Praying Is Beautiful, Like I’m Really Talking To The CREATOR Of All?? And He’s LISTENING? Wow

𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵：𝘋．𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴

🝮- 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭

🝮－𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 (𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮) 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐜 𝐢𝐭’s 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬

🝮－ 𝐃𝐂 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 (𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫)

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A low sigh escaped Duke’s mouth as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. His once-youthful brown skin was starting to look dull under the harsh lights of the manor’s bathroom. He couldn’t even mask how overworked he was; dark eye bags began to settle under his brown eyes, his body ached and moaned if he even moved a second too fast, and to top it all off, it’s had been more than 8 months since his last Retwist. His Locs no longer looked how he liked them; his 4c hair was now creating a mini fro out of the frizzy coils of the new growth that had not been twisted. Living on the wealthier side of Gotham had its perks, better schooling, more opportunities, etc., but the Narrows had yet to be beaten when it came to barbers. Sadly his favorite barbershop was closed today, and there was no way in hell he was letting the white British man attempt to style his hair. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the dedicated ringtone he had for you. His hand slid over to his phone, quickly swiping the answer button to pick up the face time call.

A wide smile broke out on his face, his cute girlfriend setting all pretty under sunny lighting of the led lights in your bedroom.

“Damn nigga you look rough,” you voiced, laughing aloud.

His smile dropped at the innocent dig giving you the finger in response. . “Wow, can I get a hello before you call me ugly.”

He watched you roll your eyes before grinning up at the camera “Hello, my beautiful and wonderful boyfriend who I love so much you look like you’ve been hit by a semi-truck” you teased.

“Thank you; at least have manners when insulting me.” Duke joked, propping his phone upon the mirror so he could attempt to do something with his hair.

“Never took you for a masochist.”

You watched as he paid you no mind, still messing with his hair, trying out different updos to see what looked good.

“Duke... Babe... Duke!” you shouted out in hopes of finally catching his attention.

“Huh...”

“I’m talking to ya,” you whined

“I’m sorry, love, it’s my hair. I need to get my Locs retwisted.”

“I can retwist your hair for you if you want,” you said.

He raises his eyebrows at your answer. “Yeah? Since when do you know how to do hair?”

“Umm, who you think does my hair,” you stated, flipping your box braids over your shoulder.

Duke stared down at you, slowly putting the pieces together as to why you’re constantly complaining that your arms are sore, and he really just chalked it up to your weird sleeping positions.

“Listen, I’m all for supporting black business and shit, but you must be crazy if you think I’m paying 600 for some bra strap length box braids.”

Duke laughed along with you, remembering when you called him ranting about how you had to curse out a hairstylist who canceled on you because your hair was “too nappy” for box braids. “Yeah, I would like that.”

“Kay, I’ll be over ASAP”

“See you; love you.”

“See you here; love you too.”

You made it to the manor in record time; it always surprised you when you visited. It was so large, so much space for so few people. You knocked three times on the door.

“Oh, hello there, miss y/n. Looking for master Duke?” Alfred asked, stepping aside to allow you into the manor.

"Yes, mister pennyworths, I’m doing his hair today.” You gestured down to the pink hair care kit you had in your hands.

“That’s cute, and yes, he is. Do you need me to show you the way?”

“No, I have a good memory. Have a good day, Mister Pennyworth”

“You to Miss y/n, and I do insist on you calling me Alfred.

You gave him a tiny nod and made your way to Duke's room.

“Duke, it’s me.” You called out.

You heard movement and were soon face to face with your adorable boyfriend.

“Ready to start.”

“Let’s get down to business.” You replied.

Duke sat comfortably between your legs, letting his strong body finally relax in between the softness of your thighs. He wore one of your strawberry face, allowing whatever was in the products to bring back life into him. In all honesty, his hair wasn’t that bad. A little TLC, and it would be back to looking the way Duke likes.

“the barber shops over here don’t close on Sunday. Why not get one of them to do your hair?” You asked him as you made yourself comfortable on the bed.

“You wanna let a white man loc my hair be fucking for real I thought you loved me, y/n.”

“Shut up.” You laughed out.

He sat back letting you do your thing. the calm feeling of your nails against his scalp unwind him from the weeks-long stress of being a teen and fighting morning crime.

“How’s your mom doing... You know, since she woke up? You asked once you began to separate his hair into sections pinning what you weren’t twisting up in a ponytail.

Duke was quiet for a moment enjoying the cold feeling, locking Spray hitting his scalp.

“She’s doing as well as you can be for someone who was jokerized, ya know, but I have a feeling that it’s not gonna last very long.”

“Why?”

Duke went silent again. This was the conversation he was dreading. Being a vigilante was dangerous, but it was even more dangerous for the people with whom the superhero is connected. He was consumed with anger and vengeance when his parents were Jokerized. He would probably go apeshit if the same happened to you.

“bad things always happen to the people I care about, and I don’t want you to get hurt dating me,” Duke answered honestly; he pulled his hair away from you so he could sit face to face.

“Things, when I was a part of we, are Robins we’re different than me being Signal… I face more people with the will and the means to harm people I care about… I love you too much to see you hurt because of me. Yeah, it’s cool and all to be the only meta in Gotham but then again, I’m the only meta in Gotham. Sometimes I don’t feel qualified to do this job.” He sincerely said.

“Awwww, Dukeeeee.” You got off the bed and made yourself comfortable in his lap. You took his head into your hands

“stop thinking like that. You are mother fucking Signal, for crying out loud, you work your ass off protecting this City, and I would be a fool to feel anything but safe knowing that you are out there protecting the city. Nobody in this ghetto ass place can do the things you can do. And yeah, I’m sure it’s Lonely, but look at all the people you have by your side Black lighting, Thunder, Katana, not to mention You made Bruce remember who he was to become Batman again; you are a bad bitch who deserves every good thing whoever is up there has to offer.”

“Thank you, love.”

“You’re welcome.”

You tilted his head up, connecting your lips in a soft, sweet kiss that left Duke’s body all warm and fuzzy. You pulled away first, rubbing your nose against his letting your laughter take up space inside his room.

“Come one let me finish up here.”

He gave you a small smile taking your chin and giving you a small peck before slowing you to get up.

You handed him the minor to access your work. Duke took his time looking at the well-twisted locs you had repositioned in his head. You did an excellent job but was he gonna tell you that? Hell no.

“It’s aight he shrugged,” handing you back the mirror with a slight smirk.

“You’re so mean to me.” Your full lips tinted down into a pout giving him the saddest puppy dog eyes you could muster up.

“Nice try. That’s payback for saying I look like I got hit by a semi-truck.”

“It was only the truth.” You stated simply.

You scooted back up in his bed, making yourself comfortable under his sheets. Finding your position, you opened your arms, inviting him to lay on top of you. Doing exactly what you wanted, he breathed in the warm smell of summer on your skin. He snuggled closer into your neck. He felt your long nails trace random shapes across his back, slowly relaxing him into slumber.

“Sleepy?” Duke heard your low voice say into his ear.

He slowly opened his eyes to look back up at your face. “Yeah, I didn’t really get much sleep last night.”

“I told you that you should hang up. “You defended yourself.

“I like going to sleep with you on FaceTime.” He answered honestly.

“Simp, get some sleep, loser.”

“Kk” was all the response you got as he laid himself

“Night y/n”

“Sweet dreams, Duke.”

Why is blasphemy such a trendy thing in fanfics? I went to go look for Christian!reader fanfictions, which are very lacking, but also every scroll it was filled to the brim with religious blasphemous smut, mocking the faith of Christianity as a whole. I'm not going to say you have to believe in our God, but why sit there and mock the religion if you don't care about God? That's highly disrespectful and distasteful, it's so normalized to sit and hate/mock Christianity.

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This one is for my oily/natural dewy skin Dollmates! If that isn’t your skin type you can still share for your besties that this may help ♡

Lets Get To It!

We must start with the base level protection against oils and the UV rays! These sunscreen options are really the best in my personal opinion.

Sun screen is very important to wear period but people tend to assume you dont have to wear it underneath their make up, but YES YOU DO!! Always wear your sunscreen.

I personally wear the Black Girl Sunscreen, but of course i do 💁🏾‍♀️. Its perfect for brown to dark skin because it doesn’t leave a white ashy cast and its very moisturizing.

Apply this after you let your moisturizer has fully absorbed into your skin.

2) Onward to the primers! I Included a good financial range of primers. It is very important for your primer to be able to HOLD you. This summer heat is trying to snatch your face off like The Dark Curse from Miitopia. You gotta stay ready bestie. These are the best that my research can find while also staying in a certain dollhair price range. I personally use the Black Radiance primer and it works nicely for its price. plus its pink. However i am looking to get the NARS or Fenty primer soon for this summer. I'll keep you all updated on how it works out for me <3

FOUNDATION, FOUNDATION, FOUNDATION!

Everything underneath your foundation is working together to preserve your foundation the best way that it can. So if you layer what i have previously suggested along with your concealers and powders everything should be pulled together once you reach this step! My advice is:

Apply

Let dry

Give it one more try

Granted apply it in moderate coats so you can have something to build up! DO, NOT, CAKE IT ALL ON. You aren't Betty Crocker!

Lastly, Setting Spray!

These setting sprays are really good! I have personally used both and have even layered them together in the most hottest of times (Ben first then Kry). Listen sis *chefs kiss*. These are truly the cherry on top of any look and I cant recommend them enough.

Spray a layer after each step if you want to be SET all day. This is like if you are going to see Nicki minaj give Megan Thee Stallion a lap dance at Beyonce’s full nude birthday party while Michael Jackson sings “Kiss” by Prince, featuring Mystikal and Kelly Clarkson.

No joke, bestie. This will get you right.

Good luck, Dollmates!! Be cute, be sexy and be YOU🫶🏾🫧💓🫶🏾🫧💓🫶🏾🫧💓🫶🏾🫧💓🫶🏾🫧💓🫶🏾🫧💓

New fic alert, yeah, it's about time I show duke some love. If you want to be tagged, like/rb

Sing me to Sleep

Pssst new theme

I wanted sfw x Catholic/Christian!reader content- SO I’M MAKING IT!!!!

Not proofread so it’s kinda badly written 😭

CW: NONE!!! Just pure fluff, love, and Godly relationships 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Verses mentioned (in order): Matthew 5:8-9, Matthew 5:44-45, Matthew 11:5.

Bible Study dates with Connor Stoll!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Connor looked up at you, a confused smile but he looked happy nonetheless.

“I don’t really understand this,” he said with a soft laugh. You gave him a warm grin- it warmed your heart to know that he was willing to read the Bible with you.

“Let’s start with.. Matthew, is that okay?” You asked him. “Yea,” he muttered, searching his borrowed Bible quickly to find it. You gave a quiet laugh, taking out the book from his hands and flipping to Matthew chapter one, before handing it back to him.

You handed him a few highlighters and a pen, and began reading some verses out loud to him, asking for his input as he highlighted what he deemed fit.

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.” You grinned at the verses, muttering something about loving them as you highlighted it. Connor hummed in agreement, seeming lost in the Word. You smiled as you looked at him, heart fluttering.

“I like this-“ Connor said, showing a verse before reading it aloud, “But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who prosecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven.” You nod, “that really is pretty.”

“I think this really shows us that we are human- it’s not our place to judge. It’s our place to love.” You say, softly but loud enough to hear.

Showing Connor what you were reading, you repeated the text; “The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is proclaimed to the poor.” You gushed, smiling and highlighting as you speak.

With the sun gently setting behind you, illuminating the pages as you discussed- the world felt quiet and peaceful. A soft grin that never seemed to leave rested on your face.

Here, in this moment, with Connor; all was well.

beautiful girls are kind to all people they meet no matter what, a kind heart matches a pretty face💗

I was wondering if you we're planning on doing anymore Christian!reader fanfics? You're one of the first people I've seen actually do them, and I really enjoy them as a Christian, fanfic enjoyer, no issue if you don't make another one but if you do can it be a Percy, Grover or Luke one you can make it to your imagination🩷

Was a Full Sun, And I Knew

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!! God bless, He is risen!

I decided to write for Percy, but I plan on having a Grover one coming out soon

warnings: female!reader, you wear a dress, you and Percy are implied to be Catholic but it’s not specified so, don’t be late to mass kids.

“We’re gonna be late,” you called as you put on your earrings in the mirror. You were currently standing in you and Percy’s small apartment dining room, adjusting yourself in the mirror hung on the wall.

“No, we’re not.” He calls back, with a carefree laugh. You roll your eyes, mutter a bitter “yes, we will” under your breath. But, you can’t fight the smile as he struts out- giving a playful turn as he shows off the suit matching your dress.

He approaches, pulling you in by the waist as your hands comes around his shoulders. Percy holds you so delicately, so softly. As he presses his forehead to yours, you can almost hear the silent praises running through his mind.

“You look perfect,” he whispers to you. The words almost missed, but how could you miss them when you’re always yearning to hear him?

“You look perfect.” You whisper back. Connecting your lips in a chaste kiss, you take a step back to start walking towards the door but Percy follows, pressing quick kisses to your lips.

You push him off of you, but take his hand with a soft grin. “Now we’re definitely gonna be late.” You say, huffing as you check the time.

You two weren’t late, barely there by a minute. Sally rolled her eyes as she scooted over on the pew, allowing you and Percy to sit next to her.

As the smell of incense took over, and you felt the ghost of holy water just barely gracing your forehead- you smiled softly.

You were safe, you were happy. Surrounded by what you loved most: your Savior, your Percy, and your people.

Loving black women also means defending them.

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