squeak when he grabs both of your thighs and presses them back until your knees squish against your chest.

“Know you’re mad at me, little one” Another squeak sounds out your throat, as you feel him turn his head to the side of your thigh and he lets his teeth sink into the doughy flesh of your skin. He hums, sucking on the flesh before letting it go and pressing a soft kiss to the flaming bruise he leaves behind. “Gonna show you how much I’ve missed splittin’ you open on my tongue.”

He follows through with his words, putting his full attention back onto your pussy. Using his index and middle fingers to pry open the thick lips of your cunt, groaning when he sees your hole twitching and spasming over nothing. The scent of your nectar coating your thighs and leaking out your pussy, makes him feel even more high and drunk off your arousal.

You’re so messy already. And like the gentleman that he was, Simon always took the initiative to help clean up messes that you made.

Still keeping his fingers spread enough to keep your lips parted, he lolls his thick tongue out before swiping it on your slit. You mewl and flinch at the feeling of his warm tongue, but he grips the side of your thighs to keep you still. Simon continues licking up and down your cunt. Maintaining the same pattern of stroking his strong tongue, as if he were savoring a frozen delicacy that helplessly dripped down the side of its waffle cone.

Once he feels like he’s collected enough of your cum on his tongue, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth to let the taste of you sit heavy on his taste-buds.

Your toes curl and you let out a soft gasp, as you watch him hollow his cheeks, before he lets the sinful mixture of your cum and his spit fall right back into your twitching hole. Chuckling to himself as he watches the way his greedy girl swallows up the little treat he gave her.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, princess” This time he does actually talk to you, dragging his eyes up from your drenched pussy and onto your blearing, glossy ones.

“Always so good for me. Could eat you up every single day ‘n never get tired of it. Can’t believe I went so long without this, fuck.”

Simon starts to probe his tongue along your core, tracing the shape of it until he finally pushes inside you. Already feeling the tight caverns of your pussy ease up, and welcome the thickness of his tongue rubbing up against your gushing walls.

“S-Sim— oohhh,” You throw your head back, unable to finish your squealing when he pulls his tongue completely out of you, and decides to inflict his torture upon your little clit. First he flicks the tip of his tongue over it, then he lets his mouth completely envelop around your pearl. Pumping it a few times between his lips, before pulling off to run his tongue over the expanse of your pussy.

You weren’t going to last.

You were far too sensitive after not having him around to please you for three entire weeks. All you could do was sob and let it happen, letting out a cry before you feel a fat watery gush of cum shoot out your hole. Simon pays it absolutely no mind, only widening his mouth to catch every little drop you gifted him.

“That’s it. Such a sweetheart, you’re already spoiling me ‘n givin’ me a lil’ treat. ,” He feels the way your body starts to relax, already going into its state of after pleasure— but he isn't done. Far from done, actually. Hasn’t even been half of an hour yet, and your legs start shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Ah, Ah,” Simon tuts, slapping his palm hard on your soaked inner thigh, making you jolt and buck your hips up. “C’mon baby, couldn’t have thought I was done with you. ‘S only been a few minutes, ‘n you’re tapping out already? Thought my baby missed me, hm?”

It hasn’t only been a few minutes. Even in your dazed and dizzy mind, you knew that he’d been feasting on your pussy for well over twenty minutes. You shake your head, bottom lip wobbling as you let out a soft sob.

“I di-did miss you, baby” You sniffle wetly, feeling him trace his thick fingers along your soaking heat. Shaking your head in protest as he slips in his middle and ring fingers, humming while you babble to him. “But I can’t ta— aaahh, t-take it anymore. ‘S too much, baby. No more.”

“Too much?” He starts to flex his fingers deep inside of you, curling them in slow motions to stimulate your special gummy spot, that has you sobbing hysterically.

“You haven’t had your fill yet, sweet girl. I can feel it. Y’see this?” Simon tries to retract his fingers from your cunt, but your walls instantly clamp down on him. “You’re not lettin’ me out. My little lady down here knows exactly what she wants. So c’mon princess, lay still ‘n let me spoil this pretty pussy rotten.”

Having absolutely zero regard for your whines and sobs, he continues his previous abuse on your poor little pussy.

Seconds, minutes, hours, decades— You can't even tell how long he stays between your thighs.

Simon uses both strong hands to keep your legs steady and trap you from squirming or running away. You can take it. You will take it. He knows how much you need this, humming at every broken little sob and wanton moan that comes screeching out your throat.

Your vision starts to blur while you stare up at the spinning ceiling. Saliva pooling in your mouth and making a puddle next to your temples, as you let it run down the side of your lips.

You’re going crazy.

So high off the overstimulation of his face buried deep in your leaking pussy, that you swear…. you swear, you can feel your brain getting mushy. So mushy that if you shook your head hard enough, it could probably come spilling out through your ears.

He’s speaking into your pussy, saying words and mumbling something out loud. But you can’t hear it. All you can hear is your heartbeat pulsing in your throat, and feel the way he shakes his face side to side, while his tongue is plugged in your cunt.

Feel the way his hands grip your thighs so tight, that the blunt tip of his nails dig deep into your skin. You can already imagine the bruising and crescent little puncture marks it’ll leave on your legs.

It’s all so sloppy. Your pleas and cries for mercy, getting lost in the little squeals of ‘yes!’ and ‘simon!’ you can’t help but let out. And he eats it up, kissing your heated pelvis while burying three fingers inside of you.

“There’s my good girl, y’sound so pretty” He goes back to focusing his attention on your sore clit, giving it an open mouthed kiss before he continues speaking to you.

“Wanna hear my girl tell me who’s making her feel good. Hm? Lemme hear it. Say who it is, that can make you sing your little heart out.”

You make some unintelligible garbles, and Simon chuckles at your quivering and hiccuping. He squeezes your thighs encouragingly and smacks the side of them twice.

“Big words, baby. You’re a big girl, so tell me… who’s making you feel good right now?”

“It’s…” You swallow thickly and sniffle, slowly losing your train of thought as he suctions his lips around your swollen pearl. “It’s— ohhh, ‘mmm my goddd. It’s you…”

You start to gather some of your discombobulated brain cells to form a complete sentence. Simon’s name sits on your tongue, and you’re ready to tell him, it’s him. Simon. It’s Simon.

Until he pulls his head back with your clit between his lips— taking it with him, and letting it go with a loud pop!

It’s not Simon.

“Oooohhh g-god. It’s you! ‘Mmmy goodddd… daddy, it’s you… it’s all you, daddy.”

He pauses.

Whipping his head up to see if he really just heard what he believes you just cried out. Tapping the side of your thigh, he tries to get your attention so you can focus on his voice.

“What was that, honey? Didn’t hear you, come back to me and say it again.”

You whimper and hiccup, tears run down the side of your face and you continue whining at him.

“ ‘S you, daddy. Need you so badly, pleasseee baby. ‘M-m so close. I need it.”

Unbelievable.

He lets go of your trembling thighs. Letting the weight of his body help keep them pressed against your chest, as he crawls from up below your stomach and hovers over your face. Simon’s face is covered in your arousal. His lips glisten, and a good portion of the mask is damp and sticks to his skin.

“One more time, honey. Y’said it’s ‘daddy’ ? Hm? It’s your daddy, that’s taking good care of this pretty pussy?”

Simon’s fingers trail back down between your legs, softly shushing you as you keen at the feeling of his digits sliding back inside of you. He stares down at you, practically seeing the little stars spinning in your eyes. You weren’t in your best state of mind right now, but he’ll be damned if you tried denying that word escaping out with your cries.

“Can’t come ‘till you let me know,” You give him big, sad eyes but he shakes his head at you. “Wanna come, right? Tell. Me. Say it again, _____.”

At the use of your real, full name you quickly snap back into reality. It was like a switch, your bubbly headspace falling apart and bursting open once he rasped your name.

You did it. You really did call him daddy. It was your most taboo, and forbidden word—

But fuck it.

Today, your daddy was finally home. And you needed him to take care of you, just like he always did.

“Daddy,” you mewl out, feeling another hot sensation shooting through your spine. It was coming. You were so close. “Daddy I n-need you. ‘S you Simon, so please, pleaasee let me cum.”

His nostrils flare before he’s smacking his lips down on yours. Licking inside of your mouth, and inhaling the little moans you let out from tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Not yet, pretty little baby. Daddy hasn’t had all his fun yet.” Simon pulls away from your lips for a moment, laughing softly at the way you try to chase after his mouth for more. He uses one hand to swiftly fumble with the buckle of his belt, making quick work of pulling down his cargo pants and boxers. Laughing again when he pulls his drenched fingers out your greedy little hole, that puts up a fight to keep him deep inside your cunt.

“Must’a been treating my lil’ lady real good,” You can feel the heat of his hard, thick cock pressing onto your pelvis. Already licking your lips and grabbing onto his flexing bicep for support. “Gotta keep showing my special girls how much their daddy loves ‘em.”

He uses a free hand to guide his length to your throbbing pussy, unable to help himself from slapping the head a few times against you. His cock makes a squishy plop plop when he makes contact with your sticky folds, and teases you with a rub on your raw, swollen clit.

“Want you to remember this, once I’m done with you.”

Simon feels your nails dig into the hard meat of his bicep, bracing yourself when he finally lets the head of his cock greet your warm, welcoming insides. Already feeling the way your pussy grips around him, and makes no plans of ever letting go.

“Want you to remember what’ll happen every single time, that daddy comes home to his pretty, little princess.”

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