#World Affairs (PSA)

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The Weirdest Fucking Movies I've Ever seen Pt. 1

Okay so I sort of champion myself as a lover of weird movies. And it's funny because regardless of how many I've seen, every time I watch a weird movie I genuinely feel as if it is the weirdest movie I've ever seen in my life.

So, I decided to make a list which compiles all of said weird movies and then a description of why I find each so uniquely weird. If you find any of these descriptions or titles intriguing, I recommend you seek these movies out, because a weird movie = a good life ya know so yeah

If you have more weird movies please please recommend them im hungry for new crazy cinema bebesssss

Eraserhead (1977) - genuinely makes no sense.

Coherence (2013) - trippy scientifically interesting thriller

Some Velvet Morning (2013) - abusive cat n mouse relationship

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) - emotional violence

Greener Grass (2019) - let's shame suburbia!

Trash Humpers (2009) - people fucking the trash...?

Julien Donkey-Boy (1999) - mental illness be so sad and trippy

Gummo (1997) - literal photo album of a dysfunctional town

Slaughtered Vomit Dolls (2006) - bulimia PSA in disguise

Black Bear (2020) - art seeps into the "real" world

Begotten (1990) - god kills himself

Trouble Every Day (2001) - eating people presented as...a turn on?

Baise-Moi (2000) - punk feminist murderous women are sick and society sux

Palindromes (2004) - one character is played by a ton of different actors of different ages, races, and sexes

964 Pinocchio (1991) - so much vomit, even more cyberpunk lobotomy sex machine madness

Meet the Feebles (1989) - the muppets give each other STDs and commit mass murder

In the Realm of the Senses (1976) - a torrid, pornographic affair used to escape the horrors of a war-torn world

Enter the Void (2009) - going to the past, present, and future, POV shots that include blinking, going inside the body, taboo themes with a psychedelic style

Love (2015) - horny pseudo-porno about a misogynistic asshole who somehow pulls hot, sexually adventurous women

Climax (2018) - LSD fueled nightmare

Pink Flamingos (1972) - a competition to be the "filthiest person alive" (spoiler alert: the cool drag queen wins)

Vivarium (2019) - Suburbia is still creepy, guys

Be My Cat: A Film for Anne (2015) - can we please stop having erotomania like celebrities aren't into u babe :(

No No Nooky TV (1987) - Computers being cool and saying "boobs" and "clit"

The Piano Teacher (2001) - unsafe nonconsensual bdsm and sexual repression is...no. please no.

The Night Porter (1974) - stockholm syndrome and wild bdsm stuff with postwar themes

Belle de Jour (1967) - more bdsm themes

Titane (2021) - woman fucks a car and gets pregnant

Daisies (1966) - two girls cut up pickles and destroy the patriarchy

Creep 1 and 2 (2014, 2017) - murder has never been this funny

Garbanzo Gas (2007) - a human cow gets an all-expenses paid trip to a motel before it hits the slaughterhouse

Melancholie der Engel (2009) - ew.

In Our Garden (2002) - old men dicks + weirdest dialogue I've ever heard in my life

The Rehearsal (TV series) (2022) - this is the ultimate weirdest thing ever and I don't know how else to categorize it.

Trigger Warnings (all of these movies are weird/fucked up but some of them contain actual fucked up stuff that like. happened in real life. so below are the triggers for that kind of stuff. All of these films are genuine films, not the gore stuff the internet produces, but some of them because of the country/time period/transgressiveness include content that is inappropriate and/or ethically unacceptable, so I've included those movies below)

Baise-Moi - unsimulated sex scenes which includes SA scenes that actors consented to but characters did not. this proves a feminist point but is still incredibly upsetting and stayed with me for a while as there are close ups and its awful.

In the Realm of the Senses - Please look into this one more before you watch it, I'm not going to describe things in detail because it makes me so uncomfortable but there are some scenes that involve young actors that should not ethically have been in the situations they were put in. The movie is exceptionally well made and from what I know globally respected so I don't know why they had to ruin it for me but whatever.

Pink Flamingos - One infamous scene involves an actual chicken death. It was the early 70s (long time ago and no PETA) and they apparently ate the chicken afterward, so I felt less immoral about this one but still gross.

Melancholie der Engel - okay please genuinely never watch this movie unless you're super into traumatizing yourself and are very desensitized I guess. There's a ton of actual animal abuse in very very graphic/unnecessarily disturbing shock type situations. There's other bad unsimulated stuff but this is the worst of it from what I know.

Love and Meet the Feebles contain scenes that are transphobic and/or racist, which is gross. Slaughtered Vomit Dolls was made by a very bad person. A bunch of the movies also have unsimulated sex stuff, I don't know if that makes anyone uncomfortable but if it does I'm just putting it out there.

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Breaking Character || W.Maximoff

Paring || sitcom milf!wanda x AFAB!reader

Summary || When wanda is getting bored with the whole sitcom way of life, she decided to spice it up in this small town.

Warnings || Smut (at the end) ,, affairs ,, reader has a pussy ,, they/them pronouns ,, possessive!wanda ,, top!wanda ,, bottom!reader ,, legal!agegap ,, fingering ,, tit play (a little) ,, degrading (if you squint) ,, praising ,, cunnalingus ,, slight innocent!reader

Psa || expect sitcom style typing, it's meant to be silly and cringy please enjoy

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Life was easy, all fun in games, every now and then some new shenanigans would come about yet it seemed it was all the same, everyday the same story it was getting old.

Wanda maximoff, she was loved by the town, Westview seemed to be just the right fit for the women, she was happy to be there, Wanda wasn't old at all she was in her late 20s, but like many other women she was forced to marry quickly after becoming an adult, so she managed to settle for vision, but he was so boring and she wanted more, I mean come on the time is rolling into the 80s it's time for a change, to evolve. This whole republican motherhood needs to die out, She wanted a change, she wanted a revolution, or just something to make her life more interesting. Vision wasn't enough for her anymore he didn't please her, and she wouldn't be shocked if there was a divorce coming her way.

Today was no different than any other, wake up, get the kids ready, take them to school, and come back to the house. Drink a cup of coffee, maybe even clean the house a bit.

"Tommy! Billie! Come on. We gotta get going" raising her voice the sound of Wanda's soft sokovian voice rang throughout the house, and following was the sound of multiple footsteps coming towards her, who at the time was standing by the front door ready to go.

Dropping the kids off was easy, I mean she did this everyday, the same story different day kinda thing, debating on going to the market for a moment Wanda decided to go as it would be a way to get out of the house, plus she had been putting off the chore for a whole, picking up some groceries for dinner, walking threw the aisles, into the meat section is where she spotted them, y/n y/l/n, they were new in town, still mysterious and unknown to Mrs.Maximoff, but y/n drew the women's attention, as they were young yet charming, sweet and innocent to the big bad world, she was interested in them.

While Wanda was lost in thought it seemed y/n had been looking down at their shopping list, not paying attention to what was in front of them, and would run right into Mrs. Maximoff.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to bump into ya, I just wasn't paying attention and was lookin down at my list!" Y/n rambled, their clear mid-western accent was coming through showing Wanda they were not from around here.

"It's alright darlin, no harm done." She replied softly, yet, the bold tension (started by wanda) was definitely prominent. Y/n was growing shy under the older women's glare, so they sparked up conversation.

"Well I'm y/n y/l/n, and you are?..." y/n waited for a responses

"Wanda, Wanda Maximoff , I think I saw you around at the talent show earlier this week? If I'm not mistaken mmm?" The gingery women was thinking aloud yet y/n agreed, as the women looked relatively familiar to them.

"Oh yes, you were in the magic show right? Oh my was that your husband? You guys were very funny!" Y/n complemented, to which was taken to heart by Wanda , she always liked a nice complement, and was glad to hear people enjoyed the show, it was a nice little ego boost for the Westview witch.

The weird encounter kind of came to an end at that point yet wanda seemed to be thinking about y/n much more than she intended.

Later on Wanda was out in town on a stroll with Agatha , the infamous, next door neighbor , gossiper herself, Agatha was all for playing into the daring tension between wanda and y/n, that dark haired woman always did love some drama, and why be so traditional I mean it's 1980! It's time to make some change, maybe spice up the relationship...

"Yes yes Agatha, vision is great and all, but we don't have that magic, that feeling no more, he doesn't please me" wanda went on to say, as Agatha listened, she was honestly pretty encouraging, pushing wanda to go for it, I mean the what's the worst that could happen, right? Y/n y/l/n wasn't married yet, they were a little younger, yet they still were very bright, plus they didn't give off an uptight traditional way kinda attitude.

It seemed like deja vu, the way right then and there wanda this time ran right into y/n.

"We've got to stop meeting like this" y/n said with a slight hint of humor.

"I don't know, at this point I'm starting to believe you enjoy when we run into each other" wanda playfully shot back.

"Maybe so" y/n laughed back giving candy a bright idea, as somehow it seemed they were alone and Agatha had busied herself a few feet back.

"How about we get to know each other, well in another way haha, me and you could go grab a bit?" The older women proposed the idea, and was met with awkward silence for a moment before y/n agreed which was a little shocking to the other women.

Wanda started leading y/n off to an outdoor seating of a small local restaurant, and it seemed Agatha had "gotten lost" and left the two, letting them do their thing.

Wanda was definitely blunt she wasn't great about beating around the bush, yet she did try too.

"So tell me about yourself?" Mrs Maximoff asked pressing for more information about this younger person.

"Umm my names y/n y/l/n, grew up in a small conservative town, I'm from the Midwest, moved down here for a change, I like change I like being different" y/n kinda let the words flow, yet the women sitting across from them just sat and listened, letting y/n just talk.

"I cant brush this off anymore." Wanda cut y/n off and It was quick and to the point.

"Huh"

"Would you be interested...well in me? I mean you aren't married, and the lord above only knows how attractive I find you." Wanda let it out her thoughts, expecting the rejection, yet you cant blame a girl for trying.

"Yes. Yes I'd be interested, in you!" It was mumbled yet clear as day to Wanda when she heard y/n agree to the idea.

"Really? Okay, well you live alone, and I'd love to be alone with you so, how about your place Thursday" the women once's more proposed an idea to which y/n agreed and told her to call them whenever.

The two parted ways after the lunch break, both more than satisfied with the idea of each other, Wanda somehow ran back into Agatha as now she was telling her neighbor all the details.

"I can't believe they agreed, I mean this is...not very... you know holy? Good? Wife? of me, but I have needs and vision just can't fill my needs any longer" the Sokovian women went on, justifying herself yet Agatha didn't care, she was supportive no matter what.

"Wans, just be smart about this and no one will get hurt."

Thursday came rolling around fast. After the same old dropping the kids off for school, and running to the shop, wanda now found herself strolling up to y/n's house , which it wasn't to far, it was normal for Wanda to take walks, so she decided to just walk to block to arrive at their house. It wasn't like Wanda to be nervous, she was a calm, yet not patient type of person. Finally she pulled herself forcing her legs to walk towards the door, only needing to knock once.

She was met with a warm greeting from y/n, as they stepped aside letting the older women come in, y/n oddly really wanted to impress Wanda, they did things differently then most, they set up a lunch of the two of them, and got out a nice bottle of red.

"Aww you didn't have to do all this darlin, but it's nice, thank you" the compliment was taken to heart by y/n, they weren't married, so they don't come home and make dinner for anyone ever, so making a meal for this women was nice.

"It was no trouble really, it was nice to make a meal for someone" they replied causing wanda to send a soft smile their way, which lead to them sitting down to talk over another lunch.

Yet one thing led to another and things started to happen...

"Y/n im a bit older then you, are you sure you want this?" Wanda pushed making sure this wasn't gonna be a bad idea.

"I swear I want this just like you do..." y/n's words came out confidently, and that was enough for Wanda to jump into action. Standing up quickly moving to y/n she placed her hands on y/n's face before pulling them in for a sweet kiss.

Wanda took control quickly pulling them by their arm to the bedroom (which the gingery brunette had to look for but found it evidently) before pushing y/n onto the bed to continue what she started with the younger one back in the dinning room.

Wanda sat up pulling the silky robe you had put on off you, before removing her sundress, moving back to push you into the bed starting to suck on y/n's neck, leaving soft purple marks on their lower neck, drawing soft moans from the person below them.

"Oh god" fell from y/n's mouth making wanda laugh above them.

"I don't think you want god to see this silly"

Wanda clapped back before starting to pull at y/n's bra, making it pop off, tossing it to the floor before starting to groop their tits softly with both her hands, slowly building up pressure, before she wrapped her lips around y/n's bud sucking it slightly as they arched their back in response.

"Mmm seems like you enjoy being mine" Wanda laughed leaving a trail of kisses on the other person stomach, yet it seemed y/n had a little be of confidence, being able to reach out and pull the older women up to their face so they could get another kiss. After the short kiss broke, wanda laughed at the boldness of the younger one, yet at the same time Wanda's fingers were making their way under y/n's waistband, the women's fingers slipped easily threw y/n's slick folds.

"Oh my darling, you are dripping, all for me hmm?" Wanda was having to much fun embarrassing y/n, it was just so much fun. Y/n moaned at the feeling of the women's fingers slowly moving inside them, wanda slipped two fingers into them to which was enough to make y/n mewl below her.

"Look at you, a moaning mess, all for me, I mean you're mine right darling? No one else's right" Wanda asked sternly as she started to move her fingers at a decently quick pace, lost in pleasers all they could do is nod to answer her question.

"Good, so good for me" Wanda praised as she added a third finger causing y/n to jump a bit as she stretched out their pussy. Wanda was growing impatient, she wanted to make y/n scream and that's what she was gonna do, picking up her speed she was trusting her fingers in and out of the younger one, fast and hard pretty much forcing y/n over the edge and with a scream y/n couldn't even stop themself before hitting their climax quick and hard, throwing them into shock.

Wanda slowed down leaving her fingers inside y/n for a moment longer while they came down from their high, eventually wanda removed her fingers which were covered in y/n's juices, before moving then in front of your mouth, pushing past your lips forcing you to taste yourself, allowing you to moan at the flavor.

"You are so pretty honey, you turned me on so much, do you think you can help me?" Wanda asked softly getting a yes from y/n, before guiding them off the bed, to kneel on the floor next to the bed placing you between her legs, wanda pulled her own panties off, before prompting y/n to eat her out.

Y/n wasn't skilled yet they tried their hardest, slowly licking a long strip before driving in, trying to pay attention the the women's clit, and the moans coming from Wanda were definitely encouraging, the women soon put her hand in y/n's hair, guiding them a bit more, and as y/n lapped on Wanda, the women grew closer to her own high.

"Yes just like that darlin, keep go-" Wanda cut herself off with a moan, as she let go, Wanda came, as her legs where shaking yet still trapping y/n between her legs until she was able to calm down.

Pulling y/n up off their knees and back into the bed with her, Wanda laughed a little as she noticed how messy y/n's face was, giving them a kiss moaning slightly as she tasted herself in their mouth, before laying down pulling y/n into her to relax together on the bed.

"Wanda?"

"Yes y/n?"

Y/n turned now facing Wanda looking up to make eye contact with the women

"Can we take a bath?"

"Of course darling".....

From that point on Wanda and y/n would always be together in some way, yet due to Wanda's powers no one dared to question them, Wanda may have broken character, but the story kept going

[painted-flag]

After the events of September 11, 2001, countless flights were rerouted out of the United States for fear of safety. Many of those flights were rerouted to the next best place for safety – Canada. One particular town, Gander in Newfoundland, had 38 commercial flights sent to them. Despite the town having a population of 10,000, they found themselves dealing with almost 7,000 people landing in their area, nearly doubling their population. There were not enough rooms in the hotels of Gander and surrounding areas to temporarily house all of these people. 

So, Newfoundlanders did what Newfoundlanders do and opened their arms – and houses – to those who needed it. Gander residents and surrounding areas worked quickly to lend out food, clothing, cars, and spaces in their homes. Schools, churches, and community halls were transformed into temporary housing. Local TV ran PSAs with the phrase “lend a hand, do what you can.” 

It would be disingenuous, as a Canadian and the ideals that have been instilled in me, to not lend a hand and do what I can when people need it. Now, Canada is far from perfect. We have many issues, especially when it comes to affordable housing and available jobs. We too face an uncomfortable rise in the cult of personality concerning our conservative party. 

However, the very real reality of Trump’s presidency puts already at-risk groups in further danger; POC, LGBTQ+, and women. I have seen other Canadians express similar sentiments online; while it may not be the best here, we have open spots at our tables for those who need them. 

This is not meant to further scare Americans or frighten them into leaving, but many may not be able to afford or have the capability to go to further places and Canada is the closest they can go. Our Foreign Affairs Minister Mélanie Joly has spoken about plans being made in the event that the United States faces a far-right authoritarian shift, including the possibility of waves of refugees. Today, we live in a world where the absurd has become reality and the common has become hate. 

I am urging others from around the world that if you are able: “lend a hand, do what you can.”

Here is the official Canadian Government’s website for immigration. Here is the Canadian Immigration Law Firms step-by-step guide for U.S. citizens wishing to become permanent residents.

My heart goes out to all of you <3 

And in case there is anyone on my page who thinks for even a second to excuse Republicans for their egregious behaviour, I will say with my full chest, may you fucking rot and get off my page. I'd sooner take a bullet than welcome you into my home.

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The Majestic Cicada

Source: https://sayostudio.com/portfolio/cicada-life-cycle/

When I was a teenager, I never knew _what_ I wanted to be when I grew up. All the ideas of careers I had, however, dealt with wanting to make the world a better place - I don't think that's an experience unique to me. I like to think that most young people want to grow up and change the world for the better, I like to think that that is everyone's goal. So in a way, I knew _who_ I wanted to be.

Fast forward to doing what most young people are pressured into doing straight after high school (or else, obviously you're a failure... PSA: that's a crock of frass)- I went to university. I was very fortunate and privileged to attend a prestigious university in a small town in the middle of nowhere. It was an epic journey. I had a very generous family friend pay for the first two years of my studies.

[Soliloquy: I recently messaged him when I became overwhelmed with gratitude. The trajectory of my life would not be what it is without him... It could have been but he certainly made the road a lot smoother for me. Always be grateful. His words to me were, "You never need to pay me back but, rather, pay it forward." And so I try to do that in some way everyday, and I remind myself of this goal by saying a few things I am grateful for. Yes, even on the days when the thoughts of dark clouds are oppressive.]

I had been greatly humbled by my lack of academic achievement after my first semester. I had also been greatly liberated by my social experiences. Even so, I picked my damaged ego up and kept moving toward the finish line. I had registered with the intention of majoring in Zoology and Botany. Until one fateful day... Professor Martin Hill walked into the lecture theatre and began, with his booming yet very balanced voice, about insects. Five minutes into that lecture, I already knew Zoology was out of the window. Entomology was my new special interest.

Fast forward to second year. I had to collect 200 families of insects, preserve and pin them properly, and correctly identify them using dichotomous keys. As a vegetarian at the time, and someone who was extremely fond of any 6-legged creature, this was one of the most trying tasks I'd had to undertake. My pinning technique was shocking (sorry to the tutors and lecturers who marked my collection, and most importantly my sincerest apologies to the poor critters whose corpses are so poorly displayed).

I was, however, exceptionally talented at using a butterfly net. One day, whilst strolling towards the quarry, always on the look out for insects, I heard this odd noise in a bush. I saw this massive... fly? I wasn't sure. I had never seen anything so spectacular in my life. But the odd noise was somewhat familiar. It took me back to summer on the coast with my grandparents. I caught the poor bugger (pun very much intended) and off we went to the lab. It turns out, this was not just any cicada, this was a rare cicada to find in the area. I was absolutely taken by this enchanting and noisy creature. And so my love for the Majestic Cicada exploded.

I ended up collecting a coastal species in the mid-semester break, obsessively searching for them, obsessively devouring and gorging on the information of these creatures. We sometimes call them "Christmas beetles" here. They are not beetles at all, but rather true bugs (i.e. Hemiptera). They were given their misnomer for two reasons:

They emerge in the summer months (over Christmas time in the southern hemisphere) and make one hell of a racket.

Their nymphal casing looks almost beetle-like, which they discard as they emerge from the ground.

In my somewhat feverish love affair with learning about cicadas, what has stuck with me was that some species can take up to 17 years to develop before they emerge from the ground. I explained that poorly.

The adult female lays eggs.

Eggs hatch after a few weeks (species-dependent).

The nymphs (of which there are 5 instars), burrow into the ground where they hide from the world, growing, developing, figuring things out. The nymphs attach to tree roots for nourishment.

After what is one of the longest nymphal stages of an insect life cycle (at least to he best of my knowledge at the time), 13-17 years the nymphs emerge from the ground and into the daylight. They do this all within a few days.

After their emergence, they molt their exoskeleton for the last time, and crawl up a tree, pale and vulnerable as their wings extend and their exoskeletons darken and harden.

As fully-fledge adults, the males fly around singing the most ludicrous song in search of females. The females show their approval with wing-flapping.

After a wild time of promiscuity and making as much noise as possible, the adult females will lay their eggs. The adults live for only a few days to a fortnight. And so the cycle begins again.

It's beautiful, isn't it? This cycle of a 6-legged creature, so similar to the experience of so many humans. We're put away in schools for our formative years, kept separate from society at larger, in the dark and not in the daylight. We emerge one day as adults, vulnerable, confused and trying to figure out what the heck we're supposed to do. And when we've gained our strength and certainty, we fly, screech and fulfill our life's purpose. We perish and return to the earth from whence we came, their to provide nutrients to trees whose roots will one day feed future generations.

As I'm getting closer to thirty years old, I feel like my exoskeleton is starting to harden, I'm not so vulnerable anymore. My wings are itching to take flight. I am ready.

Prof. Martin Hill, if you ever read this or get this far through reading this, thank you. Thank you for bringing such joy to my life through your passion. Inspired by you, I now teach biology. I have a booming voice and a fire to warm the curious minds of my students. If you've forgotten who I am, I used to wear the most outrageous outfits, with the most outrageous hairstyles and often times in winter, I wore my ladybird onesie to lectures. You have made an indelible mark on my intellect, my journey and my life. Thank you.

[cursedvaultss]

Hogwarts Founders Era OC Profile: Edward the Valiant

“He did not feel very brave; indeed, he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do.”

Name: Edward

Nicknames: The Valiant (due to his accomplishments as a warrior)

Birthdate: April 13th, approximately mid 980s

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: Anglo-Saxon

Sexuality: Bisexual

Physical Appearance

Hair: Light brown

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5ft 8 ½ (174 cm)

Faceclaim: Dean Charles Chapman

Background

PSA: Just like Elfreda, Edward's timeline isn't really set in stone yet.

Edward is the bastard son of Æthelred II, King of the English, and Elfreda, a pure-blood witch. He grows up mostly at Hogwarts, surrounded by magic and shaped by the events surrounding its founders.

Home: Hogwarts

Family

Mother: Elfreda

Edward doesn't remember his mother, having only known her for under a year. A friend of Rowena Ravenclaw's, Elfreda is an advisor at the muggle court at the time of Edward's birth. She disappeared when Edward was very young, reappearing only when her son was seventeen.

Edward and Elfreda have a complicated relationship after her return. Edward barely remembers anything about her and views The Ravenclaws more as his family. Elfreda struggles to adjust to life back in the realm of humans and feels guilt about leaving her son for such a long time. Eventually they do reconcile and have a good relationship.

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Father: Æthelred II, King of the English

Known as The Unready, King Æthelred had a brief affair with Edward's mother, which resulted in his birth. When his mother noticed Edward showing signs of magic very early on, she took the boy and ran. Æthelred would stop at nothing to find them.

Half-siblings: Kings of the English Edmund Ironside and Edward The Confessor, among others

Foster-mother: Rowena Ravenclaw

Rowena is a good friend of Edward's mother so she took Edward in and raised him along with her own daughter Helena.

Foster-sister: Helena Ravenclaw

Helena was a few years older than Edward and he saw her as an older sister. The two were close and her death was horrific for Edward.

Hogwarts

House: Foster-son of Rowena Ravenclaw but joined Gryffindor.

Favourite subject: Defence Against the Dark Arts

Career

11-17: Student at Hogwarts

17->: Ally of Godric Gryffindor

22->?: Duelling Instructor at Hogwarts

Future: tbd

Personality & Attitude

Edward is not one to sit around and let others do the fighting for him. He's brave and has a strong sense for what is right and what is wrong.

Despite his outward boldness, he has underlying fears that he must conquer. He rarely shows his fear to anyone and prefers to lock it away somewhere deep inside.

Priorities: Helena, Akelda, protecting Hogwarts

Strengths: Brave, compassionate, loyal, chivalrous, a talented sorcerer, interested in the world around him (learns muggle combat and muggle history too), Can keep his head cold in stressful situations

Weaknesses: Stubborn, Afraid of abandonment, Restless for action, Has trouble focusing on his studies

Stressed: When his loved ones are in danger, when he feels helpless

Calm/Comforted: At Hogwarts and with Helena or Akelda

Favorites

Colours: gold, blue, red

Weather: Cloudy but warm

Hobbies: Sword-fighting, duelling, horse-riding

Fashion: Often found wearing armour, likes deep red and blue tones in his clothing, dresses in furs to keep warm

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: OPEN

Betrothed: Akelda The Tragic (deceased) @endlessly-cursed

Akelda and Edward's mothers were both involved in the events surroundng Hogwarts's founding and thus knew of each other. Rowena Ravneclaw and Helga Hufflepuff arranged an engagement between the children. At first, they were shy around each other but eventually bonded over shared interests. Both Akelda and Edward loved horse-riding and nature, and often talked amongst themselves for hours.

Akelda's health had been fluctuating, but when it took a turn for the worse, it was feared she was not going to make it. When she recovered against all odds, Edward was delighted and relieved. The marriage plans were put back in motion, but one day during a family picnic, Akelda suddenly fell ill again, though this time the culprit was poison, and she didn't recover.

Edward was inconsolable after both Akelda and his foster-sister Helena passed away within such a short period of time.

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Friends: OPEN

OPEN FOR INTERACTION!

Rivals: tbd

Enemies: His father and Salazar Slytherin

Trivia

After Akelda's untimely death, Edward inherits her horse

Through modern lens, would probably be considered dyslexic

Showed signs of magical talent at a very young age and always had a strong connection to magic

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🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰

💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

FayFamFlowFoRIch For Rich Formation Flamingos 🦩

FayMenGos; Gay Gargoyle Garden’s

BEST WORLD 🌍 BEST NEWS 🗞️ EFFORTS 💥 PSY 🧠 PSA 🗣️ WORLD EARLS 🤴🏽 EARS

World Ordeals World Organizations World Or Again Gain Ordeals

🧠 Esp

🧠 Psy

🧠 Scry

🧠 Spell

🧠 Invoke

🧠 Project

🧠 Séance

🧠 Enchant

🧠 Telepath

🧠 Summon

🧠 Divination

🧠 Clairvoyant

🗣️ Free The Free All 💕

24/777 (24/7) ProLife99.

411 Free Super Highway

VVV. Dot Live Coms

“Nickname Internet Blood”

❤️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

⛑️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🍒🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🍓🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🧨🚂🚇: Red Health Line

💄🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🌹🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🐙🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🐞🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🚁🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🥁🚂🚇: Red Health Line

☎️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🧰🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🍷🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🙏🏽 Prayers & Hearts

✨ Stars & Planets

🦜 Parrot Flocks

🕷️ Spider Hives

🐝 Bee Hives

🐜 Ant Hives

🦴 Fossils

🌋 Lava

✌🏼 Victory Violins 🎻 & Irish Harps

🇮🇪 🍀 Save The Irish Welsh Celtic ☘️ 🇮🇪

🙏🏽🌎 Corey & Torey 🤲🏽🌟

🧚🏻‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️ Elfie & Alfie 🧝🏽‍♂️🧚🏻

💚🍀 MayAnna & SueAnna 🧡🛡️

💖💪🏽 Tiffany & Trisha 🌸🌺

🤗 Hug & Honor Trees 🌳

💪🏽 Keep Strong Tools 🧰

🎶 Sing to your Keys 🔑

🌹Roses In Your Backpack 🎒

🏰 Keep Healthy Thoughts 💭

🌏 Planets & Life Schools 🏫

💁🏽 Don’t Lose to Fools 👀

Rainbow 🌈 Gothic 🖤

🌈🖤 RainVOW GOth

Straight; Gay; Bi; Trans, Lesbians

Bunnies 🐰

Bats 🦇

Black Kats 📞🐈‍⬛ 🧨 KKK 👻 gHostFoeNEss

Ladybugs 🐞

🧹🧳👙 Portfoilo Travel

🖼️💼🧳 Portfolios Travel

🥷🏼🥷🏼🥷🏼: Keep Ninjas, Nanny, Manny, Nano

🐜🐜🐜 : ANT…. ENT…. HIVE VS HIVE

🐝🐝🐝 : SAVIORISM BARBIE TREE HOUSE

🐞🐞🐞 : RESTORE HEALTHY BUSINESS

🦇🦇🦇 : Bitty Batty Cute “non Bets Binary”

🦌🦌🦌 : STAIR 👁️ SAFETY, “ANT LORES”

🦊🦊🦊 : FOX KEEN SWIFT INTEL

🐈🐈🐈 : CATS 🐈‍⬛ GENERAL WELLNESS

🍊🍊🍊 : O RUN, TAN GO JURY WELLNESS

💚🧡❤️ : Green Teal Orange Red Ruby

🍀🌹🎒: Brave, Bravo, Honors, Survivors

🔭🏐🎒: Telescope, Sports, Studies.

👑🐸🪙: Frog Pockets

👑🚀🪙: Space Rockets

Green Teal Red Ruby Sand

🇮🇪🇮🇹🇫🇷: Ireland Italy France

🧡🤎🖤 : Orange Tan Brown Black

🙏🏽💧🌊 : Welsh

🙏🏽🍀 ☘️: Irish

🙏🏽🌳🌿 : Celtic

🙏🏽🧞‍♀️🧬 : Genetics Healthy Gins and Gingers

🍓🍒🍉 : Healthy Reds Fruits Vitality Life

🌈🦜🗣️ : Parrot JA MIC Speak Up Healthy

🪞🛡️🪞 : Mirror, To Each Their Own

🥝🔑🥝 : Healthy Kiwis, Key Wi, Key We

🌶️🥭🥭 : Spicy Mangos, Healthy Vitality

🍫🚎🚂 : Chocolate Bus, Public Supports

🍻🍺🍹 : IRISH PUB, Public Wealths

🍃🪢🍷 : Twine Red Wine Vineyards

📞🍇📞 : Grape Vine Life+ 411 Lines

🪀🧘🏼‍♀️🪃 : Karma Health

⚡️🗳️🪁: Eletric Key 🔑 Kite Vallet Box Vote

📞🥌☎️ : Shuffle Sand Telephone System

📞🐍🚰 : Sink Sand Ink Sir Pens

🏹🥋🎱 : JU DOW PSY ANTS

✨🪶✍🏽: Healthy Health Thy Writing

🎻🎻🎻 : Violins and Irish Harps

🖼️🕷️🎹 : Healthy Life Recorders

🧨🖤🐈‍⬛ : KKK Black Jackkk Kat

💋💄🧐 : Bio Lense Cyborg Eyes 👀 Health

🌪️👃🏽🌪️ : Two Tiny Wind Tornado Nasal Pass

🎀🍆🍬 : “mini peninsulas.”

👉🏼👈🏼

👉🏼💥🪙

👉🏼🌎👈🏼

🤘🏽🐰✌🏼

🧍🏼🧾🪡: Puppet Tree

🦨🍄🌈: Bunk Base Buddy’s

🍹 🥃: Warm Rum War Thumbs

🍠🍠🍠: Yam Fam, Not Potato Hammer

Brandons Health Upkeeps

Public News: 📰🏳️‍🌈🇮🇱🐰🐸

🍀☘️🌹🦜🦧🍊🐈🐈‍⬛🕷️🕸️🎹🐆🐘🦏🦍🐅🐫🦘🪶🦩🐉🦫🦔🌞🌚🌝✨🌬️🌪️🧞‍♀️🧞🧞‍♂️🧬⚙️⚡️🧶🎱🔮🧣🎒💍👑🧳🐌🦖🐩🦚🍠🌶️🍓🍒🥝🍑🥭🍍🍻🥂🍫🧋🏹🎻🐍🥋🧘🏼‍♂️🧘🏿🤸🏽‍♀️🥁🧚🏻🧚🏿‍♂️🧚🏻🧚🏿‍♂️🧝🏽‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️🧝🏽‍♂️🧝🏿🗽🏰🏔️🌋🔭

my parrot likes to mimic owls

🦜 🦉

Hoot Hoot? Hoot Hoot?

Who Said Who Who?

Who said Who Hoot Hoot?

Huh Hoot? Giva what, ?

give what to whom?

Woot woot whom whom

vroom vroom

parrots with jet engines.

🛡️🎧🛡️: DJ ARMOR HEADPHONES

⛲️⛽️🌋🚁🛞🛟🕋📡

denounce “www tess tesseract glass cube.”

denounce “stress issue tissue TIL TILE”

denounce “RUB-EX, RUBIX CUBE MIRRORS”

denounce “www white wire t rex wax vexlore”

denounce “mega micro mall tezz TIL Tess.”

denounce “TILT TALT TIZZLE FAULT ALT”

www wex ex line mega mall tesseract

tesseract coils CO OILS SOILS SEALS

tesseract glass mirror laser trip wires

www wex wire line micro megaphone malls

“galaxy EX EX PRESS PREZ candy throats.”

“tesseract cubes lasers mirrors glass wires.”

mega mall static noise generator “white noise”

“test TIL.”

Bad News: 🤑🐁🦠🐹🦠🐓🦠

🦭🦭🦭🦁💈👨🏻‍🦳🪱🍪🫒🎀🍕🤐🤐🤐🤡🎪🏥😵🪰🪳🪳🪳🐻‍❄️🐼🐻‍❄️🐼🐭❄️🎿🦉🦠🧺🗑️⛵️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🐮🦆🦂🦐🦈🐬🐳🐋🐃🐂🦬🐑🐏🐿️🐚🪸🥔🍗🥒🍆🍎🍋🍅🍳🥩🍔🍟🍩🎂🍿🥧🎂🌽🫖🥛🥤🎳⛸️🛹⛳️🏄🏽‍♂️🪂🎸🎬🎤🎯🎫🎲🛞🧛🏼‍♂️🧟🫐🥞🧈🌭🪵

🇺🇸🇩🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿: America German England

🔵⚪️🟡: Blue, White, Yellow

🇮🇳: “blame Indian Chicken Hen Tye mix asain”

🏯: Blame any asain country ass PAN cUNtry

🪑🛏️: Red Indian Leather Jerk Pan Try Key 🔑

🪑🛏️: Red Irish blame greedy red cherrywood

🪑🛏️: African, can metal tin foil pan, star fish.

🪑🛏️🦖: Fossile Steel Sickle Foils Oils Ink

👳🏽‍♀️🕌⛽️: Blame Ass Odd Muzzle Fizzle

🌽🚌✏️: Corn KKK Kob Lore Door Knobs

🦈💉🚪: Vacuum Door Salesmen Genocides

🐢🕊️⏲️: Turdle and Dove Blender Horrors

🍎🍏🧃: Wear Down Programs, App Reels

🐺🐑🐏: Perverse Culling Cycles Genocide

🐻🐻‍❄️🐼: Bear Brothers Bully Gang

💩💰🐥: Cheap Chicken Checker Board Shit

🥖🏄🏽‍♀️🛋️ : Bread Basket Shopping Cart Box

🐓🏭🦠: Coop Co-Op Perverse Farm Cycles

🧊💉🐓🦠: Shingle Pox Chicken Pox

🧊💉🦆🦠: Shingle Bux Duck Pox

🧊💉🦢🦠: Shingle Gox Goose Pox

🧊💉🐖🦠: Shingle Swine Spawn Pig Pox

🧊💉🥤🦠: Bubble Box Soda Pox

🥾👅💩: Boot Licker Desk Maggots

🍧🍦🤡: Crazy Clown Society Shop Programs

🧻🦟🪝: Blame Italian, Asain, Count Lich

🥸🤓🤓: Rich 🤑 Extortions

🦠🐷🐹: Hamster Gerbill GerBall

🐗🦈🐬: Horror Cycles 🔁

🐿️😵‍💫🌀: Hynotis Hype Notice “Spells”

🐚🦴🥟: Deflections, Clams, Deaths

🧊🥛🥤: Death ☠️

🍢🍡🍭: Lolly Gag Stunts

🍿🍩🍭: Death Camping Murder Routes

🐷🔪🧅: Onion Eye Ball Pirate Clubs 🏴‍☠️

🥄🧽🚿: Metal Laundry Washing Alchemist

🍽️🫖🍾: Murder Schemes

🦅🦉🦆: Play Dumb Perverse Sportsmanship

🍋🧀🧅: Lemon, Cheese, Onion

🥒🫒🌽: Sell “Genocide” Routes “que, olive.”

🥔🍎🌭: “pot of toes water office cooler”

🎬💿🍆: Movie “Show” “Set” CUTSCENES

💈���🏼‍♂️🦁: Cut Scenes, Humiliation, Programs

💉🐹🦠: HAMSTER POX

💉🐀🦠: LAB RAT POX

💉🐁🦠: LAB RAT POX

🎤🐭🪤: Micro Mouse PC MAZE LAP TOPS

🍳🪺🧺: Bleach Brain Scrables Eggs

👟🧦🚾: Rubber, Shoes, Socks, Office Cooler

🧱🫖❄️: Throw Tea Pots, Snowglobes, Bricks

🛹🛹 🤕: Skat Skare skate Board Headache

🛷🛷 🤕: Slay Fray Dismay Speed Hate Rate

⛸️⛸️ 🤕: Ice Skate Blade Secret Assaults

⛳️⛳️ 🤕: “go off” “offline” escape to false lay

⛵️🤑🕳️ : “rift raft war raft send post broken.”

🏅🎟️🏅 : False Paper Badges, Stolen Honors

🚑🏴‍☠️🧩: Ice Fridge Clown Pirate Genocides

🩼🛵🦽: Cripple Cry Pull Mistreatments

🤿🎣🛵: Scoopa Butt Tiny Scooter Insert

🎲🎲🎲 : Gambling Horror Box Death Bets

🍯🥄🫘 : Thumbs Beans Jack Thump Spoon

⛓️🗑️🪚: Chainsaw Office Desk Profiles

🤌🏼💶🐐 : Micro Bill Escape Key Goat

🤡🃏🪪: Retard ID 🆔 Cards

🧢🤖🤖: No Blue Clones, Clowns 🤡

🎟️🎪🎟️ : TwERL Crazy Cricket 🦗 Sir Cuss

🛖🥾🍕: Genocide Hospitals Factory Fronts

🤐🪩🦭: Sea Lie Seal Rubber Shoes Zip Mitts

📼🎄🧵 : Death Wrap Christmass Organs

⛸️🏄🏽‍♀️🛹: “skat pans, boards splitting FRAYS”

☠️🐟🪣: Blue Poison Chum Desk Buckets

🔵😰🥞: “blue bed pans down syndrums.”

Gock at feet 🦶🏽

Talk at taco 🌮

Car Park 🚗 🚙 at toys r us breakroom pendulum (Pen Jew Lum)

🐸⚙️ Leapfrog toy at

Barbie Desk Babble 👱🏼‍♀️⌨️🐝 💾🗃️🗄️

Homeless Camps ⛺️ War Revamps 🧛🏼‍♂️🧛🏼‍♂️🧛🏼‍♂️

Slander Camps ⛺️ slander campaigns

Death ☠️ Rollercoaster 🎢 Psy Show, Sideshow Circus 🎪 Clown 🤡 Hospital 🏥

X O X O XOXO death hugs 🐻 🧸 🤑

BEAR NEEDLES 💉🐻🍯🤑

BARB BAR CODE KNUCKLES 💉🐻🍯🤑

Storm ⛈️ Run Hurricane 🌀 Rod Slave Ron, “Micro Wave Work Arrons”

“Baby Bid Bib Babs Babble Bunny 🐰 bibs”

Corky Wine 🍷 Raffle Ticket 🎟️ Dollar 💵 Bills Nut Number Money 💰 Euro 💶 Rope Velvet Vatican’s Popes by the throats.

Make them think of an “old billy goat 🐐”

Make them think of an “old ham bone 🦴”

Make them think of an “old dolly lama” 🐪🦙

Make them think of an “oak mill momma” 🐄

Make them all a “PIE OAK TEA” hebrew basket

🧠🧺🪺🦠🍗💩👁️🥧🦢🏭

Paper Islands 🏝️ 🤑💲💸

Goose Factorties RE SET 🦢 “Micro Foe Bets”

"pringle chips" 🍪 🤖 ☠️🦮👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯🙈

"celery sticks" 🍾🥒 green pizza 🤑🧩🪲🍕

“work over stage actor down codes”

🤡🧢 pringle chips 🍪

🤡🧢 celery sticks 🥒

towels 🧼 🚿 🧖🏻‍♀️🧖🏽‍♂️🧖🏽🧖🏽🧖🏻‍♀️🧖🏽‍♂️

towels are for heads

💪🏽 Sir Tan Lee (Certainly Elite)

🎃 Pumpkin Repeat 🔂

TAN SAND PROMISE HEALTHY COMMONS

TAN SAND HEALTHY PROMISE LANDS

Healthy Tan, Sand, and Land

TOWELS AND VOWS

not

“tow truck pow sights”

👘🥻👳🏽‍♀️👳🏽👳🏽‍♂️👳🏽👳🏽‍♀️👳🏽👳🏽

🤍🤎

Vows dont "total" 🙏🏽

Vow’s Life Vows

ALWAYS TWO types of vows.

✌🏽🙏🏽💞🙏🏽 ✌🏽

not for talcum powder ❌🥤❄️🍧

not for baking soda ❌🥤❄️🍧

"Tow Cum Powder" 👩🏾‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳

"Bake Soda" 🧑🏿‍🍳🧑🏿‍🍳🧑🏿‍🍳🧑🏿‍🍳

Tow Truck "VOW TOTAL" tricks

🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻

🚛🚛🚛🚛🚛🚛🚛

🚚🚚🚚🚚🚚🚚🚚

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

Office BreakRoom Rubber Slipper Water Cooler

🥿 🩴🛼👟👡 💧🚰

Chit Chat 💬 📍📌🧷🦀🦆🤏🏼

Office Water Coolers. 🥸🚾🚰

Seals 🦭🌪️🪵

Sharks 🦈 🌪️🪵

Dolphins 🐬 🌪️ 🪵

Statue of Liberty, swimming pool 🏊‍♀️ 🍕🌭🗽

🍌🏦 Bloods Bank Brooklyn New York 🅱️📚

Brooklyn Baby Chair Sitter New York 👼🏽💺

“Sitting The Statue Of Liberty In A Chair”

🎢😵‍💫🎬💇🏼‍♀️💀☠️💈💺🪑🦼🦽💈☠️💀🏴‍☠️

asian sushi Yorky husky minx cash spa sinks

YORKY DOG 🐕

HUSKY DOG 🐕

POODLE DOG 🐩

“The Three Horsemen”

Hay Bell 🍴🛎️

Hate Bell 👺🛎️

Meet Bell 🥩🛎️

Burger Bell 🍔🛎️

Excel Axe Cell Gang Desk Crew

😵‍💫👩🏼‍🚒👨🏿‍🚒🧑🏼‍🚒👨🏿‍🚒🪓🛎️

“Except, Axe Ace Front Desk Holding”

🪓♠️♥️♣️♦️🃏📇🪪💳🪓🛎️

Hotel 🏨 Holding Desk Tricks

“Hotel Management Teams”

“Creating Multiple Paper Front Clone Companies”

“Hotel Super Mall Complex Spreaders”

Corruption sources

“Tow Truck Fruit Markets”

“Hotel Micro Mega Management Malls”

Truck 🛻 Farm 🚜 Stolen Life Resources

Through Corrupt Business Front Line SILVER DISH LINES

Service on “a silver platter” dome head

🐟📐👨🏻‍🦳🪙🍽️

���🏻🧓🏼💉💸🤑🦠🧬🦠🦢🐀🐭🐹

“cell retarding TAR RAT GLUE GOOSEBUMPS”

white blue yellow, cell a fella

TAR, RAT, devert blame to Japan 🇯🇵 and Jamaica 🇯🇲 PAY RIOT PARROTS 🦜

To blame PIE RATES… PIE RATS

🥧 🐀 💩

Blame SEA RAFT, DRAFT

WINDY SAILS Cash Boats 🛥️ 🚤 🛶

Blame a black “rat shit axe ratchet hatchet”

HAT 👒 HAT 🎩 NAT NAT NIT NIT BLANKET BIT “black hats” “black HAIR ASS”

“black harassment”

“envy in voice”

“invoice receipt PIE 🥧 recEIPt 🧾”

Paper Puppet Office Pets

💃🏽👫🧍🏽‍♂️🪡🧾 PEN DAY HOSTS

PEN DAY HOPES

PEN DAY HOES

PEN DAY ROPES

Velvet Ropes Wet Newpaper 🅾️🅱️🅾️🩸📰🗞️

white covers

“bioluminescence ectoplasm”

“episode napkin fanny pack raffle ticket eater”

Reviving Health Ethics

🦜 Parrot Veterans (NON Pirate slanders)

🦜 Parrot Truth Speakers

🦜 Parrot Boy Scouts, not “COT” abuse

parrot, mango, tangerine, orange kiwi

Parrot 🦜 KEY

Mango 🥭 MAN GO

Orange 🍊 O RAN

Kiwi 🥝 Key Wi We

🍇 Grape Telephone Vines Lines 🍇

🌹 Red Rose Vines Lines 🌹

🌶️ Pepper Spice, Speak Vine Lines Twice 🌶️

Genuine Green Origin Garden’s

📳🚼🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡📳🚼

📳🚼🧡🎃🐈🥕🩳

🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷 🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

🍃🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲���🌲🌲🍃

📗📗💚💚🆚🆚📳📳🅾️🅱️🅾️✅✅♻️♻️✳️✳️🚼🚼🟠🟠🟢🟢🟩🟩🌵🌵🎍🎍🎋🎋

🍒🍒🍉🍉🍓🍓🍵🍵🍷🍷🍾🍾🪀🪀🎾🎾

🧑🏼‍🎤Teal Team Greenery 🚚🚛🚚🚛🚁🗼🚁🗼🗽🗽🎡🎡🚀🏔️🏰🏔️

🍀

Green Go 💚 ☘️ 👩🏼‍🏫👨🏿‍🌾👨🏿‍🌾🩲🩲🕊️🕊️🍃🍃🌿🌿

Garden House

Green Garden

Green TreeHouse

Red Ruby Sand

🧝🏽‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️🧝🏿🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻🧚🏿‍♂️🐸💚🍊🦜🏳️‍🌈🌈🐛🐛🐍🐍🦖🦖🪲🦚🐊🐉

Reviving “Pet Parrots”

of “PAY RIOTS”

or of “Pay Rabbits”

Parrot 🦜

Rabbit 🐇

Additionally Inclusive RABBI, 👁️ 🐰 👂🏽👂🏽

Rabbi Healthy Prayers 🙏🏽

Dj Rabbit 🐰 With Armor Headphones 🎧

🎶🎶🎧🐰🎧🎶🎶

Emerald Teal Green

Ruby Roxy Red

theres no longer white proceedings if we ALL keep healthy ProLife99.

🍀 ☘️

Clover Irish Welsh Celtic

Distinguish RED health, separately than “WHITE” X parties

Such as DENOUNCE racists “white only”

“america germany england”

“blue white yellow”

🔵♿️🧢

⚪️🦴🥼

🟡🍋🧅

Sarcastic Sar Cast Stick ��� ironic ion RON tick

Promote TV 📺 SILVER REMOTE

“WHITE NOISE” “Stereotype foam”

🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️

🚧⚓️🪝🗺️🎠🗺️🪝⚓️🚧

🚦🛖🩸⛽️🏟️⛽️🩸🛖🚦

🚧⚓️🪝🗺️🎠🗺️🪝⚓️🚧

🫧🗯️🏟️🧽🚿🎣🪣☠️🏛️🏴‍☠️🏭🦠

🐹🏛️

White Micro Management Genocide Systems

“Micro Management”

“Micro Mysteria Hysteria”

“Micro MICE Hysteria”

“Micro NICE MICE” 🐁 Head lice Snow Globe

“Micro His Stare ER area”

“Micro Management STARE ER”

“MY CODE, Micro”

“MY CODE MIKE”

“MY CODE MIKE SKULL”

“NYC CODE TIME TRICK”

“MY COOL CODE”

“MY COM MODE”

“MY TOLIET COMODE”

“MY CO MODE”

“Micro Code STARE ER AREA”

“Hysteria Mysteria”

Stare at hostile hospital victims with “sub”

“subtle” “sub til” knowledge…

“Micro My Code Mike’s Skull”

“america germany england”

🇺🇸🇩🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

1 hop, and two skips, down blaming “jumbled bumbled history inaccuracies, cover ups”

jumble bumbled

belongs to, “open the jungle book”

not “blackjack casino front backdoors”

change “blackjack market” into

“white backdoor trip wires”

and then you open “black ectoplasm”

“play puss at them”

“murders and cats fighting old women”

“black EVE”

“black ECHO STOW”

“black echo STOVE”

“black echo X COVE”

“black TOW TRUCK”

“black etch-a-Sketch shuffle soundboard”

that should help, the “black lions roar”

“getting past WHITE ONLY CELL LAB doors”

dont do CHEAT TESTS CHEAT TAS 🐆

Yellow Cat is white money sick cat…

dont so PAN THORE 〰️⚫️

pants 👖 naked black ass

Pan cat is white money sick bed cats

Beds and FOG THORN firsts…

Just do JAMAICA RAINBOW PARROT 🦜

and work over criminal activity that relates to

“rats, hamsters, gerbils, and GOOSE GEESE.”

and “bears, polar bears grizzle frizzle bears”

Reject “rats, hamsters, gerbils, geese goose, and bears.”

Lex, and Baxster

Tess

Libby

Sibby

"baseball beach house laundry line"

"storm cellar wine log basement cabin diagonal wire line."

gallivanting Asian hentai Buddha, wearing crocodile boots dancing across a laundry line at a beach house away from a baseball game wine cooler storm cellar, log cabin in a fake paper forest

lovely ways to achieve white collar pet ropes

"celery sticks"

"micro megaphone mall"

"micro talcum powder"

"micro baking soda foam"

"micro pac cil powder foam"

and "the white market" is dated history.

sand dollars, not "blue star fish"

FOREVER WHITE ON WHITE LOOP BLAMES SCENES

"america to germany to england"

"blue to white to yellow"

america germany england

blue white yellow

"duck duck goose"

and that ends their entire factory circles... dont accept exchanges with them.

rat, hamster, gerbil, duck, goose

Lex, and Baxster

Tess

Libby

Sibby

"Sale Lobby"

"Media Mall"

"small malt, blame ALT, OP, TALK blame"

"mall milkshake malt"

And reject the “false white elitism biological public genocide narratives.”

🇺🇸🇩🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿: America German England

🔵⚪️🟡: Blue, White, Yellow

🔵 Blue: ❄️🐟♿️🧢🪣 America

⚪️ White: 🦷🦴🐁🥼☠️ Germany

🟡 Yellow: 🍋🧀🌽⚠️🔕 England

🦠🐀🐖🐗🐄🐹🦆🐓🦢🦉🦟🦈🐬🐋🦠

List of white genocide primary catalysts

Summarized at “Goose”

illegal public genocides

“Goose Factory Resets”

“Goosebumps”

Bar Code Fist Pumps

Fat Plums, Stupid Bums

Cash Dumps, Breast Lumps

In Test Ten Tin

Silver Surf Ring Shoe Laces Speed Death Races Tin Foil Foul Goose Eggs 🪺

PodCast Post Cast Radio Radiation Cancer 📻

Micro Mouse 🐭 Rat Pellets

💊 Pill Pro Gram Bread 🍞 🥖 Basket 🧺

Bastard Kits, Sea 🌊 Turd 💩 Raft

Turtle 🐢 Dove 🕊️

Blended in a micro cow patty pie shit glove

🧤 🐮 💩 🥧

quadruple bypass

Quadruple Bypass Fire Hydrant 🧯💦

Circle ⭕️ Jerk Key 🔑

Sir Alpha Eat Old Goose Egg Shit

Alpha Troy 🥴🤮

Alpha Office Pet Desk Toy

Alpha white Roman 🍆🥀

Alpha Flat Tire 🧦🛞

Alpha Stupid Ass False Superiority

🚽 Racist toliet agendas

🚽 Prejudice toilet agendas

🚽 The Holy White Throne

The Toliet Commode

“White Racists WHITE ONLY World Agendas”

Ro MAN MANIA, 🤑🤑🤑🤑🥀🥀🥀🥀

RoMANIA and “JEW NET”

Romeo & Juliet

FACTORY: SENDING WAR RAFTS.

FACTORY: SENDING WAR SUB DRAFTS

🏭 GOOSE “FACTORY” RESET POX “RAFT”

🔂 GENOCIDE MICRO MEMORY BLEACH

🔂 BAKING SODA

🔂 TALCUM POWDER

🔂 PAC SEAL PARTICLE POWDER COMPANY

🔂 MICRO RED ROCKET CAR POX GAS PODS

🔂 MICRO SNOW GLOBE CRYSTAL BALLS

🔂 CAP HAY HAT TEA POTS SILVER SERVICE

🔂 SHAMPOO FOAM HEAD DOME G-KNOWN

🔂 MICRO VACCINE LIQUID METAL ICE

🔂 SHOWER, SHOW ROOM, SHOPPERS

🔂 COTTON PATCH HEAD MOP, EYE ASSAULT

“White Genocide Commonalities”

“GOOSE” summary

Current status, “world repeats blame about everything, until only white supremacy gimps, limps, and simps, everyone, except themselves

“Public Norms” stolen to saying NORTH WALL

“Public Ease” stolen to saying EAST WALL

Easygoing normal life!

Long as your white :) wink wink,

“screw a pink winky, and talk about Temple Wish”

“Holy Temples”

“Brain Temples”

Lovely white antics, LOVELY respects for privacy

LOVELY honors!

Absolutely ADORABLE “ace race” lol

whatever!

Say, NO THANKS GOOSE SHIT :)

Say, NO THANKS WHITE SHIT :)

Nothing else to say! Keep Healthy!

If anyone wants to assault you, slander you, or have you committed on medical or terrorism,

just sneeze 🤧 into white snot rags,

and dont accept “white false microphone assault programs.”

If anyone tries to insult you, or have you fight in “law bending” unlawful world practices,

than just realize, the ones doing such, ARE ONLY WHITE

or therefore of under “white influence”

or “white byproducts”

there is no other enemy in existence,

otherwise everyone does their own life

LIKE NORMAL LIFE DOES!

Zero white agendas

Zero white racism agendas

Zero white prejudice agendas

Doesn’t matter the amount of slanders.

Zero “white genocide crimes” from your own home, and your own personal space

Pray for all lives ProLife99.

and keep healthy regardless of the LOVELY assistance of the totally invisible “non existent white crimes”

Hah…. as if nobody has ever made any sense about that topic…

Anyways, REJECT “GOOSE POD CAST EGGS”

and dont accept “FACTORY RESET”

The word “Factory” is used for a covert RAFT

“Factory” “Genocide Paper Shops”

“Factory” is always ACT STORY

“Factory” is always FA FAT

“Factory” is always STOLEN FACTS STORY

“Factory” is always used by “white agenda” to send “REBOOT DRAFT WAR RAFTS”

FAT FAT :) Draft Raft

Fat Fat :) “Pleffa” “Plead for FFA”

“plead for FAT”

“plead for FA POOP FA”

“plead for a SHIT STAMP ON UR FOREHEAD”

“PLEAD TO BE SHOT BY HEBREW ROMAN DADDY”

“Pleffa Plethera Pet Fuck BEAR RUGS, Office Buddy BEAR HUGS.”

Awwww such a lovely white world retainer lol

Such an honor to be apart of ALL this worth!

Sooooo much honorable wealth!!

wow!! TONS OF MONEY!!

wow!!! SO MUCH AMAZING LIFE!

Lol white people… please quit ur jobs!

Give back the public positions to NON SECRET SADISTIC leaders please :)

Kk thanks!

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 9.25 (after 1930)

1937 – Second Sino-Japanese War: The Chinese Eighth Route Army gains a minor, but morale-boosting victory in the Battle of Pingxingguan. 1944 – World War II: Surviving elements of the British 1st Airborne Division withdraw from Arnhem via Oosterbeek. 1955 – The Royal Jordanian Air Force is founded. 1956 – TAT-1, the first submarine transatlantic telephone cable system, is inaugurated. 1957 – Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas, is integrated by the use of United States Army troops. 1959 – Solomon Bandaranaike, Prime Minister of Sri Lanka, is mortally wounded by a Buddhist monk, Talduwe Somarama, and dies the next day. 1962 – The People's Democratic Republic of Algeria is formally proclaimed. Ferhat Abbas is elected President of the provisional government. 1962 – The North Yemen Civil War begins when Abdullah al-Sallal dethrones the newly crowned Imam al-Badr and declares Yemen a republic under his presidency. 1963 – Lord Denning releases the UK government's official report on the Profumo affair. 1964 – The Mozambican War of Independence against Portugal begins. 1969 – The charter establishing the Organisation of Islamic Cooperation is signed. 1974 – Dr. Frank Jobe performs first ulnar collateral ligament replacement surgery (better known as Tommy John surgery) on baseball player Tommy John. 1977 – About 4,200 people take part in the first running of the Chicago Marathon. 1978 – PSA Flight 182, a Boeing 727, collides in mid-air with a Cessna 172 and crashes in San Diego, killing all 135 aboard Flight 182, both occupants of the Cessna, as well as seven people on the ground. 1981 – Belize joins the United Nations. 1983 – Thirty-eight IRA prisoners, armed with six handguns, hijack a prison meals lorry and smash their way out of the Maze Prison. 1985 – 3 civilians killed by alleged supporters of the Palestine Liberation Organization in Larnaca yacht killings. 1987 – Fijian Governor-General Penaia Ganilau is overthrown in a coup d'état led by Lieutenant colonel Sitiveni Rabuka. 1992 – NASA launches the Mars Observer. Eleven months later, the probe would fail while preparing for orbital insertion. 1997 – NASA launches Space Shuttle Atlantis on STS-86 to the Mir space station. 1998 – PauknAir Flight 4101, a British Aerospace 146, crashes near Melilla Airport in Melilla, Spain, killing 38 people. 2003 – The 8.3 Mw  Hokkaidō earthquake strikes just offshore Hokkaidō, Japan. 2018 – Bill Cosby is sentenced to three to ten years in prison for aggravated sexual assault.

[brendanelliswilliams]

A Reflection on Vocation (from My Personal and Gaelic Cultural Perspective) and a Little ‘PSA’ from Sabbatical Land

Those who know me well know that I have never been one to apologize for my somewhat complex (and, to many, alien) nature and vocation, or for the consequences thereof relating to social dynamics, relationships, and other ‘worldly’ or ordinary concerns, both mundane and otherwise. Notwithstanding, one of the things I’ve realized on the front end of my present writing sabbatical is that in the recent past I have given a bit too much ground in this regard to people who do not understand or appreciate the full scope and nature of what I’m here to do, and therefore do not fully value it or respect the boundaries that it necessarily places on the ways I am able to show up in the world. 

The reality is that there is a fairly limited set of possible ways I can navigate the world and still actually accomplish the work I am here to accomplish. Mary Oliver expressed this vocational conundrum beautifully when she wrote: ‘I am absentminded, reckless, heedless of social obligations, etc. It is as it must be. The tire goes flat, the tooth falls out, there will be a hundred meals without mustard. The poem gets written. I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame. Neither do I have guilt. My responsibility is not to the ordinary, or the timely….My loyalty is to the inner vision, whenever and howsoever it may arrive. If I have a meeting with you at three o’clock, rejoice if I am late. Rejoice even more if I do not arrive at all. There is no other way work of artistic worth can be done. And the occasional success, to the striver, is worth everything.’

Anyone who knows me well likewise knows that I want nothing more than for all beings to walk toward beauty and genuine wisdom, and to each fulfill their highest vocations (whatever those happen to be), more and more fully and to the greatest good and optimal freedom of all living creatures. And I have dedicated a large part of my life to assisting and equipping others toward those very ends, to the best of my humble ability. But in order to continue to do that work and feel like I am also fulfilling the other dimensions of my deepest vocation—what in native Gaelic thought we call dán, which means roughly ‘destiny’ (also, ‘vocational gift’, ‘skill’, ‘poetic art’), or, as I interpret it, the most deep-rooted, highest, and uniquely shaped telos of a given soul over an indefinite number of lifetimes—I also have to respect the necessary limits of my involvement with ordinary concerns; and that unfortunately sometimes means ignoring the mundane or (to my feeling) comparatively trivial concerns of other people, or the expectations they have projected onto me.

I have said it many times in different ways and in different contexts over the years, but I’ll say again here that it is neither accidental nor incidental that the shamanic functionary (the seer, oracle, healer, magician, lore-keeper) in a large number of ancient cultures was also a ‘wildman’ or ‘wildwoman’ figure who lived at the edge of the village and did not generally participate in the ordinary affairs of daily life in the society they served, at least not in the same way or to the same degree that others did. And in my culture (anciently) at least one group of the sacral functionaries of this general type were also poets and scholars. Poetic trance and utterance, divining, wisdom-keeping, storytelling, the offering of spiritual counsel, scholarship, and an additional host of ‘priestly’ and shamanistic functions were, in this vocational type, all deeply and inseparably intertwined.

We in the West today obviously no longer live in a world in which such things are understood, sanctioned, or supported, and yet there are at least a few of us around today who, for whatever reason, have been born here and now with a deep and abiding calling that fits this archaic vocational shape, and we have no choice but to do our best to live it out under these highly unfavorable circumstances. Believe me when I say it isn’t easy. To enter the necessary state of mind and spirit to really execute on this complex of work, and to do it to the highest possible standards (nothing less than which would be acceptable to me) requires a massive amount of time, space, energy, and intentionality—‘blood, sweat, and tears’ is not really an exaggeration. To remain in such a state in a sustained way, in order to produce real fruit from it, for the service of others as well as for the sake of the work itself (and to honor the ancestors and other spiritual realities from which it has descended), and to do so in a socio-cultural environment that is essentially hostile to it and negates it at every turn, is a herculean effort, and, to double up my Greek metaphors, can often also feel like a sisyphean task. But to do it or not to do it really isn’t a choice for those who are truly called to it—as is the case for those called to any creative or spiritual vocation that is understood and embraced and lived out to its fullest depth and potential.

Apropos of my most recent reflections on all this, a proverbial line I am feeling I need to re-draw in the sand with deeper dint as of this sabbatical time is around making any sort of apology for the reality of this mantle that fate (or providence, or the ancestors, or however you, dear reader, might wish to attribute such things) has placed on my shoulders, or giving in to a feeling—or an external pressure—which suggests that I should offer some kind of explanation to others regarding my need to eschew the kinds of ordinary concerns previously alluded to. In essence, either folks get it or they don’t, either they value and accept it or they don’t, and, to be perfectly frank, I ultimately can’t afford to care about which one it is; my work, to the extent that I honor and embody it, simply precludes such concerns.

Of course, none of this means at all that I don’t care deeply for people in general, or for their feelings; it simply means that the core of my work and calling in this life is—metaphorically, at very least—akin to a form of spirit-possession: it is totalizing and cannot be ignored or shuffled down in some sort of trivial list-making exercise (whether literal or figurative) as a priority of lesser or greater degree. It is absolute, and nothing comes before it—not even my own personal welfare (though I have made a concerted effort not to be overly reckless in this regard, as I was in my younger years).

While I will not be peeking my head up to say much publicly during this time (especially online), this felt like a reflection worth sharing in a public forum, to some extent for the benefit of my own processing, but, more than that, for the knowledge (and hopefully benefit) of those who have only come into my sphere of relationality in recent years, and may not really be acquainted with the deeper strata of my vocation and how I resultantly move in the world. ‘Clear is kind’, as the saying goes. And perhaps there are also others of a similar nature who might happen to encounter this little reflection and find some comfort or reassurance in knowing they are not alone.

To all those who are in my life, whether in a personal or professional capacity: I humbly invite you to discern, curate, and manage your expectations of this mad poet-seer in accord with the aforewritten. And, as always, I send my love and blessings—now from both the literal and figurative desert wilds. May you have peace, and may you always walk in wisdom and beauty.

[pupaulson]

Surviving in the World of Lies

“I will thank you forever, because you have done it. I will wait for your name, for it is good, in the presence of the godly” (Psa 52:9). Read Psalm 52:1—9. As we live in a world where lies and falsehood have a tight grip on its affairs, the Lord makes his people survive and thrive despite the moral pollution surrounding them. This psalm explains how the Lord handles the world that has sold out…

[liceouniversity01]

Navigating the World of Finance: A Guide to the College of Business and Accountancy

In today's society, one of the key paths to success is owning your own business, along with possessing the proper set of skills to run it effectively. With this, it is no surprise that many students are venturing into the world of finance and business to pursue their entrepreneurial ambitions. Undeniably, there are numerous advantages when students enroll into the College of Business and Accountancy. Doing so opens many doors for them in the corporate world and equips them with the management knowledge and skills for running a successful business.

Liceo de Cagayan University’s School of Business, Management and Accountancy offers Bachelor of Science in Management Accounting (BSMA) among other programs. The BSMA program provides enrollees with a foundation in general accounting for careers in management accounting. Moreover, this program adheres to the most current competency framework for professional accountants published by the International Federation of Accountants (IFAC). Graduates of this program are eligible for certifications granted by the Professional Regulatory Commission - Board of Accountancy (PRC-BOA) and other global professional organizations in the field.

Career Opportunities

There are numerous career opportunities for graduates of the BSMA program. Here’s a list of possible career opportunities based on seniority:

Entry-level positions

Public practice: Junior analyst and Consulting Staff

Commerce and industry: Cost Analyst, Investment Analyst, Management Accounting Staff, Tax Accounting Staff, Financial Analyst, Budget Analyst, Credit Analyst, and Cost Analyst

Government: State Accounting Examiner, NBI Agent, Treasury Agent, State Accounting, LGU Accountant, Revenue Officer, Audit Examiner, Budget Officer, and Financial Services Specialist

Education: Junior Accounting Instructor

Middle-level positions

Public practice: Senior Consulting Manager/Financial Advisory Manager

Commerce and industry: Controller/comptroller, Senior Information Systems Auditor, Senior Loan Officer, and Senior Budget Officer

Government: State Accountant V, Director III and Director IV, Government Accountancy and Audit, Financial Services Manager, Audit Services Manager, and Senior Auditor

Advanced positions

Public practice: Partner, Senior Partner, Senior Consultant/Financial Auditor

Commerce and industry: Finance Director/Chief Financial Officer, and Chief Information Officer

Government: National treasurer, Vice President for finance/CFO (for GOCCs), Commissioner, Associate Commissioner, Assistant Commissioner (COA, BIR, BOC)

Education: Vice President for Academic Affairs, Dean

Licensure Examination

For graduates aiming to attain a license after completing the program, here are the requirements for the Licensure Exam for Certified Public Accountants (LECPA) as set by the Professional Regulatory Commission:

NSO/PSA Birth Certificate

NSO/PSA Marriage Contract (for married female applicants)

Transcript of Records with scanned picture and Remarks “For Board Examination Purposes”

Valid NBI Clearance

Conditioned/Removal Examination - to be taken within two years from the date of examination

Payment: P900.00 - complete

P450.00 - conditioned/removal

Meanwhile, test takers who do not pass the LECPA can enroll in an Accounting Refresher Course available at various review centers throughout the Philippines.

Conclusion

The College of Business and Accountancy opens numerous doors for aspiring professionals in the field. In addition to that, enrolled students have the opportunity to participate in Liceo de Cagayan's student assemblies and gatherings. Apart from receiving a quality education, students immerse themselves in extracurricular activities with their peers, expanding their networks, joining clubs and student organizations, and much more.

Read more about our School of Business, Management and Accountancy programs here.

[jakethesequel]

Before Banting, diabetes was a death sentence. You would die of this. The "best" treatment, prolonging your painful life to a year or so instead of a few months, was to go on a starvation diet. Eat no carbs eat no sugars, so you die a slower death instead of going into acute hyperglycemia and dying from dehydration as your body tries desperately to pass the extra sugars out through urine; maybe giving you the time to say goodbye to your loved ones and get your final affairs in order. You would be starving, every cell of your body begging for food but no it's stuck in your blood with no insulin to deliver it. Eventually your body would start breaking down your fats for the stored energy so it could keep the most critical organs fed. Then it begins to eat away at the muscles and anything else it can spare. It even starts to degrade the bones thanks to acid buildup. That's diabetic ketoacidosis. This is also why you should be skeptical of "keto" diets: don't starve yourself for weight loss please. Then, eventually, your blood is too filled with sugar and ketone-body acids that your brain can't take the pressure and quits.

Insulin was first used to treat diabetes in 1922. One hundred and one years ago. 101 years is the span of time in which (type 1) diabetes was not inherently a death sentence. In many parts of the world it still is, as healthcare isn't available or quick enough to identify and treat newly diabetic children before they succumb to hyperglycemia and DKA. Even where it is treated initially, people often die from complications, or just from not having money or easy enough access to meds. It's in the top ten cause of death in the US, which is crazy for a disease that should be fully survivable with treatment. It's just after heart disease, cancer, COVID, all accidents, stroke, respiratory illnesses, and Alzheimer's, #8. And diabetes also puts you in greater risk of dying from those! I feel like it's an often forgotten illness despite it's prevalence and danger, since it's usually an invisible illness. I've even had people argue with me that it's not a disability because you can't tell anything's wrong me with (as long as treatment is going unrealistically perfectly)! So this is just like. A PSA I guess. That this shit can be really awful sometimes.

The worst part about high blood sugar is how you can be so fucking hungry because your flesh needs fuel but your blood is hoarding it all. But you can't eat because your blood will hoard even more and make you frow up.

[kjeragwarlord]

Cold Calculated Comradery (MAIN VERSE)

War is a Business Venture (FATE)

My Bloodline is NOT that desperate Doctor (CRACK) 

My co workers are misfits (DASH COMMENTARY) 

Orders from the Chief (ANSWERED) 

I Actually have nine bastard children (OUT OF CHARACTER )

World Affairs (PSA)

Day Dreams (PLOT IDEAS)

Manufacturing Catalogs (RESOURCES)

[amerrierworld]

Such a Messy Affair

this is not a request it’s just me getting this idea out of my head bc I literally can’t stop thinking about Lady D and I can’t get any other work done unless I finish it so here ya go, surprise fic!

Summary: Letting Alcina drink your blood is... messy to say the least

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,896

Warnings: vampire sssssssssmuttttttt, bath sex, biting, blood drinking, blood kink (you know how it is), possessive!Alcina but she is a softie. PSA: don’t do this in real life I beg you

Offering your own blood for your monstrous lover instead of her cutting through the servants like butter seemed an easy solution at first. You figured, with her pristine and noble behaviour, it’d be a quick and simple activity to do every couple days or weeks. She’d let you recover, eat some food, and maybe spend some time ravishing you while you rested on the bed. That sounded nice.

And sometimes it was like that. Sometimes it was a couple of drops, and she was fine. Sometimes you could still stand afterwards, and there was only a dull throb in your neck for a few hours.

But you hadn’t realized what your offer really meant. You hadn’t exactly seen how Alcina would feed on anyone else, and thus you weren’t prepared for one of the first times where she really, desperately, needed to feed.

It was late one night, and though Alcina barely ever slept, she would always come see you and spend time with you even if it meant she wouldn’t stay to slumber by your side. She had been out and about with her daughters, and when she got back she spent more time in the wine cellar than usual. 

You were waiting up for her patiently, but your mortal body didn’t like that, and you had almost drifted off to sleep when the door slammed open. Alcina looked pale, nearly sweaty, and downright feral as she stared at you from the doorway. You knew immediately that she was hungry.

You had barely offered her to drink your blood when she had stumbled into the bedroom, golden eyes flashing red, and you were pushed back onto the mattress, her whole body covering yours in a flash.

You squeaked in surprise as she tugged the collar of your shirt down, smoothing your skin with a trembling hand before pressing her fangs into the tender flesh without hesitation. Before, she’d stab you just a little, leaving a surface level cut, and then suck the wound. This time, she pushed even deeper, mouth growling and moaning against your skin. Your head swam as you felt her draining you.

Then she pulled away, suddenly, and the deep puncture wounds kept oozing blood. Usually, she’d spend her sweet time licking up the last few red streaks, but something told you she wasn’t interested in that tonight.

She yanked the shirt even further down, ripping the fabric, and then her teeth sank into your upper arm, taking you by surprise. A sharp ‘oh!’ escaped you, and Alcina grunted in approval at the sound. Your fingers twitched as they started to feel tingly and she managed to compose herself enough to pull away before your arm dried up and fell off entirely.

She straddled your legs as she sat up, chin smeared with blood and resembling her daughters more than usual. You knew she didn’t place all of her weight on you, because otherwise you would definitely die by being crushed. Instead, you felt her presence on you, a comforting heaviness that made your heart and mind woozy. 

Alcina tugged off her gloves with her snarling teeth, and grabbed your waist, shuffling down to your middle and biting right through the fabric of your shirt just above your hip. 

Her hands gripped your thighs, keeping them still, reminiscent of how she’d pin you down when she fucked you with her tongue, and you couldn’t help but squirm as something warm that wasn’t blood flooded your core. 

Warm blood kept trickling down your neck and soaking the fine silken sheets underneath, but you were both too far gone to notice it. She didn’t drink as much from this wound as the other two, sucking lightly and laving her tongue over your heated skin, and now you really were turned on.

Your hand grabbed at her curled and styled hair, pushing through the dark locks to hold her head as you whined. You would have lifted your head to look at her, to see those hungry eyes stare at you, but you thought a movement that simple would still definitely make you pass out at this point.

You whined in protest as she pulled away, releasing your body, shuffling off of your legs. You heard her heavy breathing, saw her tall shadow in the dim firelight, and knew that in a few moments, the well-mannered, sultry-voiced matriarch would come back to you.

You were sticky down below, nearly embarrassingly so. You weren’t wearing pants, and your underwear was soaked, though now it seemed it wasn’t just the  arousal that was staining it. 

You raised a hand to your neck, tracing the sensitive and abused skin and pulling away to find streaks of blood along your fingers.

“Oh.. my..” you heard Alcina breathe, “I believe I have turned you into a bit of a massacre, dear one.”

You chuckled weakly, head spinning from blood loss and arousal, and you wished you had the strength to get up and fuck Alcina yourself, but your consciousness was slipping.

“I have to clean you up,” your lover began, hovering over you once more, tender hands reaching to hold you.

You shook your head, “n-no.. don’t have the strength..”

Alcina hesitated, but saw your eyes glossing over, and relented.

“At least let me stop the bleeding,” she murmured. You nodded, and barely registered her pressing fabric or bandages of some kind to all three wounds.

“Oh, I’ve really pushed you this time, didn’t I, sweet girl?” Alcina muttered apologetically as you laid there, limp and nearly asleep. You managed a near-drunken smile and raised your hands to beckon her closer, to hold you.

“Hmm.. don’t mind,” you replied. Her body dipped onto the mattress, tutting at the blood stains, and quickly removed her expensive dress so that you came in contact with glorious, soft and pale skin as she cuddled you. “Sleep?”

“Sleep,” Alcina agreed, and you drifted off.

-

When you woke up, the world was a little clearer again, and you felt refreshed. You still felt somewhat empty, and weak, but not as bad as before. You were still in the bed, and still covered in dried up blood, but the sheets were changed and you were lying on a large towel to catch any other drips.

“I was going to clean you up while you were sleeping, but I feared I’d hurt you,” Alcina said softly. You saw her sitting at the vanity, in a white silken bathrobe, brushing through her hair. 

You sat up slowly, peeling the bandages off of you. The holes had closed up, and there seemed to be no infection, much to your relief.

“I must apologize, I don’t know what came over me,” Alcina said, watching as you inspected the wounds, “I just... I needed...”

“It’s alright,” you said, meeting her eyes with a sweet smile, “you haven’t eaten in a while, and you seemed to be so drained that.. well, I can’t expect you to not be.. ravenous once in a while.”

“Hmm,” Alcina sighed, tapping her fingers on her desk as a servant came in with a platter of food. She helped you sit up and placed it over your lap.

“Eat, my pet,” Alcina said once you were alone again, “you need your strength.”

“You’re not still hungry, are you?” you asked as you dug into the bread and meats you had in front of you.

“No, no,” she waved her hand in dismissal. Then, after a pause, “at least not for your blood, sweetling.”

You nearly choked on your food at the dark tone her voice had suddenly taken on. She stood up and sauntered over to the bed, her robe loosening enough so you could see more of her ample cleavage, but still left you craving more.

She sat down next to you, inspected your body, and her nostrils flared as she looked over the dried blood staining your skin. You kept nibbling on some bread, knowing you face must be flushed.

“You reacted... differently, than how you normally do when I drink from you,” she murmured, her low voice making you tremble. She had impeccable smell, and you knew she would have been able to sense your arousal when she had pinned you down and feasted on you.

You blushed, but managed to say, “you were very... insistent. Like how you are when we’re in bed, and I guess my body just...” you lifted a shoulder and shrugged to finish your sentence.

Alcina tilted her head in thought, and a wide, gorgeous grin took over her face, making you tremble underneath her gaze.

“I’ve had a bath drawn,” she said, switching the topic suddenly. “Let me clean you up? Please?”

You nodded before you even realized it, and she tugged you away from your meal, lifting you in her arms before heading into the bathroom. 

She let you undress yourself, slipped off her robe and stepped into the bath, a loud, pleasured groan escaping her as the hot water surrounded her. You blushed, and hurried after her.

Getting into the bath was a workout in itself. You had to hoist yourself up and climb over the edge quite unceremoniously. Alcina caught you before you submerged into the water and let you climb into her lap.

Her finely manicured nails scratched along your scalp, helping ease the tension and making you sigh contently, leaning forward and letting your head drop on the tops of her breasts. A deep chuckle from her vibrated through you, and some of the water around you rippled with the motion. 

One of the puncture wounds on your neck had opened up again, oozing a little blood. You only noticed because Alcina had pounced on it with her wicked tongue before you could react.

“I can always smell you so clearly when you’re in the bath with me,” she grunted, “every part of you. Your blood, sweat.. and arousal.”

You whined as her hands wrapped around you tightly, her mouth pressed against your neck. Your back arched, head tipping back, and you grabbed at her hair, now wet and silky from the water. 

The blood was already washing off of you from the water alone, but Alcina kept her promise and grabbed some soap and a washcloth, rubbing along your body. Your eyes fluttered, your hips bucked, and you felt like drowning in her touch.

The blood was gone quickly, and the wounds didn’t threaten to drain you dry anymore, but Alcina kept washing your body with a gentle touch. She lowered her head to your neck again, this time pressing soft kisses until you trembled.

Determined not to let her have her way entirely, you yanked sharply at the dark tresses in her hair. You knew how sensitive she was along her scalp, and how much she enjoyed it when you pulled. Her head shot up in surprise and a strained gasp escaped her mouth. 

You took the opportunity and lunged forward to kiss her on her lips, slipping your tongue inside with a vengeance.

A hand slid between your wet bodies and cupped your sex without hesitation, and you squealed, your legs locking at the sudden pressure.

Alcina began gently rubbing along your slit, the palm of her hand pressing into your clit, and you held onto her for dear life, gasping raggedly.

“Tell me how it made you feel, dear,” she hissed, “when I feasted on you, when I needed you.”

You squirmed, arched your back, bit your lip and whined as her fingers pressed a little harder, threatening to slip inside but not quite.

“I-I felt..” you began, gasping as her long tongue stroked up your neck to behind your ear. 

“I felt.. like I was floating,” you tried again, “like I was swimming in.. in air, and- and you were the only thing grounding me.”

“Oh?” there was a teasing and light-hearted tone in Alcina’s voice, but her grip tightened and you knew she was enjoying this.

“W-with your hands..” you sighed, pleasure clouding your mind, “so strong and holding me down, so I wouldn’t float up all the way to space.. keeping m-me where I- where I belong. In our bed, in.. in your arms.”

Alcina snarled with lust, and pushed inside your cunt with three unforgiving fingers. You cried out, nearly screamed, as she began thrusting relentlessly. The water was already brimming the edge of the tub, and now it was spilling onto the bathroom floor with loud sloshes. You could barely hold on as you clung to Alcina’s neck, letting her one hand fuck you and the other grab your waist as  she bounced you in her hold, because you couldn’t find purchase for you feet to move yourself.

She fucked you until you nearly blacked out, the rough pace and your still-sluggish brain making you limp in her grip. All you could do was whine and plead, kissing her neck, her jaw, anywhere you could reach. 

With a sharp jab and a curl of her fingertips you came, unabashedly, all over her hand. You couldn’t smell your arousal over the flowery bath oils, but you knew she could, and her breathing was ragged in your ear as she slowly stroked your inner walls, feeling you clench around her.

You could barely catch your breath before her mouth was on yours, hard and sloppy, and you knew she needed release as soon as possible. But it was a bit difficult with the current position you were in. Going down on her would surely end in drowning and your arms were not long enough to reach under the water between her legs. 

“Alcina..” you whispered, making her golden eyes focus on you intently. You snuggled a little closer, kissed her chest and practically climbed up her body to meet her gaze.

“Will you... will you touch yourself for me?” you asked, voice timid. Alcina stared into your eyes a moment, and you pressed on, “I wanna see you come undone. Like this. A-and I can’t.. you know.. reach.”

That made her smile a bit, and you brimmed with glee at the sight. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand dipped underneath the water. First her fingertips would rub against her clit, you knew. They’d tease against the hood and her lips until she was riled up. 

You wouldn’t be able to see through the bubbles and water down below, so you kept your gaze on her face. Watched the small lines that formed between her brows as they furrowed in concentration. Her eyelashes fluttering as she pressed a little harder, her lips parting a bit more as she breathed a little deeper.

You bit your own lip, and felt your cunt pulse at the sight. You knew then, when she was hot and squirming, she would ease the hood back and press directly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, making short, quick motions with her fingers until her hips began rocking.

You had seen it all, had delved between her legs with abandon, had used your hands until they ached, and your jaw until you felt numb. But this.. seeing her come undone, seeing it in her eyes and face.. It made you burst with love and lust.

“That’s it..” you urged as the water began sloshing again, and she began working the whole of her arm, “you look so beautiful, Alcina.”

She groaned deeply, head tipping back, revealing a creamy neck that begged to be sucked. If this was how she felt when seeing your throat, you could understand why she had barely any control when feeding from you.

“I’m yours,” you whispered as you leaned forward, kissing her chin and going down her neck, “only yours. I wanna watch you come, so badly, mistress.”

“Fuck.”

You smiled, looked up at her, and kept going, “to know that I make you feel like this.. I really am the luckiest human in the world, hm?”

“O-oh, little one,” she whined, bucking her hips, nearly throwing you out of the bath. You wondered how many fingers she had inside herself.

“Will you come for me?” you asked, sweetly, “will you come for your pet?”

“I just wanna make you feel good,” you purred, losing yourself in your train of thought as you pressed your face in her neck, “I just wanna be of service to you, my lady. Wanna please you.”

With a loud cry that was a borderline roar, Alcina’s arm tensed, fingers rubbing vigorously, and her hips raised out of the water and locked. You were raised out of the water too, and held on for dear life as tremors overtook her body.

You leaned forward and kissed her as she gasped and thrashed about. One of her hands grabbed the back of yoru head and pushed you as close to her as possible.

“Love you,” you mumbled as she fell back in the water again, her arm going limp, “love you more than anything.”

Her chuckle made your head spin, and her hands trailed up and down your back, like they did when washing you. She was still breathing heavily, but the lust and hunger in her was finally sated.

“You’re perfect, sweetling,” she whispered, raising your hands to her mouth and kissing along your palm. You instantly cupped her face and swiped your thumb along her cheekbone.

“The perfect little pet,” she sighed.

A/N: i saw a head canon somewhere that Alcina has a loyalty kink? Yeah I agree :) let me know if you like it~

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psa: where i’ve been.

ooc. hellooo. this is a long over due update on things going on. some of you probably noticed that i’m just simply not active right now. my queue is running out and my desire to write is simply not there. this isn’t a bad thing though!

i go through these periods of time where I want nothing to do with writing or my muses. I’m currently in one of those periods. I think for most people it’s a bad thing, but often times for me it’s actually a good thing.

writing is my coping mechanism when things become stressful. i disassociated from the major problems in my life with writing and have done so for as long as i can remember. in the last few months not only have i gotten more balanced on my ADHD medication, but disconnecting from writing and tumblr has had a fantastic affect on my mental health in other ways as well. 

the bad. Over the last few months, while things have been incredibly stressful and hard, I can confidently say that I’ve handled things very well. For those who don’t know, exactly a week ago my family and I had to put down my childhood dog, Ginger. She was 13 and dying of a tumor on her spleen. She died with all 4 of us around her (a miracle considering my sister lives 2 hours away and just happened to be visiting for 2 days). She went peacefully and was very ready to go after a full life of being adored by us all. I’m handling it well, despite my sadness, knowing that death is just something that happens and happens a lot –– especially with animals. 

the good. But in other news, my stress with Sassy has begun to plateau. Be it the medication or simply finding that I am enjoying being an owner of a Special Needs and incredibly brave and strong horse again is yet to be decided lol. Regardless, I feel a surge of desire to be with her as often as possible, even missing her just hours after having spent 2 hours at a time with her. Her weight is being better managed as we’ve found something that seems to be working with her weight that she can do long term WITHOUT affecting her symptoms of her severe Cushings disease. This is a huge win for us after a battle to keep her weight on for almost 3 years. 

I’ve also found incredible value, pride, and happiness in my job over these last few months. I feel valued and appreciated and I’ve actually secured a permanent position with them –– something that is relatively impossible in my line of work. I work for a Tribunal who’s funding depends highly on the political party running it. Being on term/contract employment for the last 3 years has caused undue stress as every 6 months it was possible there would be no funding to keep me on –– no matter how much they wanted to. I am the first employee in the National Division I work for on Refugee affairs in about 5 years to be given a permanent position. What’s even better is that I’ve never enjoyed my job more than right now. I am the lead on a National Project which assists in providing Refugees Access to Justice. It’s a small step in the direction of assisting people –– something I’ve wanted to do since I was very little –– and it feels amazing to have this job and be referred to so glowingly by the people who’ve worked with me for 3 and a half years. 

what happens now? well, simply put, I’m more connected to the world outside of my screen at the moment. This is something that happens rarely and when it does I try and spend as much time living this way as I possibly can. In other words, I’m officially on a bit of a hiatus until I find the desire and want to be writing and creating again. This isn’t a bad thing, this is a good thing and I really do not want people to fret about me. 

where can you find me? discord is your best bet as that’s what i feel comfortable sharing to all my followers: ✧･ﾟbrei.#8843 

those I’m close with are welcome to have my instagram as well, though I don’t post much on it, I’m in DMs and doing things on there a bunch. 

To those who I haven’t spoken to in a while who I normally do; apologies! I’m rooted in other things right now, but I love you and think about you often. while I may not be in the mood to talk about character, RP, or muse related things at the moment, I love talking to you all and would love if you would share about your life with me. I’ll try and do the same to my mutuals who are receptive to this, but i know many people would rather keep conversations to the creative and struggle to want to talk to people about their every day lives when for so much of us the creative is an escape from it. 

I love you guys! and you certainly haven’t seen the last of me. i’ll return to this blog when the inspiration strikes me!

- Brei (June 15 2022)