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[sayhoneysiren]

Which 48th Law of Power, should you apply to your situation for success?

{Collab with @lavendergoddesstarot}

Pile 1 is on the left side. Pile 2 is on the right side.

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Pile I

(1st part of your reading here)

When it come to success, you may have the habit of oversharing your ideas with others. Spirit is saying, learn to keep your goals private. You have ideas that are absolutely GOLDEN, but unfortunately, there are bitter and jealous people around you, who want to sink your boat. Your success is a threat to them and when you yap to them about all your ideas, you give them your blueprint to destroy you. The Wheel of Fortune came out for you last, which shows me that when you learn to reserve your ideas or share only fractions of information, luck will be on your side and the wheels will turn in your favor.

~ LAW 24 - PLAY THE PERFECT COURTIER ~

(The numbers 24, 2, 4, or 6. may be significant to you. It could be your birth date number, current age or a significant number to you).

Quote from the book 48 Laws of Power, "The perfect courtier thrives in a world where everything revolves around power and political dexterity. He has mastered the art of indirection; he flatters, yields to superiors, and asserts power over others in the most oblique and graceful manner. Learn to apply the law of courtier-ship and there will be no limit to how far you can rise in the court." - Robert Greene

There's an old saying coming to mind, "Never let anyone see you with your head to the ground." We all have weaknesses and our weaknesses should always be kept to ourselves, until we overcome them. The message for you is to Master you Emotions. Handle your messy business privately. Don’t rant to people about your problems, even if they’re friends. Show a professional, strong face to the world, even when you feel worried. Stay motivated on the end goal, even when you feel defeated.

You may also have difficulties with wanting to prove yourself as worthy or intelligent to others (which causes you to debate, argue, overshare or overextend yourself). Learn to hold back. There's no need to cast your pearls to swine.

ADVICE

Master your emotions. Don't allow insults and threats to pierce you.

Find creative outlets to release your energy into. (If you’re a writer, write to release your thoughts and feelings or to creative stories.)

Learn social protocol, discreetness and etiquette with others.

Trust no one.

Let your actions and results speak louder than the need to prove people wrong or right.

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Pile II

(1st part of your reading here).

There was something said to you, that made you feel insecure about your self image or your abilities to succeed. You are hanging on to this, and because of this you are not allowing yourself to move forwards and become your greatest. For many of you, it was a person close to you, that you deeply trusted, who hurt you with their words or actions. Here’s what to do. Cry about it, journal about it, meditate on it, THEN LET IT GO. (And if it's better, let them go too).

Your value is never determined by anyone else, it is determined by you. To become your successful self, own all that you are, in body, spirit, emotion and mentality. You are not a mistake. Don’t be fooled by the people who cannot see your value yet.

You are a very grounded and practical person, who holds immense wisdom within'. Your intuitive powers are off the charts! 

These toxic people around you, don't see your power or how your ideas can come into fruition but don't let that stop you from carrying on. You have the ability to manifest like a God or Goddess on Earth and you will be a wealthy person very soon.

LAW 28 - ENTER ACTION WITH BOLDNESS

(The numbers 28, 0, 1, 2, 8, or 10. may be significant to you. It could be your birth date number, current age or a significant number to you).

Quote from the book 48 Laws of Power, "If you are unsure of a course of action, do not attempt it. Your doubts and hesitations will infect your execution. Timidity is dangerous. Better to enter with boldness. Any mistakes you commit through audacity are easily corrected with more audacity. Everyone admirers the bold; no one honors the timid. - Robert Greene

Don't be the victim, be the successor. Push through all negativity until you are successful. Learn to stand up for yourself with boldness and walk your path audaciously. When you speak, speak with firmness and a assured tone. When you have ideas, create and pursue them with confidence. The cards are telling you, that your ideas are brilliant and that they are going to be greatly received by the world (fame is highly likely for you), so don’t feel insecure about yourself. Just trust the process.

ADVICE

Learn not to take criticism personally.

Work on your self value and self esteem.

Work with the Lion totem or the Goddess SEKHMET to be more courageous.

Cut toxic people out of your life.

Create boundaries and stand up for yourself.

Do Solar Plexus practices. Sunbathe. Get an Aura Reading.

[atrueneutral]

"It's nothing" for the two word prompts for Tav x Raphael, please? Perhaps Raphael notices and injury on them that she tries to brush off but he is not having it. Or maybe it's the other way around. Idk. I just really enjoy your writing.

“It’s nothing,” Tav said, brushing off the scrunched nose assessment Raphael gave her as she limped across the room and collapsed in the nearest chair from the door of the Den - an unwise action that left her hissing and wincing.

“‘Nothing’, you say?” he asked, tone flat and skeptical.

It was fair to say it wasn’t entirely ‘nothing’; pain flared from the injury on her thigh - a deep gouge from the tusk of a giant boar sustained in a surprise attack in the forest. Seven swine had ambushed the camp as she and another were settling down for the night, and at the end of the slaughter-fest, a majority of her (expensive) healing potions were used to keep her novice-of-an-adventuring-partner alive. A Potion of Healing was all that remained for her own consumption, and, thankfully, the single tincture had been enough to finish the job tasked to them.

Two days of travel later, here she was at the Devil’s Den with a festering wound that had barely mended.

“It’s fine,” Tav said (still wincing) with a wave of her hand. “I’ll grab a Superior Potion of Healing on my way home. Thought I’d first personally deliver the news that everything went smoothly - mostly.”

It would have been more accurate to have said she’d ‘purchase a Superior Potion of Healing on the way home if she could’. The empty, cavernous state of her coin-purse meant she would be limping home and limping into bed with no relief.

As for why her coin-purse was spent, she’d recently (and covertly) upgraded her leather boots and gloves to go with her upgraded (and quite stylish) leather breastplate.

Hindsight lamented that these newer, costly additions to her ensemble did not include thigh armor.

Raphael judged her disapprovingly from where he stood.

Snap!

A chalice filled to the brim with what she knew to be a Superior Potion of Healing materialized in his hand.

Tav’s cheeks became heated. “Oh, thank you, but like I said, I’ll get one on my way home.”

His eyes narrowed, and Raphael began to move towards her with resolve plain on his face; the potion he held would not be declined; he would force it down her throat if need be.

“Really, Raphael, this is unnecessary. I’ll go right now,” Tav said, pushing herself into the back of the chair in a superfluous attempt to inch away from the fiendish man who came to loom over her after four great strides.

“You are being more stubborn than usual - either you will drink this potion, by my hand or yours, or I will steal you away to the boudoir and dump you in the bath.”

“Is there a third option?” Tav meekly asked, cowering in his shadow.

“I sever your leg from your body.”

A morbid joke, but one that saw her glower and grab the encrusted-chalice from his hand.

“Bastard,” she muttered before bringing the rim of the cup to her lips and tilting the contents back. Swallowing every drop, Tav shoved the chalice into Raphael’s chest, and his hand snatched her wrist.

“My stubborn little mouse,” he rumbled. “Here I was favoring the second option...”

“Oh, not the third?” Tav retorted wryly. She sighed and relinquished the chalice to him as she pulled her hand away and sagged in her seat. “I feel like I’m relying on you too much. Not that I don’t appreciate everything you do for me, but I’m used to fending for myself… You always have what I need when I need it, or provide me with what I want - which is in your job description, I know.” She stared at her thigh and could feel a tingling sensation taking over her wound. “It’s probably past experience that’s telling me it’s all going to blow up in my face one of these days.”

“I have told you before that what I provide for you is given freely.”

She peered up at him. “You’re not secretly logging every donation? To foot me with a bill for thousands-upon-thousands of gold when I’m crawling to you on death’s door needing you the most?”

“No,” came his reply. “And let it be said that death would not take you even as you clamber on his doorstep - your maddening obstinance would not allow it.”

The corners of her lips twitched, and Tav heaved herself to her feet (without wincing in the process) to come face to face with Raphael. Her hand raised, cupping his cheek, and she caressed stubbled skin with a swipe of her thumb.

“Thank you for the potion,” she said, planting a kiss on her cambion’s lips.

“It’s my pleasure, my dear.” 

[bitesize-astrology]

Protect Your Ideas

Friday - August 16, 2024

A rather blunt post today.

As Mars in Gemini moves into exact square with Saturn in Pisces at 17°, it's a reminder that there are ideas you have that are specifically for you. They are for YOU to explore and for YOU to bring to life. Don't go sharing them with people who don't have the intellectual or energetic capacity to appreciate them.

YOU have been doing a lot of internal work, and have reached a certain level of self-awareness. No you aren't perfect, nor are you even superior; you're just at a whole different level of energy. And look around you ... it's pretty obvious a whole lot of the world isn't there, as you notice the dumbassery going on.

Protect your ideas, and the projects and experiences they will lead you to. Protect them literally such as with insurance, trademarks or confidentiality agreements. Protect them energetically by doing as the proverb suggests, and refusing to "throw your pearls before swine."

And it also means if an old idea from the past comes up (because Saturn rules time, and things that are "old"), that didn't work then, wasn't well received then, and isn't getting traction now, it might be time to drop it and redirect your energies into the "new ideas."

[une-sanz-pluis]

Hence it happened once, that at Christmas time a certain great lord brought before him a dance or show of young ladies with bared bosoms who were to dance in that guise before the king, perhaps to prove him, or to entice his youthful mind. But the king was not blind to it, nor unaware of the devilish wile, and spurned the delusion, and very angrily averted his eyes, turned his back upon them, and went out to his chamber, saying: ‘Fy, fy, for shame, forsothe ye be to blame’. [...] The depiction of this episode fits into a longstanding tradition of the sexual trials and temptation of monastic heroes such as St Benedict and St Bernard of Clairvaux, right down to Henry’s ability to discern that this is devilish in origin, even a delusion. The life of St Benedict contains an almost identical episode in which an evil priest attempts (unsuccessfully) to corrupt the monks. As related by Caxton the priest ‘toke seuen maydens all naked / & sente them in to the gardyn to daunse & to carolle for to meue the monkes to temptacion’. Henry’s virtue allows him to turn his back on a spectacle which a lesser man would not have been able to resist. Moreover, he has the strength to do so simply by averting his eyes, turning away, and leaving, without having to resort to rolling in nettles, or submersing himself up to the neck in freezing water (standard remedies or self-inflicted punishments for lust in monastic hagiography). This hagiographic trope derived from monastic constructions of a manly religious identity, which used martial imagery to establish the superiority of monks (and subsequently clerics) to secular men. Chastity forms a significant element in the representation of other king saints and high status lay male saints too; for example Charles of Blois rarely shared his wife’s bed and Caxton explains that Louis was only persuaded to marry in order to safeguard the kingdom by providing an heir, and therefore implicitly not to satisfy his lust. A king saint’s chastity is therefore partly about purity, and partly about his ‘virilitas’: his strength as a leader. It is telling that contemporary didactic texts belonging to the Mirrors for Princes genre make explicit a point which is largely implied in saints’ lives, namely that the truly masculine man is the one who resists the flesh; the man who gives in renders himself unmanly: ‘. . . bowe not to þe vse of women, ffor swylk a vse ys a properte to swine . . . lychery ys distruccioun of body, shortynge of lyf, corypcioun of virtueȝ trespass of þe lawe, And hit engendrys women maners.’ Such invective, which appears frequently in the Mirrors, was at pains to establish that the sexually dissolute man could not be king, for he was unable to rule himself, let alone anyone else. Thus kingly chastity, in these contexts, was seen as desirable and admirable rather than anomalous and problematic. The implication of Blacman’s account may be that the ‘great lord’ was trying to turn Henry into his own definition of a ‘real man’, but Blacman seeks to show that Henry’s self-mastery is truly manly.

Katherine J. Lewis, "‘Imitate, too, this king in virtue, who could have done ill, and did it not’: Lay sanctity and the rewriting of Henry VI's manliness", Religious Men and Masculine Identity in the Middle Ages (The Boydell Press 2013)

[thatincorrectquotegeneratorguy]

I love meaningless arguments for the sake of comedy. Like, what do you mean math is red? It's blue, you uncultured swine. Just like water is wet, octopi is superior to octopuses, and gif is pronounced with a hard g

[soulfullives]

Sirius held his cigarette between his fingers, shivering slightly in the December cold. All that he was wearing was a burgundy shirt and a black vest, paired with black dress trousers and shoes, and he thought that, maybe, he should have taken his coat.

He flicked his lighter and lit up his cigarette, leaning against the cold, stone wall of the balcony.

He took a long drag; he didn't know how much time he had before his mother would make him return to the banquet hall, where the Christmas dinner was taking place. Champagne glasses clinking, rambunctious laugher bouncing off the tall windows, gloved hands and heeled feet spinning around on the dance floor.

He stubbed his cigarette and lit up another, running a hand through his hair. He parted his lips, exhaling the smoke, and took another drag.

The Christmas holidays were particularly miserable — he had been requested to come back to London for cousin Narcissa's wedding. On the twenty-seventh of December, she would get married to Lucius Malfoy; another pureblooded, posh swine who held himself with grace and superiority; he could practically see his cousin salivating over him. He scoffed to himself; he didn't have anyone to share his thoughts with anymore, not after Andromeda had left after she had announced that she was pregnant with the child of a Muggleborn, no other, three years before. She'd been brave; Sirius wanted to be like her, even as a thirteen years old, to follow in her footsteps, for free himself from the chains.

Sirius thought about the trunk and backpack, packed in his room, waiting in anticipation for him to go back with them and take them away to who-knew-where. Anywhere but there. He had bothered with unpacking, just days before; he needed something to do, needed to occupy himself. Since then, he had spent most of his days either in the manor's library (reading books about Dark Magic, wizarding history and oh, could you imagine, Dark Magic) and in his father's study, listening to those boring lectures he gave his eldest son about the duty of the heir and upholding the noble name of his family - after all, he was going to be of age next year, wasn't he? He should be ready to take on the family duties.

Right, Sirius thought, bitterly, as he cupped his hands around the cylinder and lit up another cigarette. He was supposed to be just another puppet, another pawn on the chess board that The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black was.

He would throw lavish dinners and laugh with other members of that wretched society like he agreed with their values, making polite conversation about how Voldemort would return the wizarding society to how it was supposed to be, to its beauty.

Sirius slipped back inside, taking a tall glass of champagne off the coaster plate a house elf was carrying and offered him a polite thank you. It was bound to be a long, boring, terrible night.

[crownmemes]

Miss Marple Sentences, Vol. 1

(Sentences from Miss Marple (1984-1992). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Are you seriously trying to tell me that there's a dead body in my library?"

"Even a novice reader of detective stories knows not to touch the crime scene."

"You have what I would call forensic intuition developed to the point of genius."

"He gives me a headache."

"I still think it would be helpful if you could tell me your movements last night."

"I'm not suggesting that you murdered the girl!"

"You can't come in here, sir!"

"You probably have the answer to this whole business already!"

"I would like my visit to be as discrete as possible, but I am here in my capacity as a policeman."

"Are you alone here this weekend?"

"If I take you to a party, I expect you to behave yourself!"

"Oh, you're still here, are you?"

"Men are such swines!"

"Would you mind telling me exactly what happened last night?"

"One can't solve a murder with sand in one's shoes!"

"I say, are you from Scotland Yard?"

"Do you like detective stories?"

"Will the murder be in the papers?"

"I sometimes feel we have no control over what our eyes decide to see or not to see."

"Somebody told me you were a rather important detective from London?"

"What do you think he would have done had he discovered she had a secret lover?"

"If you refuse to tell me what you know, it shall be a very serious matter indeed."

"You don't think I'm interfering, do you?"

"I'm not cut out for this, am I?"

"You do talk the most awful rubbish!"

"He has absolutely no taste for fornication - none whatsoever!"

"That fact is, I'm a bit of a bore, I suppose."

"I expect you think I'm awful."

"For heaven's sake, stop being so superior! So patronizing!"

"But who would want to kill her?"

"Will you be away a very long time?"

"I have to tell you, I want to kiss you."

"You know, what you need now is someone to take you in hand. To take care of you."

"I'm certain they've arrested the wrong person!"

"I feel so frustrated! So helpless, so slow!"

"People, not infrequently, do silly things when they're very much in love, don't they?"

"When gentlemen of a certain age fall in love, they get the disease very badly."

"You know better than most that we are not put in this world to avoid danger. Not when an innocent person's life is at stake."

"I wonder, dare I ask, if it would be possible for all of us to have a nice cup of tea?"

[thearchmanofgreenfield]

Edmond had no idea what he had gotten himself into. His superior, who was a Boroughman, had told him to go with a small troop to Avarier Theater, one of the largest theaters in Everton Borough. He had been told that there had been an incident. And incident regarding the Everton Family, the Great House that ran Everton Borough. Edmond didn’t think much of the Great Houses, he thought they were all posh imbeciles who let innocent Circulions die for their politics. So naturally he assumed it was some minor issue. But once he got to the theater what he saw shocked him to his very core.

It was a bloodbath.

Everyone who had attended the opera that day way lying dead on the floor in puddles of blood. Some seats had holes in them from gunfire. Bodies were left hanging from the upper balconies and even the actors on stage were not spared the brutality.

“Why did they kill the actors? They were human,” Edmond asked himself. There was no question about who had committed this atrocity. It had been the Order of Man and their vicious Hunters. And while Edmond wasn’t the biggest supporter of the Great Houses, he still wouldn’t wish such a grizzly fate onto anyone.

“Look, the swine even hung the bodies on stage,” said Jack, one of the other soldiers. Edmond looked towards the stage. He saw seven bodies hung by nooses hanging just above the stage floor. There were two men, two women and three children. It was the sight of children hanging from the ceiling that disgusted Edmund.

“I never thought the Order of Man would be so brazen,” said Jack morbidly observing the hanging bodies.

“The Circle will get their revenge. I suspect it was trap, a sabotage. The Order of Man isn’t supposed to know where members of the Great Houses are at any given time,” said Edmond.

“Right you are. I hear it was an intentional betrayal. I’ve heard rumors that it was a Guildsman in the Actors Guild. Someone they threatened or bribed. According to the rumors, the poor fool turned himself in once he heard about what happened here so I imagine they must have tricked him,” said Jack.

“Maybe, but how?” Edmond thought as he inspected the bodies strewn around the stage. How had the Order of Man gotten to a Guildsman? It should have been impossible. If what Jack said was true, then he knew that Guildsman would be tried and most likely executed. An incident like this may even spark a war between the Circle and the Order of Man.

“I still can’t believe a Great House is dead.” he said.

“This is the doing of that new Montgomery fella. The one who took over the Order more than a decade ago. He must have been planning this for years. This is the most damage that Order has done to the Circle in centuries. Curse that entire dynasty! His forefathers must be singing over what he has done here!” said Jack.

Edmond went silent. He walked along the corpses covering his boots in blood. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. It wasn't like any of them were alive. But just as he was about to turn around and leave he heard a faint voice.

“Help” it said. “Help…”

Edmond immediately rushed to the place where he thought he had heard the voice. It sounded like a little boy. He began to move the bodies around him, suspecting that maybe he was trapped beneath the corpses. He pushed aside all the old and bloody bodies until he spotted a small hand sticking out from under a corpse of large man. He saw the fingers of the hand twitch and moving.

“Help me…”

“Hey! I think I have someone here!” he shouted desperately.

Edmond began to lift the body on top of the boy as Jack and some other soldiers came rushing to his aid. Once Jack reached him, he and Edmond pulled away the body of the man. Edmond then saw a boy lying on the floor completely covered in blood. His eyes were closed at first but as they shoved away the corpse on top of him he let out a large gasp as though he had been choking on the blood coming out of the corpse. Edmond immediately grabbed the child and hoisted him up to a sitting position. The boy started to breathe rapidly as though he were in a panic. But Edmond tried his best to calm him down.

Edmond the examined the boy, he looked about twelve years old and was neatly dressed in a waistcoat and suit. Edmond noticed the Circulion pin he had on his suit so he knew the boy was member of the Circle.

“You, boy. Are you alright?”

“The men with…the… the angle faces. They killed… killed everyone!” the boy gasped. Edmond held his hand and instructed him to take deep breaths. The boy obliged.

“Do you have a name?” he asked. The boy turned his head towards him and gave a scared glare as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“My name is… is… Uly… Ulysses. Ulysses… Everton,”

The moment the boy said that name a wide stare enveloped Edmond’s face. The shock nearly overwhelmed him and this true for all the other soldiers too. He saw Jack’s mouth drop.

“Impossible…” he told himself while in his surprised state. A state that jack brought him out of by coming close to him and whispering into his ear.

“Edmond, take this boy out of this theater. We’ll have to burn it to the ground to avoid suspicion.” He said. Edmond simply nodded and lifted the boy up into his arms and carried him out of the theater as the soldiers set fire to the place.

“The Order’s plan had failed.” He thought to himself. “The House of Everton lives on."

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[midxsommar]

What an utter travesty. An atrocious injustice of upper-crust priority! To be promised off to the highest bidder like some prized swine. It was humiliating and degrading, leaving the petite witch with an angry itch in the pit of her stomach. "Must we really, Mummy?" But the conversation had concluded days prior. There would be no begging or bartering herself out of this one.

The trio stands as a fetching portrait of toothy grins and bright eyes, Scout's forced smile wavering as her future mate enters the luxurious chamber, his folks in tow. 'That's him?!' Flashes of a younger version flicker in the depths of her senses. He's sporting Ravenclaw robes, a look of superiority as he stalks the stoned halls of Hogwarts alone. They hadn't crossed paths considerably, yet enough for her to recall that they'd never run in the same circles.

With wordless encouragement from her mother, she steps forward offering a brilliant simper. "Pleasure." Warm orbs peek up at the colossus of a male through thick lashes, a delicate hand extending for him to accept. // - @manyfacesmanynamesx

[pigeon-projects]

A sublime sorority of sensational sirens. Silent, swift sadists seeking sweet suffering of slovenly swine.

A superior squadron of spiteful supervisors sending swarms of sensational soldiers to solicit slaughter, sever sanity, and split spines.

A small selection of subordinate seductresses, showcasing some singular sisters seperately.

And leaving the alliteration behind, I have finished a squad of Daemonettes for both my Emperor's Children and a small Hedonite force. They even had a first game, slicing up a bunch of Orks before being blasted back to the warp by the most Deffkopta Rokkit shots I've ever seen that squad fire.

Overall very happy with the skin. Contrast paint worked well for easy hair, and as I realized just last night, matches the warpfire of my Dark Apostle, so now I picture then as firey haired Banshees. Ghost kind, not space elf kind.

Bonus Apostle, preaching the good word. (That word is Excess).

Mr. Smoke and Speakerface also ready to accompany their lord and hopefully live long enough to be sacrificed for mortal wounds.

[wellthebardsdead]

Clockwork heart pt21

Part 20 here

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Taliesin: *laying in his bedroll listening to the room around him as he tries to sleep, the blizzard outside Wyrms bedroom windows filling the silence with a gentle drone, and Kaidan and inigo’s bear like snoring easily overshadowing it* …

*Tap*

Taliesin: *opens his eyes and stares up at the ceiling before looking over at the bed to see voryn and nerevar sleeping in each others embrace, and Kaidan and inigo both deep in their sleep* …

*click, click*

Taliesin: *looks over at Wyrms desk to see Mr wrench quietly rising up to his feet, facing the direction of the door* you heard it too?…

Mr wrench: *turns to face Taliesin and tappy taps his front legs in acknowledgement*

Taliesin: *gets up and walks to the dwarven spider, gently offering his hand to it and smiling as it scurries up to his shoulder* let’s investigate shall we?… *picks up his dagger and walks to the hole in Wyrms wall, peering through it to the now dark interior of the arcanum* …

*rustle*

Taliesin: *eyes immediately locking onto a sheet of paper by urags desk, moving from an unseen breeze* … *casts invisibility on himself and muffles the sound of the door opening as he steps into the room, dagger drawn and ears poised for any further sound* …

Mr wrench: *suddenly flashes a bright red light from his eye illuminating the unseen figure creeping right up behind Taliesin before leaping right for their face*

Taliesin: *spins around in time to witness ancano be taken to the ground by the tiny spider as he flails in a panic trying to protect his face from it* You. I should have guessed it’d be you.

Ancano: *grunts grabbing the dwarven spider by its leg* Worthless heap of scrap- *moves to throw it only for Taliesin to grab his wrist in a vice like grip*

Taliesin: Don’t. You. Dare. *pries his fingers from the spider and catches him letting the automaton scurry up his arm again*

Ancano: *winces in pain at the other high elfs surprisingly strong grip* Who in oblivion are y-… I know you… you’re-

Taliesin: not with the thalmor anymore.

Ancano: You dare defect from the dominion never mind put your hands on a superior?! *rises to his feet and nearly collapses in agony again as Taliesin grips tighter threatening to break his wrist as icy arcane energy begins to freeze the other elfs skin*

Taliesin: You are not my superior anymore. You are worth less than the dirt beneath my boots. Did you think I was Wyrm? Is that why you crept up behind me? What else have you done to him without his consent?

Ancano: *eyes flashing with intrigue at his questioning* I haven’t got a clue what you’re talking abo-AGH! *chokes out a pained cry as Taliesin suddenly pins him to a book shelf, twisting his wrist behind his back*

Taliesin: *grabs his hair with his free hand holding him in place* Don’t lie to me. I may have been a terrible justiciar but you are a pathetic liar. *leans in close to his ear* Tell me, the truth…

Ancano: *realising he’d severely underestimated Taliesin and trying to figure out a way out of the situation he’d landed himself in* I-

*click, creeeeeak!*

Taliesin: *looks back to see urags door opening, and Wyrm stepping out into the dark library* Wyrm-GAGHH! *let’s go of ancano as the other high elf stomps on his foot before bashing his face with the back of his head as he turns invisible again*

Ancano: This isn’t over you traitorous swine. *huffs and storms out*

Taliesin: *holding his mouth as blood trickles from his lip* You slimy little- to think I’d once admired you. *looks back to see Wyrm still there, slowly walking towards his room seemingly unbothered by his presence* Wyrm shhh im sorry I woke you I can-… Wyrm?…

Wyrm: *sleep walking, posture calm and yet, somehow ready. Quietly walks into his bedroom and stops at nerevars bag before looking into it and picking up keening with a steady, calculated grasp*

Taliesin: *following him in realising he’s not in control of himself anymore* Wyrm?…

Wyrm: *crawling on his bed and onto nerevar, straddling his waist with his legs and holding the knife over his face, ready to cut it off*

Taliesin: *runs to grab him* WYRM STOP!!!

Nerevar: *jolts awake in shock to see Wyrm above him holding the knife, his mind immediately flashing back to the day of the foul murder, and sotha sil slicing his face off with the very same blade* what?! *grabs the dunmer by his wrist and easily disarms him before pinning him back into the bed, startling both him and voryn awake. And then the entirety of the collage as Wyrm screams in fright*

*a few hours later in the early hours of the morning*

Enthir: *emerges from urags room after getting Wyrm and the old orc settled again* Okay so you saw what happened then yeah? *fixes his robe and yawns as he picks up more blankets to take into Wyrms room*

Taliesin: I woke up to ancano creeping into the arcanum. We got into an altercation and Wyrm emerged from his fathers room… I thought we had woken him but I watched him walk into his bedroom, pick up that, *gestures to keening* and climb onto nerevar attempting to cut his face off.

Nerevar: *finally got voryn to calm down enough to rest again* He was sleepwalking again… another nightmare, one I suspect he’s had plenty of times before now… *shakily grips his mug making the tea in it ripple* and one I remember vividly myself…

Enthir: *ears tucking back as he sighs* had I of known the trouble those gauntlets would start… I’d of never of shown them to w-Ancano?… he was in here?

Taliesin: I heard movement in the arcanum, I saw Wyrms little pet spider did too, when I stepped into the library, he jumped from my shoulder and onto Ancanos face. He’d cast invisibility on himself with intent to sneak up on someone. I suspect he thought I was Wyrm. Why else would he be here?

Enthir: How on nirn did he get in? The doors are all locked how did hr get a key.

Taliesin: speaking as a- former member of the thalmor. He was known for gaining entry to, less cooperative talos worshipping suspects homes. He said it was through persuasion but, I wouldn’t put it past him to-

Enthir: pick the locks… he’d of had to have come through the front doors then, the midden one is warded.

Nerevar: *clenching his jaw* If he’s a threat to our Pearl. Why is he still here?…

Enthir: He’s finalising his report for the dominion… If we send him back without due cause-

Taliesin: the dominion will close down or attack the college.

Enthir: what he said… *sighs* But you’re right to be concerned. Wyrms in danger with him here…

Nerevar: I’ll have a word with the arch mage… I think he’d be more inclined to take… Advice. From me.

Enthir: *ears shifting* please don’t kill the arch mage *rubs his face in exasperation* we’ve dealt with too much instability already. And right now it’s the last thing Wyrm needs. *carries blankets to Wyrms room*

Nerevar: *watches him go before looking at Taliesin* Let’s find out what Ancano is up to.

Taliesin: … *fixes his robe* I’d rather cut his throat. But we’ll do your idea first.

[dilf-in-peril]

Dave is almost on the verge of conducting phrenological experiments to ascertain the superiority of the chosen aew audience.

sorry I can't keep up with all the news and Dave is tweeting 383 a day to respond to every flame comment but if this is about those wrestlenomics statistics about household income, education and race of AEW/WWE viewers I don't think he is to blame for those.

But it's hilarious to me that some AEW fans are acting like snobs about their choice of WRESTLING. It's fucking WRESTLING, it's aggressively anti-intellectual, that's the whole fucking point of it. It's primal. You don't need to be smart to get "man looks sad when punched in the face by his former friend". We're all swine around here.

[ladybug023]

Cigarette Kisses and Regrets

Lalo Salamanca x OC Alejandra Romero

Notes: In this oneshot is set in the late 1980s, Lalo is sent by the cartel to infiltrate a police precinct that is defying them. But he never anticipated getting attached to Alejandra Romero, a cop who was assigned as his partner. She calls him Jorge or Angel Eyes since he's under the alias of Jorge De Guzman.

Also, they’re actually speaking Spanish for the entire conversation since it’s their first language and they’re in Mexico. But I didn’t want to full the entire page with translations so I just wrote it in English. I’ll be sure to add Spanish or Spanglish when they’re in America.

Lalo’s age: 30

Alejandra’s age: 29

Warnings: post sex, light cursing, nothing too bad.

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Lalo Salamanca, going by the name Jorge De Guzman, stood silently by the open window of the bedroom. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he gazed at the moon shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the dark room with its soft glow. He was deep in thought, his mind consumed. He wondered to himself, was it guilt he was feeling? He raised a hand to his lips, taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling slowly. The smoke twirled and danced around him, forming a hazy cloud in the air.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling behind him and turned to see Alejandra stirring awake. "Why can't you sleep, Angel Eyes?" she inquired, her voice still drowsy from slumber. It was her love for spaghetti westerns that led her to nickname him Angel Eyes, as she said he reminded her of the character, particularly in his eyes and smile.

Lalo shrugged nonchalantly, smirking. "I don't sleep much," he replied, taking another drag of his cigarette. "But don't worry, I don’t need much of it anyways."

Alejandra sat up, her hair tousled from their time together. "I wish you would take better care of yourself," she said, concern etched in her sweet voice.

She was so considerate, Lalo's mind was already spinning with the idea of her quitting the police force and running away together. He could hide her away, keep her all for himself. It would be the perfect solution, the only way he could keep her safe. He never anticipated dealing with this kind of bullshit when he went undercover. To him, it was merely about fucking over a bunch of pigs, but then he met his precious Ale. She wasn't like the other swine - Alejandra was beautiful and sharp as a knife. One moment, she was tough and unyielding like steel, and the next, she was gentle and soft as silk. Over the time they spent together she became more than just his Sergeant and mentor, she managed to burrow her way into Lalo’s heart, despite it being as black as coal.

“Hey, what's going on in that head of yours?”Alejandra asked, sensing his unease.

“Just thinking about life," he said, he studied how lovely she looked in the moonlight. "You know, the usual stuff."

Alejandra sat up, wrapping the sheets around her as she moved to join him by the window. "Life, huh? What's there to think about?"

Lalo took another drag of his cigarette and then said, "I was just thinking, you know, about…us.” He noticed her shifting uncomfortably at the mention of them. Lalo figured it was because of the fact that their affair could get both fired. Alejandra was his superior after all. “Should we continue doing what we're doing or start something new?”

Alejandra's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about Jorge?”

Lalo took a deep breath before continuing. “I mean, we could leave the police force and run. Start fresh somewhere else," he said, his eyes searching hers for any hint of agreement.

Alejandra frowned as she looked at him. “As tempting as that sounds, we can't run away from our responsibilities. It’s our obligation to protect this town, and I won’t cower away from those wolves,” she said, conviction in her voice.

Lalo's heart sank. He couldn't tell her the real reason he suggested they leave. She’d never understand. “I don't think you understand how dangerous they are, Ale. They want to kill you,” he warned her.

“You mean kill us,” she corrected, raising her chin with pride. “And I'm not afraid of the cartel.”

Usually, Lalo found her stubbornness endearing and even attractive, but right now, it was getting on his nerves. “You know, one day your pride and righteousness is going to get you killed. Do you want to end up bleeding out alone like your father?” His words were much, much harsher than he intended. Alejandra’s eyes narrowed when he mention her father, her hero. She stood before him silently, one of her hands clutched the sheets against her chest and her other was balled tightly into a fist.

After a couple of moments of tense silence, Lalo relented.“I shouldn't have said that…I just don't want you to get hurt,” he added, his voice softening.

Alejandra’s anger slowly dissipated, reaching for his hands. “The reason I don't fear the cartel is because I have you watching my back. Angel Eyes, you and I can take them. I know we can.” she assured him, her cinnamon brown eyes sparkling with affection.

‘I don’t have your back…. You’re so alone and vulnerable, and you don’t even know it.’ He thought to himself. He masked his disappointment with a false smile.

She then took a cigarette and placed it in her mouth before standing on her tippy toes to light it using Lalo's cigarette, the tips met in what they called a cigarette kiss.

He understood now that he couldn't save his beloved Ale. No matter how much he wanted to keep her by his side, she would never join him. Her damn moral code would never allow it. Alejandra had once said that her father divided people into three categories: the sheep, the wolves who prey on the sheep, and the sheepdogs who protect the flock. Both Lalo and Alejandra were driven by their innate nature - she as a sheepdog, and he as a wolf. This meant that they were destined to destroy each other. He hoped that this fact would make it easier for him to do what he had to do.

As the first rays of dawn broke the horizon, Lalo felt a sense of longing wash over him. He knew that he couldn't stay with her forever, but for the fleeting time they shared, he wanted nothing more than to bask in her presence. The smoke from their cigarettes curled into the air, mixing with the light of the rising sun. With each inhale, he breathed in her essence, savoring every moment before it slipped away.

[tasharoseorganics]

Why Organic Elderberry Syrup is a Must-Have for Immune Support

Why Organic Elderberry Syrup is a Must-Have for Immune Support

Why Organic Elderberry Syrup is a Must-Have for Immune Support

Let’s get right to the point. Shall we? Elderberry has been scientifically proven to support the activation of the immune system and prevent the replication of viruses, as well as being active against bacteria. Full stop. Do you need to read that again? Elderberries have some pretty amazing benefits. It’s no wonder I always have a bottle of our organic Elderberry Syrup in the fridge for the first sign of sniffles or scratchy throat. In addition to all the modern research, Elderberry has been used for centuries to treat upper respiratory infections and support health in the wintertime when we seem more susceptible to these bugs. Here are the major takeaways about Elderberry (a plant in the sambucus family with multiple genuses, including nigra) from study results published in scholarly journals on PubMed. Proven to inhibit the infectious activity of viruses (PMID: 26645032) In a study with influenza A & B symptoms were relieved on average 4 days earlier with Elderberry Syrup (PMID: 15080016) Significant reduction of cold duration and severity (PMID: 27023596) Shown to inhibit the viral replication and block the virus attachment of human coronavirus NL63 (HCoV-NL63) (PMID: 31560964) Water-derived elderberry extracts induce potent immune-modulatory effects, which represents the basis for a strong immune-mediated response to viruses including influenza compared to alcohol extracts that do not do this. (PMID: 35409309) Stimulates immune response and prevents viral infection (PMID: 22972323) Inhibits replication of influenza A, B, swine flu and turkey flu, significant improvement of the symptoms within 2 days, complete cure in 2-3 days in 90% compared to up to 6 days in the placebo (PMID: 9395631) Most of the research focuses on viruses (influenza A, B, swine flu, common cold, and recently coronavirus), but there’s also examples of elderberry protecting against bacterial infections. Active against human pathogenic bacteria (Gram-positive bacteria of Streptococcus pyogenes and group C and G Streptococci, and the Gram-negative bacterium Branhamella catarrhalisas) well as influenza viruses (PMID: 21352539) Ok, so if you want to go down the scientific study of elderberry rabbit hole, click any of the links above and read on to your heart's content. Want to know more about the plant itself and some of its more magical qualities? Stay with me. Black Elder (Sambucus nigra) is a shrub that can easily grow into a tree. It grows in Europe and North America, tolerating many environments and enjoying full sun. Each spring it produces clusters of tiny cream colored flowers called elderflowers. These flowers can connect us to the realm of above and fairies, and they have a strong connection to children, representing purity and innocence. Elderflowers tend to be gentle, yet profound. Then as the heat of summer arrives, the flowers wither and the berries ripen. Depending on the genus of the plant they range in color from a dusty light blue to a deep, dark purple. The berries are typically dried and then extracted in water (sometimes glycerine or alcohol), though as referenced above, water extraction is the superior method. Anthocyanins in the elderberries turn the water a deep purple and these are the compounds that stimulate and support our immune, respiratory systems and more. Elderberries are not sweet on their own. They have an affinity for the root and heart chakras, promoting a sense of being centered and open simultaneously. Which makes sense to me because when I am feeling vibrant and healthy I also feel centered and open, and elderberry helps bring us back to vibrant health. I hope you learned something new reading this. Let me know if you have any questions about Elder.

[yhwhrulz]

Morning and Evening with A.W. Tozer Devotional for November 28

Tozer in the Morning The Danger of World-worship

A great deal can be learned about people by observing whom and what they imitate. The weak, for instance, imitate the strong; never the reverse. The poor imitate the rich. The self-assured are imitated by the timid and uncertain, the genuine is imitated by the counterfeit, and people all tend to imitate what they admire.

By this definition power today lies with the world, not with the church, for it is the world that initiates and the church that imitates what she has initiated. By this definition the church admires the world. The church is uncertain and looks to the world for assurance. A weak church is aping a strong world to the amusement of intelligent sinners and to her own everlasting shame.

Should any reader be inclined to dispute these conclusions, I ask him to take a look around. Look into almost any evangelical publication, browse through our bookstores, attend our youth gatherings, drop in on one of our summer conferences or glance at the church page of any of our big city newspapers. The page that looks most like the theatrical page is the one devoted to the churches, usually appearing on Saturday. And the similarity is not accidental, but organic.

This servile imitation of the world is for the most part practiced by those churches that claim for themselves a superior degree of spirituality and boldly declare their adherence to the letter of the Word. In fact, neither the old-line ritualistic churches nor those that are openly modernistic have been as guilty of such flagrant world-worship as the gospel churches have.

Tozer in the Evening Indicators of God's Choosing

. . . No man is ever the same after God has laid His hand upon him. He will have certain marks, and though they are not easy to detect perhaps we may cautiously name a few. One mark is a deep reverence for divine things. A sense of the sacred must be present or there can be no receptivity to God and truth. This mysterious feeling of awe precedes repentance and faith and is nothing else but a gift from heaven. Millions go through life unaffected by the presence of God in His world. Good they may be and honest, but they are nevertheless men of earth, ''finished and finite clods,'' and proof against every call of the Spirit. Another mark is a great moral sensitivity. Most persons are apathetic, insensitive to matters of the heart and the conscience, and so are not salvable, at least not in their present condition. But when God begins to work in a man to bring him to salvation He makes him acutely sensitive to evil. Inward repulsion toward the swine pen that rouses the prodi gal and starts him back home is a gift of God to His chosen.

Copyright Statement This material is considered in the public domain.

[pharmabizworld]

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