#Swine superiority

[leviathan-supersystem]

I just want to thank you for all the great anti-artist posts you’ve been making and reblogging lately. Honestly, I don’t know how any non-reactionary can truly believe that what the world needs now is more poems and less weapons. Mankind can and has survived fine without poetry, but wheat/rice is another matter, and those things can only be secured with bullets.

every time I make or reblog a post that's like "hey maybe artists aren't inherently vastly superior to menial laborers such as myself" I get a torrent of snotty sarcastic bait anons like "yes comrade I agree all artists are degenerate subhuman bourgeoisie swine who must be exterminated 🫡" (there are several more they sent after this one, it's always like 5 at a time) which are clearly being sent by an extremely buttmad artist, and like, if hearing someone say "hey maybe artists aren't inherently better than janitors or cooks" makes you go "so you're saying I'm worthless and subhuman?????" I think that says more about how you view janitors and cooks than it does about how I view artists.

[demilypyro]

Danill: Check out my superior car the cybertruck by the great industrialist Elon Musk

Artemty: Looks like shit

Clara: Looks like shit.

Danill: Tch, you backwater steppe people could never understand

Clara:

Clara:

Clara: Your cybertruck will explode in ten seconds

Danil: Listen you strange off putting little child, As one would say in latin, something uneducated swine with your limited IQ like you would never will understand, Ergo- *the car blows up*

yea

[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.

Welcome Sirens! This reading is for entertainment purposes only based on the downloads I receive. Do not attack me if the message doesn’t resonate. Keep in mind this is a collective reading, not a individual one. With that being said, enjoy!

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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.

[jinxedshapeshifter]

Why Kristoph Gavin Is Like That: An Essay

Alright so common sentiments I've seen regarding Kristoph are "Why is he like that" and "I want to study him in a lab" and I am a psychology nerd, so I decided to analyze Kristoph. Obligatory disclaimer: I am not a psychologist. Wanting to analyze Kristoph's behavior may or may not have gotten me interested in criminal and forensic psychology but I am not a psychologist. I am simply a guy who likes to psychoanalyze fictional characters from the most clinical perspective I can get to without actually being a psychologist. So let's begin.

Part 1: Diagnosing Kristoph Gavin

The thing about Kristoph is I think to fundamentally understand him, you need to diagnose him. In fact, I haven't posted my analysis of Kristoph's black Psyche-Locks because of it. As I said, I'm not a psychologist, but I do enjoy looking through the DSM-5 every once in a while, so I'm going off of that.

When you first look at Kristoph's behavior, you would (understandably) say he's a narcissist. From a purely colloquial perspective, this is absolutely true. However, I also think he very likely has narcissistic personality disorder. To be completely clear, I don't think his behavior is inherently a result of this. I think his behavior is a result of realizing he has a problem (even if he doesn't realize it's narcissism, he does acknowledge that he's fucked up because the reason he gives for killing Zak is "I am an evil human being") and not bothering to get help for it. In fact I'd argue he embraces it. So let's go through the DSM-5's diagnostic criteria for NPD (I don't need to explain where most of these are applicable but I'm going to anyway).

Criterion 1: Has a grandiose sense of self-importance (e.g., exaggerates achievements and talents, expects to be recognized as superior without commensurate achievements) - While I don't personally think the examples provided by the DSM-5 are reflective of Kristoph's behavior (although I think an argument could be made about him exaggerating his achievements, depending on if you think he was forging evidence before the Gramarye trial, which I personally do but I'll get into that later) I absolutely think he has a grandiose sense of self-importance because he canonically has a god complex, which is implied to be why he became a defense attorney; by doing that, he made people depend on him and literally had people's lives in his hands.

Criterion 2: Is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love - I don't really know exactly how applicable this is, and it might've been more applicable when he was younger. However, he was so determined to get a win over Klavier in Klavier's first trial to forge evidence over it, so there's something to be said about him having a preoccupation with success not unlike Manfred I think.

Criterion 3: Believes that he or she is “special” and unique and can only be understood by, or should associate with, other special or high-status people (or institutions) - He literally says this himself. He literally says the jury is made up of "ignorant swine" and says they're soiling the courts, I don't know what else to say on this point

Criterion 4: Requires excessive admiration - I will once again point you to the implication that he became a defense attorney specifically to make people dependent on him. The judge calls him the best defense attorney in town so I think it's safe to assume he's never lost a trial (which I will bring up again later). The nanosecond it's implied Apollo is turning on him and losing admiration for him, Kristoph takes it as a fucking betrayal, specifically saying "Et tu, Justice? You would betray me, your teacher?" Reminder, this is because Apollo decided to listen to Phoenix's testimony.

Criterion 5: Has a sense of entitlement (i.e., unreasonable expectations of especially favorable treatment or automatic compliance with his or her expectations) - Can I say his cell is evidence of this? No? Alright. He seems pretty fucking upset when he's reminded he's not the defense attorney in Phoenix's case. What does this imply? He acts like he's entitled to acting as the defense attorney during the case. This in comparison to the other defense attorneys who have acted as co-counsel at some point (Mia, Diego, Phoenix, Apollo, Kazuma, Athena) who let the acting defense attorney do their damn job. Like it might even be that no other lawyer acting as co-counsel has ever acted as entitled as Kristoph does that makes it feel like Kristoph comes off as entitled in the first place (in which case, I very much think Kristoph is meant to come off as entitled during Turnabout Trump).

Criterion 6: Is interpersonally exploitative (i.e., takes advantage of others to achieve his or her own ends) - I'm not explaining this. Phoenix's disbarment hinged on this, I refuse to explain this. I already made a post about it in regards to Apollo, I'm not explaining this here

Criterion 7: Lacks empathy: is unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others - I think in order to be as horrible as he is, he would have to lack empathy. Idk. Like he obviously lacks empathy but I don't know how to explain it.

Criterion 8: Is often envious of others or believes that others are envious of him or her - Literally his motive for everything. He got Phoenix disbarred because he was upset over Zak firing him.

Criterion 9: Shows arrogant, haughty behaviors or attitudes - I will once again direct you to him calling the jury "ignorant swine" in Turnabout Succession.

That is 8 out of 9 criteria he definitely meets and one that's debatable. You only need to meet five of the critera to be diagnosed. The only reason one is debatable is because we don't get into Kris's head. Conclusion: "Kristoph has NPD" isn't an unreasonable assumption. Kristoph having NPD is actually why I haven't posted the analysis on his Psyche-Locks; I didn't think I could explain Kristoph having NPD well in that post and having that explanation is crucial to understanding that analysis (which will be added to this one instead of it being its own post).

As I said at the start, I do not think Kristoph having NPD makes him a horrible person. I think he knows he has a problem, and instead of getting help for it, he embraces it. He chooses not to get help and that choice and him borderline embracing his narcissistic traits is what makes him a horrible person. This is yet another thing that makes Kristoph and Klavier so interesting; Klavier exhibited similar narcissistic tendencies at 17 (although not near as bad as Kristoph) but it feels like he recognized that he had a problem and got help for it. Narcissistic personality disorder can be caused by trauma, and it wouldn't surprise me if Kristoph and Klavier had very similar yet very different responses to whatever traumatic event they experienced. In Kris's case, this resulted in NPD that he didn't get help for and arguably embraces.

Part 2: Evidence Forgery & A Perfect Trial Record

The judge explicitly refers to Kristoph as "the best defense attorney in town" when he asks about Apollo's status as the acting attorney and Apollo refers to Kristoph as a "top-notch defense attorney" when he asks Phoenix why he wanted Apollo to be his attorney. In my opinion, both of these statements would imply that Kristoph has never lost a trial. Even Phoenix has lost trials, and he basically had Kristoph's reputation before being disbarred (which has some super interesting implications actually). This is where Klavier comes into play.

For Kristoph to forge evidence to guarantee a win, he's either not as good a defense attorney as his reputation would have people believe, or he was confident Klavier had a chance to win the trial. If we really think about it, I think the first option, that Kristoph just isn't as good a defense attorney as people think, is more likely, and this also leads into the evidence forgery discussion. He had no qualms about spending $100k on forged evidence. This implies one of two things; either he's forged evidence before or he's von Karma levels of rich. I think it's much more likely that Kristoph forges evidence to make up for the fact that he's not actually as good a defense attorney as people think he is.

He's a year younger than Phoenix, so if we assume he became a defense attorney at the same age as Phoenix (24), he'd already been a defense attorney for two years at that point. Going a bit further, if we assume he became a defense attorney at the same age as Apollo (22) instead, then he'd been an attorney for four years by the time Zak's trial was happening (and he had been an attorney long enough by Zak's trial to be well known, as Klavier says "Ah, figures my bro's more famous in this part of town" when the judge asks if Klavier and Kristoph are related). There's plenty of room for him to forge evidence there, as long as the decisive evidence doesn't require replication of something that would be unique, like handwriting. He could (probably) easily forge a murder weapon or a bloodstain. This would explain why he's so willing to pay $100k for a forgery too. If we keep with the assumption that he forged evidence his entire career but never had to do anything with something like handwriting, he'd probably pay an arm and a leg to get the evidence he needs.

Considering Kristoph is also willing to murder people over a seven year old case, I wouldn't be surprised if he defended people he knew were guilty. Depending on the case, he would probably have to forge evidence at some point.

Part 3: Black Psyche-Locks

Kristoph having black Psyche-Locks when he's asked about why he killed Zak is interesting. It makes a lot more sense if you keep in mind that he is a narcissist. To fully explore Kris's Psyche-Locks, we need to go back to something Spark Brushel mentions in Turnabout Succession's MASON system section.

Spark says that Kristoph started stalking everyone who could conceivably be involved in Zak's case out of paranoia. In Kristoph's brain, this was probably completely justified. His paranoia was specifically rooted in the belief that Zak would appear to someone involved in the case and expose Kristoph's forgery. Kristoph stalked Spark, he stalked Phoenix, he stalked the Mishams, I wouldn't be surprised if he (attempted to) stalk Klavier. If the fact that he forged the evidence that got Phoenix Wright disbarred ever got out, his reputation would be tarnished beyond repair, and to him, his reputation is the most important thing he has. He was so careful about how he handled the forged diary page that nobody suspected anything was even wrong with it except Klavier. All of this adds context to his Psyche-Locks being black instead of red.

I think it's incredibly likely that whether through paranoia-fueled delusion or just not being able to consciously acknowledge that he did kill Zak (which, if revealed and then investigated, could absolutely expose all of Kristoph's wrongdoings, something I think he would've realized), he genuinely didn't realize he killed Zak. I 100% think it's possible that Kristoph genuinely thought he'd killed some random guy on impulse. "But Jinx," I hear you saying, "why would he have gone after Zak if he didn't realize who he is?" As I said, I think it's possible that Kris thought he killed a random guy on impulse. He didn't plan to kill Zak. If he had, he would've been more prepared for it. I think some part of his brain recognized Zak which is what gave him the impulse in the first place, but he didn't become consciously aware of it until Turnabout Succession. Alternatively, he got so far in denial that he managed to delude himself into genuinely thinking he hadn't killed Zak, and he had just killed some rando named Shadi Smith. Phoenix didn't even recognize Zak when he introduced himself as Shadi. If Phoenix, who played poker with and defended Zak and has a picture of him in his office, didn't recognize Zak immediately, why would Kristoph?

It's also not impossible that there are multiple other murders Kristoph's committed that we don't know about. Hell, he tried to poison the Mishams after Zak's trial. At the very least I don't think that was his first time attempting murder. Kristoph's not an idiot, he's just careless (which doesn't surprise me, considering he is so convinced that if he ties his loose ends he won't get caught that he doesn't even tie his loose ends all the way, nor watch what he says in regards to murders he committed). That's not to say he's some kind of mastermind either, but he is intelligent. I don't think he could pull Simeon Saint levels of bullshit but he's very much capable of successfully and skillfully manipulating people. My point here being, if he has murdered other people before he murdered Zak and after he attempted to poison the Mishams, he probably wouldn't be surprised about having the impulse to kill some random guy, making him more inclined to believe he did just kill some guy.

I also think it's worth it to compare how Athena's Psyche-Locks broke in Dual Destinies to Kristoph's behavior. Athena was able to be eased into her Psyche-Locks breaking. She didn't have any reason not to trust the things Phoenix was saying. Kristoph is so paranoid that he doesn't trust anyone. He wouldn't have been able to have his Psyche-Locks broken because he would just deny everything that's being said until he can't deny it anymore and breaks down, something at least directly related to his paranoia, if not also his NPD. This is why I mentioned in this post that breaking Kristoph's Psyche-Locks would always be a bad idea. He'd never get to a point where he'd be able to mentally handle the truth. Kris's trust issues run so deep that he'd never trust anything anyone's saying until the damage is already done and the Psyche-Locks are broken. In Kristoph's case, there's no way to break those fuckers without causing the damage Pearl mentioned as something that'll happen if they're broken when they're not ready to be. I wouldn't be surprised if this is why Kristoph's breakdown in Turnabout Succession is so intense.

Part 4: Kristoph's Personal Relationships

For this section, I'm going to discuss each of Kristoph's relationships separately, then go into what his relationships say about him in general. So let's start.

Kristoph & Klavier

Kristoph and Klavier's dynamic is genuinely one of the most interesting in the Ace Attorney series to me.

Klavier doesn't really talk about Kristoph much, and the same sorta seems to apply to Kristoph. We don't learn anything about Klavier and Kristoph's dynamic until Turnabout Succession, and we know Kristoph didn't talk about Klavier because Apollo didn't even know Kristoph has a brother. When we do see what their dynamic was like in 2019, it's Klavier being used by Kristoph. Kristoph used Klavier to get Phoenix disbarred, and it weighed on Klavier's mind for seven years.

I also think it's worth noting the following exchange from Turnabout Succession:

Klavier: Let's clean out the family closet, eh, Kristoph? Kristoph: You're spinning out of control. Calm yourself before you say something you'll regret. Klavier: Spinning out of whose control? Mine? …Or yours?

Which implies that Kristoph exhibited some kind of controlling behavior towards Klavier. It doesn't surprise me because Kristoph's a control freak. I'd also be more surprised if Klavier wasn't afraid of Kristoph killing him at some point. Additionally, something I mentioned in my Klavier analysis is that in the 2019 section of Turnabout Succession, Klavier does have a good view of Kristoph and even seems to look up to him. He takes Kristoph at his word that Phoenix is going to present forged evidence despite (by 24 year old Klavier's account) finding it weird even then, and keeps him anonymous when he brings up the fact that Phoenix presented forged evidence. Another thing I mentioned in the aforementioned Klavier analysis is that based on Klavier's behavior, he didn't realize Kristoph was manipulating him until sometime after the 2019 section of Turnabout Succession. Something made Klavier realize he was being manipulated. Could be age or that Kristoph did something that made Klavier realize Kristoph was a piece of shit, but no matter what it was, something happened that made Klavier's view of Kristoph shift.

Kristoph & Phoenix

Kristoph and Phoenix are also really interesting to me because Kristoph's end of their friendship is fueled by paranoia, and Phoenix's side is fueled by a desire to keep Kristoph close and basically investigate him. It's toxic on both their ends, and that makes it really interesting. Their dynamic also has a really good example of "Kristoph will lash out if someone even minutely slights him" in both Phoenix's trial and Vera's.

During Phoenix's trial, Kristoph gets so upset over the trial even slightly alluding to the potential for him being present to kill Shadi that the judge has to remind him that Phoenix is his client. Phoenix is also so determined to get Kristoph caught that he forges evidence (technically twice) and revamps the entire justice system (and this was exclusively to get Kristoph caught). They're both incredibly petty with each other. I'm not really sure what to add here, they're just so toxic they should come with a radiation warning.

Kristoph & Apollo

Apollo looks up to Kristoph. Kristoph uses this to his advantage during Phoenix's trial, using the fact that Apollo is loyal to and looks up to both Kristoph and Phoenix to emotionally manipulate him. He then probably tries to use "You would betray me, your teacher?" to further manipulate him, but Apollo's desire to find the truth overrides his loyalty to Kristoph (something Apollo literally tells Kristoph).

Kristoph has one final instance of trying to emotionally manipulate Apollo; he gets Klavier to the point where he essentially shuts down then blames Klavier shutting down on Apollo. This doesn't work of course, and Apollo bulldozes on through anyway.

In general I think we can come to a pretty solid conclusion that Kristoph will either manipulate and gaslight people to get what he wants or stalks them out of an intense paranoia that's directly related to how he sees himself as a result of the NPD he didn't get treatment for. Instead of coping with things like a normal fucking person, he resorts to both physical and psychological violence and stalking.

Part 5: Conclusion

So here we are. Almost 3k words later. I do not want the takeaway from this to be "Kristoph's a manipulative, violent asshole because he's a narcissist" and if that's your takeaway you need to rethink literally everything I said here. The fact that Kristoph could be diagnosed with NPD has nothing to do with him choosing violence. NPD has nothing to do with him choosing to stalk everyone involved with Zak's trial instead of getting help for his paranoia. I want that to be perfectly clear. The thing with NPD is it can be hard for the person suffering from it to realize they have it and subsequently get help for it. Kristoph's problem isn't exactly that he has NPD. It's that he never got help for the thinking patterns the NPD caused. Had he gotten help I don't think he would've ended up stalking and murdering people. He'd still have NPD, but he wouldn't be near as fucked up.

It's why Klavier and Kristoph are so interesting as characters. Klavier has narcissistic traits but he evidently got help for them, as he's nowhere near as egotistical at 24 as he was when he was 17, although he does start exhibiting those traits again under high stress situations. He's still not completely okay mentally (otherwise he wouldn't regress like that), but he's also better than Kristoph at managing his symptoms when they do show up. Kristoph doesn't even try to get help for his symptoms, which leads to his downfall. Had he gotten help for his narcissism, he might've ended up a bit more like Klavier.

I hope Ace Attorney's prison system has a proper therapy program. I hope Kristoph's able to get help when and if he decides he wants it, because I am personally of the belief that everyone deserves help if they want it, and Kristoph's no different. I don't think he deserves to have Phoenix, Apollo, or Klavier back in his life, and I wouldn't blame any of them for never talking to him again, but that doesn't mean I don't think Kristoph deserves help. He would just have to realize he has a problem first, which I doubt happened soon after Apollo Justice and I'd frankly be surprised if it ever happens. But I hope the offer for help is there if he decides he wants it.

So why is Kristoph Like That? Untreated mental health issues that he's implied to realize is a problem.

*Again, please do not act like I'm saying Kristoph having NPD is an excuse for his actions. He chose not to get help. He chose to stalk people. He chose to kill people. Him having NPD isn't an excuse for that. My goal here was simply to answer "Why is Kristoph Gavin like that?" Do not misconstrue my intentions here or what I'm saying. Kristoph's NPD isn't what drove him to do what he did. Him choosing to embrace symptoms that hurt people did.

[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.” 

[theterrornaut]

Angel Hunter Drake Dymoch of Caernarfon, later on beat in Caerfyrddin (random lore below)

A rule first set out by the overseeing Ministers of Heaven was that the hunters should always sever both of the wings of each Angel they have snuffed. At the end of a hunt, these wings would be divided by each Hunter and counted accordingly by an Angel superior.

After a while, a backlog of wings piled up in the fruit cellar of the Church of St. Twrog, and naturally began to reek. Suggested by a fellow hunter - Mariam Tankard - as to not draw attention of the Parish pettymen by leaving them scattered around the village, was to donate the wings to the butcher’s. Labelled as being hacked off of the ‘Poultry of the Divine’, this… bizarre cut of meat, was accepted willy-nilly by the butcher Buddug. Any questions as to the source of such large, fair and well groomed instruments of flight? It’s simply a rather exotic product, one that such a speckled, dirty old tramp should be grateful to bear witness - pearls before swine! Of course, Mariam himself being quite the flamboyant character, it was definitely possible that a man like him would’ve become strangely obsessive over some rare bird gargantuan species.

[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

[grimst4rs]

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?"

[thepuppypaddedprincess]

claims ur first ask. cause i can. name three desserts that are suitable for princesses

Gladly, peasant! Eclairs are of course one, their rich cream and crunchy exterior making for a true test of one's grace and acumen with the requisite dessert fork. In the social battlefield that is the Tea Party, the ability to eat an Eclair without making a mess is both a display of power and a challenge to all who would oppose your superiority. It is not to be taken lightly. Another is the humble and unassuming shortbread. The flaky and often delicate biscuit can come in a variety of sizes and shapes (often but not always themed to the princess's personal preference,) and is a true testament to a baker's skill and prowess. With simple ingredients, to be able to make one worthy of royalty is no small feat. Once more one must take great care to eat it correctly, less one should make a fool of themselves and get crumbs on their dress. A princess will have no issue with this however, as she is superior in all things. Lastly is a common favorite among all worthy nobility: the decadent Milkbone. A perfect example of a stable part of any balanced cake tray, these delicious and addicting biscuits are none-the-less known for their health benefits and great taste! Only serve them to people you actually like though, as lesser and more contentious tea guests will simply not appreciate your kindness in sharing such a precious "treat" with them. Ungrateful swine.

This is but three of the most common, but there are many more! Teatime is a great passion of mine and I'd love to continue to share tips and tricks with the less fortunate~

[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. An 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 was 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. The murder of humans wasn’t rare in Hatlynshire. The Circle itself was no stranger to having its hands covered in the blood of innocent casualties both human and Circulion, Edmund knew that from experience. But there was no question about who had committed this particular atrocity. For the grisly nature in which the victims had perished was the signature style of 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 gruesome 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 hanging just above the stage floor with nooses around their necks. There were two men, two women and three children. It was the sight of children hanging from the ceiling that disgusted Edmund the most.

“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 a 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 Actor’s 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 somehow.” 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 that a Great House is dead!”

“This is the doing of that 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 the Order has done to the Circle in centuries. Curse that entire dynasty is what I say! His forefathers must be singing over what he has done here!” Jacked cursed.

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, a faint voice echoed from somewhere in the theater.

“Help..” it said. “Help…”

Edmond immediately rushed to 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 corpses until he spotted a small hand sticking out from under a large man. He saw the fingers of the hand twitch and move.

“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. Still lifting the body, Edmond spotted the 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 man. 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.

While comforting the boy, he took some time to examine him. 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 a 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 stare 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 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, ready to carry 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

———

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.