#8 days after sowing

[mysticheathenn]

What Harsh Truths Do You Need To Hear Right Now?

Hi there! I hope you all enjoy it and remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to go and seek actual therapy or professional help.

Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.

Pile 1: Deep Inward Journey. You'll be rewarded for the work.

Your Question: How can you alchemize your fear?

Moonology: Embrace the Flow of Life

You're scared to do the thing. Whatever that thing may be for you whether it's writing a book, starting a YouTube channel, becoming an influencer, quitting your job whatever it is for you, you're scared to do it. You have so many ideas going on in your head but you fear on acting on them. Not just fear of acting on them but you lack confidence because you're afraid of being seen (moon card, bottom of the deck). You're afraid of other people seeing you look cringe or worse fail. But the truth is you will never succeed if you never try. You say you want to feel happiness, freedom, financial stability, etc but you're afraid to do the thing that will bring you all of the many wants and needs that you crave. Quotes: "On the other side of fear is the life that you want." "You cannot edit a blank page." "Someone out there needs your content. The way that you can show it." "Time will still pass whether you do it now or later." Unsolicited advice: You've got this. Surround yourself with people who will cheer you on. Give yourself 6 months (literally the bare minimum) and try at the thing you've been dying to do. If after 6 months you still don't see any progress. Take a break, change the plans, but not the goal. With the 8 of pentacles and 9 of cups, you are destined for this. but you first have to try in order to reap the rewards you seek. (Cards: 7 of cups, Awakening in reverse, 9 of swords, 8 of pentacles, Queen of cups (reversed), 9 of cups)

Pile 2: You are a Joy Seeker.

Your Question: What little victories can you celebrate?

Moonology: Step Up and Lead

Pile 2 If you were drawn to Pile 1 I feel this may be either a continuation or an extra tidbit that you need to hear. This pile is all about self-doubt and not standing in your power. I'm hearing the song Boss Ass Bitch by Nicki Minaj ft PTAF specifically the first verse of "I'm a boss @ss b!tch, b!tch, b!tch, b!tch, b!tch." and a quote from a popular vine back in the day that said, "Step ya p*ssy game up." You're crying about the things that have gone wrong or didn't work out in your favor. Some of you are even comparing yourselves to others' finished products. Stop it. You've done so much for you to want to throw in the towel all because one of little minor inconvenience or because something didn't show up how you wanted it to go. Or even for some of you what you are doing is taking too long and you want to reap what you already sowed now. "Brush yourself off and try again" - Aaliyah (Try again) Stand up and look around at the accomplishments that you have done so far. How can you bring more appreciation for yourself? Stop being so hard on yourself all the time. You have time. Stop forcing a time frame on yourself. Stop comparing yourself to others. Stop having FOMO because of what others are doing when you have no idea what they had to do to get what they have (they could be scamming, manipulating, etc). Unsolicited advice: Every time you do something good I want you to celebrate. Whether it's doing a dance, treating yourself out to eat or something, whatever it is on how you celebrate I want you to treat yourself because you're doing amazing sweetie. Even if it doesn't feel that way you are. Do some affirmations because You're amazing. You're doing great things. Everything is going to work out. (Cards: 3 of swords reversed, 9 of pentacles, king of wands, 4 of cups, knight of wands.)

Pile 3: You Cannot Make A Mistake. There Are Infinite Possibilities Available to You.

Your Question: Where is your heart guiding you?

Moonology: Attune to the Divine

Someone is draining you of your power and you're too afraid of cutting them off because of a long history with this person, because you feel a lot of emotions (love, empathy, etc), or because this person might be family but I'm hearing "All Good Things Come to an End" by Nelly Furtado. This person may be a narcissist, or abusive (whether emotionally, or mentally. Not sensing physically but if they are just know there are people and organizations out there willing to help you get out of this situation.) A lot of sneaky and deceptive energy, I'm also hearing energy vampires. Some of you have way too much empathy to give and that is beautiful but also establish some boundaries. It's okay to say no. It's okay to make sure you fill up your own cup first or in some cases fill up only your cup because you give way too much to people who do not deserve you. Every beginning has its end and it's time for you to end this situation once and for all. No good can come of this situation, it's dead. Done. Fin. Stop watering dead flowers and listen to your intuition that's telling you to leave. Some of you may have low self-esteem and believe that you won't have anyone love you or even feel that no one cares about you. When that's not true, there are plenty of people in this world who would love and care for you the way you give to others but you first need to let go of what is dead and not fulfilling. Love yourself enough to leave or if you can't leave because you live with this person at least establish some either healthy or hard boundaries and stick to them. No unsolicited advice was added like piles 1 & 2 because I feel this whole pile is nothing but me fussing at you to do better and want better for yourself. (Cards: Queen of cups reversed, 7 of swords reversed, The star reversed, 6 of swords, & 10 of swords.)

Pile 4: You Create Your Own Reality! What You Want, Wants You Too!

Your Question: What Do You Want To Experience?

Moonology: Make Time for Self-Love | Bonus: Practice Gratitude

I'm hearing "Hang in there." A lot of you in pile 4 want to experience the can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars over the fence kind of love, and are slowly starting to feel like that love doesn't exist because of the many toads you're having to deal with regularly. I'm here to tell you to not give up because like your "Inner Peace" card says what you want wants you too, I felt it as I was shuffling the emperor kept wanting to come out but not fully coming out of the deck always interrupting me as I shuffle. It's as if the universe (god, divine, Allah, etc) wants you to focus on yourself first and figure out what exactly you want. Be specific but also realistic because not everyone can be tall dark and handsome and built like Terry Crews with Jeff Bezos's bank account. Maybe you have an idea of what you want but it's not exactly what you need in your next relationship because the things you want tend to be unfulfilling or worse toxic. Focus on yourself first and then love will find you when you least expect it. Unsolicited advice: Take up some hobbies, focus on your career, and work on yourself to become the best version you can be to help bring in this person you are wanting. Sometimes we need to work on ourselves because we have something within us that needs to change that would fumble the relationship that we want. (We all have some sort of toxic trait in us no matter how minor it may be) Focus on shadow work is what I'm also hearing. There are some things for some of you that you need to release like abandonment issues, trust issues, etc. Focus on you is the main thing I am getting. This message is for a few of you but the love you want exists you just need to stop settling for the first slumbag that gives you attention. Message for maybe 2-5 of you but stop flirting with people because you're bored. Stop having sex with people when you really crave intimacy. Fire up that dildo and vibrator. You will be alright. "Break up with your girlfriend." - Ariana Grande.

That's it for all of the piles. I hope you all enjoyed this reading and it wasn't too harsh. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Whether it's what you liked, what you want to see more of, etc.

[dontforgetukraine]

Nestor Bilous was born in 1889 in the village of Lebiazhe, Kharkiv region. He completed three grades of the church-parish school and participated in World War I. He began keeping a diary in 1911, but his most detailed entries describe the beginning of the Civil War, the mass man-made famine of 1921-1923, and the Holodomor of 1932-1933. Bilous essentially became a chronicler of the Soviet government’s destruction of Ukrainian villages. In 1937, Nestor Bilous,who was then the manager of the collective farm “Chervonyi Kolos,” was arrested by the NKVD for “discontent with party policies.” During the search, the NKVD confiscated a notebook with his notes, that became the main evidence of his “counter-revolutionary activities.” Bilous spent six years in forced labour camps and only returned home a year after Stalin’s death. Here are just a few entries from his diary: —Holodomor Museum

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April 30, 1933 It rains often, and it’s cold. Sowing is progressing very poorly because there is no grain, no horses, and even if someone has a horse, it’s too weak to work a full day in the field. So, this year there will be even less sown. People are constantly dying, and they bury six in one grave because there’s no one to dig individual graves. On April 27, Mykola Fedorovych Butenko died, a young man, 22 years old, a real guard, tall and handsome. He had to die of starvation just because the village council didn’t give him a certificate, as the son of a dekulakized father. Without it, no one would hire him. And in the spring, when he was already too weak, there was work, but he couldn’t do it, and he died of starvation.

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May 13, 1933 The warm weather started on May 8, and all the crops are sprouting. Beetroot and seedlings are being eaten by beetles and fleas. We need rain, but there isn't any. The collective farms keep sowing; they will probably be sowing until St. Peter's Day. People are still dying of hunger. On May 12,Paraska Chorna,an activist and party candidate,died of famine. When people were being sold out for not meeting the grain requisition quotas, she danced in the school out of joy in the evening,and now she has died of hunger, like a dog.

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May 20, 1933 Every day, people die of famine. The village council has appointed a sanitary commission to collect the bodies and bury them because there is no one to do the burials. Now, the village council drives people out to dig a large grave for about ten people, and then they bury them. Many adults and children, and when you look at them, they are living corpses.

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Since the beginning of the invasion of 2022, Bilous' native village Lebiazhe was in the grey zone for a long time, suffering from Russian shelling. The crimes continue... —Holodomor Museum

[blackhistorystoryteller]

AFRICAN PROVERBS AND THEIR MEANINGS

This is a message to my black brothers and sisters

Learn about African proverbs and know your culture is filled with poetry

1) Only a fool tests the depth of a river with both feet.

Meaning: You don’t jump straight into a situation without thinking about it first.

2) Knowledge is like a garden: If it is not cultivated, it cannot be harvested.

Meaning: If you don’t make efforts to acquire knowledge then you would not expect to have it and if you do not put the knowledge you have to use, you cannot expect to gain anything from it.

3) Sugarcane is sweetest at its joint.

Meaning: Good and sweet things of life may appear difficult to achieve but in the end, it is worth it.

4) If you offend, ask for a pardon; if offended forgive.

Meaning: This is as simple as it sounds: If you upset someone, apologise to him or her. If someone upsets you, forgive him or her because what goes around, comes around.

5) Don’t set sail using someone else’s star.

Meaning: Avoid copying someone else. Just because someone has been successful in what he/she does should not be what will make you to do the same thing and expect to be successful.

6) The best way to eat an elephant in your path, is to cut him up into little pieces.

Meaning: The best approach to solving a problem is to take it bit by bit; one at a time.

7) A restless feet may walk into a snake pit.

Meaning: If someone is busy doing nothing or is involved in what he does not know about, it is easy for him/her to get into trouble.

8) A chick that will grow into a cock can be spotted the very day it hatches.

Meaning: You can easily foresee the future of something through the character and tell-tale signs it exhibits today.

9) After a foolish deed comes remorse.

Meaning: Feeling sorry always follows a foolish act.

10) A man who pays respect to the great paves the way for his own greatness.

Meaning: What goes around, comes around so whatever you sow, you shall reap.

11) He who does not know one thing knows another.

Meaning: No one knows everything, but everyone knows something.

12) A roaring lion kills no one.

Meaning: You cannot achieve or gain anything by mere sitting around and just talking about it.

13) Do not call the forest that shelters you a jungle.

Meaning: Do not insult someone who is taking care of your responsibility or taking care of you.

14) When a king has good counsellors, his reign is peaceful.

Meaning: What defines a man is the circumstances and people around him and if they are good, he turns out good.

15) It takes a whole village to raise a child.

Meaning: The society is responsible for the moral characters it creates and everyone in a community should be responsible for helping to train a child irrespective of who the parents are; offering correction where they are needed.

16) If a child washes his hands he could eat with kings.

Meaning: If you prepare and allow yourself to be well trained when you have the opportunity, you will achieve a lot and be favoured in due course.

17) The Rain does not fall on one roof.

Meaning: Trouble comes to everyone at one time or another.

18) Life is like a mist or a shadow; it quickly passes by.

Meaning: Life is too short, and you only live it once.

19) Wherever a man goes to dwell, his character goes with him.

Meaning: What defines a man is his character which is, inseparable from him and follows him everywhere he goes.

20) Do not look where you fell, but where you slipped.

Meaning: Don’t look at your mistakes; look at what caused your mistakes, otherwise you may repeat the same mistake again.

He who sees an old hag squatting should leave her alone; who knows how she breathes?

Meaning: You should never interfere in someone's issues, particularly when you do not know anything about them.

Anger against a brother is felt on the flesh, not in the bone. Meaning: You should forget and forgive anything your relatives did to you.

Maize bears fruits once and dies because it is not rooted in the ground. Meaning: You will never get to the top and stay prosperous without a good foundation.

He who will swallow the 'udala' seed must consider the size of his stomach. Meaning: 'Udala' seed is an apple seed. It is never digested in the stomach

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

EWAN MITCHELL INTERVIEWED BY POLYGON MAGAZINE.

YOU'VE SPOKEN BEFORE ABOUT THE INFLUENCES YOU TOOK IN WHEN CRAFTING YOUR APPROACH TO AEMOND — YOU HAVE PROMETHEUS; YOU HAVE HEAT; HALLOWEEN; LAWRENCE OF ARABIA. I'M CURIOUS WHAT YOU WERE SEEKING AS YOU WERE RESEARCHING TO PLAY AEMOND IN SEASON 2.

"Characters who possess a tremendous amount of power, and see it as a means to do things no one else can do."

Similar with Lawrence of Arabia — something in Lawrence of Arabia that I like, he says 'The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.'

"You know, the idea that he kind of tempers himself — very similar to Aemond — to pain."

"He puts duty over love."

"And [similarly,] the idea that Aemond can be loved, but he also knows that he can achieve more if he’s willing to be feared, and do the necessary kind of evil."

"[I sought] characters who were kind of marginalized, and they maybe start off their story on their back foot, and over time become the hero of their story."

"There are setbacks, but they bounce back even stronger."

"Those kinds of characters."

DID YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WERE LIFTING THE ENERGY OF THESE PERFORMANCES, THE PHILOSOPHY, OR JUST THEIR PHYSICALITY?

"Anything — I mean, I try to watch a film a day."

"Although recently, with press, I’ve sometimes had to do two a day, because I miss a day."

"But anything, anything: Inspiration can come at any time."

"I’m always watching for it."

"I was watching Split the other day, M. Night Shyamalan’s Split, and it kind of raises the idea that the broken are the more evolved."

"And that’s certainly true with Aemond; from the moment he had his eye taken from him, he’s used it as motivation to develop himself and manufacture himself into this lethal weapon."

"I was speaking to a reporter earlier, and he had a Rutger Hauer T-shirt from Blade Runner."

"That’s also something that I might use as inspiration going into season 3."

"Just kind of leave my arms open, take anything."

DO YOU FIND YOU HAVE DIFFERENT INFLUENCES FOR DIFFERENT MOMENTS IN AEMOND'S LIFE, OR EVEN JUST DIFFERENT RELATIONSHIPS, LIKE ALICENT VERSUS HELAENA?

"Yeah, ultimately, after the raising of the dragonseeds in 'The Red Sowing,' it’s definitely made Aemond a lot more desperate going into episode 8, and he’s losing that composure that he’s known for [in] the previous episodes."

"And so there was always something really fascinating in exploring that kind of fractured Aemond, seeing that scared boy rise to the surface again, that he’s tried to keep a lid on for so many years."

"It’s the sort of relationship that makes total sense even when you don’t see them together."

"Of course she’s the person who sees him and puts him in his place."

"And he just has nothing to say to that."

"Her words just cut him in half."

"He always has this idea of where and how things will pan out."

"She just challenges that, and it breaks him a little bit."

IN A SHOW THAT'S SO MUCH ABOUT INTERROGATING PEOPLE'S QUEST FOR A POWER, THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO IT, AND HOW IT CAN BE BOTH WIELDED AND CORRUPTING AS A FORCE, HOW DO YOU SEE AEMOND FITTING INTO THAT? WHAT'S HIS MINDSET?

"I think he raises that question of whether Aemond is inherently evil, or whether power does corrupt, whether it was nurture versus nature."

"Was it the upbringing that [he] received from Otto Hightower and his mother, or was it just being in the Red Keep and being a product of his environment there?"

"I think Aemond — he’s always had that quest for power."

"He’s always wanted to be known as that war hero."

"And here at the council table, for the first half of the series, he’s very much serving in the war from one end."

"And then when he gets into power and becomes prince regent, he goes to the other end."

All of these people, he now has a completely new perspective on, and it’s like, 'OK, so how can each of you serve me? And if you can’t serve me, you’re gone.'

"It’s that kind of very black-and-white pursuit that Aemond has in his quest for power, which I think is quite scary."

"It’s formidable."

It doesn’t really take anybody else’s perspective into account. 'It’s what I want.'

"So what’s his relationship with power? It’s not a pretty one."

DO YOU SEE HIS QUEST FOR POWER AS COMING FROM THAT SCARED LITTLE BOY WHO JUST WANTS SOME PROTECTION AND INSULATION, AND TO BE ABOVE REPROACH? OR DO YOU SEE IT AS HIM THINKING I HONESTLY BELIEVE I CAN DO THIS BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE HERE?

"I mean around the council table, all these other characters, they’re losing their composure, they’re raising their voices, they’re arguing."

"Aemond’s just sitting back."

"He’s calculated, he’s cool."

"He strikes when the moment arises."

"He needs to be seen as someone who can wield that power effectively."

"He needs to be seen as someone who can lead."

"He can become that war hero."

"Whether or not he wants to sit the Iron Throne — I don’t know; I don’t want to answer that! But he definitely wants a similar kind of reputation as Daemon Targaryen."

"He wants to be like Daemon Targaryen, but he also wants to better him."

"He wants to be known as that rogue prince, who you know all of the realm respects."

"Or maybe he doesn’t really care what anyone thinks — that’s kind of what I love about the character."

"He could be many things."

TELL ME ABOUT HOW YOU APPROACHED THE ARC FOR HIM OVER THE SEASON — TO RETURN TO INFLUENCES FOR A SEC, I WAS THINKING A LOT ABOUT STREETCAR NAMED DESIRED, AND HAVING A CHARACTER WHO DOESN'T KNOW THEY'RE THAT CLOSE TO A BREAKDOWN, BASICALLY, AND DOESN'T KNOW THEY'RE ONE BAD DAY AWAY FROM THAT. THEY'RE JUST HOLDING THEMSELVES TOGETHER EVEN WHEN PEOPLE AROUNG YOU CAN SEE THIS IS BAD NEWS.

"Aemond… if he has a breaking point, I don’t think he’s found it yet."

"It’s interesting."

"Maybe he found it there, when Helaena challenged everything he thought his life would amount to, and how things would pan out."

"I think Aemond always thought of himself as the captain of his own fate and his own destiny."

"And so when Helaena shares that knowledge — on one hand, it could make an enemy out of him."

"But on the other hand, it could also make Helaena a tremendously valuable ally."

"If you’re able to harness that kind of foresight and that power that Helaena possesses, you could see a blow coming before it lands."

I think that would certainly be something interesting to explore: 'Where is Aemond’s breaking point?'

"I mean we’ve seen everything he’s done so far."

"He kind of had to abandon humanity in season 2, with what he did to his brother."

Helaena raises that: 'Was it worth the price, and what did he lose in that moment?'

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT WHERE HE ENDS UP THIS SEASON? IN MANY WAYS, IT FEELS LIKE AND OTHERWISE TRIUMPHANT SEASON PUTS HIM IN EXACTLY THE RIGHT PLACE TO HAVE HER POP THAT BALLON FOR HIM.

"Yeah, that’s a good way of looking at it."

"I think he’s got to sit with that information now, and sit with that realization."

"But as we know for Aemond, he can’t sit still for long."

"He’s going to be on the back of that dragon."

"Up to no good, you know."

"And yeah, I can’t wait to see where it goes in season 3."

"I think he’s got to change again."

"I think similar to when he had his eye taken out as a kid, it served as this motivation to become something else entirely."

"And then with this new realization at the end of season 2, he’s gonna have to evolve again, or otherwise risk being broken again."

[kurishiri]

Roger’s replies to (some of) his chat keywords on LINE

this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties for characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

these aren’t all the keywords, but it’s probably the majority👌✨

also if you’re not aware of it, this is like a little event they’re holding on LINE where sending certain “key words” will trigger a response from Roger!

1. ロジャーさん

💬: Roger

🍻: Did you call me? Don’t worry, I’m listening veeery closely.

2. おはよう

💬: Good morning

🍻: Morning, lil lady. Breakfast is the first step to feeling energized. So go and eat, even if it’s just a little.

3. こんにちは

💬: Hello

🍻: Haha, what’s going on, acting so formal like that? I think it’s great you’re always able to greet me. After all, greetings are fundamental for humans. Guess I could learn a thing or two from you.

4. おやすみ

💬: Good night

🍻: No matter how the day went, the fact you lived today to the fullest is an undeniable truth. You were great. Good night, come and see me again tomorrow.

5. ありがとう

💬: Thank you

🍻: Thank you, too. Hearing you thanking me makes me so happy, I don’t feel like myself.

6. 褒めて

💬: Praise me

🍻: Haha, you’re pretty honest and cute. You’re always doing well. And even if no one else is watching, I will be the only one to realize your efforts. …You did well.

7. 好きです

💬: I like you

🍻: An honest and good girl like yourself needs to be rewarded. So, between a kiss, a kiss, and a kiss—— well, take your pick.

8. 愛してます

💬: I love you

🍻: Who loves who, now? …Haha, you’re just so cute, I couldn’t help but tease you a lil.

9. 話そう

💬: Let’s talk

🍻: I was also thinking I wanted to talk to you, lil lady. So, come here, and let’s take our time talking about lots of things.

10. キスして

💬: Kiss me

🍻: Heh, aren’t you a bold one. Okay then, let’s kiss. Even if we do more than a kiss, they say you reap what you sow, lil lady.

11. お腹すいた

💬: I’m hungry

🍻: Anyways, first things first, eat some meat. I know of a place near the Big Ben with some good food. We can head over there and eat ‘til we’re full. ——Well, let’s go.

12. 犬

💬: Dog

🍻: Dogs are a miracle to this world. They’re so lovable and soft… it’s hard not to love them.

13. ビール

💬: Beer

🍻: Beer is the source of life! Time to drink! (he downs some beer) Pwah— Ahh… I feel alive again…

14. 筋肉

💬: Muscle

🍻: Muscles, muscles! [1]

15. コーギー

💬: Corgi

🍻: That’s my dog’s breed. They’re formally called Welsh Corgis, and they’re said to be bright and lively with very social characters. …Anyway, corgis are cute, period.

16. ボクシング

💬: Boxing

🍻: It’s something like my hobby, or maybe more like my life work. Boxing doesn’t have your run-of-the-mill kind of momentum, so I’d recommend it.

NOTES:

[1] when you send him the word [筋肉] (kin’niku), which translates to (a general) “muscle” in English, Roger replies with [���ッスル、マッスル！] (massuru, massuru!) which is the “Japanese English” (katakana) version of the word “muscle.” So, I just differentiated them by like adding an ‘s’ at the end like “muscles, muscles!”

[kiwisa]

Watch Out, Boys ✷ cl16

✷ SECOND INTERLUDE OF THE TAMING OF THE HEARTBREAKER

━━━━━  PREVIOUS & NEXT !

in which... Y/N's invitation to the Miami GP means trouble !

AS THE HALL & OATES' SONG GOES: "Watch out, boys, she'll chew you up." Because, if there's one thing we know, it's that putting Y/N L/N and 20 conventionally attractive men in the same place is never a good idea. 

Yet, that is precisely what's going to happen in a few days at the Miami International Autodrome. The actress, who will play the iconic Barbie in Greta Gerwig's adaptation, has been invited by Ray-Ban to the Miami Grand Prix on May 8.

The news was announced on Ferrari’s TikTok account⏤which the eyewear brand sponsors⏤and has since then sparked numerous reactions. While these vary, one common thread stands out: the fear of havoc. Admittedly, L/N turns heads and sows discord wherever she goes. 

Formula One is already a chaotic world, adding Y/N L/N and her shenanigans to the mix would only make it worse. 

Since her list of actors waiting to be seduced is dwindling, this event presents itself as a bargain for the Academy Award-winning actress, who will only have to draw someone from 20 options to be her next prey. 

If the possibilities are considerably reduced by one small element to consider⏤the WAGs⏤L/N has shown before that she is not above immorality when it comes to getting her way. Her affair with Harry Styles, even though he was rumoured to be in a relationship with Olivia Wilde at the time, is formal proof of this. 

Hide your men, ladies, because The Heartbreaker is in town and ready to pounce!

✷ SEE ALSO ON LOVE CLUB... !

Y/N L/N named the highest-paid actress of 2021 by Forbes

"Name a more iconic character? You can't" Y/N on being cast as Barbie for Greta Gerwig's movie

Is Harry Styles cheating on Olivia Wilde with Y/N L/N?

Of course, all eyes are now on the two Ferrari drivers, with whom L/N will spend most of her time (common sponsor dictates), and more particularly on Charles Leclerc, who is single.

It has been almost a month since the woman was last seen with anyone. A record! She's probably more determined than ever to get her hands on some fresh meat, and what better than a handsome, muscular driver who can speak French? We all know L/N's soft spot for the language of love. Her interviews remind us of it enough. So do her many French conquests.

We just hope that the actress' famous bedroom eyes will not trouble the Monegasque and make him lose his race. The fans of Il Predestinato would not react kindly to this.

He is, after all, one of the current favourites for the championship.

In any case, no matter what happens over the weekend, the outcome is bound to be interesting. Because, while her actions are open to criticism, Y/N L/N's impact is undeniable.

The woman is already the talk of the paddock and she hasn’t even set foot on it yet.

FILED UNDER #Y/NL/N #F1 #ACTORS #SPORTS #MIAMI #DATING

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Anonymous 15 minutes ago

It's already a miracle that she hasn't tried to fuck football players yet, if she could keep this up with F1 it would be great.

Anonymous 38 minutes ago

I will never understand why celebrities who have nothing to do with F1 and probably don't give a shit about it either are invited to all GP. It's ridiculous.

Anonymous 51 minutes ago

There's something about Y/N that I just hate. It's physical at this point. I can only stand her in movies. Probably because she doesn't act like herself in those...

Anonymous 1 hour ago

No, but I swear she really has a libido problem. This is the only explanation. She must be a nymphomaniac. Or just a whore. Or both.

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[danibee33]

The Queen’s Guard - Chapter 8: Soot & Ash

knight!simon riley x queen!reader

cw: sa, non-con, some gore, generally dark themes *pls read at your own discretion*

>>parts in italics are flashbacks

[<<< chapter 7]

You wake in a cold sweat- a shrill gasp carried away in the wind as you scramble to untangle yourself from the furs. In your fuss, you feel a familiar, strong arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back into a wonderfully warm embrace-

“Shh.. You’re alright- you’re safe-” Simon’s other arm comes to rest over your chest, providing a comforting weight as his lips press gentle kisses to your shoulder; softly shushing you again, “Another one?”

All you can do is nod, because, yes- it was another nightmare. Yes, you had been forced to relive that terrible moment over and over. At this point, you swear you feel as if the gods themselves are punishing you, manipulating your mind so that whenever your eyes close all you can see is blood- and when you take too deep a breath, all you can smell is soot and ash-

“Does it ever go away?” Your voice is broken and meak, turning in his arms so that you could nuzzle further into his chest- replace the metallic char with his rich, earthy scent, “Or will he always haunt me?”

Simon tightens his hold on you, gently tugging you into his lap, “No, sweet girl..”, he pets your hair before pushing it away from your face, “It will fade, I promise.”

Wiping your tears, you feel his whispered apology against the corner of your lips- replacing the words with a kiss, and then another.

You think about how many times he’s apologized for your part in what happened, quietly, genuinely- how he whispered it in your ear that first night. And again, when he found you spitting up bile and acid between sobs in the woods the morning after. You remember the way he and Johnny had shouted and hissed at one another on the third day, right before Johnny was to leave for the MacTavish estate again- he had to go play the part, sowing more seeds of doubt amongst your own people. Had to solidify his own alibi-

But that didn’t stop him from nearly trading blows with Simon. Didn’t stop him from telling Simon how you never should have been in that room, that you never should have been forced to see what you saw.

Only when you stepped between them once again, placing a palm over their chests as if you might actually have a chance at forcing them to do anything- did they finally concede, for your sake, of course.

Johnny had pulled you to the side after that, closer to the cliffs, your voices drowned out by the violent waves below you and the howling winds above, his lips so close to your ear that the heat of his breath sent chills down your spine,

“I’ll find you in the foothills in two weeks- all right?”

You both fell into your partly made up dialect as he held you close, his hands wrapped over your biceps and yours on his forearms- you could still feel the way his scruff tickled your skin, and how his nose dipped down to nuzzle into your neck as he spoke,

“Be careful, Grianach..

It had made your fingers dig into his flesh, and your eyes sting with tears as you leaned into him, pressing your cheek against his, “You be careful, Johnny.. please.”

And it felt so wrong to watch him ride away without even a glance back, because things had never felt more tenuous- you were caught in this odd limbo of overwhelming freedom and the suffocating fear of the unknown..

But, you couldn’t dwell on it, not when you had to focus on moving. You weren’t out of danger yet, the farther away you can get from the castle, the blood, the soot, and the ash- the better.

+++

“Your Grace-”, you’re intercepted by General Leon on your way to yet another meeting, and while it isn’t necessarily out of the ordinary, especially when the King is away, it does set you on edge, “I received a raven today.”

It’s not too difficult to keep your expression impassive, you’ve perfected it over the years after all , but your stomach sours at his pleased smile, “And what news did it bring, General?”

You glance around the long, light-filled hall, take in the grand tapestries hanging against the wall, the warm sunlight pouring in- Simon’s presence just hardly out of sight. And you know he’s scanning the surroundings as well, not to take in the view or look at the pretty sights, just alert, always alert.

Though, by the smallest shift in his weight, you think he’s picked up on your anxieties- waiting for the older Knight to speak again.

“His Grace is returning sooner than expected. Seems his tour of the front lines was cut short after an incident.”

Like a dutiful wife, you let your features morph into shock, playing into the actual horror you felt at the idea of the King being back any sooner than planned- he was still supposed to be out for another two months at the least, and now..

“What has happened?” You ask quickly, taking your lady-in-waiting’s hand in yours, needing something to anchor yourself to- you had to be a concerned wife, can’t let them know you wish he had just died out there- “Is the King all right?”

The General pats your shoulder, obviously uncomfortable with the way you seem to be teetering on the brink of tears, your breathing a bit labored. You were panicking, but not for the reason he thinks,

“He’s fine, Your Grace. Alive and unharmed- they didn’t even get close. Though the Kingsguard did suffer a casualty, they served him well.” He says, his tone almost jovial, so proud of his men and his monstrous King, “And may the gods bless the rest of his journey home.”

“Gods bless.” You give the traditional affirmation at the same time as your lady, Simon’s much deeper rasp lingering in the background.

“Well, a wonderful turn of events.. Truly wonderful. When should we expect his arrival, then? A feast is in order.” You say after a moment, clasping your hands together in order to hide the way they tremble.

“Two days time, my Queen.”

This time you can’t stop your eyes from darting up to meet Simon’s- but where you expect to see some sort of unease or worry in them, you only find the same unwavering gaze. Because to him, this news is nothing to worry about. No, not for the Ghost. His plans had already been in motion, since the night he pulled you from the balcony's edge, he saw it so clearly. Simon knew exactly what needed to be done.

Sure, this is an unexpected obstacle, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s better this way. The sooner he could kill the King, the sooner you would be safe, the sooner he could get you away from all this.

The sooner you would be all his.

———

The night of the feast was upon you faster than you ever could’ve thought possible. The King would be arriving any moment, the festivities already booming with life in the Great Hall.

But here you are, pacing a path into the stone floor. Worrying at your cuticles so that you don’t tangle your fingers in your perfectly set hair- half of the long waves pulled back into an intricate braided pattern, with jewels and emerald ribbon woven throughout. But every step feels too heavy, too cumbersome, your gown creating friction behind you, and your chest tight from the pull of the corset.

“Sunny..” Johnny calls to you from his place by the window- when he found out the King would be returning so soon, and Simon’s plan of what would be happening next, he had stayed at your side. Hidden in your chambers or the tunnels while you were away-

“What if it goes wrong? What if you both get caught, what if he’s able to call out-”

In long, easy strides, he’s right there- pulling your hand away into his own to stop your self-destructive cycle with a disapproving tut, “Grianach- stop, stop. Look at me, aye?”

You do stop, but only because his hold is ironclad, and his eyes are as piercing as ever as they demand your attention, “I know you trust us..”, you nod, “We’ve both done this before- and crown, or no crown, it makes no difference to a sword. You only need to worry about bein’ in that tunnel as soon as y’ get the signal..”

He makes it sound so simple, just another day- just another thing to cross off the list. But.. you know he’s right, you know he’s done it before, too many times to keep count. Your sweet Johnny was an accomplished and revered leader on the battlefield, and your own personal guard, while his past is still shrouded in mystery even to you, has obviously led a long and successful career doing the same.

And of course, you don’t fault them for being exactly what was asked of them, thinking back to Johnny’s words, they were the ones who had been fighting your wars, right? So, disposing of one man.. Well, that should be almost too easy for them-

“But-”

Johnny cups your face again, that newly founded tension flickering to life as he looks down at you, the darkness in his gaze turning into something more familiar as he cracks a lopsided grin, “Always such a worrywart.”

He cranes his neck, lowering his head so that he could be eye to eye, “Ye don’t have to worry about me- we’re not kids anymore..”

Two curt knocks tear you away from each other, looking over to see Simon taking up nearly the entire entryway, gilded eyes lazily moving between you and the man at your side,

“My Queen..”, he cocks his head subtly, “It’s time.”

There’s something in the moment that seems to fortify you- the roiling in your gut calms, and the unrelenting thoughts go quiet as you give a single nod. If they can be so unfazed by this, so confident and immovable, then so could you. You would walk out of this room as the most powerful woman in the kingdom, and you would play your part to change your future.

For the first time in your life, you’ve been granted the opportunity to decide your fate. And who would you be to give up such a blessing?

So with one final, deep breath, you move towards the door- stopping at Simon’s side only long enough to spare a fleeting glance back, seeing Johnny’s eyes steady on you, full of determination.

But when you’re well enough out of the room, out of earshot, Johnny darkly calls to the Knight,

“Queen’s Guard-“, he barks, glaring as the hulking man halts, turning only enough to meet the Lord’s eye, “Don’t let her out of your sight. Not for a second.”

And Simon has to admit he’s impressed with the brazen man, the lengths he’s gone to, and how much farther he’s ready to go, is admirable, if not more than a little grating on his nerves. And don’t think that he hasn’t seen, hasn’t felt, the dynamic shift between you.. knowing that Johnny had been spending his nights in your rooms has thoroughly irked Simon to no end.

But, that’s a problem for another time- right now, they just needed to trust each other; nothing more, nothing less. So, that’s why instead of grunting out some crass comment like he so badly wants to do, Simon gives a singular, purposeful nod before striding out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him.

The rattling sound causes you to turn, meeting Simon’s eye and seeing them a shade darker than you’re used to- the mottled amber all but glowing behind the helm, his hand clenching into a fist and his cloak billowing and swaying with every even step forward. You can’t pause for long though, forced to quickly resume your pace as he falls in just to your right, three steps behind, as always.

Keeping your eyes forward, you sweep through the castle halls, your shoulders straight and your head held high- you would meet the King as not the broken, weary woman he left behind, but as the Queen he never deserved in the first place.

The Queen that has always been strong enough to carry the kingdom all this time, that has done just that, even when it felt as though your bones might snap under the weight of it all- it had always been you. You just lost sight of that strength, lost sight of the power you truly hold, in your kindness and patience, just as much as in your discipline and judgment.

“The King has arrived!” General Leon’s brassy voice booms and echoes off the stone, followed by the faint shuffling of cloth and leather, steel and chainmail straining as those around you take a knee, “All hail the King.”

The doors swing open ceremoniously, even if it is just you and the highest ranking members of court there, your husband had always demanded an abundance of fanfare-

He waltzes in with a bored smirk, looking down his nose at even those who aid him until he sees you, and you know you’ll remember the way his eyes widen as he takes you in for the rest of your life. You revel in it, commit it to memory for the precious few moments he looks back at you with something akin to shock-

Sure, you still accented yourself in his house color, you could not be so bold as to forgo it completely- you didn’t want to draw too much attention, but a statement needed to be made and judging his expression, you had succeeded.

Because instead of his traditional deep green covering you from head to toe, you wore a dazzling gown made of the deepest ebony silk the modistes could find, the only hints of emerald and gold on you being the rings on your fingers and the gemstones and satins in your hair,

“Welcome home, my King.” You bow your head graciously as the others rise to their feet once more.

He steps right up to you, and you resist the overwhelming urge to flinch, to put distance between you and him, to slap his hand away as he traces a finger down along your sleeve, “Bold choice, wife..”, he says before grabbing your hand, lifting the soft skin to his lips, “I like it.”

You hide your sneer with a saccharine smile, acting as though his touch doesn’t make you physically ill, “I look forward to hearing about your time on the front, Your Grace.”

Again, the King kisses your hand, a predatory gleam darkening his eyes- one you only get a glimpse of before he’s turning you around, his arm held out so that he may escort you toward the Great Hall. And it’s then you see Simon’s gleaming eyes as well, stoney and burning with a lethal rage,

“Ah, Ser Simon Riley.. You’re still here.” The King drawls without even a look in the guard’s direction, the taller man falling in on your flank as accustomed before answering,

“Always, Your Grace.”

—---

The feast seems to drag on almost out of spite, you swear. The King had been determined to parade you around, his snide, passively belittling comments only adding to your disdain, your wish to be done with this- yet, it is that same thought that causes your heart to race the longer the night goes on, an hour closer, a minute, a second. You felt like you might be torn apart by your own anticipation, your fear of what’s to come-

Tap, tap … tap, tap, tap

You hear the comforting taps more than you have in a long while, and there’s even a moment when the King has stopped in the crowd, his feet growing more unsteady underneath him that you feel Simon’s hand reach out to preemptively pull you away from the stumbling man; his touch lingering just a breath longer than they should,

“Husband?”, you giggle, forcing a bit of drunken giddiness into your actions and voice, “Maybe we should head to bed, you’ve had such a long journey-”

His wine-laden breath assaults your senses, his lips grazing over your jaw, “That excited to get me in bed, wife?”, you roll your eyes, placing two hands on his chest in an attempt to keep him from falling into you, “Missed my cock, hm? Filthy fucking whore-”

There’s a deep growl behind you, one you’ve grown quite fond of, though it’s never sounded so animalistic, deep and menacing- and you can practically feel how his self control strains, tested to its limit as Simon is forced to listen and watch. But, you’re doing so well, taking every vile thing the King says, every horrifically inappropriate grope and touch, in stride; your grace and virtue never waning.

“Well, c’mon then-”, your husband rasps in your ear before turning towards the group around you, “If you’ll pardon us, m’ladies and lords, I have been away for quite some time.”

You grimace at the way he jerks you into his side, his hand wandering over your hip to rest on the swell of your ass- the wolfy grin on his face conveying all the lewd and lascivious context they might need to know exactly what their sovereign is alluding to. It makes the churning in your stomach return with force, and your blood run hot with anger-

Though you feel the moment it turns frigid, no more than ice cutting through your veins. It’s when he escorts out of the hall, forcefully dismissing your ladies and his own guard, turning on Simon last,

“Well, go on, you’re not needed for this, I’m afraid.” He says, waving his hand at your Knight like one might a stray dog, “Unless you like to watch.”

The empty hall reverberates with his laugh, his grip on your tightening painfully- fingers digging into your side so hard you’re sure to have bruises by morning, “My King-”, you try to soothe him, but it dawns on you now, and Simon, too, that the plan was slowly unraveling.

“No, that’s fine! What a good dog you have, wife. Tell him he can watch, if he so wishes-”

You look back to where Simon is still following, his hand wrapped around the hilt of his dagger, “No, of course not.”, you give a quick nod, hoping you can send the message clearly enough that you were about to upend everything, “My rooms are closer, shall we go there?”

And the moment you speak the words, he understands what you were doing- this wouldn’t be happening in the King’s chambers, but yours. He needs to get Johnny, and get to the tunnels,

“You are relieved, Ser Simon. I bid you a good night..”

Simon hesitates for the first time in his life, looking at you and seeing the resolve in your gaze, the overwhelming faith you have in him. You look at him in a way he’s never seen, not with fear or trepidation like he’s so used to, like he’s always preferred, but with such trust and reverie that he fears he could never live up to the grand idea you seem to have of him.

“Good night, My Queen.”

—--

By the time you’re at your door, the King is openly groping you- his hands rough and needy as he pulls at your corset ties, grunting as he nips and bites at your flesh,

“Black, hm? Making your own choices, that it?”

Very suddenly, he heaves you up, his mouth still on you, happily leaving a trail of angry little marks as he carries you across the space and throws you on the bed- you say his name, the hints of desperation and panic spurring him on as he climbs over top of you,

“You think just because you get to pretend to be King while I’m away, that you’re anything more than a warm hole? Nothin’ but a pretty little cocksleeve-”

You’re crushed under his weight, the sensations all too much, and all in the worst of ways, “Enough-”

You push against him, try to bring your knees up, to wiggle away, but in a flash your wrists are in his grasp and forced uncomfortably over your head, “Tsk, tsk, tsk- none of that now, you just be a good whore and take what I give you.”

“Get. Off.” With how hard you’re clenching your teeth, the words come out as a hiss, your eyes searching for anything, mind racing with how you can get out of this as the room fills with his laugh.

“Or what?”

Faster than you can blink, the weight is lifted off you in a single go- the King’s surprised yelp resounding in your ears and hands pulling you off the bed. Johnny’s hands, gently tugging you to your feet and pushing you back towards the tunnel- “I’ve got you, I got you-”, he says it over and over, a small tinge of fear and loathing in his own voice.

Those same hands deftly skim over you, tilting your head from one side to the other, as he tries to rearrange your bodice- which had been pulled apart and stretched to have your breasts almost completely exposed,

“Oh, Sunny..”

Your face burns with so many emotions- unbridled fear and anger, and now shame and embarrassment, his gentle voice trying to coax you, to reassure you, but it seems to just make it so much worse. You want to shove him away, you want to scream and claw at your skin; you think you want to cry, but there are no tears, you simply don’t have it in you to feel sorry anymore. For yourself, for what’s happened before this night, what’s going to happen-

“I fucking knew it.” The King chuckles from his knees, sword at his throat, “The wretched Scottish whor--”

The insult turns into a garbled choking sound when Simon’s hand wraps around his throat, effectively depriving him of oxygen and blood as he lifts him up until his toes are just barely grazing against the floor,

“What a king you are..”, Simon croons, his head cocking to the side- and the way he looks up at him reminds you of the mean old barn cat from your childhood, the one that would toy with his food, playing with it until he grew bored, “Tell me, Your Grace, are you enjoyin’ this?”

Johnny tries to turn you away, to urge back to the tapestry, to where you should be- where you would be safe, but you just can’t go. That awful, angry part of you wants to see the King suffer, wants to see him hurt just like he had hurt you.

“Grianach, please go. You go exactly where we told you to go-“

A thick gasping and sputtering echoes around you then, both of you turning to see Simon throw the grown man to the ground like it’s nothing. Stepping over his body, he finally looks up, pupil blown eyes boring into your own- like he’s searching, seeking, for an answer, for something. He holds it long enough to see your nod, long enough to gain your approval before he picks up his sword,

“You had everything.”, he says, looking down at the King, “And yet-“

Johnny’s hand clamps over your mouth as you watch the blade come down in one swift motion- sinking into the yielding flesh and muscle of your husband’s chest, crimson oozing around the dark steel, staining the hideous, priceless rug beneath him,

“..you took it all for granted.”

You know you hear Simon’s voice, hear the familiar gravel deepen- but, at the same time, it is entirely unrecognizable in your ears. He sounds so cold, so calculated in every syllable that drips from his tongue.

And the most errant thought crosses your mind, that maybe this is the past he so adamantly avoids with you, with anyone for that matter. Maybe it’s this other version of him, a version that is devoid of humanity, callous and brutal-

“You took her for granted.”

There’s only the briefest reflective glint of his blade as a warning- but this time, Johnny forces you to look away, framing your face in his hands so that he’s the only things you can see. His palms covering your ears help to muffle the disgusting squelch of sinew and tendons being severed, the awful sound of vertebrae forcefully separating.

It all sounds so loud until there’s just.. Nothing. No one speaks, you can hardly even hear your own shallows breaths,

“M’eudail, look at me- please, look at me.”

You do look up, but you just can’t seem to focus, your mind too hazed to see his features clearly,

“He- he’s gone.” You mumble, your tongue too thick in your mouth, and your voice quivering,

“It’s done.”

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[annie-creates]

Masterlist

It's been exactly 2 years and a month of our journey on this blog. In that time we acumulated quite a number of fics (and edits), so here's their masterlist from the newest to the oldest.

You can requests fics for:

Lady Lesso

Andromache of Scythia

Queen Ravenna

Agatha Harkness

Abby Anderson or Ellie Williams

Natasha Romanoff or Yelena Belova

Would anyone be interested in the option to support me on ko-fi or other platforms so I can write longer detailed fics for you in return? I'm also opening the option for a taglist!

Lady Lesso

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I don't really hate you

Beautiful I know

After my mother

Fool me too

Take a day off

Stupid test mark

The evil witch - Bundle of joy - I hear the wedding bells

Just a few grapes

My beautiful nightmare

Out like a light - The best girlfriend

Don't push it

One day in a year

Try to come home - Ray of sunshine

Not the proudest moment

Dearest Mrs. Lesso

To meet you - My Leonora

Barely a friend - The roses you sowed - I'm yours

Soft dean of evil

Lady Claus

What an evil thing to do

Andromache of Scythia

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Never felt like dying

You never learn

Good enough for a hero

You can call me Andy

New Year's Eve

Queen Ravenna

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I will live for you

Only for tonight

Desperately by her side - Get you to fall in love - Every day of your life

What have I done

The biggest star

Beautiful baby bump

Abigail "Abby" Anderson

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Life without you

Just a bad memory

Finally home

Ellie Williams

Pile of misfortunes

Agatha Harkness

Halloween night tradition

I deserved it

Almost four hundred years

[honey-crypt]

Can you write Elliot with a reader who’s overworking themself, sleep deprived but also kinda stubborn and a brat about taking a rest?

🥺🐀

a/n: this post refers characters from stardew valley expanded so minor spoilers ahead? enjoy!

★ rest for the best - elliott x farmer ★

★ elliott is no stranger to sleep deprivation and delaying rest; he’s a writer after all and during his bachelor days, he would pull at least two all nighters a week

★ however, he manages to improve his sleep and get a good schedule, always going to bed at 10pm and waking up by 6am or sooner, a nice 8 hours of rest

★ after marriage and moving into the farmhouse he notices that you tend to overwork yourself during the first week of each season, running around the town and the farm as you attempt to hoe, sow, and water your seeds

★ at first, elliott tries to help you out, he offers to water some crops and so on but you always deny his help, saying that you had everything under control

★ yet, by the third day of the season, you're barely able to hold your watering can, elliott has to intervene

★ he picks you up and sets the watering can aside, carrying you back to the farmhouse and into your shared bedroom; he lays you on the bed and informs you that you're on bedrest until you can hold up the watering gun again

★ you protest, saying that the season's demands were particularly high, but elliott is having none of that! he reassures you that he will take care of everything and get help from the other farmers, such as andy and susan

★ you whine to elliott about being put in bed jail but the sleep deprivation finally catches up with you and you fall asleep before you could try to escape

★ elliott spends the remainder of the week setting up the crops for the season with andy and susan helping him out, he ends up learning a good thing or two about the farming life that he didn't know before

★ by the time you recover, elliott has the fields all ready for the crops to flourish, he does a pretty great job under andy and susan's guidance

★ you thank him and promise that you would work on your sleep schedule, to which elliott gives you a peck on the lips and reassures you that you will be able to do so, as well as to remember that rest is vital to being a successful farmer

[ride-thedragon]

How would you write Nettles in the season if it was you adapting it? Curious to hear your thoughts and how would you introduce her character,

Oh my goodness.

Thank you for giving me this platform.

HOW I WOULD WRITE NETTLES IN S2.

Episodes 1 - 3

First thing, we introduce her as an Alladin/ Robin Hood character. Demonize the greens and by proxy Viserys for all I care, but Nettles isn't just starting to be hungry. She steals and does it well but is moral about it. Go the easy route and have her share with a kid, or teach a child how to get clams or even leave all the coins she does have for bread. She can have a job or two, but she has a need to provide for more than herself because she was a kid once.

We also see her selling Addam goat. They seem closer than strangers. Like he sees her often enough. She even gives him her congratulations on Alyn returning

Later on, we see that she is a bar maid as well this time with a little less clothes but a face veil. We get the notion that she doesn't like it, but she has to work two jobs because people pay her less due to the scar. The boys can see her again, or someone can allude to the idea that she's never in the same place in a day. They don't know much about her.

Episodes 4-6

We meet her washing blood of her hands from killing and bleeding a sheep. First job introduction for the goat selling. We see Nettles has a place in the Driftmark eco system. She's a member of their society, scar and all. Have people condescend about her, be like she was a thief, look at the scar, but I made her into what she is. She doesn't have that connection to anyone.

Then after that, we see her wandering, just behind people on to grass, then unto a hill with a pan down of a sheep in between the time for both jobs. And we all know why but we will leave it be for now.

Episodes 7 to 8

News about Addam reaches her, and all of a sudden, she looks scared. The first full dialogue with get from her is about what they are doing with the seeds who do that. If he's okay and then she hears about the sowing. Someone says Sheepstealer kills anyone he comes near, so they don't understand why people try. She tries to fight back a smile, but you can tell she's fond of something in the conversation.

We see the same motion. This time, we see the origin of the sheep as one she 'borrows' from another butcher or a run away sheep from herding and carries it up to feed the dragon. She's talking to him like a person as he eats, and you hear someone coming up on another side. She hides in the cave behind her (she clearly trusts this dragon). we see Sheepstealer massacre a random seed with Cannibal and when Cannibal tries to sniff out Nettles, he gets really defensive.

Cannibal flies of and Nettles kind of feel the bond build, he heels, and she climbs on her boy for their first flight, but we don't see her at the table with the seeds.

She's the last claimer in the narrative and yet very undecided on what that means or what to do, We hear her curse for the first time, and the season closes out.

So yeah, she'd be kinda subdued and away because she does exist at a lot of intersections in the narrative. I'm tying to Addam for the bastard association, but we never hear it from her, giving us the mysterious parentage arc. She starts to claim Sheepstealer early because he's on a quicker route to work that people clearly don't take, and it makes it easier. She can tell he's hungry, too. That's where the smart and fearless association comes from. She isn't foul-mouthed just yet, but cursing on dragon back is a great way and reason to be labelled. I think that's how you do it.

[greenwitchcrafts]

Sage

Salvia officinalis

Known as: Common sage, green sage, garden sage, meadow sage, culinary sage & true sage

Related plants: A member of the of the mint family Lamiaceae that includes plants such as basil, mint, rosemary, sage, savory, marjoram, oregano, hyssop, thyme, lavender & perilla as well as catnip, salvia, bee balm, wild dagga & oriental motherwort.

Parts used: Leaves & stems

Habitat and cultivation: This evergreen subshrub is native to the Mediterranean region with it's mild to cool, rainy winters & warm to hot, dry summers.

Plant type: Perennial

Region: Zone 5-8 your sage will grow as a hardy perennial. However in the humid climates of zones 9 & farther south, sage is usually an annual, as it does not easily tolerate summer heat & humidity.

Harvest: Harvest lightly in the first year to ensure the plant grows fully. After the first year, be sure to leave a few stalks so that the plant can rejuvenate in the future & If fully established, one plant can be harvested up to three times in one season.

Planting tips: Plant in full sun & plants should be two feet apart. Sage should be planted in well draining soil like a sandy or loamy soil with good drainage. Wet soils can cause rot and be fatal to the plant. The easiest and best way to start sage is from a small plant, but you can also sow seeds up to two weeks before the last frost date.

Medicinal information: Taking sage by mouth seems to improve memory and thinking skills in healthy adults & taking it for four weeks can improve menopause symptoms. One study found that drinking tea made from sage both raised antioxidant defenses and lowered LDL or “bad” cholesterol. It also could be used for pain after surgery, lung cancer, sore throat, sunburn, and many other conditions. Sage leaves have been used in traditional medicine as a treatment for diabetes.

Cautions: Sage is possibly unsafe when taken in high doses or for a long time due to a chemical called thujone. Too much thujone can cause seizures and damage the liver and nervous system. Thujone can also bring on a menstrual period, which could cause a miscarriage so taking sage during pregnancy is not advised. It may also reduce milk production while chest feeding.

Magickal properties

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Jupiter

Element: Air

Deities: Chiron, Consus, Jupiter, Obatala & Zeus

Magickal uses:

• Use the leaves for tea for communion of Jupiter or in any workings involved with the planet & grounding

• Burn to find clarity & wisdom while asking difficult questions

• Write a wish on Sage leaf and burn it to release your intention

• Place a Sage leaf in your wallet to attract money

• Include in feminine fertility spells to boost your chances of success

• Add Sage oil incense or herbs to any spell to temper the results with wisdom

• Burn during a funeral & memorial to facilitate healthy grief and bonding with the spirits of those who passed on

• Use spells to alleviate grief & steady emotions

• Put in a satchet to carry from protection from negative energies & influences

• Burn to cleanse your home, clear negative energies & increase your intuition

• Rub sage on your forehead before divination to increase the accuracy of your results

• Pick twelve leaves at midnight on Christmas Eve to see a vision of your future husband(without damaging the bush)

• Write your desire on a sage leafe & place it under your pillow for three days. If you dream of your desire, it will soon materialize. If not, bury the sage.

[lelanida]

Let's open our wings and fly as high as the eye can see. Let's dive into the white fluffy clouds. Let's relax on the flower meadows and mossy stones. This kingdom steals the hearts of travelers with its beauty and ease. It overshadows the featureless dunes of Isle of Dawn. Welcome to the world where the ancestors achieved harmony with the beings of light. Welcome to the Daylight Prairie.

This place greets us right after we have recieved our cape. The Daylight Prairie seems to be an ideal realm, an ideal habitat for creatures of light. And I can't disagree with that. This place, unlike all other kingdoms, literally screams harmony with light. It is on the Prairie that we see butterfly catchers, bird nests and bells leading us. It is in the Prairie that Days of Nature are held, which are entirely dedicated to unity with the beings of light. In addition, the Prairie contains a large number of symbols of the Megabird herself. Gold, flowers, birds and bells. It's probably surprising to hear this from me, but the Daylight Prairie was the capital of Megabird worship. The spiritual center of her entire cult. And I was ready to believe it.

There was not a single evidence of the presence of another entity or another type of energy in this realm. The Daylight Prairie is perfect in its own... "lightnessness".

A mysterious altar, closed with 8 locks. This is a very strange, paranormal place. Skykids run through it in a hurry every day, not considering it necessary to enjoy the atmosphere of this place. But there is something fascinating about this location. It's magical. Maybe it's the isolation of this place, or maybe it's the difficulty of getting there. Anyway, all my life I considered this place to be an altar for Megabird. Eight pedestals, displayed in a circle and decorated with gold ornaments. Well, that's clearly Megabird. Everything was working out. Until two curious spirits came to this place with the intention of holding a festival here. And what happened next turned everything around.

The sounds of laughter and bells ringing. They have awakened this place from a long slumber. The empty altars lit up with new colors, releasing a column of energy unprecedented up to that moment into the sky. It wasn't a Megabird. We are too familiar with her handwriting to confuse it with someone else's. In the days of Color, we were dealing with something else. Someone else.

Prismix. Their name is Prismix. They are a little spirit of love and fun. A nymph or a satyr, if you transfer it to Greek mythology. They are active only during their holiday - Days of Color. This festival is held at the very beginning of summer, when nature is at its peak and the sun shines brightest in the sky. This is a celebration of love. Love for family, soulmate, friends and, of course, for yourself. The Primix awakens once a year for this celebration. They sow joy throughout the festival, and when people leave their altar, they peacefully falls asleep in it. Until next year.

The cults of Megabird and Prismix did not conflict with each other. Because the cult of Prismix did not exist as such. Prismix didn't need anything like that. They were never a full-fledged deity. They can't even leave their altar. All this spirit wanted was to bring smiles to the faces of the people of the Prairie. What a naive wish.

When Alef arrived on the Prairie with the desire to get rid of all the other gods, Ayin thought about it. Is it worth killing Prismix? He has done nothing to deserve such a fate. Instead of killing them, like the Four of the isle, Ain suggested a more peaceful way to get rid of this creature. There is no need to try to forcibly lock them in the altar if you can just not wake them up. It was a very neat decision. All the symbols of Prismix were removed from their altar and safely hidden. And the altar itself was closed with 8 locks and forgotten forever.

But now Prismix has awakened. And they hasn't changed. They are still cheerful, naive and happy. It doesn't matter to them who stands in front: a living person, a dead spirit or a child of light. Everyone deserves to be happy. I don't think Prismix's little head is designed to understand the horror of what happened in this world. 

 

After all these years, they finally had friends. The two spirits that had accidentally awakened them. Now they have become their prophets, and year after year they return to this place with new ideas to make the Days of Color unforgettable. And the elder of the Daylight Prairie, through his slumber, hears the laughter of little Prismix, and thinks how things could have turned out differently.

[exoticalmonde]

Hello there!

I'm Exotic_Almonde, but I go by Evealia (Eve for short).

I have lots of games I love and I talk about them here, in addition to writing fanfics, book commentary and showing off the art my friends create when they're too shy or hesitant to do so.

Here we collect husbands and gush about art. Feel warned, because once I start, I never shut up.

For Archiving purposes, this librarian friend of yours is going to compile a list of things I've written about so far:

Favourite CC Music

Arknights OSTs Top 20 of Eve's Favourite Songs for December 2023 /Part I/

Arknights OSTs Top 20 of Eve's Favourite Songs for December 2023 /Part II/

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YumeShip Charts

Valentine's Day Arknights /Part I/

Valentine's Day Arknights /Part II/

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Dr. Evealia Operator Records

Three Year Anniversary

SweetPool (Game)

Watching Hakuoki /Demon of The Fleeting Blossom/

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Guiding Ahead Rerun /Part I/

Guiding Ahead Rerun /Part II/

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Annihilation XIX - Rest Avenue

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Arknights Chapter XI - Return To Mist

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Arknights, Chapter XII - All Quiet Under The Thunder

Chapter XII All Eepy Under The Rainy Day

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That's Me On the Lone Trail

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Stultifera Guiding

Stultifera Guiding Continues

Stultifairing The Navis (With Dr. Kryo)

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Phantom and Crimson Solitaire but the part where Dr. Eve is reading where the mission is situated + history + collectibles

IS2 also known as Phantom & Crimson Solitaire but the Part where I learn about some of the Lore via Operator Records

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Hortus de Escapismo Dr. Evealia's Reaction / Part I/

Hortus de Escapismo Dr. Evealia's Reaction / Part II/

Hortus de Escapismo Dr. Evealia's Reaction / Part III/

HE-6 After

HE-8

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Lundi is a RAT

Targonian Diet

Moonboy, My Darling Aphelios

The Gaming Fandom

Spirit Blossom Festival (League of Legends)

Does LeBlanc know about Cinnamon Toast Crunch?

Big Head, Bad News

Sett League Of Legends is SO cute

Is it exEcutor or execUtor?

Zhongli ASMR

Reading Hoederer's File Before It Was Official

Simple Communication

Mlynar's Flaws

Generally Insane

Designated Medic - Lappland

Sweet Dreams

The Echoes Are Going To Linger...

So Mean To Me...

Dr. Ratio, HSR

Argenti, HSR

I'm a Leithanien Enjoyer

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Wriothesley Dog

My Favourite Chicken on The Farm

Monsters

Leaffeu Art Dump

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Movie Night (Suzume)

Mr Mlynar Yo

The Ultimate Support

You Got That x Guiding Ahead /Dr. Pinkie Remix/

LaterUno

Doc and Gaul

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part I/

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part II/

Pinkie Worship For Skalter

A Glimpse Into The Yumeship Fic I'm Writing

A Song About Bread |But It's Our Arknights Doctors|

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part III/

I Promised An Update On Pulls for Zwillingstürme im Herbst

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part IV/

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part V/

Dr. Pinkie's Module Graph

The Maiden-Goose Spectrum

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part VI/

We Let Her Frolic Once In A While

An Angle or Devl Doodle

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part VII/

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It's CC12 Time

Gushing About Hoederer OST

I'M A SILVERASH HAVER NOW

Surviving The Horrors /Part -III/

Surviving The Horrors With A Big Heart And Empty Pockets

Surviving The Horrors /Waiting For Hoederer/

Surviving The Horrors /Part I/

Surviving The Horrors /Part II/

Surviving The Horrors /Part III/

Surviving The Horrors /Part IV/

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My Arknights 6-star Tier List /Updated/

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Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion /Gacha/

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part I)

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part II)

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part III)

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part IV)

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part V)

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Arknights - Zwillingstürme im Herbst Event /Part I/

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Eveknights IS-S-5 CM /video/

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Here A People Sows /Gacha Results/

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The Evealia Guide Through Babel (event) /Part I/

The Evealia Guide Through Babel (event) /Part II/

The Evealia Guide Through Babel (event) /Part III/

The Evealia Guide Through Babel (event) /Part IV/

TBC

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Giving to the Needy (Deuteronomy 15:7–11)

1 “Be careful not to perform your acts of charity before men to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven.

2 So when you give to the needy, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by men. Truly I tell you, they already have their full reward. 3 But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, 4 so that your giving may be in secret. And your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will Himself reward you openly.

The Lord’s Prayer (Luke 11:1–4)

5 And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites. For they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men. Truly I tell you, they already have their full reward. 6 But when you pray, go into your inner room, shut your door, and pray to your Father, who is unseen. And your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you openly.

7 And when you pray, do not babble on like pagans, for they think that by their many words they will be heard. 8 Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask Him.

9 So then, this is how you should pray: ‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Your name.

10 Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

11 Give us this day our daily bread.

12 And forgive us our debts, as we also forgive our debtors.

13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.’

14 For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. 15 But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive yours.

Proper Fasting

16 When you fast, do not be somber like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces to show men they are fasting. Truly I tell you, they already have their full reward. 17 But when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, 18 so that your fasting will not be obvious to men, but only to your Father, who is unseen. And your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.

Treasures in Heaven (Luke 12:32–34)

19 Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20 But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

The Lamp of the Body (Luke 11:33–36)

22 The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light. 23 But if your eyes are bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness, how great is that darkness!

24 No one can serve two masters: Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.

Do Not Worry (Luke 12:22–31)

25 Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air: They do not sow or reap or gather into barns—and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

28 And why do you worry about clothes? Consider how the lilies of the field grow: They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his glory was adorned like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

31 Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the Gentiles strive after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you.

34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about the things of itself. Today has enough trouble of its own. — Matthew 6 | Majority Standard Bible (MSB) The Majority Standard Bible is in the public domain Cross References: Exodus 22:2; Exodus 34:7; Ruth 1:6; Ruth 3:3; 2 Samuel 7:26; 2 Samuel 12:20; 1 Kings 3:13; 1 Kings 10:4; 1 Kings 18:21; 1 Kings 18:26; 2 Kings 4:33; 2 Kings 17:41; 1 Chronicles 29:11; 2 Chronicles 9:4; Job 24:16; Job 35:11; Job 38:41; Psalm 22:28; Psalm 32:1; Psalm 38:9; Psalm 39:5; Psalm 90:6; Psalm 103:20; Psalm 111:5; Psalm 112:3; Proverbs 20:6; Proverbs 25:22; Proverbs 30:8; Ecclesiastes 5:2; Isaiah 5:20; Isaiah 26:20; Isaiah 58:5; Jeremiah 17:10; Jeremiah 45:5; Hosea 14:5; Matthew 3:2; Matthew 5:7; Matthew 5:15; Matthew 7:2; Matthew 8:26; Matthew 10:19; Matthew 18:35; Matthew 20:15; Matthew 23:5; Matthew 23:9; Mark 7:22; Mark 10:21; Mark 11:25; Luke 6:24; Luke 10:41; Luke 12:11; Luke 12:22; Luke 12:33-34; Luke 18:11; Acts 3:12; Philippians 4:6; Philippians 4:19; 1 Peter 5:7

What does Matthew chapter 6 mean?

Key Events in Matthew 6

1. Giving to the Needy 5. The Lord's Prayer 16. Proper Fasting 19. Store up Treasures in Heaven 25. Do Not Worry 33. but seek God's kingdom.

[mariacallous]

U.S. adversaries are likely to try to undermine confidence in the outcome of the upcoming presidential election, stoke unrest, and boost their preferred candidates even after polls close on Nov. 5, according to a newly declassified assessment released by the Office of the Director of National Intelligence (ODNI) on Tuesday.

“Iran and Russia are probably willing to at least consider tactics that could foment or contribute to violent protests, and may threaten, or amplify threats of, physical violence,” according to the assessment, which was prepared on Oct. 8. 

The seven-page memorandum also says Tehran’s efforts to assassinate former President Donald Trump and other former U.S. officials are likely to persist after Election Day regardless of the result.  

Foreign governments, most notably China, Iran, and Russia, are better positioned now than in previous elections to exploit opportunities to sow chaos in the days and weeks after the vote, having drawn important lessons from the 2020 presidential election, which was marked by a drawn-out count and efforts by Trump and his allies to challenge the results. 

“Many of these countries did not have a full appreciation for the various election processes that happen after polls close, and now that they have greater awareness of the significance, they have greater ability to attempt to disrupt them,” an ODNI official said in a call with reporters on Tuesday. 

In December 2020, Iranian cyberactors were believed to have been behind the creation of a website called “Enemies of the People” that contained death threats against U.S. election officials, according to previous notices released by the FBI. Iranian actors also published personally identifiable information about U.S. officials in a bid to incite violence.

According to the ODNI memo, foreign adversaries are likely to use well-honed tools such as online influence operations, including “potentially physical threats or violence” in the wake of what is expected to be one of the most closely contested U.S. elections in living memory. 

Intelligence officials have issued routine warnings in recent months that Beijing, Moscow, and Tehran are working to sow division and undermine confidence in the integrity of the election—efforts that are likely to accelerate in the waning days of the campaign, particularly on social media, the ODNI official said. 

The official noted that recent intelligence indicated that Moscow was likely behind a recent unevidenced claim circulating on social media and amplified by conservative influencers that Democratic vice presidential candidate Tim Walz assaulted a former student earlier in his career. 

U.S. intelligence believes that while foreign adversaries likely have the technical capability to access some U.S. election-related networks and systems, they are unlikely to try to interfere with the tallying of votes out of concern that it could prompt Washington to retaliate. 

An official from the Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency said the highly decentralized nature of the election system as well as the widespread use of paper ballots and the fact that voting machines are not connected to the internet made it highly unlikely that a foreign power could manipulate the vote at scale without being detected. 

Intelligence officials have long singled out China, Iran, and Russia as most actively engaged in efforts to sway U.S. elections, but the countries have different intentions in doing so. With both Democrats and Republicans in Washington staking out a hawkish line on China, Beijing has sought to focus its efforts on down-ballot races at the state and local levels that it perceives to be in its interests. 

Tehran has sought to undermine the Trump campaign, with three Iranians recently indicted by the Justice Department for hacking into the email accounts of campaign officials. 

Russia presents the most active foreign influence threat to the election, the ODNI official said, and is likely to be “more aggressive” in its efforts to sow chaos should Vice President Kamala Harris win, noting Moscow’s preference for a second Trump presidency.

[koyagifs]

shattered trust

pairing: Ravenclaw!Hongjoong x Hufflepuff!reader au: harry potter genre: angst | fluff | Summary: as the years go by, you never noticed the dark side of your lover.

Warning(s):

Some cursing, their ages will be aged up a bit! This fic is not meant to reflect how Ateez are in real life. This is a fanfic.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14

st masterlist | ateez masterlist

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a few weeks ago - when mina asked to talk to hongjoong alone

Hongjoong was angered. He felt hurt and betrayed, the words swirling in his mind like a tempest. How could you lie to him? To say you’d go to the Yule Ball with him when you were planning to leave him for Mingi?

Mina’s words rang clear in his head, her sly grin as she whispered the accusations. “Yn’s going to the ball with Mingi,” she had said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “She was just waiting for the right moment to drop you.”

As he strode through the bustling halls of Hogwarts, each step felt heavier, the excitement of the upcoming Yule Ball turning into a weight on his chest. He wanted to believe you, to trust that you’d never betray him, but doubt clawed at him like a dark creature.

Whenever you sought him out, Hongjoong’s resolve weakened. He could see you approaching from a distance, your smile brightening the dreary corridor, and his heart would race—not with joy, but with fear. Fear of what he might say, fear of confronting the nagging whispers in his mind. Each time you called his name, he felt that familiar instinct to retreat, to run away from the conversation he dreaded.

Today was no different. As you rounded a corner, catching sight of him standing near a window, you brightened, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “Hongjoong!” you called, waving slightly.

But instead of feeling the warmth of your greeting, panic flooded through him. The image of you with Mingi, laughing and dancing, flickered in his mind like a haunting specter. He turned abruptly, his heart racing, and walked quickly in the opposite direction.

“Wait!” You called after him, your voice laced with confusion and concern. “Hongjoong, please!”

Days turned into weeks, and the distance between you grew. Each time he saw you laughing with Mingi and the others, it twisted like a knife in his heart. The way you lit up around them only fueled the doubts in his mind. Mina’s words echoed relentlessly, sowing seeds of jealousy and fear. “See? You’re losing her,” she’d say, her voice smooth and dripping with false sympathy. “Mingi’s just waiting for you to mess up.”

Hongjoong felt like he was caught in a never-ending loop of turmoil. Whenever he spotted you in the courtyard, surrounded by friends, his heart would race—not from the joy of seeing you but from the overwhelming dread of what he might discover. Each time you turned to him with that hopeful smile, he would look away, pretending to be preoccupied with his own friends, swallowing the lump in his throat.

It didn’t help that he was ignoring you. Every time he did, you seemed to grow closer to Mingi. He could see the way you shared jokes, the warmth in your laughter, and it felt like daggers to his heart. Even in class, when you would exchange glances, he’d look down at his notes, convinced that he was pushing you further away.

“Hongjoong, are you okay?” Seonghwa asked one afternoon as they walked through the halls. “You’ve been really distant lately.”

“I’m fine,” he replied, a bit too quickly, and Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

Mingi was the last one to approach him, out of the whole friend group. As the others drifted away, leaving Hongjoong alone with his turmoil, Mingi walked over, a mix of concern and determination on his face. But Hongjoong, blinded by anger and hurt, couldn’t see Mingi’s genuine worry. All he could think about was how you laughed with Mingi, how you lit up in his presence, and it twisted something deep inside him.

“Hey, Hongjoong! You good?” Mingi asked, his tone light but tinged with an underlying concern.

“Yeah, I’m just great. Living the dream,” Hongjoong shot back, venom lacing his words. He couldn’t help it; it felt like the only armor he had left.

Mingi’s expression faltered, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Uh, okay… just checking in. Yn is really concerned for you,” he said, trying to keep his tone even.

“Concerned?” Hongjoong echoed, scoffing. “Maybe she should be worried about the company she keeps.” His voice dripped with bitterness, and he could see Mingi’s confusion morphing into disappointment.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mingi asked, his brow furrowing.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Hongjoong shot back, unable to contain the surge of jealousy and anger. “You’re always around her, laughing, making jokes. It feels like you’re just waiting for me to mess up so you can step in.”

Mingi opened his mouth to protest but paused as Mina approached, her arm wrapping around Hongjoong with a casual familiarity. A smug look spread across her face, and it was clear she was ready to play her cards right.

“Hey, babe, ready for our study date?” she chimed, her tone sugary sweet, the kind that sent a chill down Hongjoong’s spine.

He could see Mingi’s expression harden, disappointment shifting to annoyance. “Babe, huh?” he echoed, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his voice.

Mina batted her eyelashes innocently, an insufferable smile on her face. “Oh, sorry, Mingi. I’m going to the ball with Hongjoong now,” she said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness.

The air thickened with tension as Mingi’s brows knitted together. “You can’t just—” he started, frustration rising in his voice.

“Why not?” Mina interrupted, her expression unfazed. “You think I’m not allowed to change my mind? Besides, Hongjoong and I have a history together.”

Mingi shook his head, disbelief etched across his face. “Whatever. I hope Yn dumps you now, Hongjoong. You don’t deserve her,” he shot back, his voice laced with anger.

Hongjoong scoffed, his frustration bubbling over. “As if you wouldn’t take this as a chance to have her all to yourself,” he shot back, eyes narrowing.

Mingi stepped closer, his expression hardening. “That’s not fair. I’m trying to be a good friend to both of you, not compete for her attention. I care about you, too.”

“Care about me?” Hongjoong laughed bitterly. “You’re so eager to step in when I mess up. Makes me wonder if you’re just waiting for me to fail.”

Mingi’s eyes flashed with hurt, but he held his ground. “You think I want you to fail? I’m not your enemy, Hongjoong. I’m trying to help you see what’s really happening.”

“Help me? By jumping in every time I make a mistake?” Hongjoong shot back, his frustration boiling over. “It feels less like help and more like you’re just waiting for me to stumble.”

“I’m not waiting for anything,” Mingi replied, his voice steady despite the emotion swirling in his eyes. “I’m just trying to be there for you because I care. But if you keep pushing me away, it’s not going to end well for you—or for Yn.”

Without waiting for Hongjoong to respond, Mingi turned and stormed off, fuming and in disbelief. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the hall, leaving Hongjoong alone with the weight of their argument.

A knot of guilt twisted in his stomach. He watched Mingi’s retreating figure, feeling the tension in the air linger like a bad omen. Was he really pushing away the one person who genuinely cared for him? The realization stung more than he expected.

Without getting another second to think, Mina had drugged him away.

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Hongjoong wanted to fix things with you. He wanted to apologize, to beg on his knees for your forgiveness if that’s what it took. The weight of regret hung heavily on him as he searched for you, desperate to make things right.

A few of your fellow Hufflepuffs caught his eye and mentioned you’d be by the lake. His heart raced as he rushed down, the cool air hitting him like a splash of cold water. He could feel the urgency in his veins; he needed to reach you before it was too late.

But when he arrived at the lake, his heart dropped. There you were, surrounded by a few of your friends, your shoulders shaking as you cried. The sight pierced him like a dagger, and he felt his breath caught in his throat. He wanted to run to you, to comfort you, but he hesitated, not wanting to intrude on the moment.

Your friends looked concerned, offering words of comfort, but Hongjoong could see the pain etched on your face. It was a heartbreaking sight, one that ignited a storm of guilt and helplessness within him. He felt the weight of every harsh word he had exchanged with Mingi press down on him.

He wanted to go to you, but his feet felt glued to the ground. As he tried to speak, nothing came out, the words caught in his throat. He was paralyzed by a mix of fear and guilt, unsure of how to bridge the distance between you.

Just then, he heard Mina's voice behind him, cutting through the haze of his thoughts. " you'll be a fool if you thought it was going to be easy to just leave me Joongie" she said, her tone laced with sarcasm

Hongjoong’s heart sank further. He turned to face her, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Mina tapped on his cheek, before forcing him to watch the scene before him.

“You're going to watch Mingi comfort your oh-so-wonderful girlfriend,” she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

As he looked back at you, the sight twisted like a knife in his gut. Mingi knelt beside you, his demeanor gentle as he spoke softly, trying to soothe your tears. The way you leaned into him, your expression a mix of vulnerability and relief, ignited a surge of jealousy and frustration within Hongjoong.

Hongjoong's heart ached as he was forced to witness how Mingi comforted you. Every soft word Mingi spoke, every gentle touch of his hand on your back, felt like a dagger to Hongjoong’s heart. It hurt to see Mingi looking at you the way he once did—eyes filled with admiration, concern, and warmth.

His breath caught in his throat, each moment stretching painfully as he realized how much he had taken for granted. He had let his fears and insecurities drive a wedge between you, and now he was watching someone else step into the role he had neglected.

Mina’s voice was a dull echo in the background, but Hongjoong could barely register her words. All he could focus on was you, the way your features softened as you spoke to Mingi, a small, tentative smile breaking through your tears.

His heart raced, but the sight of Mingi holding his hand out for you to grab ignited a fire of anger within him. Hongjoong felt the blood rush to his ears as you accepted Mingi's gesture, your fingers intertwining with his. It was a moment that felt like a betrayal, each second stretching painfully as he watched the connection between you both grow.

Behind him, Mina was smirking, her eyes closed in satisfaction. She reveled in the chaos she had sown, knowing all too well how much this moment would sting.

“Look at you, Hongjoong,” she taunted, her voice a mocking whisper. Her hand gripping onto her wand tightly as Hongjoong fist clench.

“Just standing there while Mingi swoops in. You let this happen.” She giggled, as the words let her lips. Her wand pointing towards Hongjoong.