#I said if one person (1!!) asks me for more i shall provide

[beggamoth]

To Wed A Dragon. pt 2

summary | Viserys I Targaryen, being geopolitical genius he is, arranges a marriage between his dangerously serpentine second son Aemond and a wildling of pure First Men blood: the elusive Omega daughter Daemon left rotting in Runestone. It’s all bread and circuses and targcest.

pairing | alpha!!aemond targaryen x fem!!omega!!reader with implied social anxiety

parts | 1 2 3

tags | TW!!! OMEGAVERSE!!! VERY OOC AEMOND!!! not proofread. i wal half dead when i was writing it so. slowburn (sort of). very very chopped english. consists of aemond’s journals. also vague helaegons in this part.

wordcount | 3,3k

any kind of feedback is highly appreciated!

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1st Moon, 128 AC. Three days post-scenting. The wind was rattling the windows. I was in a mood for conquest

It is time to court her.

As per tradition, both Andal and Valyrian, and as demanded by decorum, I have begun the official pursuit of Lady [name] Royce, my betrothed, my mirror opposite, my current academic project disguised as a person. Courtship, according to both the maesters and my mother, must be gentle. Considerate. Intentional. Signs of attention should not be suffocating so that the future mate does not leap headfirst but leave enough room for them to have a misconception of having a choice in the matter.

They have clearly never courted a creature who looks like she might bolt at the sound of her own name.

ADVICE RECEIVED (Most of it Unasked For, and All of it Questionable):

Alicent, exasperated, very opinionated on the matter of courtship but barely experienced one of her own:

“Ask about her interests. Write her a short poem. Compliment her mind. She may appear shy, but she’ll highly appreciate your attention.”

Yes, Mother. I shall compose an ode to her inability to make small talk.

Criston Cole (eternally bitter and inexplicably proud of it):

“Be gallant. Provide gifts of use. Things that show you think of her needs.”

I considered giving her a ten foot pole or a thick veil so she’ll have more ways to avoid eye contact.

Aegon (for some reason shirtless, half-lying on a chaise, playing with Helaena’s hair):

“Just pin her to a wall and tell her she’s pretty. Worked for me.”

Yes, brother. And now you have enough bastard children for us to never worry about the end of the Targaryen line. Helaena (lying with her stomach on Aegon’s lap, reading a book upside down)

“Make a trail of honey cakes from her solar to yours. Can’t promise that she’ll be smitten, but you’ll have her attention.”

…All right. This one may be the most efficient I’ve received so far.

COURTSHIP STRATEGY, WEEK ONE:

Gift #1: A first edition on Old Vale legends. With vivid illustrations that prevailed their first colours.

She received it with the enthusiasm of a tree being shown fire. Mumbled “thank you” like it was putting a strain on her vocal cords.

Gift #2: A small potted herb known to soothe nerves.

She asked if it was “meant to imply something.” I said yes. She did not laugh. Neither did I.

Gift #3: A dragon figurine carved from obsidian.

She flinched when I handed it to her. Not because it frightened her—because she thought she might drop it. I told her it was just stone. She looked like I’d insulted its honor.

SOCIAL EXPERIMENTS (Results Inconclusive):

It'd been a surprisingly hot winter. Anemic, you might say. The paths in godswood in the Red Keep were eroded by the rain and became wet as clay. The Weirwood tree was rustling above us. I sat beside her on sprawling white roots. Close. Not indecent, but enough that our sleeves brushed and I found myself in a vacuum of her scent - maple and that sweet thing whose name is unlikely to be found in any language. Anyway, it made the hairs on my scruff stand up.

Meanwhile, she began reciting trade routes aloud under her breath, as if invoking shipping lanes would exorcise my proximity.

I asked her about her favorite book.

She blinked once. Said:

“The one where everyone dies before the ending. No one talks in it.”

(She is either a genius or indeed mentally challenged. Possibly both.)

I offered to spar in the yard, half-joking. She responded:

“I’d rather be hit by a carriage.”

I liked that one, actually.

If some brave fool finds this journal and decides to laugh at my failed transgressions-- I dare him. Because criticism is something we can avoid easily by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing.

Either way, I can't call it a failure.

At no point has she refused me. That is the linchpin in this operation. She has not said no. Has not run. Has not, to my knowledge, attempted escape via hidden passage or came to my mother begging to annul the engagement.

This is tacit permission.

I think she simply doesn’t know what to do with me. Most don’t. She is disoriented by my attention – like a little shivering rabbit pulled out of its hiding place by a fox. (There’s something beautiful in that. In being someone else’s overwhelming.)

I believe it is working.

Not quickly. Not visibly. It would be the peak of naivety to expect her to throw herself at my neck and shower my face with kisses if I handed her a dandelion or a recite stanza of Fyron's in Common Tongue adaptation. Not at all.

But I see the signs:

She no longer looks mortified when I sit beside her.

She only stammers when spoken to directly, not peripherally.

And from what her maid said, she keeps the dragon statue I gave her on the mantelpiece. The most prominent place in the room.

A lesser man might interpret her discomfort as rejection.

But I am not lesser.

Her uncertainty is not refusal, but it is formation. A thing taking shape under pressure.

She will come to want me. Perhaps already does.

And if she doesn’t… well.

I am very good at making people think they do.

[margin sketch] Aemond’s drawing of the courtyard: himself in elegant posture, offering a book. [name]: hiding behind a bush, labeled “Bush of Emotional Avoidance.” Caption: “Courtship: Going Very Well.” ____________________________________________________

1st Moon of 128 AC, midday.

She did it.

She reciprocated. Or tried to.

And gods help me—I responded with all the grace of a marble statue nodding at a crying child.

She wants to match me. I can see it. The hesitance isn’t fear now—it’s shame. Performance anxiety. Which, I must say, is fascinating to watch in real time.

Today, it happened.

THE CONTEXT:

It was the beginning of the year. It was warm, hot even. It was as if evil forces had tempted the spring to show a sign, and it had rushed into the red keep a few moons early to make a commotion.

I was in the library. Alone, ostensibly. I had no desire to go outside to look at the buds bursting prematurely. And then there she was, hovering near the fireplace like the ghost of Hamlet's father. No retinue. No buffer.

She was holding—gods help us all—a sachet.

Cloth. Stitched. Ridiculous.

One of those scent pouches maiden Omegas sometimes make when they’re still fresh from their moonblood and haven’t yet learned shame. But this one had effort. Clearly stuffed with herbs and—something richer beneath. Her. Not in full heat, but close enough that the scent had ripened into maple.

She held it out.

“I…” she began. “I thought… you might want this. It’s not strong. Just—something for when you’re away.”

The earnestness. The sheer catastrophe of it.

She was blushing so hard she looked sunburned. Her fingers, red from the needlework, were trembling slightly—likely from nerves, or effort, or from the sheer strain of doing something. Her scent was pulled taut like a bowstring.

And what did I do?

MY RESPONSE (EXACT QUOTE, HANDWRITING SHAKY FROM LINGERING SHAME):

“How quaint.”

HOW QUAINT.

I said it. I said it. With the tone of a lord admiring a child’s clay dragon with four legs and one wing.

I never meant to mock it. I was—impressed? Amused? Touched, in the way one is touched when a bird lands on your shoulder and doesn’t shit on you?

But the words came out wrong. Or perhaps perfectly in keeping with who I am: someone so used to asserting authority that sincerity baffles me.

HER REACTION:

She blinked. Her eyes veiled with tears

Her mouth opened, then closed, and she gave a nod that was meant to be a shrug and failed at both. Then she set the sachet gently on the table beside me—like an offering at a tombstone—and said:

“Sorry. That was stupid.”

She turned, fast. The movement snapped. Like she’d been hit.

I didn’t stop her. I should have. I did try, belatedly, to say something—anything—but she was already halfway down the corridor, walking too fast, head ducked low.

Her scent lingered.

But it had changed.

No longer maple and warmth.

Just something sharp.

Like embarrassment.

Like trying not to cry.

[three paragraphs heavily blotted. Next page, written hours later]

I am not sorry.

Let me be clear.

I am not sorry for what I said, only for the response it provoked. There is a difference.

Her attempt—sweet, strange—was admirable in the way fledgling efforts often are. But it was not what I’m accustomed to. I did not scorn her. I simply reacted as I would to a performance unfit for the stage it presumed.

Apparently, this was the wrong approach.

Apparently, she is the kind of girl who mistakes discomfort for failure.

Fine.

Let her learn through spectacle.

OPERATION: APOLOGY,

Mission Objective: Show Lady [name] that I valued her gesture.

Subtextual Objective: Reassert dominance. Reclaim the narrative. Burnish my image as both romantic and superior.

What would most men do?

A letter? Weak.

A verbal apology? Unmemorable.

A second gift? Uninspired.

What did I do?

THE GESTURE:

I commissioned a tapestry.

Not a small one. A full-wall Vale-work tapestry, stitched by three master weavers overnight, featuring:

Her sigil entwined with mine. A map of Runestone rendered in gold thread. A seven-pointed star replaced with a stylized dragon eye. Vhagar’s, for the ones who know.

A line of text beneath, in High Valyrian:

“She Who Is Seen Shall Be Feared Not.”

(Because subtlety is for cowards.)

It was unveiled—publicly—during midday meal, hung behind her designated seat in the dining hall, with an appropriate flourish of music and actual scented petals scattered by handmaidens trained in choreographed petal-distribution.

I may have stood as it was revealed. And may have said aloud:

“For Lady [name], my betrothed. That she never doubt her place beside me.”

HER REACTION:

To call it “poor” would be like calling dragonfire “warm.”

She froze.

No. Worse. She locked. Every joint seized up. Her expression did not contort—it vacated. Her eyes widened, but there was no expression or rational thought behind them, only raw animalistic panic trying to claw its way out.

She stood. Abruptly. No curtsy, no word. Her chair scraped violently against the stone floor, a sound that seemed to rupture the air.

And then—

She bolted.

Half-walked, half-fled. Past lords and ladies. Past Alicent’s gasp and Aegon’s snort and Criston’s narrowed eyes.

I watched her go.

MARGIN SKETCH:

A very large tapestry with dramatic flames and glowing embroidery. In front of it, a stick-figure of [name] drawn mid-sprint, labeled “fleeing the scene of emotional crime.”

POST-MORTEM:

Mother came to my chambers that evening. She was... not pleased.

“You terrified her, Aemond,” she said, hand clutching the seven pointed star on her chest like she was considering whacking me with it.

“It was a grand gesture, a part of the courtship,” I said.

“It was a spectacle,” she snapped. “That girl can barely speak above a whisper, and you turned her into a performance!”

We ended up in an argument that led us nowhere, except my mother snatched all the hair oils back in retaliation. Woman’s pettiness knows no bounds, indeed.

BUT.

I do not regret the gesture.

It was labourious. Artistic. It was precise. It elevated her. It told her: you matter enough to move me to grandeur.

If that frightens her, then let her learn to stand taller.

Let her understand that being desired by a dragon is not a gentle thing. ______________________________________________________________

1st Moon of 128 AC

She is avoiding me.

Not subtly. Not in an attempt to play coy.

Systematically.

I have not seen her in three days, despite orchestrating half a dozen “accidental” routes through the Keep, the library, the godswood, the corridor that leads past the kitchens where she sometimes steals honeycakes, as Helaena had told me. She walked like a shadow among shadows and I would admire her art of folding herself like parchment if it didn't annoy the fuck out of me.

At first, I thought it was shyness. Shame. That I had overwhelmed her with my affections (true), and she needed time to recover (also true). So I gave her space.

Three days.

That was a mistake.

Because today, I heard something I was not meant to hear.

LOCATION: Alicent’s solar.

METHOD: Standing outside the partially open door under the pretense of inspecting the embroidery on a nearby tapestry.

WHAT I HEARD:

[name]. Speaking. In whole sentences.

“Please, Your Grace,” she said.

“I understand the arrangement was forged with intentions that—politically—seemed sound. But I do not feel safe. Not because he’s cruel. But because he’s so much. I’m not—I’m not strong enough to share a life with someone who ticks when my stitches are uneven and makes me look like a laughingstock to prove a point.”

I froze.

She wasn’t stammering.

She wasn’t whispering.

“I’m asking you��not out of disrespect, but fear—can you annul the engagement? Quietly? Please.”

My heart went very still.

ALICENT’S RESPONSE:

“[name]. Listen to me. This match came from the King’s own lips. He wanted Aemond to have something—someone—to anchor him. He believed your blood, your temperament, might calm him. Might balance him.”

“He said it would unite the family again. That you were a bridge.”

There was a pause.

“I don’t even know if he remembered which son he was talking about,” Alicent added, softly. “He may have meant Aegon. Or… gods, perhaps he thought Daeron was Aemond. But the decree was made. And it will not be unmade. You must—you must try. You won’t be the first woman and Omega in history to step over yourself for a man. If it will make you feel any better.”

Then silence.

Then—something even worse.

The sound of her crying quietly. The kind of crying where nothing moves except the breath.

And I stood there, behind the tapestry, like a complete fool, oblivious to the life of the Keep bustling around me. Enraged or embarrased – it is still hard to tell what I was supposed to feel.

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I met her in the inner yard the same day. She tried to walk past me with her head bowed, but I grabbed her forearm – firmer that I’ve expected from myself.

THE CONVERSATION (If One May Call It That):

Me: “So this is it? One little halt, and you’re sobbing on the knees of a Queen like a little girl? Do you really think that hiding like a rat will somehow make all the pressing matters less pressing?”

Her: “You’ve heard it.”

Her voice had heat in it. For once.

Her: “You don’t think you did anything wrong, do you?”

Me: “Lady [Name]. I think I did everything exactly as expected. If it wasn’t what you wanted—why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Her: “Because I didn’t know how to say, ‘you scare me,’ without you taking it as a compliment.”

I opened my mouth. She interrupted me before a word fell from my lips.

Her: “You look at me like I’m a part of some grand scheme that exists only in your head. You don’t actually see me. You see—some version of a wife who makes you feel like a king. And that’s not me.”

Her: “You don’t talk to me. You talk at me. Like I’m a locked door you’re very proud to be kicking in.”

Her: “I tried, Prince Aemond. I made that stupid sachet, and you laughed at it. You probably didn’t mean to, but it doesn’t matter. You think you’re being kind when really you’re just—overpowering. All the time. And you always look at me like I’m supposed to be grateful.”

She laughed. Laughed, short and disbelieving, the kind of laugh people give when something breaks clean in the chest.

Her: “But I’m not. I’m not grateful, damnit! I didn’t want this. I didn’t want you. I didn’t want to be married to the one person in the Seven Kingdoms who makes me feel like I’ve been handed a blade and told to hold it by the edge.”

“And gods help me,” she added, voice rising, cracking open, “I think I like you, and that makes it worse. Because you’re the worst man I could possibly be besotted with. And I hate it. I hate that you’re so convinced you’re always right.”

“And I hate that you’re not always wrong.”

THE MOMENT (Capital T, Capital M):

She turned around, her hair whipped in the air. With quick, jerky steps, she started walking away. I grabbed her shoulder.

Everything that followed it felt like some weird haze.

She pushed me. I clutched at her palm. She scratched me. I grabbed her chin.

It devolved into a childish brawl with the servants and courtiers looking on helplessly, because even in my weird state I would never have seriously hurt her, but I couldn't let her hurt me - just as I couldn't let her go. The mere thought of it made my teeth ache.

At one point, she sank her teeth into my palm. I hissed. And on inertia, I bit her shoulder, tearing through the fabric of her dress with my teeth.

We were breathing like animals. Both bleeding slightly. My fingers dug into her shoulders, bunching up thick woolen fabric I somehow managed to bite through. My mouth tasted like wool. Her mouth left a shallow mark on my palm.

Then it happened.

The scent broke.

All of it. Instinct.

I smelled her—maple and warmth, the damned sweet-throb of it—and it responded in me like a flare catching oil. My pulse kicked. My eye sharpened. My hands trembled like a boy’s.

It was a pulsing wave that starts low and rolls over the bones. A tightness in my spine. A need to punch a wall and then kneel in the Sept near the statue of Maiden until it wears off.

My body locked. My breath caught.

I released.

Not rut, not fully—but the prelude to it, sharp and possessive.

My scent wrapped around hers. She inhaled. Hers answered.

Permanent markers.

Teeth. Blood. All this and that..

Not enough to seal a mating bond—but enough to make it clear to any Alpha, Beta, or high-ranking bastard with a working nose:

She is no longer unclaimed.

We are scented.

Publicly. Permanently. Irreversibly.

Just scent and heat and the knowledge that if anyone touched her now I’d cut their fingers off.

Her face expressed absolute, abject horror.

She pulled away, slow, like she thought moving too fast would trigger an explosion. Her eyes were wet, wild.

“You—you ruined it.”

“You made it real.”

And then she ran. Again. But her scent clung to me like smoke on a burned house.

We were meant to suffer in symmetrical silence, not accidentally become half-mated in the middle of a shrubbery.

I cannot undo it.

And more than that—

I do not want to.

Now she’s mine. mine. mine.

[written with a lot of pressure on the quill, all letters of different sizes]

She can weep. She can beg. She can try to scrub me from her skin.

It’s too late.

We’ve begun.

And I intend to finish it.

MARGIN SKETCH: Aemond sitting in the dust, raising one hand in the air, face solemn. Labeled: "Silence, brain. Cock is thinking.”

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Arranged marriage!Pantalone x reader Ch. 1

no smut wedding night angst+comfort (in some ways)

there’s one suggestive joke pantalone makes in the end but the fic itself remains completely sfw pantalone is not 375 y.o. here

note: one person said that she gets strong virgin vibes from Pantalone, so… you get what you asked for xD

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Ch. 1

“What will you give me as a collateral?”

The clinking sound of mugs filled the room. There was intense scent of black tea in his private office, though, the lingering smell of cigarettes was much stronger and obvious than the hot drink.

Two men were sharing somewhat a tea ceremony, one that was taller and rather emaciated had his clothes indicate he’s not at all poor. He held his cup of tea in a relaxed but dry manner, his expression didn't really express anything but contempt and his overall look screamed big ego. The other man, shorter and less sophisticatedly dressed who was sitting in front of him, held his cup with a trembling hand. As soon as the first man noticed the hint of anxiety in his motions, he placed his other hand on top to provide support.

“My lord—”, his voice was no less trembling than his hands.

“My lord!” The richer man parodied him. “Seriously, get a grip of yourself”, he took a sip of his tea, sighed, pleased with the taste, and put the mug back on the small plate. There was no behaviour more rude and cold than his current. As if the person were not sensible at all, he could only sadistically smile, addicted to the sense of power in his grasp. “I shall ask once again—what will you provide me with as a collateral?”

The man abandoned his tea and leaned forward hastily to grasp the richer man’s blazer in his calloused old hands. 

“I used to be wealthy—just like you sir—please have mercy on me! We are very much alike! Don’t swallow me and my family—oh, I beg of you!”

It took a few seconds for the magnate to process the unwanted physical contact that he used to receive from his customers or debtors frequently, especially when they were borderline begging him. “Get your hands off me!” 

Magnate’s aura was extremely condescending, if not disgusting, but the debtor knew he had to be obedient and less repulsive in order to get what he wanted. 

“You’re not easy to please, Mr. Pantalone”, he stepped back and ruffled his hair, clueless what he should do. 

“That I am.”

The audacity he had should have been quite natural for the man of rich fortune however from the customer’s perspective it looked like the problem was not entirely in his wealth but rather something inside this man, something he was made of that made you feel shivers run down your spine. He had such aura that could be described not only frightening but exhausting too. The poor, defensless man had become so desperate that he started pitying himself, although he knew that the banker evidently felt the same for him. It was horrible! He never felt so looked down on in his life ever. But that man did not leave him a chance, he was relentless and cruel. Oh, how cruel he was - to drive a poor father to such despicable crimes!

“I might have something—someone—as a collateral.”

Pantalone’s lips from had shifted from the sullen thin line into an eerie smirk. The poor man had already made his choice, alas, he couldn't avoid the contract now! But was it right? Was it all right to give his eldest daughter… to this man?

“This man! What is he like—I hope he doesn't beat ladies?”

You roll your eyes at the back of your head and let out a groan.

“I don’t know, little one, guess we’ll have to learn that won’t we?” You touch the cold marble of your bed table, the two of you sitting on your big, king-sized bed in the room for guests. The room looks not less than one assorted for a princess. You continue with a softer tone, sharing your sister’s worries.

“I only met him once. I couldn't even see his face properly - he gave me a short, rather dissatisfied stare and ran out of the room, the heels of his court shoes were louder than the words he uttered.”

“He doesn't sound like he’s interested at all in his marriage, Y/N…” 

“Well, he better not be—as I’m never going to fall for him! I hate rich people!”

“But we are rich people, Y/N. Are we not?”

You comb your sister’s hair, putting some of the flowers, dead flowers, into the braids of her hair.

“We were. Now we’re just like everyone else—average if not less—and we’re going to be looked down upon. You have to remember that.”

There is a sigh that escapes from your lips as you run your hands through the ‘gifts to the bride’: various jewellery items and other marvellous accessories which have not yet grabbed your attention for some reason, as the bigger underlying problem is occupying your mind.

“This man won't go easy on us, we’re just ants for him.”

The dress sits tightly but rather conveniently on you. At least they got something right - your body measurements. Your check yourself, the feeling of fabrics convinces you of their high quality, though it does not make you feel any less anxious. Your sister shouldn't know of your worries and how your heart shrinks at the thought your wedding in a half an hour. And the thought of the wedding night, which is more dreadful than anything else. But you can't let her know it, it’s still a child, she must not lose hope, otherwise there will be two depressed daughters in the family which is not exactly your dream plan.

“His mansion is rather big, isn't it?” you ask unexpectedly, staring at the window. So many people have gathered already, as if the whole city wants to watch your wedding, or, rather, your embarrassment. You think back: you could escape this outcome and run from your house as soon as you heard what your father did, but you did not. Perhaps you didn't want? You feel confused with yourself. It must be the natural desire to help your family that has made you stay and witness yourself being scooped by the unexpected wedding circumstances.

“Big…and cold”, she adds. 

“Well that’s because you’re not wearing a scarf, my darling. We’re in Snezhnaya, it never has warmth in it. Will you wear a scarf when we’re outside? Promise me.”

The stubborn child wastes a few moments thinking before she rolls her eyes (just like you did before) and utters not eagerly:

“I promise, I will put on a scarf.”

You boop her nose gently and turn around to see your cousin enter the room. He is not the most sociable person, in fact he’s rather shy, that’s why upon seeing you in your wedding dress he only whispers:

“Nice.”

“Why, thank you. I didn't expect you to visit me—I mean, not that I am unhappy.”

“I just thought…” he stands there not making an attempt to step closer. He is always like this - and he never gives out hugs. “That you might need some support.” 

“Thank you, really, I appreciate it, especially from you who is not exactly extraverted.”

Your cousin clenches and unclenches his hand a couple of times apart from biting his lips with obvious nervousness. It seems he’s not sure at all what to say as he has never before express his affection, hardly to his mother, by the way.

“I just wanted you to know, if that man—I mean, your future husband—hurts you in some way—you can rely on me. I..I will protect you.”

His voice appears to be slightly trembling but he finishes his sentence, filled with sincerity, successfully. You and your sister are both stunned for a couple of seconds before you finally manage to thank him once again.

“Well, if he does, I will not hesitate to grab a frying pan and smack him properly.”

Your little sister encourages you with a burst of giggle. The cousin gives out a soft smile and shares a few moments united with family. Not long after he nods to you briefly and leaves you to prepare for a few last minutes.

“Y/N, are we going to live together? All in this big mansion?”

“I don’t know, honey. That is if he decides so.”

The wedding ceremony starts and the day remains unapologetically cold. You mentally thank the tailors for providing you with a fur outerwear on top of your wedding dress, otherwise you would simply turn into an icicle yourself. When you start walking towards the altar you pray to the archons that you won’t twist your feet. You are not wearing the highest of heels, but if there was one person who’d argue that it was not a hassle to walk over the ice in the heeled shoes… well, they’d be a fool. 

You pictured him in your head many times, especially given the slight knowledge of his features that you memorised from your first meeting. But they are not enough, of course. What could you possibly comprehend about a man you saw only poor thirty seconds of your life? What was his core, his dreams? Does he beat women? - as your sister inquired. There was nothing. And your parents did not seem to be eager sharing a bunch of words on him. There was no praise, but no criticism whatsoever. What was he? What does he hide from the world? And why, by the name of Tsaritsa did he evn agree to this arranged marriage at all? Is he even worthy of—

He.

Is extremely handsome and radiates pure self righteous aura. Wavy blue-black locks neatly combed and styled into a middle parting, a bow on his little ponytail swung languidly on his shoulder. One streak of hair grey, either for style purposes or age - you couldn't know. He wears eyeglasses, the occassional sun light gleams on the glass, hiding his eyes. 

You step closer and closer to the altar before the both of you are just as supposed to be. Your eyes meet and you ought to judge him for his acceptance of such hideous collateral, but his whole appearance prevents you from being aggressive, at least right now.

“We’ve never been acquainted properly”, you say, but the words appear slightly softer than expected, almost as if you are being polite with him. No, that sucks, that’s not what you wanted.

“It was for the good of our further relationship. I would dislike unnecessary drama”, he responds, his lips periodically moving from your face to your wedding dress before he turns to the crows and listens to the priest’s speech.

His answer confuses you. “Some things are better left unsaid”, you think. Given the closeness you two share right now, you get a proper understanding of his appearance - the man looks not younger than five-and-thirty, yet there is hardly a single wrinkle on his face. There are, however, dark circles under his eyes, signalling that his sleeping schedule might not be the best. It’s also not difficult to guess that he is an office worker and, to your opinion, a very polished one. His looks are refined, distinguished and so far he seems very well-mannered, knowing the process of wedding all too well. It’s a good sign, after all, it feels much easier to go through this process with someone experienced and not shaking unlike yourself.

“Are you prepared, as you follow the path of Marriage, to love and honour each other for as long as you both shall live?" The priest asks.

You get the familiar feeling of your heart shrinking and you cannot stop yourself from being overwhelmed with thoughts rushing into your head, begging you to say ‘no’, but you do not really have a choice anymore. You could have escaped, earlier, but now? No, you should proceed to this path. There is nothing you won’t handle, even if it is an arranged marriage to the richest man in the world.

“Okay—I mean—yes, of course. I do. I am.”

“And so do I”, the rich man responds.

His cologne is subtle and not irritating which cannot help but revoke some of your stress. But once you get a grasp of yourself, pulling out of your thoughts, you realise that the lot is staring at you.

The man beside you clears his throat.

“Put the ring onto my finger”, he says gently, and he does not need to repeat that as you take the ring in your sweaty hands, feeling so lightheaded that you fear you might collapse just here and now. Your groom senses your anxiety, it is evident in his eyes, but for some reason he only stares at you, not rushing you into the action, instead carefully waiting for you to do as supposed.

You take his hand in yours and start slowly pushing the ring. Finally you manage, but upon letting his hand loose you notice how, despite of him escaping the age signs on his face, he has incredibly dry hands. You take a notice of it even firmer when he puts the ring on your finger after. Though, you are not given much time to comtemplate your observation when the most important question is raised:

“Exchange the kiss that will confirm your bond.”

You feel like fainting, but before you do, he raises your chin and delivers a kiss to your lips. The touch so brief, it was but a peck — nothing more, nothing less. And so, the bond becomes official.

You’re led by his staff to wait in the bedroom. Strangely, there is no maids here, but a butler - a considerable old, but wise-looking man from whom you get no ill vibes at all. He politely asks you to wait in your husband’s bedroom, apologising from on behalf of his master that he has some finishing business to attend. You walk to the bed and caress the silky sheets with your hand. And there you are, in his bedroom, waiting for your wedding night, but Pantalone is still not here. You try to reassure yourself, a weak attempt to negotiate it all inside you, to convince you that nothing bad will happen. It’s just marital activities - all newlyweds have to perform it. But the fact that you’re just given to him as a part of the contract stings somewhere deep in your soul.

It’s not really a long wait when the man finally enters the room, the doors swung wide open and he shuts them gently. He turns his head to look at you, you exchange glances before he removes his thin, frail-looking hands from the door and walks up to the bed very, very slowly. You immediately rise and rush to him, though your feet feel like they’re glued to the carpets. You stop in front of him, the white wine stain still on his shirt. Luckily it is not as visible as if it would be, were it for the red wine, you think.

“I’m once again sorry. My hand slipped, I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of everyone. Let me—” you do what an obedient wife should do, gripping the edges of his shirt and attempting to relieve him of it. But once your finger touches the first button, he catches your hand and slowly but assertively pushes it back.

“I’d rather you not.”

“Excuse me?”

“Not touch me.”

“Oh—I though we—”

“You don't say.”

Your hand is frozen in place and you wait until Pantalone says something. What is the meaning of this? Is this some sort of his mind game? This damn businessman, for archon’s sake, he’s perfectly shady and possibly one hell of a manipulator.

“They are not going to live here”, he suddenly says, breaking the tense silence.

“What?”

“The question you asked before.” 

“Ah, right…” It’s the question you discussed with your little sister. How did he evem learn about it? 

Your expression falters. You would rather prefer you all together in one place, but perhaps… perhaps it was for the best. Pantalone turns away, he starts rummaging in his wardrobe in search of something but still conscious of your questions.

“But they will be welcomed guests, right?”

He stops in his tracks, pulling something from the wardrobe and closing it tightly. 

“Any time.”

Pantalone places a wrapped gift onto the bed, seems to be neatly wrapped clothes. Right, your wedding night…

“So we won’t…” you lower your voice, and then your eyebrows raise in confusion but it was for a good reason. What a relief. 

“Spend the night? No, there won’t be anything like that. It’s just that we’re going to share this bed for one night until your family is perfectly convinced that we consummated.”

“But—what are we going to do then?”

“Sleep. Change (into your silk night robe I gave you) and don't ask me questions”, he walks to the further part of the room, his hand clenching around the handle. “I’ll be changing in the bathroom. Let me know when you’re finished dressing and I may come out.” He disappears in the bathroom with the soft click.

Really?!

You look at the wrapped gift: it’s not a lace lingerie, not even a seductive set of nightwear - it’s a dark burgundy night robe, perfectly covered and silky. You start easing yourself of the wedding dress - thank Archons yours was not of complicated designs, it was rather simply-looking, but obviously made of luxurious fabric, tailored privately for your body only.

Strange, but he has no maids in the mansion. Otherwise you’d be already served and helped.

After some suffering you manage to escape the wedding dress and put it neatly onto the chair. The gems sewn onto the dress were still shimmering with cold, moonlight-like twinkles.

“May I come out?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

The man slowly opens the door, he himself wearing a tightly wrapped black night robe and a pair of trousers, his clothes showing not at inch of his skin except for the small area down his neck. But even witnessing him covered so properly, you cannot deny that his physique is rather bony.

“You have been sweating”, he walks up to the windowsill where a tall glass bottle is stood, and fills a cup with it.

“Sorry?” He offers you the cup before you can get even more confused.

“At the altar. I suspect you might be dehydrated.”

“Oh, I was nervous.”

“It’s a natural response to stress. Drink this.” You waver, and seeing your reluctant self Pantalone sighs with clear dissatisfaction. “It’s just water, not poison.”

You nod to him and gulp it all in one go. Yes, you were clearly dehydrated…

“Are you afraid?”

“Not of you, but of the consequence”, trying to make the conversation up you switch to another topic artlessly. “Why don’t you have female staff?”

Pantalone seems a bit sensitive to your question at first but he covers it pretty well, putting on a solemn smile.

“I have a cook who is a woman.”

“Thank God”, you say and immediately mentally scold yourself. Perhaps it’s the alcohol talking in you, loosing up you tongue and… senses. “I didn’t mean—”

“You seem relieved, or reassured, so I don't mind.”

The empty glass is soon rejected and you face the bed, contemplating. He did say he wants your family to believe the two of you had performed marital duties, which gives you an itchy feeling.

“There were so many people during our ceremony. I thought it was supposed to be humble.”

“They were fangirls. I wish it were humble, though, I am lacking the blessing of such desirable peacefulness.” 

“Do women… often act like this in front of you?”

He responds subtly, but his answer is enough to make you an understanding.

“I wouldn't say it’s not uncommon.”

“I don't know if I should feel sorry or happy for you.”

“Oh yes, women throwing themselves at me, it must be such a terrible life”, the corner of his lip twitches in a strange way.

At last the both of you sit on the bed. Pantalone takes his place on the edge of the bed, almost at its tail, as if making a futile attempt to not be a source of your distress. 

“When you said ‘until your family is perfectly convinced we consummated’, could you enlighten me what you meant by that phrase?”

His response to you is brief and dry.

“Your mother was most worried about me producing children with you. Her, and your father have two children, so she expressed to me her earnest concern for you to have heir with me. She is a smart woman and knowing that I do not come from an elite background myself she had not a single qualm to ask of me such audacious thing.”

“And… what did you say?”

Isn’t it laughable? Her daughter has just been given to an unknown man (well, actually a very famous man of high standing, but you do not know anything about him!) and instead of worrying wildly over your wellbeing in relationship with this man, she pushes him into consummation? At that moment you did not know if you harbour more disrespect and disappointment to your dad or mom. 

“I said that she does not have a single reason to worry.”

“But how will anyone know that me and you slept together if technically we did not? Did not you say you wish me not to touch you?”

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Your mother shall be convinced for now, and then… Well, I cannot speak for the future”, Pantalone leans closer, but not in a predatory way, in fact you feel like he eyes everything around you, except for you. 

“Grab the headboard.”

“What?”

“Grip. The. Headboard.” 

You submit to his harsh demand and do as he says. What the hell is he trying to make you do?

“Now shake it like you mean it.”

You shake it, and the wood makes a… suggestive sound.

Pantalone nods, his voice gets quieter, much quieter.

“Good. That will do it. Now, let me try something…”

The man grips the tail of the bed and with a sudden tug the bed moves in place, making the same creaking noise that you just pulled out from it. Your eyes widen. Oh my god, so that’s what he’s trying to do. He wants your parents, who are staying the night, to be aware of—

“Your mother expects me to properly court you, and the marital activities are of course a part of it. Now, please shake it a few times more.”

You do that, but mentally you lack the focus on the wood shaking in your arms. You think about something else. The mysteries take a toll on you.

“You’re not going to actually make children with me, I presume?”

Pantalone stops his act, his hand clenching the wooden tails. There is something about his look that speaks of innocence, though it’s not exactly on the nose.

“No… I’m not interested”, he stops your hand, with unknown tenderness in his touch. “Oh dear, don’t shake it so violently - they might think I’m being rough with you.”

“Right, sorry.” You shake the headboard, lightweightly. Wait, do people even talk during such activities? You doubt it. But Pantalone speaks quietly, almost whispering to you things, so you pray the two of you won’t be heard blabbering.

“I think they’ve heard enough. We should stop.”

“Hm. That should suffice.”

The performance turns out to be full of fun and upon finishing it you realise how your worries have gone away. You almost feel at ease, and to think that the two of you did not partake in consummation but instead played a little game is almost endearing… almost…

“Fine”, you pull yourself away from dreaming. Your voice a bit firmer than usual, and Pantalone’s attention is grabbed instantly. “Honestly, I’m tired. And I assume, we can't leave our bedroom tonight? Even for a cup of tea?”

“Can’t risk being spotted. Do you have any problem?”

“No… May I use the toilet?”

“To your left.”

“Thank you.”

Just when you leave the bed you feel a soft yawn and request following:

“But please, make it quick. I want to sleep too.”

You return soon, just as he kindly asked you to, and find yourself reluctant to join him in the bed. You don't even know him well, how could you just slip under the same blanket with him?

Pantalone senses your worries almost immediately, and you become even more flustered upon realisation how evident your fear is. But keeping in mind that the man has not touched you except for the ceremony, you let out a long pent up breath and pull the cover to tuck yourself in. The bed part was quite fun from your perspective.

“I’m a very light sleeper. Please, try to not kick me with those long legs.”

“I will behave.”

Pantalone sighs too, he pulls a cover a bit to his side and faces you with his back. Rude or just cautious?

“You don’t seem to be a very sociable person.”

“I find social interaction rather tedious.”

That said a person who was so effortlessly easy-going in public! Or maybe it was simply just a façade that you failed to wrap your head around.

“I thought differently. The way you carried yourself in public… I thought you were wholeheartedly enjoying those interactions.”

“They are but a part of my job. I am a businessman, I have to be able to, basically, talk.”

“I wouldn't dare to doubt you in this aspect.”

“Thank you.”

“May I ask you something?”

“Make it quick.”

“If you do not use me for… heir…. then what do you need me for, I wonder?”

After this tingling question is raised, Pantalone takes a long moment to think. You even suspect he considers you too audacious and unworthy to ask that, but instead he just responds in his usual dry manner:

“I might have my reasons, but that’s enough information for you today. I don't wish to overwhelm you. Sleep tight.”

“Good night, Pantalone.”

“Good night.”

You now face your back to him. Well, all’s settled, whatever tomorrow brings you got to survive it. The worst has happened, there are only a few shallow uncertainties left. 

[oraclekleo]

[Pick-a-Pile] What major changes are coming your way + What do those changes possibly bring into your life

Hello and welcome to one more Pick-A-Pile tarot reading from your Kleo!

This time we shall see what kind of changes are awaiting you in the near future and what kind of an effect they could possibly have on you.

This is a general reading, which means that not all information has to resonate with you, some details are meant for somebody else.

Below, you will pick from three piles. If you are struggling with intuitively picking one, maybe this reading isn’t for you at all at this moment. Maybe major changes aren’t about to happen for you just yet. You can come back later to see whether you actually feel drawn to one of the piles, if that’s your case.

Please, be assured that tarot isn't an exact science. I can never ever guarantee anything that's said in my readings, their purpose is of a solely entertainment nature.

Please, do not base your life decisions on tarot readings, always use your common sense.

Even if your reading says something, it doesn’t mean it’s gonna happen. Once you received the reading, you were warned, you have your life in your hands and you can actively stir away from the events you deem unwanted. Tarot isn’t a dogma. You always have free will.

Also… This reading might be a bit triggering as changes aren’t always pleasant. You are not babies, if you feel uncomfortable reading the text below, just stop reading. Please, don’t come to me with petty complaints about how I should properly list trigger warnings. I’m not your mom and you’re not 5. 😂

With this out of the way, let’s dive into this, shall we?

What major changes are coming your way? + What do those changes possibly bring into your life?

Pile 1 -> Pile 2 -> Pile 3

Pick your pile, please!

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Pile 1 - What major changes are coming your way

Cards: Fehu (Runes Oracle), 37. Descendant - Invitation (Starcodes Astro Oracle), 7 of Pentacles, 7 of Wands, 2 of Pentacles, Page of Pentacles, Knight of Swords, 8 of Cups (The Light Seer’s Tarot)

Dear Pile 1, you are likely to face fast changes affecting all the facets of your life. You might need to let go of something, be it a belief, a person or a thing. It can’t stay a part of your life, it needs to free the space for a new energy approaching. Maybe you have been overly guarded, keeping others at distance, maybe you saw them as extension of yourself and instead of learning important skills from them, you used them to do the job for you. Now when they leave, there go your resources. It’s time to let the shield down a bit and instead of relying on others providing you with something, tend the seeds of skills and abilities within yourself. Don’t ask people to do something for you only because they have the skill. Learn the skills from them, harbour your curiosity and start building something solid that will serve you well in future.

The change coming your way, Pile 1, is an eye-opening one. You are likely to realise some of your limiting beliefs about yourself and your life. The clarity of mind comes fast, might be shocking and even a little painful but it’s gonna serve the purpose. You need this experience, you need this sense of shock running down your spine in order to move forward, to invite more powerful energy into your life. You can’t be dependent on others forever. You can’t rely on them always being there for you. You need to stand on your own feet, build your own confidence and self-esteem, you need to organise your life and make those first steps towards a brighter future. You need to walk your authentic path even if you are going to be the only one walking it.

Pile 1 - What do those changes possibly bring into your life

Cards: Gebo (Runes Oracle), 50. 12th House - Introspection (Starcodes Astro Oracle), 9 of Cups, XXI The World, Ace of Swords, XIX The Sun, King of Cups, King of Pentacles (The Light Seer’s Tarot)

The changes happening will bring more clarity into your life. You finally can see the truth about yourself, others, the world around you. You are no longer affected by other people’s perspectives, you are in a sense freedom. Gaining freedom and liberty through this kind of awakening is likely to bring more happiness, fulfilment and stability into your life. Once you realise that all those sometimes painful changes are actually blessings in disguise, your wishes are coming true for you, you are gaining that emotional balance and stability you always craved, you can feel both grounded and able to spread your wings and fly the direction you always wished to go. As much of a paradox, suddenly you are able to step outside of your comfort zones while remaining comfortable about it. You are experiencing happiness and a feeling of wholeness on your own. You don’t need anybody to complete you, you are the one and whole piece of amazing creature. And this allows you to actually attract the good people into your life. You are able to give freely without expecting anything in return which actually brings more abundance to your life. Suddenly you are giving so much but receiving even more. You feel genuine and mutually enriching connections with people in your life. And you are able to look within your soul without shame and identify whatever is still there that needs to be healed or worked on. It’s no longer a dreadful journey through a haunted house of your soul, it’s a walk through a garden that still needs to be nurtured and maintained but is blossoming.

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Pile 2 - What major changes are coming your way

Cards: Hagalaz (Runes Oracle), Success (Prism Oracle), 6 of Cups, 6 of Pentacles, 3 of Swords, Ace of Cups, 8 of Swords, 8 of Wands (Tarot of the Divine)

Dear Pile 2, the changes approaching you are likely to have quite a destructive nature. Good news is that what they destroy is something that was tormenting you and keeping you stuck. Something that used to cause you pain, harm you in some way, binding you and making you feel imprisoned, is about to be swiftly destroyed and banished from your life. You are likely to drop something truly toxic. Remember that the path towards freedom from this misery leads through compassion and emotional healing. Maybe you are not the only one suffering from this issue. Find your tribe, seek help from those who have experience and education. If you are suffering mentally or emotionally, consider therapy. If your burden is of physical nature, stop postponing the doctor appointment and gather the courage to face the true nature of your issues.

Always remember that you’re not alone! There are people who love you and will happily assist you on your path towards healing and moving away from the toxic past. Trust your close ones, people who were there for you through difficult times. You are not meant to do all the work on your own. Universe will send you guides and advisors to help you with the transition. Don’t push them away and welcome them with open arms and heart. You have the capacity to love. You will be rewarded with success and new self-esteem.

Pile 2 - What do those changes possibly bring into your life

Cards: Raido (Runes Oracle), Determination (Prism Oracle), XI Justice, Ace of Swords, Ace of Wands, 10 of Pentacles, 10 of Wands, 4 of Wands (Tarot of the Divine)

Once you undergo the necessary changes, you are likely to achieve more balance and sense of pride. Being proud of your own accomplishments isn’t a sin, especially when you have worked hard to reach that top of the mountain. Sometimes it might feel like you are never going to stand on the top of the hill but don’t lose hope. Life is never easy but that’s what makes it worth living. You learned through the changes, that you don’t have to do everything alone, that you can actually ask for help when you need it and avoid burnout. Your soul family will give you gentle push when you are tired climbing up, they will inspire you when encountering obstacles, they will brainstorm with you and help you reach mental clarity so you can just cut through some of the complex problems with one swift solution. Your journey doesn’t end once you undergo the changes, it starts there. It might be a real physical journey if you want to move or travel, or it can be a metaphorical journey of your spirit. Be authentic and carry only truth in your heart. Deception will only lead you astray. It’s better to be honest and sometimes make others uncomfortable than to tell white lies and potentially harvest bad karma. Your goals are within your reach but you will never get there cheating. You will only be able to celebrate your success if you remain true to your values and ideals.

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Pile 3 - What major changes are coming your way

Cards: Sowelo (Runes Oracle), 7. Message (Fin de Siècle Kipper), IX The Hermit, 0 The Fool, Knight of Cups, III The Empress, XVI The Tower, 2 of Cups (The Tarot of Vampyres)

Congratulations, dear Pile 3, you have chosen the scariest Tower card pile only to land on a reading that’s actually the most lovely one, quite literally! The period of hermiting is at its end, dear Pile 3 and I’m sorry to inform you that you are about to be rescued from your metaphorical tower, the walls you have build around your heart and soul are about to be torn down and you will have to accept a new faith, embark on a new exciting path full of meaningful connections. Those are not necessarily only romantic ones but there are both the Knight of Cups and 2 of Cups so the romance is strongly suggested for some of you. This might be both scary and exciting at first, maybe you are not used to being admired or in a way courted (yes, I know people don’t court each other anymore but I think it would be nice if we brought that back, at least to a certain degree). The changes happening are likely to start within yourself. You are likely to feel more yourself, more beautiful in your own eyes and this aura of inner beauty will radiate from every cell of your body and attract suitors like candle flame attracts moths. Make sure to treat them with respect and don’t burn them even when you’re not interested!

Pile 3, your transformation from a lone wolf into a loving, nurturing and welcoming person might come as a shock to many but don’t be afraid. It’s likely to be a pleasant surprise. You are likely to receive good news, maybe start a communication with someone you really vibe with, maybe you are already in contact with them and the change will lead towards deepening your relationship or its transformation from platonic into romantic relationship. You don’t need your knight to rescue you, you can do it on your own but shall you wish for it, you can find your knight once you are out of your metaphorical tower. Seize the day and when you are presented with an opportunity, take it! Be brave! Believe in yourself! You are blossoming into a beautiful creature through and through. Embrace the change, accept it with your whole heart. Be ready to be loved for the amazing person you are.

Pile 3 - What do those changes possibly bring into your life

Cards: Jera (Runes Oracle), 15. Lovers (Fin de Siècle Kipper), 10 of Cups, 4 of Swords, 10 of Swords, VI The Lovers, IV The Emperor, 6 of Swords (The Tarot of Vampyres)

The indication of a romantic relationship is even stronger now as you actually have two Lovers cards. You lucky Pile 3! Now when all your blossoming and escaping from the cold and lonely murals of your metaphorical tower happened, you shall enjoy the fruits of your efforts. It’s time for you to stop trying hard, go with the flow, enjoy the ride that is this lovely connection, be it harmonious union of friends or a match made in heaven. The pain of the past can be finally fully healed and forgotten. You are in charge of your life now. You are moving away from hurting and paining over the past and gaining power over your life. The wheel is turning and it’s showing you its bright and fortunate side. You can fully enjoy the bliss of emotional balance and happiness. Love is not happening for you, you are actively and consciously choosing it for yourself. Stepping out of the shadows, shining brightly, shading the old skin that has become uncomfortable for you. You are in love! With yourself, with your community, with the world around you!

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[the-broken-truth]

Your Highness - Jamil Viper [Female Yuu] [Heiress Yuu] [Smug Jamil?] [Part 1]

Summary: Jamil discovers that his girlfriend is actually a Crowned Heiress who plans on marrying him in the future. To prepare Jamil for his upcoming life as a future king, Yuu provides him with an entourage of servants and guards who cater to his every need. Oh, it's time for Jamil to shine.

Note: Yuu is from Twisted Wonderland but was transported to Night Raven College due to her Unique Magic: Kneel Before Me.

"Forgive me, My Diamond, but I think that I have misheard what you said. Could you please repeat what you just said?" Jamil asked as he looked at his girlfriend, Yuu [L/N], The Prefect of Ramshackle, sitting across from him in Scarabia's Lounge; the two of them were playing Mancala when Yuu opened her mouth and revealed a secret that she had been keeping from Jamil and all her friends since arriving at Night Raven College.

"I have a confession to make. I am actually a royal heiress and the crowned princess of a small but lavish nation - next in line for the throne, however, I do not desire to rule my kingdom alone. Jamil Viper, I love you and cannot imagine myself with anybody else. I want to get engaged to you, and we can marry after I graduate from Night Raven. You can come to my kingdom with the rest of the Viper family, and we can all live like royalty."" Yuu explained with a hopeful smile as she looked up from the Mancala Board - she and Jamil tied in score at the moment.

Jamil Viper was an intelligent person who had the ability to detect a liar with a simple glance into someone's eyes. As Kalim's Protector, it was important for him to have knowledge in these areas. He trusted Yuu completely and knew that she would never lie to him. After his Overblot and Attempted Coup of Scarabia, she refused to turn her back to him before giving him her heart when their friendship became more in her eyes, and he reciprocated. They had been called 'The Hottest Couple' since they started dating months ago. Jamil was smart and athletic, while Yuu was charismatic and persuasive. They were both dedicated to each other and their goals. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, and they didn't even need to use their Unique Magics to succeed in life.

Jamil always knew that Yuu was more than what she presented herself to be...and now he knew why: She was a crowned heiress and concealed this fact to protect herself from the vultures that would want to sink their talons into her family's name & riches.

"My Diamond... You are an Heiress, next in line for your family's throne, and you want...me to rule beside you? Me - a lowly servant?" Jamil questioned his romantic partner, who scowled at him when she heard him call himself a 'lowly servant'.

"My Viper, you are not a 'lowly servant' and I shall not allow you to call yourself as such!" Yuu barked before exhaling to calm herself down, "I am sick of the suffering you and your family have gone through and I shall not allow it to go on; the Viper Family will be free and elevated to the Royal Status while we are testing the waters with our engagement...if you accept my proposal." Yuu smiled at Jamil.

Jamil was silent for a moment before smiling at her, "I would love to marry you, My Diamond; you have seen me as no other has and I would never leave you. I will marry you, Yuu [L/N]."

"Perfect!" With that, Yuu lifted her hand and snapped her fingers, causing 5 Servants to enter the room dressed in fine suits - one of them carrying a silver platter with 2 ring boxes on it.

"Your Highness [L/N], has he agreed to your proposal?" The servant holding the ring boxes asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes! Please, present the rings." Yuu asked.

The servant with the platter kneeled between Yuu and Jamil before bowing his head and holding out the ring boxes while another servant opened the box with gloved hands, revealing 2 Golden Rings with Rubies in the shape of the [L/N] Royal Crest.

"Jamil, these are our engagement rings, as well as your Badge of Authority; accepting this ring will state that you agree to marry me upon graduation and will become Future King of the [Kingdom Name] Kingdom, your power would be on par with my own, but just a tad bit weaker since I am a blood heiress. Will you accept, My Viper?" Yuu asked as she held her left hand out.

Jamil moved without thinking and took hold of Yuu's hand while the other hand removed the Female Engagement Ring out of the box and slid the ring onto Yuu's ring finger, "With this ring, I swear to love you and never betray you, My Diamond."

Yuu smiled at her ring before grabbing the Male Engagement Ring, grabbed Jamil's Left Hand, and placed the ring on Jamil's Ring Finger, "With this ring, I swear to love and never betray you, My Viper.".

Jamil and Yuu smiled at each other before Jamil placed his hands on Yuu's cheeks and kissed her in front of the servants and the full moon.

"SINCE WHEN WERE YOU ENGAGED?!" The voice of Jamil's Younger Sister, Najma Viper, yelled through the phone the moment her brother answered the phone the following morning after Yuu and himself exchanged rings. Najma called him the next morning while he was getting ready for school and making breakfast when his sister called him in hysterics.

"Good morning to you, too. How did you find out I was engaged? That happened just last night." Jamil asked.

"Baba got a call from someone calling themselves the 'Royal Advisor of the [L/N] Family from the [Kingdom Name] Kingdom. He said that he was going to speak to Mr. Asim about releasing our family from our servitude. I thought he was pulling our legs until I happened to be walking by Mr. Asim's Office and heard him on the phone with the same person, they were talking about the terms and conditions for our freedom. I listened in for a while before I heard the advisor say that he was going to arrive later on in the week with the agreed-upon price and the contract. Your Fiancee is getting us free?! Just what the hell is going on, Jamil?!" Najma questioned her older brother.

Jamil was silent for a while, thinking to himself, 'They have already contacted the Asim Family to free us? Just how long has My Diamond been planning this to move so quickly?'

"Listen, I have to get ready for classes; you and our parents are coming to visit me this weekend, I'll explain everything then and you can meet my future wife." Jamil answered.

"Fine. If anything happens, I'll call you. Just keep this in mind - if you do anything to anger my Future Sister-In-Law, I will have your head, Brother." Najma hissed.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Jamil smiled before hanging up his phone and walking out of his room to go make breakfast for the Scarabia Dorm before classes started.

Welll....

He wasn't expecting this.

Jamil entered Scarabia's Dining Hall (It was connected to the kitchen and needed to cross it to get into the kitchen) and looked wide-eyed to see the Students of Scarabia & Kalim dining on a buffet of breakfast foods; everyone was talking about Jamil's Engagement when Jamil noticed the Servant and Guard stand close to Kalim; did Yuu hire a personal servant and guard to tend to Kalim for him?

"Your Highness." A Servant walked over to Jamil and bowed to him before standing straight with his hand behind his back, "Breakfast was prepared by trained chefs, and, considering your job as Heir Kalim's Personal Taste Tester, we took it upon ourselves to call upon one of the [L/N] Family's Testers to ensure none of Heir Kalim's Food would be poisoned. Also, your chores are being tended to by the other servants. Your personal servant and guard are waiting for you to attend your classes."

Jamil blinked for a while when the realization started to sink in: His family was about to be free, he no longer had to cook, he no longer had to clean, he didn't 'have' to protect or tend to Kalim... He was going to be a Royal in a few years but out of everything he realized, the first thing he said was...

"I have servants?"

The students in the hall made way as Jamil walked through with a smile on his face as his servant walked to his right with Jamil's books in his hands, and the Royal Guard walked at Jamil's left while keeping an eye out for any kind of danger against His Highness Jamil; what's more ironic was that the Royal Guard was a Lion Beastman. If Leona saw him now...

"Oi, Serpent! What the hell is going on?!"

Speaking of the Lazy Devil.

Jamil turned on his heel and came face to face with Leona Kingscholar standing there with a scowl on his face; Jamil's smirk never left his face.

"Is there something I can help you with, Kingscholar?" Jamil asked.

"Yeah, tell me what the hell is going on with all this talk about you and the Herbivore being engaged and you're suddenly a royal about to be King? What kind of joke is this?" Leona demanded to know.

"It's not a joke, Mr. Kingscolar." The Servant spoke, "His Highness Jamil shall be next in line to be King of the [Kingdom Name] Kingdom once he and Princess Yuu wed at the end of their graduation."

"Princess?! That Herbivore is a Princess?!" Leona roared.

"She is not just any princess, she is The Crowned Princess. My Diamond has informed me that she is the eldest in the Royal Line of the [L/N] Family. She has two younger brothers who are second and third in line to the throne, but they have decided to become Dukes of their own lands. Yuu and I will be getting married, and I will ascend to the throne, becoming a King." Jamil explained with a smirk on his face.

"That Herbivore...is royalty?! AND A SERVANT LIKE YOU IS BECOMING KING?!" Leona roared at Jamil before attempting to march at him but the Lion Beastman got in between Jamil and Leona with his hand on Leona's chest.

"Keep your distance away from His Highness." The Lion Beastman Guard warned, glaring at Leona with golden eyes. Leona and the Royal Guard glared at each other while the Servant, Issac, leaned towards Jamil.

"Your Highness, we really should continue on our way or you shall be late for your classes." He said.

"Of course." Jamil said before snapping his fingers to get the Lion Beastman's Attention, "Leonardo, we need to get moving."

"At once, Your Highness." The Lion Guard - Leonardo - removed his hand from Leona's Chest and kept his eyes on him before walking down the hall to reach Jamil, leaving a very stunned and furious Leona behind.

"Hey! Sea Snake!" Floyd called out to Jamil during Basketball Practice as Jamil shot a ball into the basket and got nothing but net as he turned away from the net and turned to face Floyd as he and Ace walked over to him.

"What do you want, Leech?" Jamil asked as his servant walked over to him with a bottle of water and a fresh towel to wipe the sweat from his face; Jamil wiped his sweat before thanking the servant and taking the water bottle before the servant went back to the side of the court.

"Just what the hell is going on with You and Shrimpy? I heard you're getting married to Shrimpy?!" Floyd asked.

"I heard something like that too, Jamil-senpai; is it true?" Ace asked.

"Yes, Ace. Yuu and I are engaged to be married." Jamil said.

"And those guys?" Ace pointed at Leonardo and Issac standing on the edge of the court.

"My Servant and Guard - Leonardo and Issac." Jamil answered, drinking some water.

"Whoa... You really are going to be a King." Ace said upon laying his eyes on Jamil's Ring.

Jamil smirked along the rim of his bottle, "Indeed, I am."

"Welcome back, Your Highness." The Head Servant greeted with a power of her head to Jamil as he walked into Scarabia's Dorm. Jamil looked around Scarabia to see everyone was doing their own thing but Scarabia was spotless and the servants were standing by, waiting for Jamil's Next Order.

"What's the status of Scarabia?" Jamil asked as if everything had always been like this.

"The Chefs are cooking dinner as we speak, The Royal Tutor is aiding Heir Kalim with his studies, and Scarabia is clean; the Treasury Report is waiting for you in your room. Also, Princess Yuu wanted me to ask you to come to Ramshackle when you had a moment to yourself." The Head Servant said.

"Good. I am going to see My Diamond. If anything goes wrong, call me at once, please." Jamil said while turning back to the door as the servant bowed.

"Your Wish is our Will, Your Highness." The Head Servant said just as Jamil closed the door and looked at his ring for a moment.

'My Wish is their will?' Jamil smiled and kissed the surface of his ring when Yuu's smile came to his mind, "Thank you, My Diamond. You have given me so much...and I shall give you all that I can." Jamil proclaimed as he walked towards the Mirror to get to Ramshackle - His diamond came first.

[END]

[not-so-superheroine]

Happy Restoration Day! Here is my Book of Mormon Testimony

Blessings everyone, I am @not-so-superheroine, and this is my testimony of the Book of Mormon.

I am a convert to the restoration. So the Book of Mormon was new to me. I had heard about it. I had held one before that I saw in the drawer of a Marriot hotel room, I didn’t open it until I took an interest in the Restoration. 

At that time, I was sort of agnostic. I grew up in a mainline protestant denomination but had grown disillusioned. I was introduced to Mormonism through people who were deconstructing from the belief. Naturally, the first things I saw about it were debunking it’s location and historicity. But my mind was being opened to possibilities I hadn’t considered before. When I was younger, it didn’t make sense to me that there would be no more scripture from God. That the author of Revelations could say “that’s it.” for scripture, as I heard some argue. I wondered why God interacted so directly with those in ancient times and why such things wouldn’t occur with us now.  

Eventually, I was curious enough to acquire a Book of Mormon. I was admittedly cautious. I knew what the book said about a “skin of Blackness” and how that had lead to mistreatment of Black and Indigenous persons in different parts of the Latter Day Saint Movement. I was also fairly certain it was a 19th century text. I knew neither of these things discounted the Book as scripture. 

So I went into the scripture without the burden of historicity or author authenticity.  Not to see if the book was “true”, but to seek after the truths within. I approached the text and I looked for the presence of God. I prayed and asked God to guide me in my reading of the scriptures. Millions before me found these precious truths and Divine Inspiration in this book and I thought perhaps, if i went in openly, I could find it myself. 

And did I. And I am glad that I did. 

The Book of Mormon provides further light on issues the Christian community was facing at the time. It seeks to heal and to unify. A theme throughout the scripture and the bringing forth of the Book of Mormon speaks of Continuing Revelation. The heavens were open then and are open now. From what I learned, there is no reason why God wouldn’t provide us further light or would limit who God delivers Divine knowledge too. In fact, I learned that God does just that. It’s just up to us to ask, listen, and discern. 

The Book has also strengthened my relationship with my Creator. When I was a child, I thought deeply about, and questioned, the theology and doctrine I was taught in Sunday School. Sometimes this questioning was not always welcomed. I learned that for some, Ignorance is preferable to doubt. That doesn’t work for me. The Book of Mormon encourages me to be a diligent seeker. My time spent studying the Book of Mormon has been filled with questions. Questions without shame that I encourage to seek after God’s truth. 

Much like Nephi, I Was desirous also that I might see, and hear, and know of these things, by the power of the Holy Ghost, which is the gift of God to all those who diligently seek him, as well in times of old as in the time that he should manifest himself to the children of men; for he is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

(more from 1 Nephi 3) 29 For he that diligently seeks shall find; 30and the mysteries of God shall be unfolded to him by the power of the Holy Ghost, as well in this time as in times of old; 31and as well in times of old as in times to come.

This scripture inspires me and shows me that God wants me to seek after God’s mysteries and the mysteries in the universe God created for us. That thought is absolutely liberating. We should not fear knowledge, God wants us to grow and understand. And my faith is stronger now with this understanding. Questioning and Seeking is needed for spiritual growth.

I find the Book of Mormon to be empowering in reminding me of my moral agency, encouraging me to grow my faith, and work with God to hone my Spiritual gifts to be used in service to the Divine and to my community. The Book of Mormon affirms the Living Christ, Christ’s love for all humankind, no matter where and who they are, and that people of all nations receive light from the Divine and are a part of God’s sacred story. And there is so much more. The Book of Mormon speaks to me about the effects of poverty and addressing wealth inequity. This matches with Christ’s mission to tend to the poor. The Book of Mormon goes into how we should live amongst each other and on building sacred community, on how to be Zion as a people. There are so many lessons packed in there that I believe God wants us to ponder on and to take action with. The Book of Mormon is responsible for changing the way I read and apply sacred scripture to my life. This has changed my life for the better and changed my life outlook. I see myself as an active part of God’s plan carrying out Christ’s mission. 

I thank God for the Restoration

I thank God for continuing revelation and the Book of Mormon

And I thank God for my community, the people of Zion

[fairykukla]

I just got off the phone with a 20-something friend of mine. Their partner is sick, can't go to work, and her employer won't let her call in without a doctor's note.

So I thought I'd share my advice more broadly.

1. I asked if it's Covid. It took me three tries to get the correct answer which is that they assume it isn't Covid. TAKE A TEST. if it is Covid, text your boss the test result.

2. Insurance bullshit: We are in the US, but I pointed out that the healthcare marketplace just did a huge push to get everyone some kind of insurance. Apparently said person has some kind of coverage in another state. LOOK. Every version of Insurance pays (at least partly) for ER visits everywhere. Get seen.

3. Insurance BS part 2: once you have been diagnosed, and treated, you will get a bill. Apply for financial aid. This person makes barely above minimum wage; she will probably qualify for aid.

4. Your Employer Is Lying. Once, I had the flu so bad they thought I had Mono. I was working for Target. I called in Sick on a Sunday. I was told that I couldn't call in sick, or I'd lose my job. I explained that I had a fever of 104, and that I was too sick to even go to the doctor. They leaned on me really hard, so I said, "I'd rather stay employed, but if you need to fire me about it, I guess I'll talk to the family lawyer." Guess what? I wasn't fired. I was out for two weeks, and when I felt well enough to drive myself to the doctor, I did so. I got a note, which I gave to my employer. Employers will say shit like this to prevent people from calling in for being hung over. Tell them you're calling gin sick. Tell them that when you feel well enough to go to the doctor, you'll bring the note.

5. Oh but wait! Your healthcare info is private. It's not your employer's business, actually. If your employer is providing healthcare benefits, that's one thing. But this person isn't getting any healthcare benefits. So. "I can't afford to see a doctor on the wages I earn, so shall I ask my doctor to bill you for the visit? They require payment immediately."

6. Threaten with an attorney, and if they call you, don't bluff. Call one of those ambulance chasers who have ads that say "Have you been injured in an accident?" See if you can get them to send a threatening letter. It might cost you something but I promise it will make policy changes happen.

7. Ok, I'm going to restate it: TEST FOR COVID. Check the expiration dates on the box, too.

TL:DR

Don't let any employer bully you.

Get seen if you're really sick.

TEST FOR COVID.

I've lost people close to me because they wouldn't take care of their health, due to fear of medical debt. I know people now with debilitating problems that might have been easier to solve if it had been caught earlier. I once had to physically wrestle a friend into my car to take him to the ER after he had been stabbed in the neck because he didn't want the debt.

I know you're broke. I know you need your job. You need to know your rights, because *they're counting on your fear.*

[achaotichuman]

Day 1

Let’s rid of the evils first and save the merrier ones for the end.

Who is worse?

Azriel: Confessed his love to a woman beaten and battered, and abandoned in enemy lands by her father

Cassian: Slept with a woman his brother loved in order to hurt the said brother

You may recruit your tribe in your crusade if it pleases you. Your contenders: @litnerdwrites @fenrysmoonbeamswife @gwandas @positivelyruined @hrizantemy

[I commend your courage for claiming to know my identity. However, I assure you, my beloved liege, you know naught of it.]

I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS

Okay the obvious answer is Cassian but not for the reason you listed. I actually do not consider Cassian sleeping with Mor as a reason on the list of why he sucks.

Here are my personal favourites of why he sucks. Keep in mind, this is not all of them, just the highlights.

Emotionally abusing Nesta by constantly bringing up her trauma and using it as leverage to get her to act how he wants.

Restricting Nesta's intake of food when she was already struggling with eating.

Physically abusing Nesta as punishment via taking her on the hike from hell, and making her climb a mountain until she passed out from dehydration.

Knowing Nesta had been through SA but still cornering her while asking her sexually intruding questions (this ones from the bonus chapter I believe)

Taking advantage of Nesta sexually, by sleeping with her when he knew and had shamed her for using sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism.

I could keep going on and on, but those are just the few highlights.

Anyway, obviously I'm picking Cassian as the worst here BUT BEAWARE I AM DOING SO BEGRUDGINGLY.

When I tell you, I fuckin hated Azriel the moment he stepped onto page in the ACOTAR series, I mean I almost DNFed because I hated him so much.

Not for any particular reason (in the very beginning at least) he just pissed me right off.

But again, the example provided is hardly a reason as to why someone wouldn't like Azriel, so let's run through the highlights, shall we?

Azriel's abuse towards Nesta is quiet, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

He was in active participate in punishing Nesta in the hike from hell by purposefully packing her bag to be as heavy as possible.

When he saw Nesta's bruises from falling down the stairs, he assumed they were from Cassian pushing her and he was amused by the thought.

He was a bystander as Cassian controlled Nesta down to her eating habits.

He also regifted something made for a woman he sexually fantasized about and tried to fuck, to an SA survivor. Which is *creepy* and *weird*

He's also just overall... really fucking annoying? He can't do his job properly, he can't hold his composure (See: The High Lord's Meeting), he really on exists as pretty decoration, and that's when he's not being the biggest asshole ever.

So, once more I am choosing Cassian as the worst, BUT ONLY BECAUSE HE IS WORSE THAN AZRIEL, NOT BECAUSE AZRIEL IS GOOD AT ALL

[landofzero-archive]

Springtime Beneath the Heavens - The Coming of Dreams, Encircling Fate 9

(Location: Abandoned Mine)

(10 minutes later)

Izumi:――I found it! Hidaka, over here!  

Hokuto: Where? 

Izumi: I said over there! Come onnn, you’ll lose sight of it if you don’t hurry up! 

Hokuto: Gh…… If you’re going to go there then you should help out too. 

Izumi: What are you saying? I’m leading you like this, aren’t I?

I don’t want to touch a snake. So be my hands and feet and do your best, okayy?

Rei: Hm. So in that pair, it’s essentially only Hidaka-kun working. 

In which case—― 

Hokuto: Wha!? Oi, what are you doing! Let go! 

Rei: Kukuku. It’s an impossible discussion♪ 

Look, Ran-kun! Catch the snake before it’s too late! 

Nagisa: …… Alright. Leave it to me. 

…… I’ve been observing the snake, and I have a general understanding of its movements. 

…… If you calmly, anticipate——  

…… I caught it.

Rei: Well done, Ran-kun♪ 

Hmm? Somehow, the white snake’s appearance has changed, hasn’t it? 

Nagisa: ………! It became a bundle of thread. 

……… No, not a thread. This is—— 

Wataru: Amazing, it’s your very own Wataru Hibiki!  What Nagisa-kun grabbed is actually, ta da~! It was the very hair on my head☆  

Hokuto: …… He appeared. 

Izumi: Uwah, this is the worst. 

Wataru: Oya oya? What a boring reaction. If you don’t act more surprised my heart will burst. Sob sob sob…… 

Now now, Black Kid-kun! Come here and caputre my tears up close! 

Tetora: O-On it! 

Wataru: Everyone, how did you find your adventure in search of the white snake? Was it fun? 

There’ll be a special service for everyone who worked up a sweat and gave it their all in pursuing the white snake! 

Before your very eyes, watch as my hair moves like a snake! Wiggle wiggle~☆ 

Izumi: Ugh, gross! What is he, Medusa? 

Rei: He’s as skillful a man as ever. 

Nagisa: …… Wataru-kun, how is it moving? 

Wataru: Fufufu. That’s a trade secret. If I were to bring the trick to light, you would wake up from your dreams………………♪ 

Next, bring your attention here☆ I shall cast a spell upon this here ordinary cloth. Abracadabra——One, two, Amazing✩

Eichi: Hello, everyone. You’ve worked hard. What a sight– it seems you’ve caught the white snake. 

Nagisa: ……… In other words, the white snake’s true form was Wataru-kun?

Eichi: Yes. To be more precise, it’s Wataru’s hair. It was modelled into the white snake so it could more suitably come into contact with you. 

Even if it’s not poisonous, I can’t be so irresponsible as to release snakes into the wild. 

Within an unfamiliar environment, they sometimes cooperate and sometimes compete.  As intended, everyone became better acquainted with each other, right? 

This will also make conversation move ahead smoothly. If you like, you may raise the topic of today’s events. 

Oops, I forgot to say something important. Sakuma-kun, Nagisa-kun, congratulations on finding the white snake♪ 

Nagisa: …… Yes, thank you. 

Rei: Oya. Rather than a prize, do you intend for us to make due with just words? Despite being a wealthy person, you’re somewhat cheap.  

Eichi: Hm……. Since it was an activity done for the sake of an article, I didn’t plan to prepare a reward, but— 

I’ve enjoyed your performance today, so I will personally provide a reward. Anything you want, I’ll grant your wish. 

Rei: Oh? Since you’re the one offering, when you say “anything” I’m all the more at a loss. 

What about you, Ran-kun? Do you have a wish you want granted?

Nagisa: ……. Please wait a moment. I’m trying to think. 

………

…… Ah. I’ve got a good idea. 

(Location: Okinawa Townscape)

(Later. A certain place in Okinawa) 

Kanata:  Everyone from the “Mystery Researchers Club”~, welcome to “Okinawa”~♪. Greeti~ngs.(1)

Tsumugi: Ahaha. Even though we came here together, when you put it like that, you sound like a local~  

Kanata: Fufufu. It’s because I have “family ties” in “Okinawa.” 

If you get into trouble, please “call” for me. I will ask everyone in “Ryuseitai” to help you out by “smartphone.” 

Rei: You’re relying on your unitmates are you?

Kanata: Yes, since I’m not familiar with the surface.  

Chiaki and the others will become my “power.” One for all and all for one……♪ 

Makoto: Waah, that’s reassuring♪ But I’m sure we’ll be fine. I’ve done a ton of research on Okinawa’s tourist attractions and sacred sites for today. 

Nagisa-san, don’t hesitate to ask me anything! 

Nagisa: …… I will, thank you. 

…… In any case, I didn’t think he would grant that kind of wish. Is what I was trying to say.  

Rei: Is that what you thought? Weren’t you the one to demand that of Tenshouin-kun, though? 

Nagisa: …… Yes. But I thought he would say no or bring up an alternative. 

“…… I want to participate in the Mystery Researchers Club’s activities as a guest. And I want you to pay for every circle member’s travel expenses.”  

…… Extravagant requests like that usually don’t get accepted. 

Nazuna: If it’s Tenshouin then he wouldn’t refuse. To a guy like him, our travel expenses are the same as buying penny candy. 

They say “food tastes better when someone else is paying,” and traveling using Tenshouin’s money is the best too~

Heehee. Since he’s taking on the cost for the entire stay, I’ll buy lots of souvenirs with the money I saved♪ 

Rei: I intend to do so as well. My unitmates gave me a list of souvenirs they want me to bring back. 

Now then. While we head to our lodging to drop off our luggage, let’s decide on a sightseeing route. 

Nagisa: …… Alright. This is a rare opportunity, so I’d like to discuss it and come to a decision. 

Tsumugi: Yea~h. Okinawa really is a charming place, isn’t it. It’s difficult to decide where to go. 

Kanata: There’s lots of “sacred sites” and “places of note.” The “temples” and “gusuku”(2) are also good—

You can’t miss the “ocean” or “aquarium” either♪

Nazuna: The ocean sounds great~. It seems to be a tourist attraction, and the Okinawan ocean has a special feel to it! 

Makoto: Then, how about we go to the beach first, and after that tour around the nearby tourist spot? 

Nagisa: …… Sounds good.  The white sandy beaches and the bright blue sky and ocean. I can’t wait to see them with my own eyes. 

Rei: Mhm. Welcome, Ran-kun, to the Mystery Researchers club. 

Come with us on a risky journey filled with mystery……♪ 

TL NOTES:

 Kanata says two variations of “welcome” in this sentence, first “ようこそ” (youkoso) which is standard Japanese for a general welcome and then “めんそ~れ” (menso~re) which is the Ryuukyuu language equivalent to “いらっしゃいませ” (irasshaimase), the respectful version of welcome in standard Japanese which is often said by store or restaurant staff when a customer enters.

Gusuku is the word for Okinawan castles or fortresses in the Ryuukyuu language.

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[msallurea]

Loa Controversy Pt. 1

Despite what everyone says about us being God and what not in our reality...let me just say in my PERSONAL opinion, I do believe that there is a being much higher than us, a creator that watches over us, guiding us, protecting us, etc. Now, does this mean we aren't creators ourselves? No. But based on my personal opinion I do not believe we are the all of all, I do believe that there is a GOD. The God that is the way, the truth and the light. I also believe there are no multiple gods either (like Rah, Zeus, Aphrodite, etc) I believe that there truly is only ONE God. It is because we are in the image of this God and come from him that we are able to create our realities. I do not believe this God is a woman either and that this god isn't like us at all but way beyond that, it isn't human at all but omnipotent but I do feel it is a male. While I am talking about the Christian God, I currently am not Christian myself because i feel i dont trily deserve that title, but neither am I atheist because I do believe there is something beyond us humans that our minde simply can't comprehend its just something you either know or don't know.

Remember how I told you guys that I had lost my key and it really upset me, I couldn't find my key for the life of me which almost made me cry, right when I was on the verge of breaking down I simply said aloud "Lord please where is my key" ...within seconds something told me to move something around and as I looked over I saw my key seconds after saying this. Now I would like to add that prior to this I imagined hearing the sound of my key and that is exactly what I heard before seeing it BUT I honestly feel deep in my gut I would've never found it had I not call on the lord..while this is something small and barely anything I was taught that the Lord, God knew us before we even came out the womb and if anything it felt as if God already knew I was about to ask him where my key was.

This leads me to my controversial take...I do not believe I am the God of my reality, I am only a part of the God of my reality. What I mean by this is, while I don't believe I am God I DO believe I am a creator in my world and that my mind can create and have the power to create things in my reality. Even in the Bible it states "Death and life are in the power of the tongue and they that love it shall eat the fruit" thr Bible also states to guard our hearts and be careful what we think because they shape our lives.

I do truly believe that we as PEOPLE can manifest and create our realities as we desire but I also believe these desires we carry come from someone much higher than us, guiding us in a path that leads us to the highest versions of ourselves and the best versions of ourselves. I do believe that our imagination creates reality because in imagination everything is possible but I also believe that it's because of this that a being much higher, much more complex has given this to us,has given us free will to create our hearts deepest true desires just as he has. I do believe..truly. I do believe it is our I AM that shapes who and what we are but I believe that that was only first possible through a being much higher than us who calls himself God ans if we asked his name all he will say is "I am that I am" just as we would say "I am that I am" as well. In other words I believe we are a creation made in the eyes of a creator much higher and because we were created in this creators image we have been blessed to create as well through the tools provided which are: our imagination, to build the mental concept of what it is we desire; our heart, to secure our love within our creation because if we did not love it we would have never wanted it; finally our words, the very thing we use to speak life and death info things even if we don't realize it. All of this together is why we can manifest to begin with, and as a soul, as consciousness simply wearing a human body this is all you are.

Please remember this is MY personal opinion

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Daily Devotionals for December 22, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 31:10-12 (KJV): 10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. 11 The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. 12 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. Proverbs 31:10-12 (AMP): 10 A capable, intelligent, and virtuous woman -- who is he who can find her? She is far more precious than jewels and her value is far above rubies or pearls. 11 The heart of her husband trusts in her confidently and relies on and believes in her securely, so that he has no lack of (honest) gain or need of (dishonest) spoil. 12 She comforts, encourages, and does him only good as long as there is life within her.

Thought for the Day

The remainder of Proverbs 31 records Bathsheba's instruction to Lemuel in choosing a wife. It is tragic that he failed to follow her advice. Solomon's wives did not know the Lord, and turned his heart from God to worship idols when he was old (1 Kings 11:1-13). Thus, a life that began magnificently ended miserably. The man who penned and preached a thousand wise things failed to practice the wisdom he taught. This chapter is not only advice for choosing a virtuous woman, but is also a spiritual type of the church (Christ's bride) who should demonstrate the qualities of the virtuous woman to the world.

Verse 10 - The first thing that is established is the price of a virtuous woman's worth. Like a costly jewel, she is not easy to come by. I believe every man needs God's help to find this kind of woman. We know that it is the Lord's will for a man to have a mate if he desires one, because after He had created Adam, He said: "...It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a help meet for him" (Genesis 2:18). God's favor rests on the man who prays and waits for the right mate, so that they can serve God together. God is delighted to answer such a man's prayer and will bring the right woman into his life at the appointed time.

Verses 11-12 - A virtuous woman is a comfort to her husband; encouraging him and doing him good all the days of her life. She never leaves or divorces him. Her husband can trust her completely, because she loves him for who he is and not for what he can do for her. Since he does not have to impress her with his ability to make money, he is not tempted to take anything by dishonest gain. A woman who marries a man for his money or for the security he provides does not marry for the right motives. When two people enter into a marriage with the idea of loving and serving each other, their marriage will be blessed because it is not based on selfishness.

In the past, we looked at the importance of being led by the Holy Spirit in choosing a mate and not allowing ourselves to be led only by our emotions. Love is much more than simply "falling" for someone and experiencing a sense of euphoria. The Lord certainly gives us wonderful feelings for the person we will marry. However, allowing feelings alone to guide us in the choice of a mate, can be disastrous. This description of a virtuous woman is a guide for choosing a spouse. The Lord delights to bring the best life partner to those who ask Him to do so and wait with patience and trust for His choice. What a glorious plan God has had from the beginning for both men and women!

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, thank you for sending me a wonderful lady. Let me always be a good and loving husband to her. Lord, I pray for all those who are seeking mates, that You will send them the right one for their lives. I also lift up those who have troubled marriages and I ask that You heal them and restore that first love in their hearts for each other. Give them Your Love for each other. Help them overcome selfishness, and heal each of them from the wounds that they have inflicted on one another by their angry and hurtful words. You are the God of miracles, perform a miracle for those who need one in their marriages. I ask this in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

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THE FISHERMAN'S LEG (Part 3 of 20)

A sequel to Dee 1/2 Demon

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Fisherman Minami glared at Sunma, but remembered in time to raise a finger and bow to Magistrate Lim. Being acknowledged, he demanded, “Criminal charge? Why would you seek to damage my reputation so?”

Her face gone tight but forcing a false smile, she pointed to the thick file documenting his multiple legal faults. “It is not needful for me to defame you, Minami san. You do that yourself.

“Again, I ask the good Magistrate to set the fine or other penalties as the law requires.”

Magistrate Lim bowed to her while replying, “It shall be as you wish it, Sunma san. As your case is directly tied to much else, all must become criminal, with every fine made current or he must be required to do hard labor on the roads of Sabo.

“For his assault on your person, and its connected violations, he must pay of silver cash four strings ten and three strings twenty five of copper cash.

“Miko san, I need your services as a Provincially Registered Scribe and Accountant.” He offered her Minami's thick file. “This criminal charge has now reduced all of the civil complaints to criminal ones. I will not increase any of the penalties. Please total up all of Minami san's outstanding arrears, including this case. The entire sum must be paid this day or he will have to have a penalty of service added in addition to any outstanding monies.”

As Miko's abacus beads clattered swiftly at each new page turned and her busy brush added more notes, Fisherman Minami was looking aghast. At last, she finished the task.

Magistrate Lim kept his face imperturbable as he formally asked Miko, “Have you the accounting of Fisherman Minami san's arrears and the specific cases?”

She bowed deeply as she replied, “I have indeed.” She offered the Magistrate the paper in her precise handwriting.

Magistrate Lim examined the document carefully before turning to fisherman Minami. He began, “Minami san, there are only two things that you can do to avoid six moons of hard labor on the roads of Sabo province.

“You may produce all of the required arrears in fines and restitution or you must do what you have not done previously. That is fully explain to this Tribunal a lawful justification for all of your actions against the plaintiffs since you came back to Sabo from the war, two years ago.”

Pulling a sour face, fisherman Minami growled, “How much must I pay?”

Calmly, the Magistrate replied, “Two of golden cash. Of silver cash, one string and eighteen, of copper cash, three strings and twelve.”

Sketching a bow to the Magistrate, he grumbled, “I have the money. I was going to put it to good use fixing up my boat, the Sea Lion. Now, through the evil legal chicanery of these girls, I must waste it to stay free!”

With a polite bow to constable Canra, Magistrate Lim framed his order courteously, “Constable, if you would be so good, accompany Minami san as he gets his money and guard it well until it is here. Should he try to do any other thing but get his money, you may use any force needed in your own judgment.”

“It shall be as you have said, Good Magistrate,” constable Canra replied, seeing to his cudgel and taking his ceremonial but very functional naginata from its rack by the door.

Bowing politely to Minami he stated, “Let us go to gather your funds. The Tribunal is awaiting them.”

Sour of face, Minami arose and left, the constable close behind him.

While they were waiting, Miko bowed to Magistrate Lim and offered, “Good Magistrate, if Minami san has such a sum readily available, we must look into why he has allowed such an arrears to accrue over the last two years. According to his Tribute Tax assessments he should not have so much.

“He has reported both poor sales and a high rate of spoilage as reasons for his low income.”

Magistrate Lim nodded to her and replied, “There is already an investigation underway, Miko san. The seven fishing boats that supply the Fish Market have all complained to me of the massive spoilage rate that reduces what they are paid after turning their catch over to him.”

Miko promptly bowed deeply as she replied, “Good Magistrate, as a Provincially Registered Scribe and Accountant, it is my duty to tell you of any crime that I become aware of.

“If Minami san is not buying the catch at the dock, it becomes a consignment. He is fully responsible for all that he takes in and must pay the fishermen for their whole catch, regardless of any spoilage that happens while it is in his care. Such is the law of consignment.”

He bowed to her and replied, “The matter will be taken under consideration.”

Shortly, Constable Canra and Fisherman Minami returned. Clearly holding his temper, the fisherman laid the money gently on the Magistrate's laquer ware table.

While the Magistrate was confirming that each string held its full hundred coins and counting the rest, he sat and fumed.

Magistrate Lim looked up from his counting and stated, “All is correct.” He quickly brushed a receipt and gave it to the furious fisherman. “You may go.”

Patsu was directing the other three girls as they constructed yet another float out of bundles of bamboo.

“That's it, Satsuna san and Dee san! Get the ropes around that floating bundle and pull it up onto the ropes that we laid out! Now, Miko san, pull those ropes up around that bundle so that they cross each other. Catch them around our new bundle and tie them tight, one set at each end. Then we can just push one bundle in and keep the other up where it is easy to work on!”

Satsuna looked up! She dropped what she was doing and siezed a long bamboo pole intended for the next float! Yelling, “Thief! Stop thief!” she sprinted up the shore and thrust the pole between fisherman Minami's legs!

He tripped flat on his face, dropping Patsu's good striking hammer and a board from their lumber pile! As he was beginning to get up, Patsu arrived and kicked his rump, driving him flat again!

Constable Canra stepped through the hole that fisherman Minami had, unnoticed, chopped in the fence around the Chiasu Estate property that Dee managed. The constable smiled and said, “Well done, Satsuna san but too soon.

“Dee san, I was waiting for him to emerge from your property to arrest him for theft. Now, all that I can charge him with is vandalism of your fence, attempted theft and criminal trespass. With your permission, Dee san, I will do so.”

Dee picked up their board and gave Patsu her hammer. As she was doing so, fisherman Minami snarled, “Those bungling girls have no need of good tools or fine wood like those planks.”

Dee, her usually slowly waving flame red hair now gone stiff from anger, gave Minami a hard stare with her yellow eyes, their vertically slit pupils closed to thin slits by her anger as she nodded. Voice tightly controlled, she permitted, “Please do so, constable Canra san and to the other charges add another count of his slander of us from the Shop of Repairs.

“We shall be to the Tribunal shortly. The fence must first be mended.”

The constable led the bitterly protesting fisherman Minami away while Dee and her friends wove new strips of split bamboo into the fence, to fill the hole made by Minami. As soon as they were done, they went up the busy streets of Sabo village to the Tribunal.

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The Silent Killer 1-2

เรื่องเจนผ่าน AI เหมือนทุกเรื่องช่วงนี้ ยังสนุกกับการทดลองเจนเรื่องแนวต่าง ๆ ไปเรื่อย ๆ อยู่ เรื่องนี้แจ้งก่อนว่าน่าจะติด 18G ถึงไม่ได้โหดแต่ก็มีฉากฆ่ากัน ใครไม่นิยมโปรดผ่านนะครับ

Chapter 1

Inside the dimly lit coffee shop, Dylan sat quietly at a table against the wall, sipping from his cup of cold brew, browsing through the pages of a worn paperback. His eyes darted back and forth between the words and the occasional movements around him – students chatting animatedly, laughter echoing off the old wooden walls, the faint whirring of laptop fans intertwined with clinking cups.

In these moments, Dylan felt strangely comforted, finding solace among familiar faces and unassuming routines despite being surrounded by people. He couldn’t help but feel like he belonged here, amidst the buzzing energy. It was during one such break in conversation when his attention was captured by a peculiar man entering the cafe.

He noticed the way the sunlight played upon the man's face as he made his way towards him; there was an air of mystery surrounding this stranger.

Something inside Dylan told him not to dismiss this chance encounter; perhaps it would lead somewhere interesting. With an easeful smile, the man approached Dylan's table and introduced himself. "Hey there," he said softly, drawing out the word 'hey'. "I don't think we've met before."

Dylan found himself caught off guard momentarily, trying to remember if he had seen this guy somewhere else before. "Ah… maybe? I can't quite place you either." He answered truthfully, genuinely curious now about this enigmatic individual.

The stranger leaned closer, smiling gently, studying Dylan intently. There was a magnetism to him - magnetic charisma, Dylan thought to himself, suddenly aware of how attractive the other person was. Without even thinking, he found himself asking, "So what brings you here?"

With a swiftness that surprised even Dylan, the response came quickly: "Books, actually!" The stranger laughed, displaying perfectly straight teeth beneath a set of full lips.

"Oh, just some casual browsing, really. But tell me, which one do you enjoy most? Are you more inclined toward classics or contemporary works?" The intriguing aura continued to swirl around him, capturing Dylan completely.

For the first time in weeks, he experienced a spark of excitement within him, awakening feelings long buried deep down.

Nodding in agreement, the stranger elaborated further, "Well, you see, I am usually fond of modern literature, though occasionally, I find myself engrossed in classical texts too. What about yourself? Do you prefer any particular genre?"

Dylan smiled slightly as he replied, "It depends on my mood, honestly.

Sometimes I crave a good classic tale filled with rich language and depth, whereas other times, I simply want a quick escape from reality with a fast-paced page turner. Why do you ask?"

 The stranger gave a small nod, his voice becoming increasingly deeper and resonant as he spoke. "Perhaps because I sense your thirst for knowledge and adventure, Dylan." Pausing briefly, he added softly, "Apart from discussing our literary interests, do you care to join me later tonight for dinner?

We could continue our discussion over drinks or dessert. Perhaps I might be able to provide you with some recommendations based on your reading habits."

 Dylan hesitated, feeling flattered yet uncertain about this strange proposition. Despite his reservations, curiosity got the better of him. Sensing an opportunity to expand his social circle, he agreed tentatively, "Alright, let's meet then.

When and where should we rendezvous?" The stranger paused briefly, contemplating his choice of words carefully. In a smooth tone, he responded confidently, "How about Tomorrow at eight o'clock outside the library? We shall proceed together afterward." This seemed agreeable enough to Dylan, who expressed gratitude and exchanged contact information. As the conversation continued, Dylan became more engaged, finding himself fascinated by this stranger's intellect and easygoing demeanor. He realized that spending the evening in his company held potential for friendship and intellectual growth alike.

"Oh how bad i am, we talk until now but we still not know each one name, I'm Dylan."

He said, introducing himself finally. He looked almost apologetic, but also excited, waiting to hear the answer. "I'm sorry! How remiss of me," the stranger exclaimed playfully, taking a sip of his own drink before replying, "My apologies, Dylan. My name is Adrian, pleased to make your acquaintance." There was something both earnest and teasing in Adrian's expression—a mix of sincerity and subtle humor that endeared him even more to Dylan.

As they talked, hours passed without notice, and soon enough, it was already late afternoon. Dylan glanced at his watch, realizing he needed to head home to prepare for work tomorrow. Reluctantly, he stood up from his seat, thanking Adrian profusely for the delightful conversation. "It was truly wonderful speaking with you, Adrian. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

Adrian grinned broadly, waving farewell as Dylan left the cozy confines of the coffee shop. Outside, the sun cast long shadows across the sidewalk, painting the world in golden tones. Dylan took a deep breath, savoring the last lingering traces of autumn in the crisp air.

As he walked briskly along the streets, his thoughts drifted back to Adrian.

Although he wasn't entirely sure why, he felt a growing anticipation for their planned rendezvous. Maybe it was merely because Adrian had piqued his interest with his diverse range of topics, his ability to hold a conversation effortlessly, or the undeniably strong connection they shared. Whatever the reason, he knew it wouldn't hurt to spend more time getting to know him. The prospect of discovering more about this eloquent stranger appealed greatly to Dylan, offering the promise of adventure and companionship he so desperately sought.

Reaching the corner near his apartment building, he slowed his pace, relishing the last few minutes spent daydreaming about Adrian. Climbing the stairs leading to his modest abode, he mentally prepared himself for another night spent alone, indulging in the memories of their remarkable conversation. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suppress the anticipation brewing within him for their rendezvous later on.

Arriving at his doorstep, Dylan slipped his key into the lock, opening it to find a surprising silence greeting him.

Typically, he expected to be welcomed by the humming noise of his refrigerator or the low murmur of his television from the living room. However, today, nothing stirred within his apartment save for the ticking clock on his bedroom wall. Glancing down at his phone, he saw that it was well past midnight. Thoughts of Adrian danced through his mind once more, igniting a mixture of nervous anticipation and sheer excitement.

Pushing aside his unease, Dylan decided to settle down for the night.

His anticipation for their date grew stronger, filling him with eagerness for what lay ahead. Before retiring to sleep, however, he reached for his laptop, pulling up Google Maps to double-check the directions to the library. Scrolling through the map, he noted several landmarks and familiar roads, memorizing them in case he got lost along the way. Satisfied with his preparations, he powered down his computer, ready to rest and dream of Adrian until morning arrived.

Morning broke bright and clear, promising a beautiful day ahead.

Dylan awoke early, showered, dressed sharply, and proceeded to put on a layer of cologne, hoping to impress Adrian. Leaving his apartment, he took stock of his surroundings – it appeared that the entire city was alive with activity. People were streaming towards business districts, catching public transportation, and going about their daily routine. On the horizon, the library tower loomed majestic against the blue sky, standing tall as a symbol of education and wisdom. With a surge of determination, Dylan hastened his steps towards their appointed destination.

Along the journey, he admired the grand architecture adorned in various styles, reflecting the city's history. The bustling urban landscape buzzed with energy and purpose, inspiring optimism within him. As he approached the imposing stone edifice known as the university library, he noticed a figure lounging idly against the pillar, a pair of slender legs crossed neatly. Recognition dawned upon him immediately, for this must indeed be Adrian. He strode forward with confidence, eager to embrace this unique experience awaiting him.

As he drew closer, he observed Adrian watching passersby intently, a slight smile playing on his lips as if silently musing over human nature. Greeted by an amiable grin, Dylan extended his hand in introduction, "Hello there, Adrian!"

Smiling warmly, Adrian accepted the gesture, gripping firmly as they shook hands. "Good morning, Dylan! It's nice to finally meet you properly." Their palms remained locked for a moment longer than necessary, holding onto each other's gaze with mutual curiosity. "Thank you for agreeing to meet here," Dylan began, breaking the spell.

Adrian returned his attention to the surrounding environment, gesturing expansively, "Not at all, dear friend! These environs serve as a perfect setting for our little tête-à-tête.

Dylan commented, looking around appreciatively. The library, situated amidst ancient trees and serene courtyards, boasted an atmosphere ripe for intellectual exploration. As they entered, their footsteps echoed off the high ceilings adorned with ornate chandeliers. Books lined countless shelves, forming seemingly endless rows of knowledge. The smell of old paper and leather bound volumes permeated the air, imbuing the space with an almost magical quality.

Dylan led the way to the main entrance, allowing the coolness of the interior to sweep away the lingering heat of the outdoors. Together, they navigated the sprawling labyrinth of shelved literature, choosing works that caught their eye along the way. From philosophy to poetry, fiction to psychology, the breadth of subjects tantalized their imaginations, sparking animated debates and discussions.

Over hours, they covered everything from the existential crisis of modern man to the role of technology in contemporary culture. While most people would consider such discourse banal, it provided solace for two individuals starving for meaningful connections.

Their minds fed, bodies craved sustenance; thus, the duo ventured forth to explore food options available within the vicinity. Upon entering a quaint eatery nearby, they found themselves absorbed by its rustic charm, complete with weathered wood floors and warm lighting illuminating exposed brickwork.

A comforting aroma of freshly ground coffee swirled in the air, adding a pleasant touch to the ambiance. Seated together at a table, they browsed the menu while sipping steaming cups of rich espresso. Engrossed in discussion about the impact of social media on personal identity, they ordered dishes reflecting their contrasting culinary preferences - Dylan opted for a hearty vegetarian soup accompanied by whole wheat crackers, whereas Adrian chose a platter featuring juicy burgers served alongside crunchy fries.

Both settled into comfortable positions, leaning slightly toward one another to better understand the nuances of every point made during their debate.

In between bites, they occasionally paused to glance at each other, sharing moments of understanding that transcended the mundane. For Dylan, it was a revelatory encounter, unveiling layers previously concealed beneath his polished exterior. In turn, Adrian in depth he just laugh inside, how his prey follow his guide.

No emotion, no attachment. Just games, toying like puppet master with strings. After dinner, walking together back to Dylan’s place, a soft drizzle started falling from gray skies above, creating a romantic atmosphere. Hand in hand, the couple strolled under the canopy of trees surrounding the charming neighborhood, feeling at ease, not quite knowing what brought them here tonight, yet strangely connected despite their differences.

Back at Dylan's place, the sensuous vibe continued to intensify.

Chapter 2

As the rain pelted against the windowpane outside, Dylan's skin tingled with awareness and arousal. This was his first time hosting someone at his home, let alone inviting a mysterious stranger. Despite his nerves, the sexual chemistry between them had grown increasingly intense since they left the restaurant earlier that evening. Now, sitting close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Adrian's body, Dylan struggled to maintain composure. How could something so wrong be so right?

Dylan wondered, brushing a tendril of hair behind his ear. His breath hitched when Adrian leaned closer, placing a gentle kiss on his cheekbone, followed by a whispered endearing remark. The warmth of Adrian's lips against his sensitive skin sent tremors through Dylan's core, making him weak in the knees. Unbeknownst to either party, the intensity of their connection seemed destined to spiral further beyond control.

Slowly, tender fingers caressed Dylan's face, eliciting involuntary moans from deep within his throat. As Adrian pressed closer still, their mouths sought one another, hungry for release. Lips entwined passionately, tongues tangled in a dance only heightening the desire coursing through both veins. Emboldened by this newfound freedom, they shifted closer still—their combined strength now a driving force.

Fingers deftly undid buttons and zippers, yielding smooth, bare flesh teasingly revealed. Each subtle motion spoke volumes about the hunger building between them. Gasping, they pulled apart briefly, drawing a line of saliva between their mouths. Drenched in raw, animalistic lust, Dylan surrendered himself fully to the unknown, trusting blindly in Adrian's expertise.

"Oh God, I want you..." he breathed, voice wavering as he succumbed entirely to his desires.

Adrian smiled, nodding encouragement, pressing deeper kisses down Dylan's neck until reaching the valley between his shoulder blades. He ran his tongue slowly across the skin, causing goosebumps to rise in response.

Moans escaped Dylan's lips involuntarily as the pleasure coursed through his body. Unable to hold back any longer, he reached out, grasping Adrian tightly. They both fell to the floor in sheer ecstasy, losing themselves completely in each other's arms.

Dylan clung tightly to Adrian, feeling like he was floating, carried away by the waves of pleasure crashing over him. He felt tears streaming down his face, but whether they were born of joy or sorrow, he couldn't tell. All he knew was that this was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Lost in the moment, Dylan hardly realized where they were anymore – trapped in a vortex of desire and oblivion. Adrian too was consumed by their shared passion, relishing in the fact that he held total sway over his prey.

His powerful frame moved confidently with grace, every movement calculated to evoke pure delight. Shifting between delicate and aggressive caresses, he ensnared Dylan even further into his web of intrigue. There was no question, no doubt; nothing mattered except giving and receiving pleasure, immersing themselves in the eroticism that enveloped them.

With renewed vigor, Dylan grabbed onto Adrian's head, pulling him closer for a scorching kiss that ignited flames within his very soul.

Adrian reciprocated eagerly, devouring Dylan's lips greedily, showing no signs of restraint. Their lips danced wildly, their teeth clicking in harmony, fueling the fire raging between them.

As if lost in the euphoria of this moment, neither thought of consequences nor stopped to ask questions about each other's past. It was as though the world outside did not exist, as their passions became intertwined, merging inextricably with one another.

Sweaty palms met feverish skin, sending jolts of electricity surging through both bodies. Nails scratched gently against muscular shoulders, marking their claim upon one another. Every fiber of being yearned to consume the other wholly, driven by an insatiable appetite for fulfillment.

Breathing heavily, Dylan began to rock back and forth, grinding his groin against Adrian's. Their rhythm matched perfectly, pushing them both towards the edge of ecstasy.

Feeling powerless yet utterly satisfied by Adrian's dominance, Dylan closed his eyes, embracing the sensation sweeping through his entire being. His hands wandered upwards along Adrian's sculpted torso, marveling at the hard planes of his abdomen and the play of muscles flexing beneath his palm.

The room echoed with the sounds of wet, passionate gasps mixed with low, husky murmurs. Adrian, ever in control, took charge of guiding their fervent exploration of one another's bodies. With firm hands, he traced exquisite patterns on Dylan's chest, making sure to pay attention to those sensitive areas that drove him wild. Meanwhile, Dylan allowed himself to simply indulge in the pleasure, allowing Adrian to dictate the pace and intensity of their encounter.

After a while of resting in each other arms. Adrian slip off the bed.

He stood facing Dylan, looking deeply into his eyes. "Stay strong," he said quietly, before turning around, removing his clothes piece by piece. His body gleamed with well-defined muscle, evidence of his dedication to fitness. Stripped down to just briefs, he returned to stand beside Dylan, offering him a glass of water. Dylan drained the glass, then set it aside. Closing his eyes, he listened intently to the beat of his own pulse. When he opened them again, Adrian was already waiting expectantly.

His gaze bore into Dylan, conveying a sense of possessiveness that both frightened and excited him.

Desire burned hotter than ever before as Adrian slowly approached Dylan, his movements impossibly fluid. Taking care not to disturb the sheets, he crawled seductively over Dylan's prone form, slithering his way up the contours of his partner's muscular physique.

His hands caressed and massaged every curve, honoring each dip and swell of Dylan's flesh. His touch was slow and deliberate, setting a tantalizing tempo that made Dylan's heart race faster.

With growing excitement, Dylan raised his arms, welcoming Adrian closer. As their skin touched, sparks flew once more, reigniting the fires of desire within them both. Dylan threw caution to the wind, opening himself up completely to whatever lay ahead.

But thing not go as Dylan thought, Adrian both hands was draw on his skin, form the chest up to his bare neck. then his touch turn to warp... his hand warp around Dylan's neck. the warp just tight and tighten until it's grip of death.

Forgetting all the lustful moments they enjoyed earlier, fear flooded Dylan's system, numbing everything else - including reason. His heart raced frantically, trying to break free from what he perceived as impending doom. In a panicked bid to escape, he tried to push Adrian away, flailing helplessly under his suffocating grasp. But Adrian remained unfazed, holding on tighter, his face unreadable as his sinister intent grew clearer by the second.

Time seemed to slow down, each tick of the clock becoming deafeningly loud in Dylan's ears. Panic seized him as comprehension dawned upon him. No, this wasn't supposed to happen! He wanted to scream, but his vocal cords refused to cooperate.

A wave of anger coursed through Dylan as adrenaline fueled his determination to fight back. Summoning every ounce of energy he possessed, he attempted to buck against Adrian's iron grip. But his efforts proved futile as his struggling was easily quashed.

Feeling hopeless and desperate, he looked directly into Adrian's penetrating stare. Something cold and dangerous radiated from Adrian’s gaze, almost as if he could see right through Dylan’s very soul. Paralyzed by terror, he found himself unable to look away from the piercing blue eyes of his captor. Dylan struggled to process the sudden change in circumstances, torn between horror and disbelief. How could things take such a drastic turn? Where had it gone wrong?

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Wednesday, Twenty Seventh Week in Ordinary Time 

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Pope Saint John XXIII.

Wednesday, Twenty Seventh Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green: A (1))

First Reading Jonah 4:1-11 You are concerned over a plant. And should I not be concerned over Nineveh, the great city?

Jonah was greatly displeased and became angry that God did not carry out the evil he threatened against Nineveh. He prayed, “I beseech you, LORD, is not this what I said while I was still in my own country? This is why I fled at first to Tarshish. I knew that you are a gracious and merciful God, slow to anger, rich in clemency, loathe to punish. And now, LORD, please take my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.” But the LORD asked, “Have you reason to be angry?”

Jonah then left the city for a place to the east of it, where he built himself a hut and waited under it in the shade, to see what would happen to the city. And when the LORD God provided a gourd plant that grew up over Jonah’s head, giving shade that relieved him of any discomfort, Jonah was very happy over the plant. But the next morning at dawn God sent a worm that attacked the plant, so that it withered. And when the sun arose, God sent a burning east wind; and the sun beat upon Jonah’s head till he became faint. Then Jonah asked for death, saying, “I would be better off dead than alive.” But God said to Jonah, “Have you reason to be angry over the plant?” “I have reason to be angry,” Jonah answered, “angry enough to die.” Then the LORD said, “You are concerned over the plant which cost you no labor and which you did not raise; it came up in one night and in one night it perished. And should I not be concerned over Nineveh, the great city, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand persons who cannot distinguish their right hand from their left, not to mention the many cattle?”

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 86:3-4, 5-6, 9-10

R/ Lord, you are merciful and gracious.

Have mercy on me, O Lord, for to you I call all the day. Gladden the soul of your servant, for to you, O Lord, I lift up my soul.

R/ Lord, you are merciful and gracious.

For you, O Lord, are good and forgiving, abounding in kindness to all who call upon you. Hearken, O LORD, to my prayer and attend to the sound of my pleading.

R/ Lord, you are merciful and gracious.

All the nations you have made shall come and worship you, O Lord, and glorify your name. For you are great, and you do wondrous deeds; you alone are God.

R/ Lord, you are merciful and gracious.

Gospel Acclamation Romans 8:15bc

Alleluia, alleluia. You have received a spirit of adoption as sons through which we cry: Abba! Father! Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Luke 11:1-4 Lord, teach us to pray.

Jesus was praying in a certain place, and when he had finished, one of his disciples said to him, “Lord, teach us to pray just as John taught his disciples.” He said to them, “When you pray, say:

Father, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come. Give us each day our daily bread and forgive us our sins for we ourselves forgive everyone in debt to us, and do not subject us to the final test.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Pope Saint John XXIII  

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Wednesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First reading Ezekiel 34:11-16 As a shepherd tends his flock so will I tend my sheep.

Thus says the Lord GOD: I myself will look after and tend my sheep. As a shepherd tends his flock when he finds himself among his scattered sheep, so will I tend my sheep. I will rescue them from every place where they were scattered when it was cloudy and dark. I will lead them out from among the peoples and gather them from the foreign lands; I will bring them back to their own country and pasture them upon the mountains of Israel in the land’s ravines and all its inhabited places. In good pastures will I pasture them, and on the mountain heights of Israel shall be their grazing ground. There they shall lie down on good grazing ground, and in rich pastures shall they be pastured on the mountains of Israel. I myself will pasture my sheep; I myself will give them rest, says the Lord GOD. The lost I will seek out, the strayed I will bring back, the injured I will bind up, the sick I will heal, but the sleek and the strong I will destroy, shepherding them rightly.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 23:1-3a, 4, 5, 6

R/ The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. In verdant pastures he gives me repose; Beside restful waters he leads me; he refreshes my soul.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.

Even though I walk in the dark valley I fear no evil; for you are at my side With your rod and your staff that give me courage.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.

You spread the table before me in the sight of my foes; You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.

Only goodness and kindness follow me all the days of my life; And I shall dwell in the house of the LORD for years to come.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 23:9b, 10b

Alleluia, alleluia. You have but one Father in heaven; you have but one master, the Christ! Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: Matthew 28:19a, 20bc

Alleluia, alleluia. Go, and teach all nations, says the Lord; I am with you always, until the end of the world. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: Mark 1:17

Alleluia, alleluia. Come after me, says the Lord, and I will make you fishers of men. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: Luke 4:18

Alleluia, alleluia. The Lord sent me to bring glad tidings to the poor and to proclaim liberty to captives. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: John 10:14

Alleluia, alleluia. I am the good shepherd, says the Lord; I know my sheep, and mine know me. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: John 15:5

Alleluia, alleluia. I am the vine, you are the branches, says the Lord: whoever remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: John 15:15b

Alleluia, alleluia. I call you my friends, says the Lord, for I have made known to you all that the Father has told me. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: 2 Corinthians 5:19

Alleluia, alleluia. God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, and entrusting to us the message of reconciliation. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel John 21:15-17 Feed my lambs, feed my sheep.

After Jesus had revealed himself to his disciples and eaten breakfast with them, he said to Simon Peter, “Simon, son of John, do you love me more than these?” Simon Peter answered him, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Feed my lambs.” He then said to Simon Peter a second time, “Simon, son of John, do you love me?” Simon Peter answered him, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.” He said to him, “Tend my sheep.” He said to him the third time, “Simon, son of John, do you love me?” Peter was distressed that he had said to him a third time, “Do you love me?” and he said to him, “Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Feed my sheep.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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"The Strike." From the Book of Jeremiah 15: 1-2.

God's anger at Judah is due to the fact the people became Moabites and listened to their parents instead of the Rab.The Torah says we must honor our parents, but once one is no longer in one's parent's sway, one's parent is the Torah and this one must always obey, all the way to the end where God abandons us, leaving us and the book to our own devices.

Doom for the People of Judah

15 Then the Lord said to me, “Even if Moses and Samuel were standing here pleading with me, I would not show these people any mercy. Make them go away; make them get out of my sight. 2 When they ask you where they should go, tell them that I have said:

Some are doomed to die by disease—     that's where they will go! Others are doomed to die in war—     that's where they will go! Some are doomed to die of starvation—     that's where they will go! Others are doomed to be taken away as prisoners—     that's where they will go!

We have established that God wants trained professionals to carry out the auspices of the Law. He will not show mercy to people whose conduct require the invention of uniformed persons from the courts. He will show mercy to the rest if they become determined to leave their mistaken ideas behind. Mercy comes after one experiences regret and learns, not before. This is the essence of the definition of Shabbat, the fact that God allowed me to live longer than the consequences of my past foolish actions.

This is represented by a turn to the right and the traversal of the Four Directions. The grammar of Jeremiah identifies these as the above aspects of da'at, of death.

v. 1-2: The Lord said: The Number is 1452, ידןב‎ , yadanev, "they will leave."

"Hebrew dictionary, "ענן" (ʿānān) means cloud. The root "ענן" (ʿnn) can also be used as a verb, meaning to "divine," suggesting the derivation of solid theories from seemingly unrelated observations. The noun "מעון" (ma'on) and "מענה" (me'ona) are related and refer to a lair, refuge, or the dwelling of the Creator (heaven), ultimately linking back to the idea of a cloud."

The goal of the study of the Torah is called an offset, an impression left behind in the mind that gives one the impression someone is home. Except no one is actually there but the Self. God provides us with consciousness and the Lessons, we must do the rest.

Some are doomed to die by disease. The Number is 3994, לטץד‎, letzaad, ‎"to set free to march".

Others are doomed to die in war. The Number is 4576, םהעו‎ ‎, mehe'u‎ "to strike and become good and noble."

"The verb מחה (maha) means to wipe — of a mouth, a face, or decidedly more forceful: of a city like a dish. This verb perhaps even more forceful, or else a whole other yet identical verb, means to strike. Noun מחי (mehi) means stroke. Perhaps a third verb, or else still the same one yet spelled slightly different: the verb מחא (maha') means to clap, albeit as an expression of joy rather than anger, destruction or the desire to wipe things.

Verb מחח (mhh) is surely a whole other verb, and although it doesn't occur in the Bible, in cognate languages it means to be fat or contain marrow. Derived nouns that do occur in the Bible are noun מח (meah), meaning fatling, noun מח (moah), meaning marrow, and the denominative verb מחה (maha), meaning to be marrow-filled or marrowy. This verb is identical to the verb(s) מחה (maha) meaning to wipe and strike."

Some are doomed to die of starvation. The Number is 4615, םוי״ה, meooyeta, "from her spelling."

What are you looking for? That is what you will find within the study of religion. If one looks for the right things, then salvation will come. If one is not aware of the meaning of this word, nor how to spell it properly using the letters, then one shall not be saved.

If one is not sure then one needs to employ the Chabad approach: "to self-facilitate the knowledge of the Self."

There is only one way to know if one is following the Kashrut properly or not. Is more love of life available as a result or less, or none at all? As God told all the prophets, man shall not work fro the sake of bread alone but for happiness. Food is for life, it cannot be made to become more or less holy than this.

As the parasha says, “Humans do not live by bread alone but by all that comes forth from God's mouth” (Deuteronomy 8:3). Physical sustenance may be necessary for us to survive, but it is insufficient for us to thrive.

Others are doomed to be taken away as prisoners. The Number is 5588, ןהףח, nnehephach, "Like a wave, will be transformed."

These four stages, performed in one turn to the right, away from the darkness of delusion into the full illumination of the intellect state one must leave ignorance and foolishness behind, become a good and noble sir, learn the lessons properly, and then become something new. This is the only reason to read and practice the Torah. God does not care what you eat or how you fuck or how you dress if you cannot act like a sir.

The final Gemara is ידןב‎לטץדםהעוםהעו םוי״ה ןהףח, yedanev‎letetzadam'ha'omehe'u meooyeta nnehephach, "The world is full of people. This was as the plan was devised."

It's fine and dandy to follow all the rules and meet the expectations of the other people in the religion, but this is not the objective of the practice. Find the good and noble Self first, then walk the rest of the path. Societies that do not honor the Self and all the human rights legislation designed to encourage it engage in war, apartheid, clear cutting, strip mining, polluting, and corruptions without a single care. The preservation of the concept of the discovery of the Self, to see and measure one's actions upon the surface of another is essential to all life on earth.

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virtual team management experience that I can share here is of our IT department where we set up a wide area network (WAN) hierarchy between two cities, that are part of the urban landscape. We had two areas to cover through five desktop computers and three laptops. The total number of individuals at each sight was four each. This meant that all in all we were eight people who were a part of the virtual team (Casey & Richardson 2006). All of us were given tasks by the headquarters which we had to complete jointly yet without meeting the other virtual team. There were essentially two teams that worked in co-existence. The experience was a learning one because it taught me as an individual how to get along with people in the form of a virtual team. This experience also instilled in me the confidence to interact with people of my age and position to acquire new knowledge domains and thus get acquainted with the changing trends in the world of IT and indeed the business realms. I learned a number of different subjects during this virtual team experience which happened on a sudden basis. I did not have any prior experience of such a virtual team but this experience taught me quite a few aspects which are very dear to me now. The IT manager at my end told us beforehand that the individuals within the virtual teams, who would show outstanding attitudes and a habit to do things as they are asked of them, would be provided with additional incentives. This was my job for a very short time but I gained quite a lot. The virtual team management experience was also interesting because it asked all of us team members to be treated as one group rather than as separate individuals. Whatever the one team said was automatically perceived as our collective word and thus the whole approach brought in quite a few positives for the organization. It made us feel contented with what we were doing and how we were carrying out tasks and activities whilst being a part of the virtual team management experience (Ocker & Fjermestad 2008). The encouragement to do something new and novel was always there, and this was one of the reasons why I enjoyed the whole virtual team management set up. I am aware that this demanded quite a lot of time and space for the virtual team, and thus it would be reasonably sound that I shall gain more knowledge about such IT related subjects in the future. In this day and age, it is always good to know a thing or two about the IT set up architectures and since I am very interested in such discussions, one such experience of virtual team management has helped me immensely in my personal growth and development (Beise 2004). Therefore I would end this essay by suggesting that the virtual team management experience which I gained all this while has helped me develop as a professional and made me realize the true potential of understanding the said IT realms. ReferencesBeise, C. (2004). IT Project Management and Virtual Teams Proceedings of the SIGMIS conference on Computer personnel research Casey, V & Richardson, I. (2006). Uncovering the reality within virtual software teams, Proceedings of the 2006 international workshop on Global software development for the practitioner, Shanghai, China, pages: 66-72 Ocker, R. J & Fjermestad, J. (2008). Communication Differences in Virtual Design Teams: Findings from a Multi-Method Analysis of High and Low Performing Experimental Teams, ACM SIGMIS Database, volume 39, issue 1, pages 51-67 Read the full article

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"Sun Struck." From the Gospel of Saint John, 20: 17-18.

From the Alefbeis we come and back into it we go. All the knowledge of the Unseen we obtain by reading the Torah, the Tanakh, the Quran, etc. is based on the ingredients found in the Hebrew Alphabet. Their study changes the way the brain perceives reality, tunes it up, and then one has a basic set of the Numbers in the mind as foregone conclusion. The process is called John, "interlinearity". Jesus Himself explains the latter stages of ascension below:

17 Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’”

18 Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them that he had said these things to her.

Man must work at the Torah to achieve the Father, Jesus said, but not as hard one might think. Even light study of the Torah and the Gospels is sufficient provided one is doing it in the correct way. I have structured this forum to make ascension as effortless as possible. The process is called offsetting. To offset, all one needs is simple reading comprehension. The Values in Gematria explain this approach to ascension:

v. 17: Jesus said. The Number is 8964, חטסד‎, hatsad, "to suspect."

The more one studies the Gospel the more one will suspect just exactly what John is talking about. The Words of John are not a discourse on blood and guts, puritanism, or a guessing game southern belles and their weird boyfriends should play with a sordid studio audience.

"Hatsad" (written as "חסד" in Hebrew) means "loving kindness" in Hebrew, often describing a steadfast and devoted love, particularly referring to God's love for humanity; the verb form "hasad" means "to be good or kind.". 

Read the opening verses again and apply the term hatsad to your understanding of their deeper impllications:

1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was with God in the beginning. 3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it.

Now as I mentioned in the former frame, perform a stochastic progression using the two ideas, "the Word is Hatsad, loving kindness, and it shines in the darkness like the light of life, the light of all mankind, and the darkness shall not overcome it", and one will understand how the Word becomes Flesh, i.e., how to read the Gospels.

v. 18: Mary Mag went to the Disciples and said she had finally seen the Lord. Now you have too. The Number is 7026, עךו‎, acho, "sun struck."

I am trying to get that floating fat man out of his airplane and into a prison cell. If you are like me and want the law enforced and homage paid to its Spirit, help me bankrupt him and close the Republican Party down for its roles in global chaotic meltdown. Surely we know better?

Donald Trump is not a legally sitting President, his role as the CEO of America has to be annulled, he and his sons and Poison Ivy have to be arrested and remanded to the court system. They are not good or kind persons no not one and the human race is being asked to suffer unjustly as a result. Please stop making a fool out of God and His Saints and do something about this at once.