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[jessamine-rose]

˖⋆˚♱ଘ Angel’s Tears ଓ♱˚⋆˖

*cries* I thought I was done with Church AU after Priest! Dottore yet here I am with more unholy ideas. Welp, Guardian Angel! Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling, here we go (；ω；)

Tw:: yandere, psychological trauma, blood, violence, death, religious abuse, MDNI

Note:: fictional depictions of religion

♡ 3.8k words under the cut ♡

♡ From the moment of their creation, angels are classified into the Nine Orders. This hierarchy determines their roles in Heaven and Earth, with higher ranks assigned greater levels of power and authority. A special exception is The Strongest Angel, an individual who is neither a Seraph nor an angel from the First Sphere. Rather, the moniker belongs to Il Capitano, the leader of the Powers.

♡ The legitimacy of his title has never been questioned. As a warrior angel, Capitano’s purpose is to vanquish evil. He is the chivalrous knight in bloodstained armor, the nigh-invincible being who strikes fear into the hearts of demons, the ever-righteous angel bound by a paradoxical duty to partake in violence for the sake of everlasting peace.

♡ It is in a small town in Mondstadt, following his victory over a legion of demons, that Capitano encounters you. It is the hour of mass yet you are nowhere near the Church; rather, you have taken sanctuary in a secluded meadow. A book sits on your lap, not a religious text but a tale of dark fantasy. There is a saintlike quality to your countenance, an air of melancholy as delicate as the flowers which surround you.

✿ ⚘

The moment Capitano appears before you, all peace leaves the meadow.

No, this isn’t right. It is normal for humans to feel fear in the divine presence of angels, yet he is donning his human guise. Nonetheless, as soon as his shadow touches your form, you look up and suppress a shriek, your face losing its veil of apathy.

So what exactly did he do wrong?

For your benefit, he remains rooted to his spot. Clarity comes in the form of your gaze flitting to your book, its title printed on the cover in conspicuous letters, the whispers which leave trembling lips.

“I…I can explain! This book—it’s just fiction! There are no real curses or spells inscribed in the text; it doesn’t promote any form of blasphemy!”

Ah, now he understands. You weren’t afraid of him.

Carefully, Capitano takes a step forward and raises his hand in a calming gesture. A gentle expression adorns his false face.

“Be not afraid.”

✿ ⚘

♡ It doesn’t take long for him to understand your wariness. A glimpse into your soul, paired with your quiet explanation, tells the story of an orphan raised by the Church. Only, your Church is one of many founded on distorted beliefs, of violence preached in the name of a cruel god. As a result, your upbringing was marked by strict rules, corporal punishments, and sermons which painted the image of a hopeless child with a weakness for temptation.

♡ Knowing this, Capitano can’t fault you for forsaking God and your Church. Still in his human guise, he promises his silence and leaves the meadow. But once he returns to Heaven, his first course of action is to apply for a position as your guardian angel. It is an easy process—while that role is typically reserved for the lower ranks, there is no shortage of humans in need of spiritual guidance and protection. He only questions why an angel wasn’t assigned to you when you were in greatest need of one.

♡ Henceforth, Capitano becomes a recurring character in your life. Every week, he visits you in the meadow. When you ask for his identity, he claims to be a progressive believer from another town. But rather than enlighten you with the true Word of God, he simply keeps you company and indulges your “vices,” leading to hours spent reading together. Beyond those meetings, he also watches over you to ward off any demons or humans seeking to harm you.

♡ From your end, you slowly warm up to your mysterious companion. He is a man of few words, but his actions always convey a sense of kindness. And despite his faith, he genuinely respects your beliefs and accepts you as you are. At one point, he even gives you a special gift, a quill pen of exceptional quality. The feather, pure white with a soft radiance, must have been sourced from a rare bird of prey.

♡ Over time, however, something changes. Capitano can’t deny that the faults lies with him. His visits, his constant thoughts of you, the ever-blurring line between want and duty…nothing of his behavior can be attributed to an angel’s inherent love for humanity. If that were the case, his love wouldn’t beget heartache. His love wouldn’t beget the temptation to harm others, rooted not in the name of justice but for your own safety. His love wouldn’t beget lust, guilt, dishonor, desires so sinfully evocative of his own fallibility.

♡ The truth is, you were never in need of spiritual salvation. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, what Capitano saw was a pure soul—a good person unlikely to commit evil nor fall into true temptation. Moreover, he knows that your sin of disbelief is forgivable unlike your Church’s sins of violence. That so long as you remain as you are, your soul will not be denied paradise, albeit in a realm of Heaven beyond Capitano’s jurisdiction. So why is he incapable of leaving your side?

✿ ⚘

“I had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.”

As you read the final line, your gaze leaves the book and returns to Capitano.

“What did you think of the story?”

Your shoulder brushes against his own, a tempting sensation. It is all he can do to remain still, to think against seeking out more of your touch, to remind himself that your close proximity is a mere necessity for your current activity.

The left side of the book, bearing the story’s ending, rests in your left hand. The other side is held in Capitano’s right hand, a blank page devoid of hope for a happy ending. When he turns the page, you seamlessly catch it under your thumb to show the next page.

Who knew of the casual intimacies imbued in the act of reading together?

“It was a well-written novel,” he says simply. “Though her sins tarnished her honor, Rosalyne’s sacrifice was an act of love. Her loss did not hinder her faithfulness to Rostam.”

“I feel the same way,” you muse. “Now I understand why this book was banned centuries ago. Forbidden love between angels and humans…it certainly goes against what the Church taught us about angels. I have to give the author credit for their imagination.”

It’s just the two of you again, this time in the library. At the start of winter, you invited Capitano to your workplace. There, in your greatest show of trust, you brought him to a secret room dedicated to texts banned by the Church for promoting “blasphemy.” Fantasy, erotica, anti-Church publications, first editions of censored books, stories which merely deviated from the Church’s popular depictions of spiritual beings.

Molten Moment belongs to the last category. Little do you know that it was based on a true story, that the author had really formed a pact with a demon called La Signora. Capitano himself is mentioned in the story under his true name.

He was one of the few angels who noticed the changes in Rosalyne’s behavior. She used to be a Throne, an angel with no connection to Earth nor humanity. Yet by some twist of fate, she laid eyes on a brave knight from Mondstadt and began to meet him in her human guise.

He was the first to hear of Rosalyne’s sin, that being she saved Rostam’s life during a battle. It was a direct violation of God’s orders: Angels and demons may influence humans, but they are forbidden from directly altering a human’s lifespan.

He was a silent witness to Rosalyne’s descent. She fell from Heaven, burned by her own flames, yet she had never appeared more ecstatic. In the following years, she married Rostam and lived a happy life with him on Earth.

He was the last to recognize Rostam’s soul at the pearly gates, forever separated from his fallen lover. Such had been Rosalyne’s divine punishment, worsened by her knowledge of this possibility. But what else was she to do? To let Rostam know of her true nature? To drag his soul down to Hell, where he’d be subjected to an eternity of undeserved suffering?

Capitano is no fool. As he read Molten Moment, he began to understand Rosalyne’s sin in a new light. Half the time, he couldn’t even concentrate on the text, his human eyes repeatedly drifting to your intense reading expression.

He closes the book, leaving it in your sole grasp. But before he can stand up from the sofa, you scoot closer and lean your weight on him. The book is placed on a nearby table, forgotten.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. Your right hand, empty since the prologue, traces his left hand.

A moment of silence precedes his response. “You may.”

Wordlessly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. A gesture of intimacy, an unspoken confession. Yet as he savors your touch, Capitano wonders if you would harbor the same level of comfort around his true form.

He doubts it. As a Power, he bears an inhuman appearance on par with that of his superiors. It is his true image which has earned him the title of monster by witnessing humans.

Still, he allows himself to indulge in the blessing that is your oblivion. When you look into his two human eyes, there is a soft light in your gaze wholly free of fear.

“Spring is coming soon,” you mutter. “I can’t wait to see the flowers again. Come to think of it, there’s a variety of narcissus which grows only in late spring. It’s very pretty.”

Against his better judgment, Capitano strengthens his grip on your hand. “Shall I take it as an invitation to resume our meetings in the meadow?”

“Sure.” That is when you look up, a small smile adorning your face. “And if you can’t visit for whatever reason, I’ll pick a bouquet and preserve it for you.”

For once, Capitano is rendered speechless.

Rarely do you ever smile. Even to him, you retain your listless disposition—whether it is out of habit or lingering distance, he has yet to discern your reasons. But that is what makes it all the more special, those few instances when he is beholden to your expressions.

He wonders if this is what humans feel in the divine presence of angels, when they are borne witness to all things holy and beautiful.

Your smile is a phenomenon reserved only for the worthiest of souls. And in your grace, he has never felt more undeserving.

✿ ⚘

♡ At the end of winter, a religious war is authorized by the Church of Mondstadt. Shortly after the news reaches your town, Capitano informs you that he will be busy with “work.” He says it during another reading date, featuring Heart of Clear Springs. Before leaving, he kisses your hand and gives you a kind smile. There is a sad look in his eyes, but you don’t inquire further.

♡ In late spring, your town is attacked. With the entire area under fire, from your home to the meadow, you find yourself running back to the sacred building which you’d avoided for years. After all, though the enemy soldiers belong to a different denomination, they still worship the same god as you. In the present, the church is the only place on Earth where you can claim asylum and pray for your survival.

♡ Except every entrance is locked, including the doors to the orphanage. As the army reaches the town square, all you can do is bang on the front doors and beg to be let in. From inside, you can hear the voices of the people that luckily attended mass before the invasion. Some tell you to hide elsewhere, others beg you for forgiveness, a few sound like the nuns and caretakers who tormented you in the past.

♡ Before you can think of another sanctuary, a soldier strikes you. Pain…it has never felt more intense. Through your fading consciousness, you register your body falling and your head hitting the concrete. Blood pools from your forehead and trickles down the steps of the church, tainting it red.

♡ Life flashes before your eyes in a blurry sequence. The static images of God, sermons and bruises, unanswered prayers, people who never believed you or simply didn’t care. A birthday celebrated with your departure from the Church. Sanctuary found in the library followed by the meadow. Yet the numbness remained, each day bleeding into the next in a gloomy haze. In all those years, did you ever feel God’s love?

♡ It doesn’t matter at this point. A small part of you wonders if you should have retained your faith, continued your prayers, sought out salvation in the safety of your solitude. At least then, at the hour of your death, you wouldn’t be confronted with the fact of your humanity. The primal fear of death, the spiritual fear of ending up in Hell no matter Capitano’s reassurances.

♡ Capitano…where is he? Weakly, you call out to him but he doesn’t appear. Of course, why would he? You should feel thankful; it means he is probably safe, wherever he is. Still, you can’t help but wish he were here—if not to save you, as he has done by simply keeping you company, but to comfort you one last time. And those are the thoughts which plague you in your final moments, an unheard prayer on the tip of your tongue.

“I pray that we meet again, myself and the first person who truly loved me.”

♡ ______ died on a cloudy day, one of many people persecuted in the name of God. After the Church was destroyed and its followers slaughtered, their body was buried in a mass grave that once flourished with nature. There was a poignant quality to their countenance, an air of distress as transient as the flowers planted above them.

♡ At least, that is how your story ends from the perspectives of the survivors. But to the angels and demons who witnessed the destruction of your town, your death was only the end of a chapter in your life. In their eyes, Capitano had been present all throughout, an invisible witness to your death, absolute in his refusal to perform an unauthorized miracle.

♡ He remained by your side until the light faded from your eyes. That was when he took notice of the bouquet of narcissus clutched in your hand, tainted with blood despite your feeble efforts to save his gift. A soldier approached your corpse, intending to drag it down the steps for burial; but before they could touch you, Capitano appeared before them.

♡ It was only for a brief second, but the soldier drew back and cowered in fear. In the following days, they were haunted by the memory of the angelic figure who appeared outside the Church of Mondstadt. Or more precisely, the monster who prayed over a bloodstained corpse and took a bouquet of ruined flowers out of their grasp.

✿ ⚘

From the moment you wake up, all peace leaves the meadow.

What happened? Your memory comes back in hazy fragments—death, darkness, blinding light, pearly gates, ethereal figures. Most vivid is the sensation of strong arms and soft feathers, a familiar warmth which accompanied you throughout your journey.

As for your current surroundings, you are in a meadow so beautiful that it brings to mind the Garden of Eden. Flowers of every variety bloom across the scenery, some out of season. The sky is bright, sunless, a canvas of multiple colors. There are no other signs of life.

Internally, too, something feels off. A nearby pond provides a glimpse of your reflection—white garments, gold scars in place of your fatal injuries, your disoriented countenance. If this place is what you think it is…shouldn’t you feel at peace, happy even? And why are you alone?

Your gaze lands on a patch of flowers. Pure white, perianth petals, cup-shaped coronas…the same type of narcissus which grew in your favorite meadow. The flowers point in different directions, as though searching for a sun that does not exist.

“You are awake.”

A shadow touches your form, engulfing you in darkness. It bears a large, unrecognizable shape but such details evade you as you recognize the voice behind you.

“Capitano!” Immediately, you turn around, only to gasp and suppress a scream.

The person before you…can you even call him human? He is incredibly tall, to the point that you must crane your neck to see his face—assuming there is one beneath his iron mask. His body is clad in silver armor, stained blood in some places. A halo, shaped like a crown of thorns, shines behind his head.

But what shocks you are his wings. A single pair covered in radiant white feathers and eerily dark blue eyes. Each eye seems to glow with an uncanny aura.

Dark blue eyes with a striking resemblance to Capitano’s. What more for his long black hair and his solemn manner of speaking?

It doesn’t make your revelation any less unsettling.

“Capitano.” Your voice comes out in a nervous whisper. “Is it really you? You’re a…”

“An angel,” he confesses. He takes a step back, widening the distance between your bodies. “I ask that you pardon my appearance. Such was my sacrifice—for my true form, in all of its monstrosity, to be my sole image.”

His human face comes to mind, along with the kind gaze you fell in love with.

You feel the weight of multiple gazes on you. “What do you mean?”

“Is this realm to your satisfaction?” he asks. “I beseeched God to create a special paradise for you, cut off from the rest of Heaven. The price is that your capacity to feel negative emotions remains in this realm…though that is preferable.”

Preferable? How so? Right now, you can barely process what he is telling you. You are dead. Your companion is an angel. Your soul is in paradise, but not exactly.

After everything you’ve been through, you were still deemed worthy of a place in Heaven.

“I am sorry.”

Capitano’s voice brings you back to reality. He has never sounded more serious, emotional, repentant. And when you look up…

Is he crying?

Most of his eyes remain open, focusing on you with a fervent stare. But others are downcast, as if unable to face you. And a few appear glossy, blinking back iridescent tears.

“I am truly sorry.” He bows his head in shame, wings folded. “What I did to you was cruel, an absolute injustice.”

You don’t know which eyes to make contact with. “You—”

“It must have been painful,” he continues. “Even if I were to justify my actions, the truth lies in the fact that I tolerated your suffering for my own selfish desires. And that is why I ask not for your forgiveness, knowing I am the one at fault.”

Silence. In light of Capitano’s confession, all you can do is stare at him and comprehend the weight of your situation. What exactly are you supposed to feel, knowing his betrayal? Knowing that regardless of your feelings, you have nowhere else to go in the afterlife?

Yet despite it all, your prayer came true. The two of you were able to meet again.

And that is what compels you to take a step forward, to come closer until you are standing in front of him. “Hey, it’s…don’t cry.”

A delicate sensation blesses his wings—your hands carefully tracing his feathers to wipe away his tears. Several eyes widen in surprise, but all he can see in your gaze is sympathy.

“I’ll admit, it was painful,” you tell him. “Dying alone. But maybe it’s…better this way. If I survived, I’d have to deal with the loss of my home. And who knows what kind of living hell the other Church would’ve put me through?”

Above all, Capitano is the only person whose love you can believe in.

Hesitantly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. The next words to leave your lips are spoken with certainty, bringing fresh tears to his eyes.

“I’m sure it was an act of love on your part.”

His reaction is sudden, incurring your surprise. But all you can do is surrender to Capitano’s embrace, allow his free arm to hold your waist and pull you closer to him. His wings wrap around you, caging you in soft feathers and eerie blue orbs.

“Capitano?” You can only look up at him, peering into the contents of his mask.

…It’s like staring into an abyss, a night sky dotted with twinkling blue stars. But in the absence of a human likeness, his words express what a face cannot.

“Never again,” he vows, “shall I allow harm to befall you. That is a promise.”

The hand on your waist moves upwards to caress your face. His touch is light, more hesitant than his previous gestures.

“You need not serve God nor partake in fruitful labor like the other souls in Heaven. All I ask is that you rest, indulge yourself, enjoy this paradise to the fullest.”

A flower is pinned to his armor, right above his heart. You recognize it instantly—a narcissus in full bloom, stained with your blood.

“If you desire a flower, it shall grow at once. If there are any books you would like to read, they shall be brought to you shortly.”

What was the name of that variety again? Narcissus triandrus. Angel’s tears.

“If you are in need of my presence, I shall appear before you, so long as I am not in the midst of battle. And should you ever desire the opposite, I can promise my distance.”

When Capitano looks into your eyes, all he can see is his own reflection. Whatever emotion colors your gaze, it casts his true image in a compassionate light.

“I shall do everything in my power to bring you joy for all of eternity. Such will be my penance.”

“...All right.” With that, you close your eyes and lean into his touch. He feels warm, comfortingly familiar. “I’ll trust you on that.”

Rest in peace, ______.

Think not of your mortal body in the beginning stages of decay.

Think not of your tormentors who are paying for their sins in Hell.

Think only of eternity with your beloved savior.

♡

More Church AU here!! Dottore ๑ Arlecchino ๑ Pantalone ๑ Pierro ๑ Dainsleif

Note:: Please do not send me any Church AU asks/ requests involving other characters or dynamics who are not listed in my masterlist.

Aahhhh it's done....this idea turned out much heavier than expected, but I'm glad that I was able to write this!! I hope you all cried over enjoyed the story of Angel! Capitano and his damsel. They were truly a delight to write for~

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[the-hornedwitch]

The Devil is in the Details: Compelling Depictions of Lucifer in Film

We are often bombarded with depictions of Lucifer as the antagonist. As a Practitioner of the Left Hand Path, I have a complex relationship with these portrayals - one that I refuse to let hinder my enjoyment of film. Horror with religious undertones has become one of my guilty pleasures, along with dramas and action films that explore end-times scenarios and battles with Lucifer/Satan. While He is frequently cast as the villain, which is understandable given the mainstream narrative, I'd like to explore some representations of The Dark Lord that I believe capture aspects familiar to those of us who walk this Path.

Black Phillip- The VVitch

"Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?" That line in itself embodies all that is Lucifer. It is near-whispered, layered and echoed with other voices, to young Thomasin, who stands with her mother's blood dried to her skin. The words hang there, not so much as a question but an invitation.

During the Puritan Era (1625-1660), European settlers adhered to strict religious doctrine that often bastardized and corrupted the indigenous practices of the American inhabitants, as well as the former pagan practices of their own European roots. We see this nuanced portrayal in the film as we follow Thomasin and her family. Her father William, while pious, is a very proud man. His lack of knowledge when it comes to surviving off the land is well depicted through his struggles with growing crops and hunting. We see the only thing William is good at is chopping wood and defending his eldest daughter from the grieving rage of her mother, who seems to hate Thomasin not only for the tragic loss of baby Samuel (taken by the Witch of the wood), but for her very existence as a young woman coming into her own.

Early in the film, we're introduced to an imposing presence: a striking 210-pound black Arapawa billy goat, whom the twins Jonas and Mercy affectionately call Black Phillip. Thomasin learns from Mercy that Black Phillip speaks to them - what seems at first like childhood fantasy takes on a darker significance as Thomasin begins to experience various supernatural events. These incidents build to a crescendo when middle son Caleb returns naked and "bewitched" from his desperate journey into the woods for food.

As Caleb lies in religious ecstasy, succumbing to the now potent supernatural forces, we witness the complete breakdown of the family dynamic. It begins with the twins' shocking refusal to pray over their dying brother - a pivotal moment that fractures their parents' illusion of maintaining a godly household. This escalates into the stereotypical 'witch' accusation turned against Thomasin, but the film subverts our expectations by making this accusation both false and prophetic. This event seals Thomasin's fate. As she is condemned to the goat pen with her siblings, both her mother and father are met with the full force of what they fear: The Devil.

It is the next morning that we realize there is far more to Black Phillip than what we were led to believe. After Black Phillip's killing of William (the symbolic removal of corrupted masculinity), and Thomasin's survival-driven killing of her mother (the symbolic removal of the corrupted feminine), Thomasin stands alone.

Once night falls, we are granted conference with The Dark Lord Himself, in His form of Black Phillip. As Thomasin stands with her mother's blood dried to her skin, she conjures Black Phillip to speak with her as He did with Jonas and Mercy. The velvety, layered, and echoed voice we are greeted with is both loving and terrifying. With the simple words "What dost thou want?" we come face to face with the Liberator Himself.

This entire scene is handled with such nuance and care, it still gives me chills. Thomasin's innocent reply of "What canst thou give?" followed by Black Phillip's response, "Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?"

With each offer, there is deeper meaning behind its simplicity. Butter, a simple pleasure you and I share, was something denied to Thomasin as her family struggled. A pretty dress, a symbol of femininity Thomasin had been denied through her parents' rigid religious indoctrination. To "live deliciously" transcends these mundane luxuries. An invitation to not only physical freedom, but spiritual liberation. Lucifer is giving Thomasin a chance to reclaim everything that was rightfully hers, before it was stripped away by religious doctrine. She is offered back her autonomy, her sexuality, her power, and most importantly, her true self.

All this is offered to Thomasin with the simple request of signing her name in His book - a book He had offered her mother, a book that symbolizes freedom and not the fear-based notion of giving one's soul away. Much like myself, Thomasin hesitates. "I cannot write my name." Yet in His patient glory, He offers, "I will guide thy hand."

This rather simple exchange shows us the true nature of The Liberator. Instead of responding with demands of blind obedience, He shows her understanding and patience at the exposure of her vulnerability. One that is a direct result of the patriarchal restrictions He now offers her freedom from. Her inability to write isn't met with judgment, instead He offers assistance. Depicting the aspects of Lucifer that represent His role as a mentor in one's transformation. Instead of forcing and commanding, He is supportive and guiding.

His gentle patience stands in stark contrast to the rigid demands of her family's faith, that was riddled with conditional love based on the adherence to their doctrine. Lucifer offers unconditional acceptance and guidance on one's journey to self-realization.

With the offer of rebirth as her true, honest self, Thomasin follows Black Phillip into the woods. There, she is openly accepted by other Witches, as they physically rise above the flames of a fire into the night sky. Much like myself, Thomasin weeps and laughs at the new-found glory and power she has found in herself.

Unlike Christian and mainstream depictions of Lucifer as something evil and hateful, "The VVitch" offers a more nuanced truth that resonates with me as a practitioner of The Left Hand Path. Through Black Phillip, we see Lucifer not as an antagonist, but a patient guide who offers true liberation. Yes, Thomasin does lose her entire family in a rather horrific and ritualistic fashion. It has been my experience that we must go through hardships and difficulties to learn what needs to be learned, to grow into who we truly are. While we can sit and complain that we are suffering, we must understand that these hardships allow us opportunities to transcend. Lucifer guides us, not unlike how He offered to guide Thomasin's hand. His power lies not in corruption or deception, but in the gentle recognition of our innermost desires for freedom and self-realization. The transformation He offers Thomasin - and indeed, offers to all who seek Him - is not a fall from grace but an ascension to one's authentic self. In those moments of hesitation, when we stand like Thomasin with the weight of doctrine and judgment upon us, He does not demand or condemn. Instead, He simply offers to guide our hand, leading us not into damnation, but into delicious truth

[scarasimping]

But have we talked about Pirate! Scara angst?

He knows he’s a pirate and he steals and gets in trouble but it doesn’t you from loving him, he’ll distance himself not wanting you to get hurt, if he got caught stealing something of value you would run after him and the guards, you know when they lost him were he would be and when you find him…

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note before you start!: I haven't mentioned it in anything yet, but in my mind the princess is under strict watch, so it's almost impossible for her to leave the castle and see scara....almost. I'm also trying to stick closer to the plot I have in mind for pirate scara and the princess’s story, so it's a little different than the request. hopefully it all makes sense.

also i was listening to work song by hozier while writing this i think its fitting for how scara feels about the princess.

word count: 1.85k

Pirate! Scara believes wholeheartedly that he does not deserve you. He's a liar and a thief; he can't wash away the blood on his hands from all of the battles he fought, where someone had to die and he couldn't let it be him.

Yet, these same hands are the ones you hold so gently, the ones that you bring to cup your own face and kiss the palm of. He feels as though being with him is going to stain your perfect and gentle soul, that he's smearing the blood he's taken onto you while you just smile so beautifully and tell him how much you love him.

He doesn't even notice he's begun to distance himself from you; it happened instinctively. His nightly visits soon turned to every other night, to once a week, until he stopped showing up all together. 

It wasn't like you could ask someone to check up on him, or else that would give away all the rendezvous you were having, so you really had no idea why he stopped coming to see you. All you know is that in his more recent visits before he disappeared, he seemed so much more...sad. He clung to you tighter, his voice cracked like he was going to cry, but the tears never fell, and his responses were much more vague, whereas before he would tell you all sorts of stories in great detail about his adventures on the open sea.

For a while, you thought he left your kingdom all together, without even saying goodbye. That soon proved to be false, however, when you overheard some guards talk about how they heard someone sneak into the people’s bank on the far side of your kingdom, and how they almost caught him, but were a few seconds too late. 

So, not only was he ignoring you, he was getting sloppy with his work, meaning something had  to be wrong with him, and you were determined to find out what. 

When the moon rises the following night, and the kingdom is asleep, you put your plan into action. Waiting until just after a set of footsteps passes your door, since there’s usually a large gap of time between each person passing, you step out onto the terrace and start climbing down the same way you had watched your lover do many times before. It definitely took a lot longer than he would take, too scared of falling and getting gravely injured to go any faster, but eventually you made it to the cold, grassy ground underneath. Pulling the hood of your cloak over your head, you made a break for the treeline that separated the castle from the ocean. After a short run through the miniature forest, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks and sand reaches your ears, soon followed by the ocean coming into view. Though there were many ships at the pier, it was easy to tell which one was Scaramouche’s, his being the only pirate ship in a swarm of those meant for business only. 

The crew members on night watch easily picked up your presence as you approached, as any cloaked figure nearing the ship would be suspicious and hard to miss. Though you hadn’t met most of them before, you could tell the man staring down at you from the edge of the ship was Xiao. Scaramouche had described him before, and said he was the only crew member with tattoos.

He was observant and knew who you were as well, staring down at you with an unblinking and piercing glare.

“I know why you’re here, but if I let you on, you won’t like what you’ll see,” he warned, and a loud thud coming from the ship drew your attention away from his face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was Scaramouche making that noise.

You look back at Xiao with a determination on your face, your own glare matching his own. He sighs, turning his back to you and lowering the gangway for you to climb on. Walking on the ship without Scaramouche right next to you is definitely a  different experience, and one you are not happy about. 

Xiao watches as you approach the captain’s cabin, before walking away, not wanting to invade at a moment that should be private.

The thudding you heard earlier only gets louder as you approach the door to Scaramouche’s quarters. You knock softly, barely audible, and there’s no answer, so you assume he didn’t hear you.

You’re cautious as you open the door, peeking your head inside. Scaramouche is there, standing over his desk with his hands gripping the wood so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Crumbled pieces of paper were scattered across the floor, his bottle of ink thrown across the room as well as his hat. Everything was shoved off of his desk as well, as if knocked off in one fell swoop, and many other things were thrown around in anger, making a mess of his usually neat room.

“Did I say you could come in?” Scaramouche seethes, looking up with such fury in his eyes, it had you scared. He didn’t seem to realize it was you until after he said those words with such a bitter tone. When his eyes lay on you, they soften just a bit and a look of regret washes over him. He never wanted you to see this side of him - the angry and harsh side he only showed to his enemies or his crew when he was really upset.

“You..” he starts, sighing and dropping his head to avoid looking at your fear-stricken face. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you really think you could disappear and I wouldn’t notice?” You responded, shifting awkwardly where you stood, still behind the door. 

“Can I…come in?” 

Scaramouche runs a hand down his face, shaking his head at his own foolishness. It was clear you were trying your best not to upset him more, and that only made him feel worse.

“Yes, yes, of course, get in here.”

At his words, you cautiously step inside his room, closing the door behind you softly. Still, you were barely inside, hanging by the door and attempting not to overstep. Scaramouche sighs once more,  moving away from his desk and sitting down on his bed, head in his hands. “Sit.”

Though it’s true he was a man of few words, how little he was saying made you anxious. You sat down on the bed, keeping a few feet of space between your bodies.

“So what happened, dearest?” You asked him, breaking the silence that had grown between you.

“Nothing, I was just writing, that’s all.”

“Just writing?” You looked at him incredulously, glancing at all of the papers and the ink bottle spilling on the floor. “What were you writing that could have possibly made you so angry?”

“It’s not necessarily what I was writing, more so that I couldn’t explain everything the way I wanted to,” he responded, and true to his deceptive nature, you could tell he was only telling half-truths. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole story.

“I’m sure it’s not so bad, let me see,” you say, leaning down and picking up a crumpled paper from the floorboards, unraveling it in your hands.

“No! Don’t read that!”

Scaramouche snatches the paper from your fingertips, but it was too late. You had already seen the most important part.

“You were going to leave? And you were going to tell me through some letter instead of coming to see me?”

Scaramouche sits in silence, tonguing his cheek as he looks away from you, crushing the paper once more in his hands. It took him a while to form words, and for a second you thought he simply wasn’t going to answer. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before, finally, he speaks.

“It’s for the best…that way you can finally marry someone like your father wants who would treat you way better than I.” Again, he doesn’t say the whole truth, but growing up with a dismissive father and a mother who never spoke up, you have learned to read between the lines.

“You don’t think you’re enough for me, do you? Is that what this is?” 

His silence answers your question for you, and the fact that he couldn’t face you only enforced that fact. You scoot closer to him, closing the distance that separated you two. One of your hands rests on his shoulder while the other cups his cheek, turning his head to look at you. His face was tinted red and tears welled in his eyes. You decide not to point that out though, as to not ruin how far you had gotten to being able to comfort him. When it came to emotions, Scaramouche was difficult, to say the least, so the fact that he was almost crying around you was a big step.

“I don’t want some pompous prince or a rich man’s son; I want you.”

He simply clicks his tongue at this, rolling his eyes. He takes hold of the hand that holds his face and removes it, simply planning to let go afterwards, but you intertwine your fingers instead. When comforting a man that’s as emotionally constipated as Scaramouche is, persistence is key after all.

“Dearest, if you weren’t enough for me, I wouldn’t be with you despite the universe being against us or sneaking out of the castle to come see you. I only want you, so stop being an idiot and avoiding me!�� You tried to reason with him.

He simply drops his head once more, and you lean your forehead against his. He bites his lip, holding back a smile as you insult him in this situation.“Alright, I get it, now drop it please.” 

A small chuckle escapes you, and once again you hold his cheek in your hand. His eyes look up, meeting your own, and you can see the relief flooding through him.

“Are you still going to leave?” You whisper, and Scaramouche shakes his head.

“Not yet, though you know I will have to eventually? A man like me can’t stay in one place for long.”

“We’ll figure that out when the time comes, but for now, can I stay with you?”

Scaramouche doesn’t answer; he simply leans forward and presses his lips against your own. The hand that holds onto yours tightens as he pulls you even closer, turning his body to face you even more. His other hand holds onto your waist, thumb caressing you over your shirt. He’s smiling as he kisses you, each movement filled with more and more longing than the last. Even without words being spoken, you can feel how much he’s missed you these past couple of weeks. He’ll allow himself to taint you with his hands that have committed countless sins just this once, and be selfish with you, because who knows how long it will be until his hands can’t hold you anymore. 

[intothetlkverse]

Decided to challenge myself by drawing every single TLK character out there, up until this point in time, and post it here. You can see the finished project on my main account, though I figured to post it on my tumblr just show I could proudly show off my work and a few of my head canons.

Here is the second part of all the elephants across TLK:

Starting off from "The Elephants' Graveyard" we have four elephants. Ashtaa/Ashta(faith) is the leader of her herd and the successor of her aunt Daran/Dara(embrace), may her bones and spirit be laid to rest. Between taking over the responsibilities as leader for the herd, dealing with her aunt's decline and eventual death, pregnancy, and raising two claves already, she has been rather stress and unable to see how her two children have ben affected recently. Still, she is a steady, wise, compassionate, and merciful leader and mother. Her eldest son Harak(fast) has been growing envious of his little sister Belee/Beevi(angel-Arabic), and his jealousy and desire for more of his mother's attention has caused him to do some questionable things, such as nearly killing his younger sister and a then cub Simba in a bone avalanche. Fortunately this event and his mother scolding him is enough to break him out of his envy and after apologizing he vows to do better, though eventually the guilt of what he's done will prompt him to leave the herd and find a new place where he can truly start over. Beevi is very sweet, naïve, and forgiving, however since her brother's actions she has become more alert and cautious, much like how her mother describes her great-aunt to have been like.

Next up from the 6NA story "How True, Zazu?" is Pembe(horns) and her two calves, Cheka(laugh) and Lulu(pearls), looking disappointedly at them for spreading false rumors in order to discredit and humiliate Zazu, though she shares part of the blame for this. Despite knowing the importance of Zazu's near constant scouring and message-delivery, her comments and gossiping about his constant hovering and news delivery was picked up by her children and their friends, who decide to prank Zazu by giving false information and faltering Mufasa's trust in him. However, after Zazu saves the day and everyone from an army ant infestation, the two come clean with their friends about what they did, apologize, and offer to help Zazu out to make amends, while Pembe reflects on how her own actions and words affect her children. Cheka is the more bold, brash, and trouble-making of the two while Lulu is more obedient, but naïve and persuadable of the two.

Next up from the issue "Prickly Problems" is another four elephants. Starting off is Grandmother Elephant/Endesha(guide) who I have decided to merge with Lead Elephant from "Timon in Trouble", so she is both the head healer for her herd and the matriarch of it. From healing plants to poultices, she is a wealth-spring of information and has infinite wisdom, kindness, and mercy to spare. Her son Elimu(knowledge) has taken after her in this regard, choosing to stay with his herd, unlike most males, to help protect and aid his herd. Beside her is his sister and Esme's mother Sama(weather), who has inherited her mother's level-headedness in stressful situations and willingness to help others. Esme(Kind Defender-Arabic) is basically Beevi without the jealous brother, very naïve, kind, and innocent, surrounded by loving family members.

Going back to the Pridelands for a moment we have two helpful pachyderms. First off from the comic "Good Behavior" is Bantam/Basam(smiling-Arabic). A helpful lad who can use his trunk like a leafblower, he helps Simba and Nala clean out the cave so they can get put from under Zazu's strict babysitting rules. I like to think they rewarded him by helping get some hard to reach fruit for him. Next up is former Pridelands' resident Jelani(mighty) from "Simba and the Lost Waterfall". A strong and kind soul, Jelani left the Pridelands during Scar's reign and made himself a home in the Oasis. Simba frequently returned there to help form alliances with fellow prides and to help Timon's colony settle in, and ended up conscripting Jelani's help when a giant tree blocked off a river leading towards a pool.

Below him are his son and wife, part of Endesha's herd from "Timon in Trouble"; Toot/Thato(love-Afrikaans) and Toot's mother/Nariki(I love you). Jelani is more the solitary sort, however he knows about his son and does frequently visit the both of them, spending time with his son and teaching his son things he'll need to know. Thato is very curious and playful at this age, if a bit reckless, and Nariki hopes he'll take after his father's more subdued, yet kind nature as he grows.

To the right and below them we have three elephants from the Timon and Pumbaa Show. Starting off is Chafya(sneeze) from the episode, "Can't Take a Yolk". A scatterbrained and slow-witted fellow, he at least is polite and even-tempered. On the opposite end, we have Gavu(gum) from from "Doubt of Africa", Nedum's brother. Sharing his brother's aggressive attitude, even the slightest thing can set him off, so many choose to avoid him. Lastly, head of the bullies in "Good Mousekeeping" is Mpira(rubber/ball). Since there are so many grey elephants in the show, plus all the bullies look identical, I decided to use my own colors to save my sanity. I also scaled his age way down to a teenager/young adult. He's a jerk that likes to pick on a poor albino mouse, though apparently can't take what he dishes out.

Lastly, from the comic "The Elephant Walk",  we have Koroma(snort)and Ziradi(herb). A pair of calves who are separated by their herd and are terrified of running into carnivores, they unknowingly accept the help of one by the name of Simba, and only at the end when Mufasa arrives if his identity/species revealed at which both faint from surprise. The two are cousins and their fear comes from an incident Ziradi had which resulted in her nicked ear. In the night she accidently strayed to far from the herd, panicked and started frantically running around. her ear snagged against a rock's sharp edge and tore. When she was found, she spun a tale of how she was attacked by a viscous predator in the night, spreading the fear towards her cousin. Of course Simba has since earned the respect and trust of the two since, though even as king and grown up, the two are a bit more skittish then other elephants about predators.

[kovaipaavai]

Mudivilla Kaadhal.

Arunmozhi Varman opened his eyes for 25678424th time. He slowly looked around his bed and recognized that he was back at the Choodamani Viharam and let out a relieved sigh. In all his travels , this was the first time his wishes had been been granted and he was very thankful to Parameswaran for this chance

His very first time in the Kaalachakkaram , Arunmozhi had traveled back to the day Rajendra was made crown prince. His ten year old son had looked so detached from his other children and co-wives , and had looked at him with such apathy and dislike that he had nearly wept. He had spent the years thereafter attempting to mend his bridges and build a decent relationship with his son , but until the very end, their relationship had been that of a ruler and his subordinate, with his son seeking paternal affection from Vandiyar and familial love from the Irukkuvel clan.

The next few times around , He'd had traveled back to when Rajendra was but a baby and Vaanathi had left him for heavenly abode. He'd tried to get Panchavan Devi to nurture and bring up Rajendra, convinced by her vows of love and affection. He had been deceived by her act of maternal love until her excessive coddling of Rajendra and strict discipline of Raja Raja had proved that false. He'd then wisened up and handed Rajendra's responsibility to his sister and brother-in-law who'd become his parents in all but name and had raised him to become a wonderful prince.

With each cycle into the Kaalachakkaram his discontent had increased and it had taken him fifty cycles of reliving his life to realize that his discontent came from being viewed as nothing but a royal scepter by his wife and children. He was always the Udayaar that granted lands , privileges , grants and favors. He was the throne that always gave but seldom received . Fate and circumstances had distanced his loved ones from him. The people that enveloped him love and affection had either departed from the mortal plane or had been distanced by the repulsive aspects of his scepter. Despite the discontent , displeasure and tiredness , Arunmozhi kept fulfilling his duties to the throne and country like an automaton , understanding that Parameswaran had a reason to lead him into the kaalachakkara but blind to the purpose his lives were solving and the action that would take him out of it.

His mechanical existence had come to an end another fifty cycles later, when he had woken up as a young princeling in Pazhaiyarai and his dormant heart woke up with a loud thud at the sight of Vaanathi ; his Vaanathi in all her joy, glory and vivaciousness. He'd fallen headlong in love with her ; only for doubts to cloud his mind and prevent his heart from giving in to overwhelming love. Every time he'd tried to course correct , Samudra Kumari or someone else would steer him away with assumptions and conjectures and in the end , the Vaanathi he'd married ended up being a husk of the Vaanathi he'd fallen in love with ; her joy filled eyes , now full of distrust and her once joyous smiles full of disappointment. She'd wasted away that life as he had struggled to find a harmonious balance between love and duty. He had been heartbroken at her passing, even as moved on and lived out his life in dedication to his throne and people.

A few thousand cycles passed with him trying to balance love and duty , trust and belief, but each cycle ended the same way - it took him too long to trust Vaanathi and that left their relationship extremely unstable and vulnerable to the needs of the throne. At the end of one such cycle , he'd discovered letters that Vaanathi had written him , letters that had been ignored and unanswered , letters that had only received silence and neglect. He'd held those letters close to his heart and cried out loud. The letters had accompanied him on long, lonely and dreary nights through that life and the thousands of others that had followed suit.

After passing through tens and thousands of lifecycles where he never got to meet her alive , Arunmozhi had woken up in horror to find himself in a cycle where the balances had tipped unfavorably. Vaanathi had become some one else's pride and joy. Betrothed to Vaanathi out of his own choice , Arunmozhi of that timeline had forgone his vows , as doubts and distrust impeded his judgement and muddled his mind. Aditya Karikalan, surprisingly alive in that cycle had stepped out to defend the family's honor by marrying Vaanaathi and he , who had arrived a little too late, was forced to remain a bystander , watching Vaanathi and Anna build a life together .

Anna as well as Vaanathi had been miserable after their wedding , but their shared understanding about love and loss had given them common ground to walk on. Kundavai and Vandhiyar had meddled further , allowing for a beautiful friendship to blossom between the unwilling spouses and that friendship had grown from strength to strength as the entirety of Tanjai watched in disbelief and surprise.

In that life , Anna had left on a long campaign against the Rashtrakutas and timid , docile Vaanathi had followed him to war, defying all norms and conventions. When they'd come back to Tanjai after three years on the road , Arunmozhi had been surprised to see them enveloped in lightness , joy and newfound love. The seeds of friendship sown by his capricious actions had took root in their hearts and had blossomed into endless love and unyielding trust.

As he watched in utter despair , Anna helped his wife off her horse , held her suspended mid air , and laughed out loud ,as she'd whispered something into his ear. For the first time in a hundred thousand years , Arunmozhi understood what Vaanathi had felt every time he'd courted a new spouse for the throne and what Anna had felt when greeted by Nandini at the Pazhuvoor palace.

In that life , Arunmozhi wished for a speedy death . Death would free him from the twin fires of misery and jealousy , hopefully leading him into another cycle where Vaanathi was his to hold and love. But emperumaan had other wishes. Arunmozhi lived and thrived, long enough to see his brother ascend to the throne , crown vaanathi and shower her with love , affection and admiration.

The next hundred thousand cycles had been equally miserable. In some of them , his harsh words had driven Vaanathi away and in others , the floods took her away from him as Samudrakumari refused to life a single finger in help. In one such cycle where he'd lost Vaanathi to the floods , Samdura kumari had approached him with honeyed words of love , only for him to reject her with an expression of extreme disgust. In one other cycle , where his prior self had driven Vaanathi away with his hateful actions, Arunmozhi had attempted to make amends and confess his love, only for his idhaya raani to reject him and seek cloister at a buddhist monastery.

In the last cycle , he had finally managed to win his idhaya raani's heart , and shower her with his long pent up love and affections. But that respite has been too short and too late. As they were swept away by the furious floods of Mother Kaaveri , Arunmozhi prayed for one last chance. As his lungs filled with water and mud , Arunmozhi prayed lord almighty for one last chance ; one last cycle of the kaalachakkaram where he could prioritize love over throne ; a cycle where he could love and cherish Vaanathi every breath he took , every step of the way until they were tired of living and moved on to the next plane.

As his eyes closed in surrender to the demands of fate , Arunmozhi prayed and left the cycle , only to wake up in Naagaipattinam , for the 25678424th time. He looked around the room and finally noticed Vaanathi , curled up and fast asleep, by the foot of his bed. As he cried out in joy and relief, his maanvizhiyaal woke up , disturbed by the noise and disoriented by the location.

Tripping over the prayer mats , his darling rushed to his side, to make sure he was okay and Arunmozhi took her into his embrace as love and longing oozed from every single pore of his physical being. As tears and love choked his throat , he confessed his feelings to Vaanathi through that wonderful , long and never ending night. As daylight dawned over the horizon, Arunmozhi embraced a tearful Vaanathi and continued to speak to her words of love , ardor and trust , words that he managed to prioritize all through their life. That cycle , Arunmozhi stayed true to his heart , honoring the sanctity of their vows and purity of their love over any kingdom fate had to offer. That cycle , Arunmozhi had one true wife all through his life . Even after her passing , his heart stayed full and harem remained empty. That cycle , as Arunmozhi lay dying , he prayed the lord for one more chance - one more chance at a happier life , one more chance at contentment and a longer life with his Vaanathi. Arunmozhi was more than willing to remain in the endless cycles of the kaalachakaram , as long as he had a chance to shower his Idhaya Raani with his endless love and unfettered affection.

Note :

I had always wanted to write a multiverse of madness with Arunmozhi as the hero , given that he's very slow on the uptake. In this story , our Chola prince lives through multiple timelines and parallel universes until he gets his priorities right.

[yesmissnyx]

Hey! I was the anon who wrote that long ask about kink as play, red flags for subs, and so forth. I wanted to address a few questions raised by the other anon who asked about it.

I’d like to start with what I feel is a false dichotomy between kink being a game or fantasy, and it being a *real* expression of love and kindness. The two things aren’t mutually exclusive in the slightest. Playing all sorts of games with a lover can be a powerful vehicle for and manifestation of love and kindness. You could play chess, Magic the Gathering, or an mmorpg with a lover, and while the game itself is only as real as you make it, the shared experience and affection expressed and received is very real. I emphasized kink being play because I want inexperienced subs to internalize that they have a selfhood outside or beyond the game even when it feels very intense and very real (which it should!). Even if you’re in a strict 24/7 D/s dynamic, there’s still a you who’s not *actually* a slave to your mistress. A you who could safeword out, a you who could leave that relationship entirely. Even if you never do, even if you never even slightly want to, the existence of that self is crucial for your ability to engage in healthy, consenting kink. It doesn’t make the love you feel when you engage in it less true. The opposite, if anything. If you could leave and choose to stay, if you could assert yourself and choose to submit? That is far more powerful to me as a domme than the alternative. And it feels much safer for me also. My faith in my partner’s ability to use her safeword is what makes me feel safe and confident hitting her until she can’t stand without help, or doing intense cnc things, for example. So the love and affection you feel when playing with your partner, anon, is real. Deeply, inviolably real. Love is as love does, and the love and life you share, whether for a month, a night, or a lifetime, consists of every little moment and action and feeling you share. The things you do together and how you do them. Some couples play tennis, others do petplay.

Second (that first one got long, whew!), I want to address wanting to be taken care of being a red flag. Apologies for creating a misunderstanding with this one. What I wanted to convey is that a sub *leading* with that would be a red flag to me personally. It’s a very common, valid, and potentially rewarding fantasy. The reason I’m wary of it is that I’ve had several experiences with it leading to a very unequal relationship where my needs as a caretaker (or just as a person) were secondary to my partner’s needs. As long as you and your partner are attuned to your own and each other’s needs, and are checking in regularly with intent to change things whenever or however much they might need to be adjusted, there’s no reason you can’t safely and rewardingly enjoy a caretaker/caretakee (is that a word?) dynamic. As I said, it’s just that when a sub leads with that it makes me think they haven’t thought seriously about what they’re asking for from me in the medium and long term, or how they might make sure my needs are met in reciprocation.

To that anon: from your description it doesn’t sound like you’re doing anything wrong or harmfully. You’re doing just fine, and your commitment to healthy and safe kink is both palpable and laudable, and will serve you well when mistakes happen. Keep playing, keep loving, keep learning. You’re doing amazing.

If there’s something that you (or anyone else out there!) wants me to talk more about or clear up further, I’m happy to do so with Miss Nyx’s approval, facilitation, and participation in this awkward game of anon telephone.

Stay sexy, stay weird <3

All good additions! And also:

"Some couples play tennis, others do petplay."

^^^ I love that 😤🙏

[hmshermitcraft]

(For the theme!)

Where False comes from, warriors are slaves to the royal family. They're seen as less than people, and with her being an eagle hybrid, she was seen even lower than that.

So, when she comes to hermitcraft, that's how she expects it to be. She's always guarding someone, even when she's so tired she can barely move. She won't eat or sleep unless someone tells her to (tells her she's allowed to), and then they have to make her food because she never got the chance to learn.

It took until season 4 for someone to bring it up, and she's shocked to learn that's... not normal across other servers.

Even now in season 9, she'll sometimes fall into it. She'll follow the nearest hermit and defend them with her live, she won't eat or sleep unless she's told. The hermits have gotten better at seeing the signs.

Another fun thing was learning she's allowed to love people. She liked people, sure!

But her idea of love and care was so warped, she thought loving anyone was being a failure. She liked the baker's daughter, she likes the paperboy who she'd see sometimes, but she didn't love them because she never got to know them.

But now she's allowed to love, and the hermits better be ready, because she has several years of love to unload onto them, and she's not stoppin' will she passes out in someone's arms dramatically!

It's taken a lot to help her unlearn those habits. They don't want to take advantage of her and they've set strict rules for how to act when they realise she's slipped into that state of mind. There's no miracle fix, but False is always at the center of their actions.

Ironically, one of the things that really helped False realise things were different was fighting. Duelling the hermits, challenging them in the minigames - attacking each other without pulling hits. If she's allowed to hit them, then she isn't protecting them. And they're encouraging and cheering her on. They shake hands when it's done. She's on equal footing to the other hermits, not beneath them.

And, as foreign as love is, she doesn't know how she ever lived without it in her life. The hermits love her wings, they love her humour, they love her laugh, they love her creativity, they love her assertiveness. They love her, every single bit of her.

On those days False feels like she isn't allowed it, she can find a hermit and tell them. They'll make sure she knows how much they all love her.

[madamlaydebug]

:/ ... This is a debunk!

On 24 May 2014, the National Report published an article positing that President Obama had ordered the removal of the words 'In God We Trust' (the U.S. national motto) from all U.S. currency by 1 July 2014:

Beginning July 1st the Federal Reserve along with the United States Department of the Treasury will begin printing all currency, which includes all notes and coins, without the words 'In God We Trust'. This modification comes under strict orders from President Barack Obama and his administration.

Obama held a press conference this morning to explain the impending change and to answer questions.

"As our country grows and changes, so must our money," Obama said. "There is [sic] now too many individuals living in this great nation of ours that do not worship the same God as most of us. In fact some folks don't believe in a God at all. This currency adjustment is truly change we can believe in."

By the following day, links and excerpts referencing this article were being circulated via social media, with many of those who encountered the item mistaking it for a genuine news article. However, the article was just a bit of fiction from the National Report, a web site whose stock in trade is publishing outrage-provoking fake news stories such as "President Obama Reported Sedated Following Emotional Breakdown," City in Michigan First to Fully Implement Sharia Law," and "Multiple Wyoming School Districts Implant RFID Chip Technology in Students Without Parental Consent."

In fact, legislation passed in 1955 makes the appearance of the motto "In God We Trust" mandatory on all coins and paper currency issued by the United States. That requirement cannot be unilaterally overturned by the President; Congress would have to specifically pass a bill rescinding the previous legislation in order for the change described here (i.e., the removal of the U.S. motto) to take effect.

(Although various lawsuits over the years have challenged the appearance of "In God We Trust" on U.S. money as a violation of the First Amendment's Establishment Clause, so far all such lawsuits have been rejected by federal courts.)

A petition posted on the official White House web site that urges the Obama administration to "Keep The Words 'IN GOD WE TRUST' on All American Currency" was linked from within the National Report article; that petition was simply a ruse created by the author of the National Report piece himself to lend an air of verisimilitude to his fictional article.

The National Report's disclaimer page notes that:

National Report is a news and political satire web publication, which may or may not use real names, often in semi-real or mostly fictitious ways. All news articles contained within National Report are fiction, and presumably fake news. Any resemblance to the truth is purely coincidental.

The Truth:

A fake news website is behind the false report that President Obama has ordered “under God” to be removed from the government property and the Pledge of Allegiance.

The fake news website, TDAlliance.com, reported on January 31, 2016, that President Obama had taken with “a flurry of executive actions.” The report, which appears under the headline, “Obama Orders Phrase ‘Under God’ to be Banned on all Government Property,” continues:

This order will help “ensure religious diversity” the President said in a press release Saturday.

“The separation of church and state outlined in the First Amendment to the United States Constitution is an important founding principle of our nation. Our nation’s Bill of Rights guarantees not only that the government cannot establish an official religion, but also guarantees citizens’ rights to practice the religion of their choosing or no religion at all.” White House spokesman Josh Earnest told Fox News.

That report is false. And TDAlliance.com is not affiliated with Fox News. “Fox News The FB Page” appears on the website’s masthead, along with Fox News logos.

In reality, The Obama administration has actually defended the government’s use of “under God.” The White House issued a formal response to a petition to remove the phrase from the Pledge of Allegiance in 2011. In response to the petition, which generated more than 20,000 signatures, White House spokesperson Joshua DuBois wrote:

The separation of church and state outlined in the First Amendment to the United States Constitution is an important founding principle of our nation. Our nation’s Bill of Rights guarantees not only that the government cannot establish an official religion, but also guarantees citizens’ rights to practice the religion of their choosing or no religion at all.

Throughout our history, people of all faiths – as well as secular Americans – have played an important role in public life. And a robust dialogue about the role of religion in public life is an important part of our public discourse.

While the President strongly supports every American’s right to religious freedom and the separation of church and state, that does not mean there’s no role for religion in the public square.

When he was a Senator from Illinois, President Obama gave a keynote address at the Call to Renewal conference where he spoke about the important role religion plays in politics and in public life.

A sense of proportion should also guide those who police the boundaries between church and state. Not every mention of God in public is a breach to the wall of separation — context matters.

That’s why President Obama supports the use of the words “under God’ in our Pledge of Allegiance and “In God we Trust’ on our currency and as our national motto. These phrases represent the important role religion plays in American public life, while we continue to recognize and protect the rights of secular Americans. As the President said in his inaugural address, “We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus, and non-believers.” We’re proud of that heritage and the strength it brings to our great country.

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Made up Wings of Fire lore because I can't stop world-building part 1

Even though a lot of this is probably going to be proven false when the guide comes out, this is lore I made recently for my WoF AU (which is literally just the series but I world-built it)

Protaetia was an ancient, celestial entity that mirrored the commonly known dragons. She was a fierce warrior who strived to protect her galaxy from the other challenging galaxies during an intergalactic war. Protaetia had eight daughters, all of which helped her by fighting in the great war. As the war drew to a close, Protaetia’s daughters were all mortally wounded. In order to preserve her daughters, Protaetia told her daughters to lie down on their galaxy’s planets where when they died, their bodies would become the land on which mortal species would walk.

Protaetia and her daughters rested on the planets of their solar system, pairing up with their closest warrior sister. These pairings were:

Pyrrhia & Pantala

Podalonia & Perdita

Phormia & Philornis

Pernolepis & Popa

Protaetia lay down on her own planet where she was so large, she took up half of the planet on her own. Their solar system became known as the Draco System and the five planets within it were to be the homes of dragon species.

The spirits of the sisters persisted on their planets, existing within the landforms they made. They could manipulate small things and certain actions taken by the dragons who lived on them could affect the sisters.

The Sisters and Their Mother

Pyrrhia: Pyrrhia is the eldest sister. She is wise and noble, often quiet and studious. During the war, she would make plans and wanted to go into everything with an idea of how they were going to get out. Pyrrhia always took a special interest in magic which is why she created animus magic for her dragons. She is shameful of the actions her magic caused and isn't eager to bring it back.

Pantala: Pantala was fearless and impulsive. If it weren’t for her older sister Pyrrhia, she would have jumped into every battle with no plan, just trying to stay alive. Pantala values strength but has found that she loves to rest and didn’t mind being at peace. She believes that unity makes everyone stronger and attempted every little thing she could to bring the Pantalan tribes together when they were estranged.

Podalonia: Podalonia was strict and a scholar. She was a believer in tradition and liked to do everything right. Out of all of her sisters, she studied history the closest and would reflect on the past. Despite her strictness, Podalonia would embrace change with the help of her sisters and held the belief that harmful traditions must be broken.

Phormia & Philornis: Phormia & Philornis, the conjoined twins, found balance in each other. Although their situation was tougher than most of their other sisters’, Phormia & Philornis accepted their differences and learned from each other. Where one of them was weak, the other was strong. Together, they could handle everything thrown at them.

Prenolepis: Prenolepis was a pacifist who loved life. During the war, she would cry at the sight of death and beg her sisters to stop fighting. During the short time between the end of the war and her death, Prenolepis felt happy. Although she wouldn’t see it herself, she couldn’t help but beam thinking about how she would support the lives of millions of dragons.

Popa: Popa was always treated like the youngest. She was more innocent than her sisters and liked to explore everything as if she were new to the world. Popa believed in harmony and coexistence, making her fascinated by the idea of life. Popa had a special place in all of her sisters’ hearts.

Perdita: Perdita, the true youngest, often felt neglected. She was in the shadow of Popa and her other sisters, not useful in most ways. During the war, she fought fearlessly but never well enough to be noticed over any of her other sisters. Perdita grew bitter and formed a hatred toward her mother and sisters but they would never know. Perdita suffered silently, letting small mishaps occur to inconvenience her sisters’ lives whenever she could. Perdita died with the regret that she would never publicly rebel against her family.

Protaetia: Protaetia was a strong leader. She was smart and caring. During the war, she lead her daughters, protecting them while letting them take initiative when they showed that they were strong enough to do so. Protaetia felt pride in watching her daughters become mature. She believed in self-discovery and never held her daughters back.

I don't want to lore dump too much at one time so here's everything that has a bit more development. I'm currently working on the continents for the other planets (not Pyrrhia and Pantala). I have to make a lot of fantribes 💀

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Hello.

This is BIGHIT MUSIC.

We regularly initiate legal proceedings against perpetrators of malicious activities targeting BTS, including defamation, personal attacks, sexual harassment, the dissemination of false information, and ill-intentioned criticism. Below is the summary of our key activities:

Since our previous notice, multiple suspects whose cases were forwarded to the prosecution have been fined up to two million won. Among them were individuals who continued uploading malicious posts despite being penalized in earlier complaints. One defendant, who posted hundreds of insulting and defamatory statements on their personal blog, has been convicted and fined a total of five million won. We remain committed to ensuring that suspects with ongoing investigations and legal proceedings are held accountable and face appropriate penalties.

Ongoing cases, including the damages lawsuit against "Taldeok Camp" and civil and criminal lawsuits related to the leak of artists' personal information as well as stalking, are currently under progress. We will make sure that legal action is taken against all individuals who have infringed upon our artists' rights.

We continue to address malicious rumors about our artists and attempts to defame them. This quarter, we have gathered evidence of malicious posts across multiple platforms including DCInside (including BTS Gallery), Nate Pann, Instiz, Ilgan Best, TheQoo, and others, based on fan reports and our internal monitoring system. These cases have been submitted to investigative authorities as criminal complaints.

Furthermore, we are collecting, reporting, and pursuing legal action against malicious posts targeting BTS members currently fulfilling their military service. We maintain a strict zero-tolerance policy, with no settlements or leniency extended to offenders.

BIGHIT MUSIC is always open to reports from fans regarding violations of our artists’ rights. If you encounter malicious posts or illegal activities involving our artists, please report them through the “HYBE Artist Rights Violation Report Website (https://protect.hybecorp.com).”

We are always grateful for your affection and support for BTS. We will continue striving to safeguard the rights of our artists.

Thank you.

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  Act 015 False Hope

Pretty Guardian ✶ Sailor Moon

Characters: Original characters, Canon characters-mentioned Rating: Teen, Older Teen Genre: Angst, Action, Fantasy (Magical Girl) Song: “Angels” Within Temptation

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon.  I only own my versions of the Zodiac Senshi, Ophiuchus, Phoenix, and Andromeda.

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I see the angels I’ll lead them to your door There’s no escape now No mercy no more No remorse ‘cause I still remember The smile when you tore me apart

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  She never thought she would fall for the enemy.  She felt she was too smart for that.  She felt she was too secluded for that.  She kept to her very strict schedule to get better than her older sister, who was the golden child of the family.  However, when her sister came home with a boyfriend of her own, a part of Emiko snapped.

She was told at a younger age never to bring boys home, because she had more important things to do like studying.  She was not interested in dating, but interested in being friends.  Emiko felt no need for crushes.  She was more interested in the similar interests she shared with another person.  It hardly mattered what gender or sex they were.  Still, her father had made the decision and she would abide by that.  However, her sister was always able to bring boys home.  And she was very likely secretly dating them too.

So, imagine Emiko’s surprise when she cozied up to the young man that showed interest in her.  She was interested in what he had to say and he was knowledgeable in many things.  He did not mind that Emiko was more ambitious than him when it came to achieving a high-paying job.  And Emiko did not mind that the young man was less ambitious than her, and preferred the simpler life.  It might have taken away from her studying time, but she did not mind.  She was happy to have met a young man from her cram school that was interested in her.  Someone who studied nonstop and did everything she possibly could to get the best resume she could for her future.

For once in her life, she had hope she could bring this person home and introduce her to her family when she could.

Those were the days, until one day she was walking home with the young man.  And he stopped walking with her for just that moment.  She stopped a few paces and turned to see the young man change right before her eyes.  It was a split second, but she felt something pull her against the wall.  He siphoned something from her chest.  It was precious to her.  It was linked with her Sailor Crystal.  It was what made her human.

Her luminous eyes were no more.  They were dazed and the light did not show in them.  She slumped, while trying to call to attention what was happening to herself.  Something was really wrong.  She tried to will her body to grasp the crystal but it did not move.  It just stayed there slumped.  None of the other girls were there, and she grew scared the young man would take her crystal away from her.

She felt a warm hand underneath her chin.  He tilted her up to look into his eyes.  He could see his face reflected in them, but she stayed dazed.  She could see his smirk as he saw she was a Sailor Senshi, one of the many guardians in this universe.  He merely grinned.  He must have thought he killed one.  He started laughing, grabbing her crystal which glowed a soft green.

Emiko’s bangs covered her dazed eyes and her light brown hair covered her face in a curtain.  It was hurtful that he was laughing, but Emiko attempted to move.  She stayed still from the restraints but her fingers were shaking and wiggling.  She could curse her luck like she did when she was younger, however she got significantly better at this thing called “saving the universe”.  She had to keep a cool head however, just like Sailor Mercury who she looked up to.

The man said something about his boss being happy with him, but Emiko wanted to scoff.  When she was eclipsed, she took out more Sailor Senshi than that.  It was nothing to get excited over.  This man seemed more pathetic than he did when she first met her.  However, she was taken by surprise and was duped because of her jealousy towards her sister.  She was also pathetic.

Help me, she said towards the plants.  They always listened.  It was the one ability she had if she was not transformed.  She could talk and manipulate the plants to a degree.  I must… get back… my heart.  There was nothing at first, but the wind brushed her hair away from her face and a fallen leaf caressed her face.  She closed her eyes to see in mind’s eye the words: Very well.

It took awhile, and the man almost fled from the scene, but she could hear the familiar sound of her smaller, Anatian roses  biting his arm.  The man’s hope for escaping went out the window.

“Get off me!” he yelled.  Shaking his arm, he dropped her crystal.  Another Anatian rose opened its mouth and seemingly swallowed the roses.

“Nomph!” the Anatian rose said in its creepy, shrill voice.  It smiled as he chomped down on the man’s arm, and only got a yell of agonized pain from the young man.

“What the hell are you?!” the young man screamed.  He tried to fight the Anatian rose off his arm, while the other one scurried towards their mistress.  

It opened its mouth and spat the crystal out towards its mistress’ chest.  The crystal floated back in, and light reflected in her eyes again.

“Virgo… constellation power, make up!” Emiko outstretched her hand.  Her fingernails sparkled green as she transformed into Sailor Virgo.  She spun before posing in front of a glowing Virgo symbol.  “Cut it out, I got this!”  She called to the Anatian rose who was biting the young man’s arm.  “Hana-chan!”  She called to the other rose.  She felt its leaf wrap around her hand and it glowed a green and pink and morphed into her naginata.  She pointed it at the young man who was holding his bloodied arm.

“How?”  he gasped.

“Not going to tell you why,” Virgo said.  “You already know.”  She summoned a bright green, pink and brown star at the tip of her blade.  She surrounded it with a ring before firing it off at her enemy.  “We’re so over!”

The man screamed as flowers grew from his silhouette and he crumbled away to ash.

She de-materialized her naginata and the other Anatian rose.  However, before she could bend down to collect a sample of the ash a light was fired at her and she screamed in pain.  She left no trace but her shadow on the deep gray asphalt.  

The disk activated in Phoenix’s hand as she tried to locate Sailor Virgo.  A carved maiden was originally sculpted attached to the disk, and it was surrounded by green flames.  Phoenix found that the green flames were merely embers.  She needed to find her immediately.

However, the wind dancing through the trees strengthened and she could hear a faint scream from one direction.  Phoenix gestured towards Taurus to follow her.

Maybe they have a chance to find her!  The embers were still there!  Once they came to the street with the ash from the young man and shadow on the pavement, their hope vanished.

[links-crosses-multiverse]

Bella the Wolf's actions have crossed the line from personal opinion to harmful and malicious behavior. Her comments, in particular, have been deeply offensive and outright disrespectful, showing a complete disregard for both basic human decency and the law. Calling soldiers "rats" is not only hurtful but could potentially be seen as slanderous. This sort of dehumanizing language demeans individuals who risk their lives for their country, and it undermines the sacrifices they make daily. By using such terms, she may be engaging in defamation or incitement, which are serious offenses in many jurisdictions.

Additionally, her attacks on Technoblade, a beloved content creator who has passed away, are especially egregious. Slandering someone who is no longer here to defend themselves is not only morally reprehensible but could also fall under laws against defamation of the deceased. While these laws differ depending on location, many countries have statutes that protect the reputation of deceased individuals, particularly when it comes to online harassment and cyberbullying. Bella's comments about Technoblade may also cause emotional distress to his family and fans, potentially leading to legal consequences related to emotional harm or harassment.

Her unwarranted targeting of Queen Elizabeth is another troubling aspect of her behavior. Whether or not one agrees with the monarchy, attacking a public figure with baseless insults could be seen as defamation, especially when it’s intended to incite anger or hatred. The laws surrounding free speech do not protect hate speech or harmful rhetoric. Bella's choice to focus her platform on spreading this kind of negativity instead of using her influence for positive or constructive discourse is both damaging and irresponsible.

Ultimately, Bella the Wolf’s actions not only reflect poorly on her character but may also have legal ramifications. Hate speech, defamation, and harassment are taken seriously, especially in an online space where words can have far-reaching consequences. It’s important that her audience recognizes the harm these words cause and that they call out toxic behavior when they see it. A platform should be used responsibly, and when individuals fail to do so, they must be held accountable for the damage they inflict.

This is what is on her YouTube:

Bella the Wolf’s actions, based on the description provided, could potentially violate several laws depending on the jurisdiction. Here's a breakdown of the laws she might have broken:

1. Defamation

Defamation refers to the act of making false statements about someone that harm their reputation. Although defamation laws differ between countries, the essence remains similar: if someone makes a false statement about a person that causes harm to their reputation, they can be held liable.

Slander of Technoblade (deceased): While defamation laws typically protect living individuals, in some jurisdictions, statements that defame the deceased can lead to legal consequences if those statements cause emotional harm to surviving family members. Bella’s attack on Technoblade, who has passed away, could be considered defamation or slander if her statements were false and intended to damage his reputation.

Statements about Soldiers: Referring to soldiers as "rats" could be seen as defamatory if it falsely accuses them of dishonorable or unethical behavior, especially since military service is often held in high regard in many societies. This could potentially harm their personal or professional reputation, and defamation laws could come into play.

2. Cyberbullying and Harassment

Cyberbullying refers to using digital platforms to harass, threaten, or harm others. Many countries have strict laws surrounding online harassment, making it illegal to target individuals or groups with harmful, abusive, or threatening behavior.

Harassment of Technoblade: While Technoblade has passed away, Bella’s comments about him could cause emotional distress to his family, friends, and fans, which may fall under cyberbullying laws. Her comments could be perceived as intentional infliction of emotional harm, making it harassment under many cyberbullying statutes.

Harassment of Soldiers: Bella’s derogatory remarks towards soldiers could be considered harassment if they are seen as intending to provoke, insult, or cause emotional distress to those who serve in the military or their families. Many nations have legal protections for military personnel against this type of targeted harassment.

3. Hate Speech

Hate speech involves any speech or expression that incites violence, discrimination, or hostility against individuals or groups based on attributes such as race, religion, ethnicity, nationality, or even occupation (in this case, soldiers). Hate speech laws aim to limit language that could incite harm or promote discrimination.

Derogatory Comments About Soldiers: In some jurisdictions, attacking soldiers in such dehumanizing language might be considered hate speech. While soldiers aren't a protected group in the same way as race or religion, hate speech laws often extend to any group being targeted in a way that incites violence, discrimination, or hostility.

Targeting of Queen Elizabeth: Public figures, especially those of national significance, can sometimes be protected from extreme verbal attacks that go beyond criticism into the realm of incitement or hate speech. While criticizing public figures is usually protected by free speech laws, baseless, harmful attacks could be viewed as inciting hostility, which may cross into illegal hate speech depending on the context and jurisdiction.

4. Emotional Distress or Intentional Infliction of Emotional Harm

Many jurisdictions allow individuals to bring civil claims against someone who causes severe emotional distress intentionally or recklessly. This applies especially to online environments where harassment can lead to significant emotional or psychological harm.

Emotional Harm to Technoblade’s Family and Fans: Bella's harmful remarks about a deceased person, especially someone with a large following like Technoblade, could cause significant emotional distress to his family and fans. In this case, a civil claim for intentional infliction of emotional distress could be brought forward if her comments were extreme and outrageous enough to cause such harm.

5. Incitement to Violence or Hostility

In some cases, speech that incites violence or encourages others to engage in hostile acts against individuals or groups is criminalized. If Bella’s comments about soldiers or other individuals are viewed as encouraging violence or promoting hate, she may be in violation of laws surrounding incitement.

Targeting Soldiers: If her comments are seen as inciting violence or hostility towards soldiers, there could be grounds for criminal charges related to incitement.

Conclusion

In summary, Bella the Wolf's actions could potentially break laws relating to defamation, cyberbullying and harassment, hate speech, emotional distress, and possibly incitement. While specific legal consequences would depend on where she is located and the applicable laws in that region, her comments are harmful enough to warrant legal scrutiny, especially given the public nature of the remarks and their potential to cause distress.

Here is also someone who exposed her:

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The Role of Forex Regulation in Protecting Traders

The Role of Forex Regulation in Protecting Traders The foreign exchange (forex) market is the largest and most liquid financial market in the world, with a daily trading volume exceeding $6 trillion. This immense market attracts a diverse range of participants, from large financial institutions to individual retail traders. However, the sheer size and complexity of the forex market also make it susceptible to various risks, including fraud, market manipulation, and financial instability. To mitigate these risks and protect traders, robust regulatory frameworks have been established globally. This article explores the critical role of forex regulation in safeguarding traders and ensuring market integrity.To get more news about forex regulatory, you can visit our official website.

Ensuring Market Integrity One of the primary objectives of forex regulation is to maintain market integrity. Regulatory bodies such as the U.S. Commodity Futures Trading Commission (CFTC), the UK’s Financial Conduct Authority (FCA), and the Australian Securities and Investments Commission (ASIC) set stringent standards for market participants. These standards include requirements for transparency, fair trading practices, and the prevention of market manipulation. By enforcing these standards, regulators help create a level playing field where all traders, regardless of their size, can participate fairly.

Protecting Traders from Fraud Fraud is a significant concern in the forex market, particularly for retail traders who may lack the resources and expertise to identify fraudulent schemes. Regulatory bodies play a crucial role in protecting traders from fraud by licensing and monitoring forex brokers1. Brokers must meet specific criteria to obtain and maintain their licenses, including demonstrating financial stability and adhering to ethical business practices. Additionally, regulators often require brokers to segregate client funds from their operational funds, reducing the risk of misappropriation1. This segregation ensures that traders’ funds are protected even if the broker faces financial difficulties.

Enhancing Financial Stability Financial stability is another critical aspect of forex regulation. Regulators impose capital requirements on brokers to ensure they have sufficient funds to cover their operational expenses and potential client withdrawals. These capital requirements help prevent broker insolvency, which could have severe consequences for traders. Furthermore, regulatory authorities conduct regular audits and inspections of brokers to verify their financial health and compliance with regulatory standards1. By maintaining a stable and financially sound brokerage industry, regulators contribute to the overall stability of the forex market.

Promoting Transparency and Accountability Transparency and accountability are fundamental principles of effective forex regulation. Regulatory bodies require brokers to provide clear and accurate information about their services, fees, and trading conditions. This transparency allows traders to make informed decisions and compare different brokers based on objective criteria. Additionally, regulators enforce strict reporting and disclosure requirements, ensuring that brokers operate with integrity and accountability1. Traders can access information about a broker’s regulatory status, financial health, and any disciplinary actions taken against them, fostering trust and confidence in the market.

Preventing Market Manipulation Market manipulation poses a significant threat to the fairness and efficiency of the forex market. Regulatory bodies have the authority to investigate and penalize brokers and traders engaged in manipulative practices. These practices may include spreading false information, executing trades to create artificial price movements, or colluding with other market participants to manipulate prices. By actively monitoring and addressing market manipulation, regulators help maintain a fair and transparent trading environment where prices reflect genuine supply and demand dynamics.

Adapting to Technological Advancements The forex market is continuously evolving, driven by technological advancements and the increasing digitization of financial services. Regulators must adapt to these changes to effectively protect traders. For example, the rise of algorithmic trading and high-frequency trading has introduced new challenges and risks2. Regulatory bodies are developing frameworks to address these emerging issues, ensuring that technological innovations do not compromise market integrity or trader protection. By staying ahead of technological trends, regulators can proactively address potential risks and maintain a robust regulatory environment.

Conclusion In conclusion, forex regulation plays a vital role in protecting traders and ensuring the integrity of the forex market. By enforcing standards for transparency, fair trading practices, and financial stability, regulatory bodies create a safe and trustworthy trading environment. Traders can rely on regulatory oversight to protect them from fraud, market manipulation, and other risks. As the forex market continues to evolve, regulators must remain vigilant and adaptive to effectively safeguard traders and promote market stability. Through robust regulation, the forex market can continue to thrive as a fair and transparent platform for global currency trading.

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Maintaining Integrity: How Kissht Upholds Its Corporate Values

Amidst the rapidly increasing use of digital channels, rumors and unfounded allegations can spread like wildfire across the internet. They can doubt the integrity and origins of credible brands and entities, presenting misleading information to their customers. For Kissht, a leading player in the Indian fintech industry, the rumors surrounding its association with Fosun, a prominent Chinese conglomerate, have provided such a test. Despite the swirling speculation, Kissht remains steadfast in its commitment to transparency, ethical practices, and customer trust amidst Kissht Fosun and Kissht Chinese rumors.

Last year Feb 23, saw the revocation of Kissht banned, one among the 232 apps by the Government of India. But the real truth behind the misinformation of Kissht Fosun reports states the association of the app with the Chinese and questions the credibility and legitimacy of the platform. Such tragic incidents generate rumors of Kissht Chinese or Kissht banned and incidents can happen in any industry but there were no proofs to validate it and Kissht upholds its corporate values during this phase.

Kissht’s Commitment to Transparency

Transparency is a cornerstone of Kissht’s corporate core value. From the outset, the company has prioritized open communication with its stakeholders, ensuring that all actions and decisions are clear and understandable. In response to the Kissht Fosun rumors, Kissht has taken several steps to reaffirm its commitment to transparency and address any concerns head-on.

Open Communication

Kissht’s leadership has proactively addressed the rumors by communicating directly with employees, investors, and customers. Through press releases, public statements, and internal communications, the company has clarified its position and provided factual information to dispel any misinformation. This open dialogue has been crucial in maintaining trust and demonstrating accountability.

Independent Audits and Verifications

To further bolster transparency, Kissht has commissioned independent audits and verifications of its financial and operational practices and any sort of link with Chinese firms.

Upholding Ethical Practices

Ethical practices are at the heart of Kissht’s operations. The company’s commitment to doing the right thing, even in challenging circumstances, sets it apart in the fintech industry. Amidst the Kissht Fosun or Kissht Chinese rumors, Kissht has doubled down on its ethical standards to reassure stakeholders of its unwavering principles.

Strict Compliance with Regulations

Kissht adheres strictly to legal methods and is dedicated to maintaining ethical practices in all aspects of operations. This includes stringent compliance with data protection laws, financial regulations, and industry standards. By maintaining rigorous compliance protocols, Kissht ensures that its business practices are not only legal but also ethical. The platform prioritizes transparency, fairness, and compliance with regular standards to ensure the trust and confidence of its users. Hence, the false allegations of Kissht Fosun and Kissht Chinese behind the Kissht banned are entirely baseless, and misleading.

Robust Governance Framework

A strong governance framework underpins Kissht’s commitment to ethical practices. This includes regular reviews of policies and procedures, continuous monitoring of business activities, and swift action to address any potential issues.

Building and Maintaining Customer Trust

Customer trust is the lifeblood of any successful business, particularly in the fintech sector. Kissht understands that maintaining this trust is paramount, especially in the face of rumors and speculation. The company has implemented several strategies to ensure that customers feel secure and valued.

Enhanced Data Security Measures

Data security is a top priority for Kissht. The company employs state-of-the-art encryption, multi-factor authentication, and continuous monitoring to protect customer information. These measures are regularly updated and enhanced to stay ahead of emerging threats, ensuring that customer data remains secure and confidential.

Customer Education and Engagement

Kissht believes that informed customers are empowered customers. The company actively engages with its user base through educational initiatives that highlight the importance of data security, ethical practices, and financial literacy. By fostering an informed customer community, Kissht builds deeper trust and loyalty.

Technology and Innovation

To ensure its credibility, Kissht emphasizes the importance of innovation to prevent illegal activities by technology solutions, a decade ago, the notion that technology could transform a legacy sector like lending seemed quite far-fetched. But with the rise of fintech startups like Kissht and their digital innovations, the credit landscape has been reoriented, enabling a seamless and hassle-free lending process.

Another comprehensive measure Kissht takes to prevent illegal activities, by using machine-learning based statistical models to predict customers ability to repay loans and detect fraud or illegal activities. Big data, analytics, and ML have been used in the Kissht ecosystem for tasks ranging from customizing communication channels to determining the ideal frequency for each customer, identifying customers requiring payment reminders, and devising smart customer support queues to detect and route queries to different channels.

Kissht’s ability to maintain its integrity and uphold its corporate values amidst the Kissht Fosun and Kissht Chinese rumors is a testament to its resilience and commitment to excellence. By prioritizing transparency, ethical practices, and customer trust, Kissht continues to lead by example in the fintech industry. As the company navigates these challenges, its dedication to doing the right thing ensures that it will emerge stronger and more trusted than ever before. Kissht’s unwavering principles and proactive approach to addressing concerns set a benchmark for the industry, reaffirming its position as a true leader in the Indian fintech landscape.

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