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kestrelmando · 1 month ago

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I'm back with more LADs lore predictions 🤔

1. Miss Hunter's origins as a celestial being made into a humanoid form --

By the game's definition, protocores are; dropped by Wanderers once they are killed and carry celestial energy that can be harnessed for many applications.

We've seen several specific protocores:

A. The Creatio protocore, during Zayne's Foreseer myth. This protocore is said to contain Astra's power and Zayne says "Astra's power is yours to wield" after Miss Hunter absorbs it. Interestingly, he also mentions prior in the myth that her heart condition stems from "resonance with it" and that the Creatio protocore was growing stronger by "draining away" Miss Hunter's life.

B. The specific protocore Xavier searched for and found during his time on Philos. I don't believe it's ever named. I'm not convinced this wasn't Miss Hunter being vague and telling Xavier a cure existed to give him hope so I don't really include this one.

C. Destructio, I'm not sure this was ever confirmed as a protocore but I'm making an assumption here. The "energy" of Miss Hunter from Caleb's myth as A-01.

D. Construo, same as above I am assuming this is a protocore. The "energy" of Caleb as X-02 in his myth. Interestingly, A-01 and X-02 appear to be able to switch these energies -- creation and destruction are two sides of the same coin. I think there are meant to be one protocore. Perhaps this a situation where Miss Hunter has one half of it and Caleb the other.

E. The Spatium core, spatium literally meaning space or displacement or even the distance between two points. In the story, it's been used to influence spaces and create new ones.

F. Special shoutout to the Aether core class, a rare fragment or complete crystal filled with celestial energy. Aether meaning the sky, the dominion of the gods (assuming they are using the mythical definition) and the god of light. A complete Aether core has its own energy shield to protect it. Aether cores come from "the very core of the cosmos". For a long time, I assumed Sylus's eye contained half of Miss Hunter's Aether core and that was why it's unstable. But Zayne says "the energy in your heart has always been stable" and that it "forms a shield when attacked". Miss Hunter's Aether core is in one, complete piece.

G. The Origo core, recently introduced in Death and Rebirth. It descends from the cosmos and finds (seeks out?) dying planets. Then a "tiny protocore" is born from destruction after a planet "collapses inward". and dies. This introduces a chicken and egg problem for me: was there an origin Origo core? Or a planet must die for one to be produced? Was the cosmos made from THE Origo core? If so, how was the very first one produced? By who/what?

SO - Miss Hunter? The game keeps making a point to inform us that it is time AND space that is being altered/bent.

She appears to be based on the Greek Gaia or the Egyptian Nut.

Nut is summarized as the goddess of the sky, stars, the cosmos, mothers, astronomy, and the universe.

Gaia is summarized as the Earth personified, the mother of all life.

She will likely be a combo of the two inspiration wise, given that there supposedly more planets in Deepspace besides Earth.

She travels the universe, comes upon/looks for dying planets and plants a seed of herself in the planet's core. This seed is an Origo core and is powered by her essence. The Origo core builds a new planet and eventually the Origo core houses itself in a human/humanoid personification of her.

These human seeds become our Beloved Bride, Sea Witch, A-01, Thief, the Master of Fate's companion, Knight, Queen, Dragon, and Gladiator. I still maintain my earlier stance that these lives do not intersect nor happen on the same planet or timelime since Miss Hunter's Origo powers allow her to part time and space.

Overall, I think she will be a mix of various mythologies.

Astra seems to have a particular grudge against Miss Hunter, her being part of a pantheon would make sense. Something clearly happened between her and Astra. He seems to be following her across time and space, even if he isn't named explicitly.

In the end? My money is that she is the goddess of life and free will while Astra is the god of death and fate -- two sides of the same coin, locked in an unending battle. I still maintain Astra is the big bad. And what makes her immortal is the Origo protocore.

2. Miss Hunter's latest iteration --

If indeed Miss Hunter seeded all the planets that would presumably include Earth. So is our Miss Hunter a seed that has been on Earth for millenia and recently awakened? I'm not so sure.

I realize this is Zayne and his mystery mission to the Arctic, but the imagery makes me wonder if there IS a Miss Hunter for Dawnbreaker, the OG Earth seed, but she is trapped somewhere by Astra or somehow dormant....perhaps stuck in the Arctic in a different time/space pocket?

In short, I think our latest iteration of Miss Hunter is the gladiator version of her with Sylus. They agree to run away together and something happens to split them up. I believe this is where Sylus ends up in the time space prison and Miss Hunter?

The Deepspace Tunnel being described as "vast" is interesting. It feels like the Temporal Loom from Loki. There is one Deepspace Tunnel, and everything branches from it. Deepspace Tunnel = an Olympus of sorts in the middle/a pocket removed from time and space?

She falls through the Deepspace Tunnel to Earth. If she can manipulate time and space, as it appears she can, she could be falling through multiple times/spaces of the Deepspace Tunnel and "jumping" in her distress.

But our Miss Hunter has protocore syndrome and lacks the power she's supposed to have? The Deepspace Tunnel tore them from her during her fall and they fell from her as protocores. She doesn't have a weak heart -- she's incomplete. The specific, named protocores are easily and "accidentally" absorbed by her because they belong to her, they are pieces of her.

She's going to be weak and unstable until she is complete. She's gotta pull a Thanos and collect them things!

And when she does? Along with sorting thru her memories? She's gonna be scary.

3. But wait -- what about her weak heart in the myths with boys?

This circles back to she can manipulate time and space -- perhaps the Deepspace Tunnel was originally her means of travel and something went wrong? Altered by Astra? Either way, she appears to be incomplete in some (all?) of the myths as well. Her heart with Xavier and Foreseer Zayne, something is "wrong" with her power with Master of Fate Zayne, etc.

If the Goddess version of her is where all the seed versions of her draw their power from, is something wrong with the Goddess and that's why her seeds are weak?

It also occurs to me the boys could have pieces of her as well from their origins and that explains the inexorable draw to each other. Their choice to fall in love but the type of locked eyes with a stranger in a crowded room and can't look away draw.

Or perhaps the boys are celestial bodies as well, I did see a theory to support this (would love to credit the original person who thought that one up, please let me know) on various platforms -- Miss Hunter seeds the planet and becomes intertwined with it.

I think that's all for now 😅😆🤣🤣🤣

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strwbrychffoncke · 7 months ago

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"the most wonderful time of the year,, 1.2k words synopsis: you decide to surprise a certain doctor when your mission wraps up earlier than expected; quality time in the form of decorating takes place contains: lads greyson x reader (not lads mc but reader is a hunter!) ,v fluffy ,maybe ooc greyson (using what little screentime he has + characterization through others) , ,playful teasing/back n forths ,kisses ,hugs ,domestic feel(?) ,soft makeout ,he carries you ,ending might be suggestive (but doesnt have to be interpreted that way lol) ,thats mostly it :x note: (mostly edited! pls bare w me!) this one was simultaneously easy and difficult. the idea was there but w what little screentime greyson had i had to draw up character aspects from thin air sigh... i think it came out well? at some point i tried capturing the "warm, home-y" type feel that something like the holidays seems to bring w it so hopefully its conveyed well?

upon entering his home late in the evening, greyson notices a couple of things.

one, he absolutely did not leave music playing when he left, and certainly not the festive classics who's notes float their way towards the entrance, seemingly coming from the living room.

two, the boxes littering just at the end of the walkway were not there when he left for work this morning.

and three...

the special guest humming along to the music and scurrying around the living area was not expected for another day or so.

he haphazardly shrugs off his coat in realization, speedwalking down the short path towards the destination that would lead to you.

he was eager to hold you in his arms again, unable to stand another moment without you when you were right there.

. . .

upon finishing your two week-long mission earlier than expected, you managed to contain the excitement from telling your boyfriend or stopping by akso hospital (you did have some minor cuts and bruises, but figured it was too little to have greyson fuss over, thinking he likely had more important matters to deal with), instead settling to surprise him at his place when he got off of work.

though, when you got there in the early evening, the lack of decorations and the sight of a bare tree were too much for you to leave alone, deciding to dig around for any decorations you could find, and embellish the place while you waited for him.

. . .

something new you learned about greyson today: he had quite the amount of festive decorations.

you're looking around at the containers of decorations and ornaments you have out, checking to see that you have everything you might need when you're engulfed by a sudden weight.

you startle for a moment, not properly registering who it is before you both are quickly falling towards the ground.

in his excitement (and slight miscalculation of the actual distance between you two), greyson practically crashes into you.

in a split second, you're engulfed in his arms as he twists his body while tugging you, falling on his back with a small oof while cushioning your landing as you plop down right on top of him.

"g-greyson??!"

"sorry! are you alright?"

he's gripping your waist securely, looking up at you, automatically checking over you for any injuries.

you shake your head, hands on his chest, pushing yourself up slightly.

"i'm okay... what about you?? what was that?"

after assuring you're alright, he smiles.

"you didn't tell me you were back already. can you blame me for being a little excited?"

you let out a laugh, crawling off of him before offering a hand to pull you both to your feet, a sheepish smile overtaking your features.

"i wanted to surprise you, hehe... seems like it worked?"

"it definitely surprised me," he cups your face in his hands, and you instinctually nuzzle further into his warm hold.

"i missed you."

his voice is a little quieter, his honesty shooting straight to your heart, eyes shining up at him.

he doesnt let you respond, closing the distance and meeting your lips in a sweet kiss. your arms wind their way around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

after all, you missed him just as much, if not moreso.

after a minute the need for breath becomes too strong. you break the kiss first, eyes fluttering open, a quiet laugh escaping you as you watch greyson's lips chase yours for a moment before pulling back to look up at him, arms still around his neck. his eyes are bright as he looks back at you, thumbs caressing the sides of your face.

a playful look takes over your gaze before you speak.

"but you know, who knew the doctor greyson had so many christmas decorations?" you tilt your head, exaggerated surprise lacing your tone.

"even more, for someone who seems to like christmas so much, your tree is just depressing! so little time until christmas and the tree is as bare as it was when i left?"

you slip a hand from his neck to poke his cheek.

"for shame, doctor greyson" you finish, pouting playfully and shaking your head lightly.

a deep rumble escapes his chest at your teasing, gaze shining with mirth.

"well, you know how it is at the hospital," he moves in close again suddenly, noses centimeters from touching.

"and what can i say? i missed a certain hunter too much while she was away. how can i bring myself to decorate the tree myself knowing its your favorite part of the holiday?"

he pecks your lips, much shorter than the last before pulling back and booping your nose.

you feel your face warm at his honesty, gaze shyly darting to the side.

"w-well, in that case... would you like to help me?"

a bright smile overtakes his charming features.

"would i?"

you and greyson spend the next while sorting through the ornaments in the containers, thinking of a color scheme before deciding which ornaments to place and where.

"this one is too cute! let's put it in the center-"

"doesn't this one look better?"

"doctor greyson, i had no idea you had such a knack for decorating!"

"i'm not so sure id say that..."

playful conversation fills the living room, the music a quiet hum in the background as you both carefully assess and hang each ornament in place.

"oh! i brought some candy canes too, let me go find them~"

you scurry off to the kitchen, swiftly returning with a couple of boxes.

greyson's eyes widen at the treats in your arms.

"darling, i'm not so sure you know what the word 'some' means..."

you playfully gasp.

"well, i made sure to get the ones that you like and the ones that i like. plus, they were on sale!"

"you know I'm not picky..." he shakes his head, "but thank you for thinking of me."

you open the boxes before you respond plainly.

"im always thinking of you."

greyson's cheeks color a pretty shade of pink as he feels his heart skip a beat. he's not even sure if you've realized what you said, working to free the candy cane's from their confines before you hand him his.

what is he going to do with you? he thinks.

. . .

candy cane's in hand, you inspect the tree for a moment.

"do you think they'll all fit...?"

"i'm sure they will- there's still a considerable amount of space. see?" he says, placing one closer to the top.

"pfft, you only say that because you're so tall."

"i can always help you up here, too" he offers.

you ponder for a moment.

"if i can't find anymore space down here, i'll let you know."

he giggles, nodding.

"sure."

(you did end up taking greyson up on his offer, and he gratefully lifted you up to place your remaining candy canes closer to the top of the tree. when he gently placed you back down, you wondered aloud how you would get them down later, to which he replied "you'll just have to ask me, of course!" a little too proudly, but given your sweet tooth, you know he'll have the full-power to deny you of fulfilling your craving when the time comes. you couldnt help but shudder at the thought).

in just a couple of minutes, when every ornament and candy cane is hanging in place, you take a step back to admire your masterpiece, pausing before a question bubbles up.

"do you think the candy canes throw off the color scheme?"

greyson backs up to where you are, looking at the tree for a few moments before answering.

"nope. if anything, it gives it even more character, don't you think?" he shoots back, gaze wandering to you.

"yeah, you're right," you look back up at him. "and we did it together," you smile gratefully.

together.

yes, you did this together.

he nods before suddenly closing the distance in one step, engulfing you in a warm hug.

"greyson?"

"can we stay like this for a bit?"

you wrap your arms back around him, returning his loving embrace, breathing in his scent.

"of course."

he was so grateful to have you to spend christmas with, excited to do whatever you wished so long as you were both doing it together.

arms still secure around you, he pulls back enough to take a look at your face. you look up in question, parting your lips to speak before he dives down, silencing any words with the answer of his kiss, both your eyes slipping shut as your lips easily melt into his, returning the love and yearning he's pouring into them.

neither of you keep track of how much time passes like this, christmas tree lights twinkling on your silhouettes as it casts embracing shadows on the wall, festive music a gentle ambiance in the otherwise silence that engulfs the space, hearts laid out for each other in a soft warmth, words unnecessary in the loving gestures that you share.

extra.

you place a hand on his chest, pausing him from diving back in as you lift a hand to cover your mouth, letting out a yawn.

greyson's eyes crinkle.

"are you tired?"

"i guess so," you lower your hand. "what time is it?" you reach for your phone, but greyson is quicker, reading the time from his watch.

"its... 11 pm?"

greyson almost laughs at the way your eyes shoot open in surprise.

"what??! i didn't realize how much time had passed..."

"should we get ready for bed then?"

you give a sleepy nod before you're startled again as you feel yourself being lifted up.

"greyson?!??"

he hums in acknowledgement, making his way towards the bedroom.

"what are you-"

"my lovely miss hunter is tired, so im carrying her to bed," he states matter-of-factly. "is that a problem?"

"no its just..."

his gaze is soft at your sudden shyness, pushing the door open with his shoulder.

"you deserve some good rest for all of your hard work," he speaks quieter, placing you gently on the bed. "allow me to spoil you, miss hunter."

and spoil you he did. you think this is the best sleep you've gotten in the almost fourteen days you'd been away from him. how ever did you manage that long without him, you aren't even sure yourself.

a/n: had to keep replaying greyson voicelines in my head n read it in the dialogue i looooove his deep voice heheheh dr greyson marry me ? i wanna write for him more he's soooooo cute yet attractive at the same time?? i<3 him i can only hope i did him justice sigh

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moodygirlzz · 2 months ago

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Aight imma nerd out real quick hope you don't mind but I found your account randomly in reblogs and quickly got obsessed. I probably read through all of your stuff in less than an hour, and it got me wondering... Why? I've recently had trouble reading for fun, nothing really caught the eye and nothing captured that spark of interest until I stumbled across your short stories and extended scenarios. So again, what's different, what's special?

You're giant characters, feel big... Which seems 'yeah, duh' especially for the niche but you really do it fuckin well. Your giants command a presence that really drives home their size, you describe their movements actions and appearances in such a way that truly awes the reader. That's the allure of what I've read from you, the awe and spectacle that I haven't felt since I discovered that g/t was a thing and that people write for it. I adore how you write the big lads and it's a breath of fresh air.

Thank you!!!! I love to hear this! sorry took me ages to respond still figuring tumblr out. I think I just zero in on the small details you probably wouldn’t notice if you were regular size. Like if you were small you’d notice the muscles moving under skin, how skin moves over bone. How that would sound and feel so physically and emotionally overwhelming being so small! How words or a hum become completely physical and almost otherworldly??

I don’t know I do like writing just quiet moments, something real, not having something dramatic always happening if that makes sense. Like realistic moments. A weird blend of fear and wonder where the character knows they’re likely not safe even in soft moments but also can’t look away.

Hope that was a good response ☺️ so happy rn !

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lathalea · 2 years ago

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The Shrieking Monster

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ This is a gift for @babe-bombadil as part of the @whiteoliphaunt 2023 exchange. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Happy New Year everyone! 🥳

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield & Dis & little Fili & Kili Rating: G Warnings: family fluff Author's notes: A story set in the Blue Mountains about Thorin trying to be both a ruler and a good uncle at once. Young Fili and Kili are making it a tad difficult in their own cute way. Special thanks to @naryaflame for your linguistic help with a name :) If you prefer, you can read this fic on AO3.

Khuzdul: Thorinuldûm - Thorin’s Halls, the settlement of the refugees from the Lonely Mountain in the Blue Mountains Amad - mother

It was a perfect morning. Thorin stretched and yawned, settling himself on his favourite chair in the kitchen. The air that whiffed into the dwarven stronghold from the outside felt warm on his cheeks and smelled like spring. As he sipped his morning tea, that strong, aromatic blend Dori bought in Bree, his sister appeared at the threshold. She gave Thorin a bright smile and, seeing her steaming mug on the table, she sat next to him. The lazy silence of the early hours of the day was soon broken by the appearance of two dishevelled pebbles, one with a thatch of golden hair, the other – with his hair as brown as a bear’s fur in winter. After the mandatory morning hugs, Thorin readied breakfast while Dís prepared her sons for the day, humming to herself. Thorin could not stop himself from smiling. His sister was probably already thinking of her visit to the market. She adored going there in the morning, especially on the days when the merchants arrived with new goods – and today was one of those days. Thorin sighed. As much as he wanted her to have a very much needed moment of respite – his sister-sons were quite a handful, to put it mildly – he was painfully aware of what it was going to mean to him. Half a day of having his eyes around his head and his ears pricked up for any unusual noises they may create… or worse – the ominous silence. In the past, there was only a handful of moments when he and Dís realised that the boys went completely silent. It never bode well.

This day, however, started with the pitter-patter of the boys’ bare feet, chatter and laughter, and the clatter of their bowls as they ate their oatmeal. Dís reminded them to behave while she was gone, and left for the market. Fíli seemed very content about this state of things, knowing well by now that staying with his mother’s brother meant visiting various places in these halls, like forges, or assisting Thorin in other exciting ways. It was different with Kíli – his loud wails of protest at being so cruelly abandoned reverberated against the walls of their home. Thorin imagined they must have followed their mother through the corridors of Thorinuldûm for a long while. Her Little Bear, as Dís called him, was still too young to understand the connection between Mommy leaving, and the sudden appearance of candied rhubarb or his favourite cream toffees.

Distracting Kíli from his misery was not easy, but Thorin managed it by offering to take the boys for a new adventure. Their big blue eyes shone as he told them they would be going to the lower levels of the city together. It was a real treat – Kíli had never been there before and Fíli visited them only a handful of times.

Thorin had a mind to visit the Engineers’ Quarter and show the lads around while discussing some technical issues with one of the water engineers. And so they began their adventure. As they descended down the wide stone stairs Kíli stumbled and yawned, so Thorin decided to carry him the rest of the way. Soon Little Bear began snoring in his arms, and Thorin attempted to ignore the fact that his own tunic was becoming gradually soaked through with his nephew’s saliva. He also started suspecting that the moniker “Little Bear” must have surely come from the fact that Kíli seemed to weigh more and more with every step, like a true bear.

“At least he is not crying,” Thorin muttered to himself, and kept on walking. Thank Mahal for silver linings.

As they arrived at their destination, however, the situation got worse. The Engineers’ Quarter was a crowded place that smelled like tar, coal, and burned leather. Not minding the much larger adult dwarves in their soot-stained clothes who carried – or carted – their wares from one place to another, curious Fíli began rushing between them, oblivious of the chaos he was creating. He took a look at the wheelwright’s workshop here, and then he had to see the toolmaker’s booth there; he then insisted on seeing how parchment was being made, and attempted to find the place where they manufactured those shiny cogwheels. If not for his golden mane, Thorin would have lost his nephew at least a couple of times. Brór, the water engineer he had a meeting with, joined Thorin in the chase for the high-spirited boy. Instead of looking at the water supply pipeline blueprints and trying to fix a problem with water pressure, they ended up unwillingly playing a hide-and-run game to the delight of the onlookers. Seeing your own king running back and forth through the great cavern with one giggling pebble strapped to his chest while chasing after the other one must have been very amusing… for anyone but him, Thorin thought with resignation. His resignation grew even more when he noticed Fíli climbing onto a tall work table… and jumping down onto a heap of coal.

When Thorin finally caught the runaway, they were both out of breath. Although it was rather Fíli who caught his uncle – the boy ran into him and clung to his left leg as if a throng of orcs chased him.

Fíli raised his teary-eyed face to Thorin and sobbed out, “A monster wanted to eat meeee…”

“A monster? Here?” Thorin’s brow furrowed.

It took him a while to reassure Fíli that no monster was going to eat him. In turn, Thorin promised to get rid of the said monster that apparently lurked in a nearby chamber, and shrieked at him. He left his nephews in the care of Brór who tried to look solemn, but his twitching lips betrayed him. Thorin grunted and entered the chamber, carefully looking around, adjusting his eyes to the dark surroundings. And then he saw two glowing points of red. And heard the shrieking.

When Thorin returned to Brór, Kíli was fast asleep once again. Leaving Little Bear in the engineer’s care once again, he took Fíli’s hand and led him to the entrance of the dark chamber. When they opened the door, they both heard the continuous shrieking now. His nephew stopped and refused to walk inside, covering his ears and closing his eyes.

“There are no monsters here, Fíli.” Thorin reassured the boy. “See for yourself.”

“Nnoooo…” muttered Fíli, hiding behind his uncle.

“Do not be afraid,” Thorin added. “Nothing will hurt you here. I promise.”

On the bench by the door stood a lantern. It took him a moment to light it. With the lantern in hand, Thorin crossed the threshold and approached the nearest lantern that hung on the wall, and then another, and another. Soon, the whole chamber was bright as day, each lantern giving off a pleasant yellow glow.

“You can come in now,” Thorin smiled encouragingly.

With his ears covered and his eyes set on the shrieking, wobbling entity in the middle of the chamber, Fíli shook his head.

“This is not a monster.” Thorin stepped towards the huge bulbous shape that made so much noise. He placed his hand on the top of the strange shaking thing and added, “This is a washing barrel.”

Fíli blinked and took a good look at it. The two red glowing points did not look like a pair of evil eyes any longer. Those were two ball-shaped lanterns standing on top of the… thing. That shrieking noise now seemed to sound like a couple of cogwheels that needed a bit of oil, and not like a monster’s screech. And the arm that seemed to reach out to grab him before, turned out to be a cast iron lever.

“A… barrel?” Fíli looked at his uncle and took one uncertain step towards him and the strange contraption.

“Correct. A barrel that washes your clothes,” Thorin explained in an even voice and at the same moment the shrieking stopped. “Look, it has just finished the washing cycle. Let me show you how it works. First, you open this hatch, like so… Watch out for the water! These clothes are clean, they only need to be wrung out and dried.”

As he spoke, Fíli slowly started closing the distance between them, his eyes becoming wider and wider.

“... but if you want to wash your clothes,” Thorin continued, “you need to put them inside, here, and add some soap suds. Then you close the hatch, pour some water here, crank this lever a few times, do this, like so, and wait for the washing barrel to finish its work!”

Thorin kept on talking until Fíli seemed to be completely in awe of this new piece of machinery, his fear completely forgotten. He peppered his uncle with tons of questions: how many cogwheels were there, how many times one should crank the lever, what the barrel was made of… and so on, and so forth. When they left the chamber, there was a big smile on the boy’s lips instead of tears.

On their way back home Fíli exclaimed, “This was the bestest adventure ever!”

Thorin thought that sometimes being an uncle happened to be quite rewarding. Even if his tunic was still wet from Kíli’s sleepy drooling.

***

His attitude completely changed less than half an hour later, when his nephews disappeared. Both of them. At once.

Stumbling over several painfully angular wooden toys, Thorin searched the boys’ bedroom. Nothing. He even looked under their beds (twice!), but there was no sign of the boys anywhere. They weren't sitting in the common kitchen nor searching for snacks in the pantry. Nor in Dwalin’s rooms where Kíli liked to play hide-and-scare with the big warrior. There were nowhere to be found – not in the rocking chair by the fireplace, nor even in Balin’s study by that large desk where Fíli liked to play so often. Thorin closed his eyes. If he did not find his nephews before Dís returned from the market, his sister would have Thorin’s own head on a spike. The wrath of dwarf-women was ten times fiercer than the one of dwarf-men. In the case of his little sister, the number was much higher, at least a hundred times. And Thorin would do everything he could to avoid being on the receiving end of it.

There was no time to lose. He recruited Dwalin, Óin, and Halkatla, Balin’s wife, to the task of finding the boys, but they returned empty-handed. No one had seen the boys since their early lunch. Then, they were supposed to take a nap, and Thorin remembered their yawning as they closed the door to their bedroom behind him.

And now they were gone. Kidnapped? — No, impossible, Thorin thought. Dwarves cherished their children like the greatest treasures they were, and no one else was allowed into Thorinuldûm. There were no goblins nor other dangers here either. It felt as if the boys magically disappeared in a puff of smoke. Thorin looked around the wide corridor he stood in, but he found no traces of the missing boys.

“Have you checked all of their favourite places?” Halkatla asked, her red-and-silver braids clinking as she turned her head towards Óin.

“Aye, we did,” he nodded. “Not a sign of them.”

“Those wee rascals! I bet they are up to somethin’.” Dwalin said. “They remind me of us. Remember that time, Thorin, when we were around their age or so, and half of Erebor was lookin’ for us all day long?”

“It would be difficult to forget it,” Thorin admitted. “We wanted to avoid another boring lesson with our tutor…”

“...and instead we went to explore the mines! What a shame we lost our way,” Dwalin grinned and nudged him. “It was fun!”

“Aye, fun on an empty belly. If only you had not forgotten our food,” Thorin replied, relieved that his nephews had a proper meal at least.

“If only ye had not forgotten that map ye were supposed to borrow from your father’s desk,” Dwalin chuckled.

Before Thorin could form an adequate riposte, a mousy-haired dwarf approached him.

“M’lord, Master Brór says that the pipeline is fully functional again,” the messenger bowed.

Thorin gave him a nod of thanks. At least he brought a piece of good news. Master Brór was a skilled engineer, and the way he handled Thorin’s own sister-sons…

“Either way,” Dwalin continued, “we had a real adventure on that day, hadn’t we, Thorin?”

A thought appeared in Thorin’s mind. Master Brór. An adventure.

“There was one place where we have not searched yet,” he turned to his companions.

“I am listening,” Halkatla tilted her head, reminding him of a curious raven.

“The Engineers’ Quarters.”

***

Master Brór was more than happy to receive words of thanks from Thorin in person for fixing that pipeline issue once and for all. Despite Thorin’s hopes, he had not seen Fíli or Kíli since they left the Engineers’ Quarters with their uncle earlier that day. Dwalin muttered a curse under his breath.

“Well, that’s it. I’m goin’ to check the workshops,” the warrior said.

“I’ll take the ones on the left, you take the ones on the right,” Halkatla followed him.

“Let’s go,” Dwalin replied, his voice trailing off as he walked away. “And those wee cave bats would better be there or I swear…”

Master Brór addressed Thorin, “I will spread the word as you requested, my lord. Someone must have seen them, I am certain of it. They could not have simply disappeared.”

Thorin agreed with him and began his own search. The rocks could not have swallowed them whole! Magic was out of the question as well, there had to be a logical solution to this! Thoring pulled at his short beard in frustration. Wandering through the area and looking for any signs of his nephews in places they visited earlier that day, he wondered if Óin had any luck. The healer was waiting at their home in case Fíli and Kíli returned there on their own. Perhaps the three of them were already sitting by the fire, with Óin telling the boys countless amusing stories, while Thorin and his companions were checking every nook and cranny on the lower level, going out of their minds with worry. He raised his head, listening to a peculiar sound and trying to figure out its source. It sounded like… shrieking. It was not at all difficult to recall Fíli’s eyes shining with fear, awe, and then curiosity at the sight of the washing barrel.

Without thinking, Thorin turned his steps towards the chamber that housed the “monster” Fíli had been so afraid of not so long ago.

When Thorin arrived at his destination, the door was ajar. Thorin could hear the shrieking very well, but there were other sounds too. Very familiar sounds.

He took a deep breath and shouted, “Dwalin! I found them!”

***

When Thorin stepped inside the chamber, the sounds became even clearer. One of them he identified as uncontrollable giggling, and the other one, slightly muted, sounded like: “Woooo! Woooo! Wooooo! A carousel! Woooo! Faster, Fíli! Woooo!”

Thorin breathed out a sigh of relief only to be struck by a pang of dread a moment later.

Fíli stood by the washing barrel, cranking the lever, grinning from ear to ear, and laughing. Kíli was nowhere to be seen, but his enthusiastic shouts seemed to be coming from inside of the barrel. Inside, not outside. Thorin swallowed; he considered screaming in terror, but something told him that this was most definitely an example of behaviour unworthy of a king. It took him a moment to melt the ball of ice that was forming in his stomach. He closed the distance between him and the barrel in a blink of an eye.

Thank Mahal, the hatch was open. Inside, Kíli sat with his back against a wall of the large metal container inside the machine, surrounded by various articles of laundry, with a happy grin on his face, and a stray sock on top of his head. A wave of relief washed over Thorin.

“Uncle Thorin! Uncle Thorin!” Fíli exclaimed. “We’re playing carousel! Want to jump in?”

Thorin did not.

“It is time to return home, boys,” Thorin simply said, taking Kíli out of the barrel. His clothes were damp and he smelled like those violet flowers Dís liked so much, but other than that, he looked happy, and what’s more important, he was in one piece – just like his older brother.

“But uncle...” Fíli started.

“Your amad will be home soon. Do you not want to see what she bought at the market?”

“A sugar horse? She promised!” The boy recalled his favourite treat.

Holding Kíli firmly against his chest with one arm, Thorin held out his hand to Fíli.

“Let us go and see,” he said with a smile as his nephew’s tiny hand grabbed his.

There would yet be time for scolding and for a conversation about not sneaking out anywhere alone, but for now, the only thing that Thorin wanted was to safely bring his little rascals home.

He only hoped they would manage to reach their halls before Dís returned.

***

When Dís crossed the threshold of their home later in the afternoon, she was greeted by complete silence. Her sons were nowhere to be seen, which was very suspicious. They were always the first ones to run to her and see what she brought them this time. She expected Thorin to welcome her and help her unpack her basket, as usual — but he was not there either. Was this that ominous silence she dreaded so much whenever her boys were executing another of their silly mischiefs? Not really. It seemed as if their home was empty… until she heard a familiar sound coming from a nearby chamber. Dís put the basket on the floor and tiptoed deeper into their halls.

The picture that unfolded before her eyes was the last thing she had expected. Her brother was half sitting, half lying on the sofa, his legs stretched out in front of him, his head resting on the backrest, his eyes closed. Fíli was cuddled up to his uncle’s side, his hair tousled, making her think of a skein of golden yarn. Kíli lay on the opposite side of his uncle, his head resting on Thorin’s lap and turned towards her. He had his thumb in his mouth. Dís could clearly see the darker stain of drool on her brother’s trousers and stifled a giggle.

All three of them were asleep, of course. And all three of them were snoring in perfect unison. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine that she had a working sawmill in front of her.

This scene was too adorable for Dís to interrupt it, so she decided that she would let her three boys sleep a little longer. There was no harm in a little nap, after all. Besides, she was tired, and there was still some space left on the sofa…As she drifted off to sleep beside them, her last conscious thought was: “Why do all three of them smell like my lavender laundry soap?”

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mimisempai · 5 months ago

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The kisses that belong only to you

Summary

A reunion with their friends on Wickber Street is another opportunity for Aziraphale to blow Crowley's min

Notes

As always just a little fluffy thing

On Ao3

Rating G - 384 words

Crowley walked a few steps behind Aziraphale, amused each time the angel was approached by a shopkeeper or one of their friends. Each in turn would pull him in for a hug, a kiss, or simply an informal exchange of news.

Since the first Wickber Street Merchants' Ball, as it was now officially called, a few years ago, it had become an annual event. Even now, when Aziraphale wasn't really part of the Wickber Street Shopkeepers Association anymore, the angel and the demon had received an invitation to the ball by mail. Crowley, though obviously not thrilled, had accompanied Aziraphale anyway, and they had come all the way from the South Downs to attend the ball.

Knowing the angel's benevolent and generous nature, it was obvious that many people were happy to see him, and the greetings were more affectionate than usual.

Aziraphale didn't seem bothered by these displays of affection, which was not the case with Crowley, at least as far as he was concerned. The good thing was that people knew him well, too, and knew better than to make such displays of affection, so even if their greetings were just as warm, they didn't go any further.

Now it was Mrs. Sandwich who came to embrace Aziraphale and plant two hearty kisses on his cheeks, trying to make him promise to come more often accompanied by his good lad.

As he and Crowley walked side by side to the next group of people, Crowley leaned over and whispered in Aziraphale's ear, "Save me some, Angel."

Aziraphale turned his head in his direction, raised an eyebrow, and asked, a little confused, "Some what?"

Crowley continued to whisper in his ear, "Some kisses."

He hissed the end of the word and couldn't help but feel a certain satisfaction in seeing the slight shiver that ran through Aziraphale as a result.

But the demon's smile quickly faded as Aziraphale lightly pressed his mouth to his in a soft kiss, then ran his tongue fleetingly over his lover's lips before answering cheekily, "These special kisses are only for you, my love, all others are of no importance."

Then, ignoring Crowley's astonished look, the angel took the demon's hand and walked to the next group. Crowley obediently followed the angel, who never ceased to baffle him.

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sweet-s0rr0w · 7 months ago

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day 9 of @hprecfest - a WIP

Tales from the Special Branch, by @femmequixotic - E, 1.2 million words (yes, really), 2017

Summary: When Gawain Robards asks him to form Special Branch seven-four-alpha, Harry Potter knows they'll have to work outside the confines of the law--even though they are the law.

Excerpt:

The Centre's empty when he reaches it. Unsurprising, given the hour, but Draco's still relieved. He makes his way to the Auror showers, feeling less anxious than he has since yesterday. With a cheerful whistle on his lips, he pushes open the door to the locker room.

Potter's there.

Naked. Lying on a bench, legs on either side, his towel beneath him, eyes closed. His glasses are on top of a pile of folded clothes, his dark hair's still damp and curling from the shower. His cock is soft, curled between his spread thighs.

Draco draws up short, his hand still on the door, holding it open. Fuck, his mind says, and, judging from the shiver that goes through his body, it agrees, perhaps not in the same way.

Potter's eyes open at Draco's sharp breath; he turns his head. "Hi," he says, but he doesn't bother to cover himself.

"Sorry," Draco says with a stammer, and he turns to go. He can't do this. He won't. He needs to get out. Now.

"Wait."

Draco hesitates, then looks back at Potter. He's sitting up now, broad shoulders hunched just a bit, cock still on display between his thighs. His dark hair's falling across his forehead, into his eyes. "What?" Draco asks, doing his best to sound as imperious as he can. It's not enough; Potter's mouth twitches to one side.

"Just so you know, your stealth charm is shit," Potter says, and Draco stills, horror seeping through him. "I mean, relatively speaking. You were still better than most of the lads out there yesterday, but you can't really hold it entirely when you're…" Potter hesitates, then smiles, a bright flash of teeth. "Otherwise occupied."

I was so torn about having my excerpt be a sexy one, because it felt kind of reductive with a series that is 1.2 million words so far (longer than the actual HP series!) and full of incredible lore, worldbuilding and some of the best character exploration I've ever read. BUT, it's also femme, which means there are also countless delicious smoking hot sex scenes (hello, Midsummer's Eve al fresco sex scene that's lived in my head for five years), and the bottom line is that I want you all to read the fic, so. Basically, this series follows an Auror Special Branch, headed by Harry Potter, now senior in the force, and otherwise comprised of Draco, Pansy and Blaise. There are many side characters, including the delicious Jake Durant (a Legilimens from MACUSA, and Harry's long-distance boyfriend at the start of the second fic) who you'll end up shipping so hard with [redacted] that you're as excited for that as for the Drarry. The getting together is exquisite, with Harry's seniority at work and the need to keep it a secret adding extra tension and bite to the relationship. The first fic in the series is 15k, and works excellently as a one-shot, but hopefully will whet your appetite for more. The series is on hold at present, but don't let that put you off - stopping after the third fic works pretty well, imo, though femme's posted some hopeful recent updates, and actually I loved the fic so much that I just feel grateful to have been able to read what's already posted. HUGE rec. Anyone got a spare month coming up, this is totally what you should do with it :D

If you read it, and if especially you love it, please do let me know! And as always, please do take the time to leave the author a kudos/comment <3

day 1 - first fic you remember reading

day 2 - a fic rated G

day 3 - a fic not on ao3

day 4 - a comfort fic

day 5 - a romantic fic

day 6 - a fic for a ship you don’t normally read

day 7 - the best of your OTP

day 8 - a fic that was recced to you

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witch-oftheflowers · 11 months ago

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The next morning. When she woke up, when her body remember every ounce of their heated intercourse.

Her eyes snapped open. Softly looking around as she noticed his room was coated in black smoke. It was as if imprinted into the walls. The amount of times the both of them unleashed their abilities. The room showed it

Getting up, she quickly slid into her clothes. Smoothing her hair back the best she could even. She was getting ready to leave. Till he reappeared into the room. Two mugs in his hands, and he wore his everyday mask. The skull seems cold but his eyes seem gentle.

Setting it besides the nightstand. He sat besides her as he looked down

"Do you... regret it?..."

She blinked as she stared at him

"I don't... Do.. you?"

" Heavens no."

They both stared at the other as she tugged on her shirt a tad.

"I hope...you know...that the others also..."

"I told 'hem I claimed you last night... I'm not losing my mate..."

"mate?...Ghost aren't you partially dead?"

"Aren't you 'oo?"

"I am..."

" 'm claiming you as mine Ximena... 'M not sharing... 'M not losing you when you're 'his close." He blocked her in with his arms. Pinning her back into the bed.

His body pressed into hers as she felt a shiver up her spine. Her submissive behavior seeping in as she met his gaze.

"I like that idea... But the others..." She stopped as she was thinking.

"I'm... Supposed to be the lads breeding machine..." She whispered softly as she finally revealed her purpose here.

His eyes soften as he heard those words. His finger caressed her cheek as he was thinking.

"I... Know why we went looking for you... And 'M sorry it was for such a selfish reason..."

"It's hard to find fertile monsters... I didn't know I still was..."

"Special case... Even for a spirit in between..."

"Like you."

"I know... I don't think I can give you children anyways..." His voice was softer as he realized it. Knowing if she did want children... It would be from the others. His hands turned to fists as she sighs.

"We... Can always try?" She suggested,her eyes wishing to seek into his. But his shut eyes made her worry, her palms to his mask covered cheeks. She noticed him stare back finally.

He seems so calm to her words as he snickered. His eyes showing his emotions well, now that she got his close to see em.

"Always worth trying right?... 'M not gonna hold back..."

Her legs were thrown over his shoulders. His nth load seeping into her squishy pussy. Her walls clinging to his hard length as he was curled forward on her.

Soft groans left her lush plush lips. Softly swollen from the amount of bites he left, and the amount of sweet kisses.

"Again-" his voice was low. Hot breath against her ear as he demanded the task

Her thighs felt like they were burning. The way his girthy cock split her open. The way his curves tip bullied her aching womb.

Softly wiggling her toes as she whined in pain

"To much-"

"Hush it. Again. I need to keep you full of MY seed." His voice was trembling. Softly his hard cock was shoved further into her core.

A struggle gasp left her lips as she whimpered out. The size difference between them was clear. She was so tiny and he bullied himself inside.

The way he leaned back. Holding her ankles as he pulled his ten inch cock almost out. His tip coated in his seed as he watched her pussy gush his ten load out. Her ass was coated in it. He didn't care, he wanted her to smell of him. Her body to remember his scent and his seed only.

"Look at the waste..."

He slapped her throbbing clit. A whine left her lips, softly she came as she felt him rub her pussy. Slapping it a bit as he smirked at her weak attempts to move

" 'M going again... Come on sweet girl. One more load. One more time for me?" He coaxed her in as he rubbed her plush large thighs. The way her stomach rolls tucked and showed as she was like a real woman before him.

He slid in more. Stretching her out again as she cried in bliss. Her pussy was making lewd noises as she whined in bliss

"Ghost...Ghost...." She called his name out as she rolled her head back. Her neck exposed, showing all his purple and black marks he left. Lip and hand wise.

His cock bottom out. A groan left him as he sighs. Softly rocking his hips as she whinpers

"more...."

"Anything for you .."

As he snap his hips back and forward again. She whined as he was brutal. Chasing his own climax not hers.

He was quick as he rocked into her body. Pressing her firm into the mattress. Keeping her legs spread wide. A free hand went to her throat as he silenced her. Making her gag as she let lewd noises leave her lips

"Like that? Mmm yeah? This pussy. This body. All mine." He stated as he kept up his pace. Her eyes rolling back as she arches her body off the bed.

Ximena's eyes shut as she cried in bliss

"Ghost!" Soft mumbling sounds left there hips the best she could. Even as his hand tighten leaving a mark on her.

" 'M close.... 'M close. I'ma make you so swollen." He whispered the words as he snapped his hips one more time.

Black smoke spread from him as he climax hard. Pumping her abused pussy with his nth load again. His eyes turned black as he felt his body shake from his final one

"Oh fuck..." He sighs as he reeled it back in. Seeing her with tears down her face and a happy smile to her lips.

He released his grip on her throat. Seeing his smoke infected her a bit

"No no no no..."

"Mmm ok..." She croaked the words out as she sighs. Catching her breath, her legs felt like jelly, easing them off his shoulders.

Her brown eyes sparkled as she wiped the wet tears away. Her hands shook a bit as she reached out and grasped his cheeks

"I'm ok..." Her voice was so meek. Soft and vulnerable as she stared up at him

Ghost stared down. His brown eyes soften as he leaned in. Giving her cheek a kiss as he hums in acknowledgement

"Good girl for me.... I won't hurt your anymore" he spoke as he let himself slip out. Her voice whined at the sudden emptiness.

A deep chuckle left his lips as he watched her wiggle from being empty

"Don't worry, you'll be full all day-"

As the team geared up. Needing to handle a murder of crows, all hybrids.

Rushing through the woods as they split up.

Unlucky for Ximena or lucky maybe. Soap transformed halfway through the haunt.

Her hair was in twin braids. Her red eyes shined as she heard the crows bicker in rage.

"You lead them here! Squak~"

"I did not! Shut up they'll hear us!"

Ximena quickly signal for Soap in engage. Letting him run loose as he bit and caught each one.

A total for five hybrids laid on the floor. Blood soaked the snow floor. Her eyes watching it pool as she radioed in

"Bravo team. We got our marks. How copy?" She spoke as she got closer. Helping Soap discard the bodies into the river near by.

She smiled to the wolf as she gave his chin scratches

"Good boy mi puppito" she praised him as she kissed his cheek.

His tail thump the floor as he nuzzled closer to her. His eyes meeting hers as he beamed

"No. No you can't do this right now during a mission"

She tried scolding the wolf. But Soap didn't care. His muzzle nudged her arms away from her. As his nose boop her nose

"Soap no..we.need ..." She blushes as his tail wrapped around her a bit. Rubbing over her body as she shutter

"Soap no..."

His eyes met hers as he whined. Puppy eyes as he licked her face down to her chest

"Nehh nooo" she whined as his nuzzle rubbed into her breast. Softly she pants as she didn't hear the lads radio in.

Her comms accidentally pressed on as she let a moan out

"Soap~"

The three men froze as they heard Ximena only.

"Blood fuck he shifted. Couldn't even wait." Gaz chimes in as he flew up. Trying to locate the pair

Price sighs as he huffed smoke from his lips.

"Ghost go find them. We haven't finished this mission yet. They'll both need to be punished after"

Ghost stared at him as he simply nods. Heading deeper into the forest

Ximena was on a tree. Her half bent over as Soap's knot was buried into her aching pussy. Cum already leaking out as she whined

"Soap....Johnnnyy~" her moans were pornographic as she wiggles her hips

"Come on hurry- Aahh!" She was shoved forward as he was brutal. Stretching her wide as she whimper from the burn

"Johnny hurry~ it hurts!" She spoke those words. But her cunt was fluttering around him. Getting wetter as Soap kept going. His front paw pushed her down into the floor more. Her ass in the air as he took advantage of her.

"Johnnnyyy~ Oh God please fill me up already!" She moaned the words out. The sound of his hips snapping as he gave one more thrust. His knot buried in her as he dump load after load inside her.

Her legs shook from the weight and pressure. She softly cried from how deep he was, feeling like her insides her rearranged.

A clear and stern cough pulled the two from their thoughts.

Johnny transforming back as he was nude before Ghost.

"Lt. It's not hat-"

"Shut your trap McTavish."

Both stared at the upset Ghost. Seeing his eyes narrowed as he helped Ximena up. Her legs shook, bits of cum dripping down her legs as she met his gaze. Tears in her eyes as she was in pain

"Both yous are in trouble. Back on the helo, we'll handle you two when we're back."

"But Lt she didn't do a damn-"

"Do. I. Make. myself. clear?"

The pair nods their heads as they run off.

Johnny slid clothes back on in the helo. Watching Ximena sit, seeming in pain as she couldn't stand still

" M sorry Bonnie. I promise I didn't meant to hurt ya."

"I'm not hurt... It feels good Johnny. But. But the lads might punish us-"

"Might? More like you are gonna be punished."

Captain Price boom as the two stared at him. Ximena lowered her head a bit as she tried to sit still.

The other two walked in as they tossed the two suspects they needed in. Locking them to their seats.

Price walked over to Ximena as he rubbed her head. Her curls swaying a bit as she stared up to him

"You stupid whore. Letting just anyone touch you"

Her eyes widen as she didn't know how to respond. Simply letting her head hang low as she whimper at the comment.

She was a bit peek as she knew the pair were in for a lecture

" Cap'tan, she didn't -"

"Shut up Soap!" Price roared the words at him as he was glaring down to the two. He was letting smoke out his mouth as he watched them

"You both were reckless! We were in a middle of a mission and you both acted like this!"

Soap flinched a bit at his voice. Looking down as his tail stiffed

Ximena fidget with her hands as she seemed scared. Fearful to get sent back or harmed for her own mistakes. Her eyes wonder over to Ghost and Gaz. The pair staying back as they watched the two.

Gaz gave her a small apologetic smile. Feeling bad for the pair

Ghost was different. His eyes piercing behind his mask as he stared them both down. He was trying to control himself from attacking Soap.

"And you!" Price whipped to Ghost.

"I told you to not let them be together. I especially mentioned to keep them apart! You knew he was close to his cycle."

Ghost flexed his hand as he twitched a bit. Feeling annoyed by the situation

" 'M only responsible for her. He's not my lap dog"

Price glared at him as he spoke up.

"You three will be reprimanded once we get back. Do I make myself clear!"

Loud moans and whines filled the barracks.

Ximena was laying on the floor as she was worn out. An extensive session of the four as they were pushed passed their limits.

She shut her eyes a bit as she wanted to sleep. Ghost came besides her as he was nude.

An arm wrapped around his waist as he lifted her over his shoulder. Giving her arse a nice smack

" 'M not done with you"

"Simon no....no more..." She whined out as she clung to his shoulders. She had cuts and burns on her body from the session with Price

She felt exhausted from being a rag doll today.

" I ain't saying more sex..." He mumbled as he took them into his room. Laying her on his bed as he turned the light on. Black mass was on his hands as he was still upset with earlier.

"I'll run a bath..."

He walked into, letting the water run. As he came back noticing she was asleep.

His hand rested on her waist as he noticed she had a small bump.

That...Wasn't there before...

He got her into the bath after. Easing her in as he let her sleep. Allowing her to get pamper from the heated day they had.

Ghost was actually careful as he ran soap through her hair. Brushing and taking care of his curls.

He's taken a liking to her. Just never wanted to admit to it.

As he dab the burn marks on her body. Careful as he tended to her claw marks on her back.

Damn two couldn't be careful...

He sighs as he got her out. Applying burn cream on her. He lifted her up as he rested her naked body into his bed.

Pulling the blanket up as he covered her. He could feel her body was changing. And he was fearful for a moment.

If she was changing. Would he too?

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camisoledadparis · 6 months ago

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … January 13

915 – Born: Al-Hakem II, Caliph of Cordoba. Numerous important men in Islamic history, especially the rulers and poets, are known to have had male lovers, or celebrated male love in their poetry. Al-Hakem II, Caliph of Cordoba in Spain, is an example - just like his father before him.

In his youth his loves seem to have been entirely homosexual. He was known to have openly kept a male harem.This exclusivity was a problem, since it was essential to produce an heir. A resolution was reached by his taking a concubine who dressed in boys' clothes and was given the masculine name of Jafar.

Successor of Abd-al-Rahman III, who had kept both male and female harems, Caliph Al-Hakem II in year 965 built the largest castle in Europe (446 m long, 89 m wide and 1,200 m in perimeter) at Gormaz (close to the road that goes from Aranda de Duero to Medinaceli).

His rule assured a long period of peace to Andalusia. He was devoted to books and learning, and the Muslim library reached up to 400,000 volumes. (this was sacked in the Berber siege of Cordoba in 1100). He even sent his agents to purchase 'first edition' books from the Muslim east, such as Kitab al-Aghani (Book of Songs) by Abu al-Faraj al-Isfahani.

During his reign, a massive translation effort was undertaken, and many books were translated from Latin and Greek into Arabic. He formed a joint committee of Arab Muslims and Iberian Mozarab Christians for this task. By mid tenth century most of existing Greek and Hellenic works were translated into Arabic. He enlarged and beautifully decorated Cordoba's Mosque.

1834 – Horatio Alger, American author, minister, born (d.1899) a 19th century American author who wrote approximately 135 "dime novels." Many of his works have been described as "rags-to-riches" stories, illustrating how down-and-out boys might be able to achieve the American Dream of wealth and success through hard work, courage, determination and concern for others.

This widely-held view involves a significant simplification, as Alger's characters do not typically achieve extreme wealth; rather they attain middle-class security, stability, and a solid reputation — that is, their efforts are rewarded with a place in society, not domination of it. He is noted as a significant figure in the history of American cultural and social ideals, even though his novels are rarely read these days. As bestsellers in their own time, Alger's books rivaled those of Mark Twain in popularity.

In 1866 Horatio Alger moved from Brewster, Mass., where he had been a Unitarian minister, to New York City. The experiences gained in his effort to improve the condition of street boys in that famous city of "lights and shadows" became the raw material of his books that he wrote for boys. By leading exemplary lives, struggling valiantly against poverty and adversity, Alger's heroes gain wealth and honor. His juvenile fiction, particularly the Luck and Pluck and Tattered Tom series, was amazingly popular and left a strong mark upon the character of a generation of American youth. What no one knew at the time, however, was the reason for Alger's arrival in New York, not to mention an interesting correlative to his atavistic concern for boys. Back in Brewster, a special parish investigating committee of the Unitarian church had charged their minister with "gross immorality and a most heinous crime, a crime of no less magnitude than the abominable and revolting crime of familiarity with boys." Considering what Alger had been accused of doing to two lads named John Clark and Thomas S. Crocker before he hightailed it out of Brewster, is it any wonder that his first boys' book was called Ragged Dick?

1934 – Rip Taylor, American actor, born (d.2019); an openly gay American actor and commedian. Taylor was known for his high-voiced yells, zany hair (which is a toupée), and bushy handlebar moustache over a perpetual toothy grin. He always entered a venue tossing handfuls of confetti from a paper bag onto his audience and laughing hysterically, while the band played his theme song, "Happy Days Are Here Again." Taylor's comedic style included horrible puns, often in conjunction with props (for example, holding up a plastic fish full of holes and exclaiming "Holy Mackerel!") and miming along to novelty records (including the works of Spike Jones). If he got little or no reaction following one of his jokes, he would stop for a moment and yell at the audience: "I don't dance, folks! This is it!" Or, "Hello? Can you people hear me?"

In 2006, Rip Taylor publicly came out of the closet , not exactly shocking colleagues and fans. Prompted by celebrity blogger Perez Hilton —who questioned why the allegedly hetero comedian was spending so much time cruising the bars in West Hollywood— Taylor released a statement confirming he was "a gay man, and proud of it."

"It's such a relief to finally unload this burden," said Taylor, 72, following in the footsteps of Lance Bass and Neil Patrick Harris. "I've been living a lie so long." His tongue was set firmly in his cheek at the time. Taylor's contemporaries said they supported their friend.

David Felcher, a spokesman for the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation, applauded Taylor's courage. "It takes a lot of guts for someone with his visibility to admit to the world that he is homosexual," Felcher said. "So many people will benefit from this, people who are struggling with the decision to come. But if someone like Rip Taylor can do it, so can they."

Taylor said he'd been fielding numerous offers since his announcement, though he was wary of being typecast. "I can still be a romantic leading man," he said.

1950 – Today is the birthday of the British MP Clive Betts. Born in Sheffield as Clive James Charles Betts. Betts was made an opposition whip under Tony Blair in 1996, and after the 1997 general election entered the government as an Assistant Whip. He was promoted in 1998 to full Whip, with the title of Lord Commissioner to the Treasury, but like the majority of whips at that time was dropped from the government after the 2001 general election. Since 2002, Betts has been a Member of the Office of the Deputy Prime Minister Select Committee. Since the 2005 general election he has also been a member of the Finance and Services Committee. He was outed by a newspaper in February of 2003.

In 2003 Betts was suspended from the House of Commons for 7 days for irregularities involving the employment and visa of Jose Gasparo, a Brazilian student with previous experience as a male escort. The Telegraph newspaper reported on 10 July 2010 that Betts' partner, James Thomas, had tried to edit this fact from Betts' Wikipedia page in an attempt to cover it up. Betts was found guilty of breaching the MPs' code of conduct, with the Standards and Privileges Committee stating that he had acted "extremely foolishly" and had risked damaging public confidence in the integrity of Parliament. Particular concerns involved Betts' failure to disclose Gasparo's background to Parliamentary authorities and the fact that Betts had knowingly photocopied an altered document on Gasparo's behalf. Betts apologised unreservedly for his behaviour.

He lives in a farmhouse on the Derbyshire border with his partner James Thomas, who is also employed as his parliamentary assistant.

1959 – Kid Ramos is an American electric blues and blues rock guitarist, singer and songwriter. Ramos has released four solo albums since 1995 on Black Top and Evidence Records. He has worked with James Harman, Roomful of Blues, the Big Rhythm Combo, The Fabulous Thunderbirds, The Mannish Boys, Bobby Jones and Los Fabulocos.

David Ramos was born in Fullerton, California, United States, with both of his parents being professional opera singers. After playing at the parties of friends and at local nightclubs in his teenage years, he turned fully professional when joining James Harman's band in 1980. He stayed playing his guitar for Harman until 1988, when he briefly helped out with Roomful of Blues. However, at this point, Ramos took a break from music to raise a family, and worked as a water delivery man.

In 1994, Ramos joined forces with Lynwood Slim to form the Big Rhythm Combo. Ramos' debut solo album, Two Hands One Heart, was released the following year. Ramos had joined The Fabulous Thunderbirds in 1993, following an invitation from their singer, Kim Wilson. As well as regularly recording and appearing with them up to 2002, Ramos also continued to release his own albums, with Greasy Kid Stuff (2001) being his most recent.

Ramos appeared at the 2005 Edmonton's Labatt Blues Festival, playing along with the Mannish Boys. He also formed the roots quartet, Los Fabulocos, who released their debut album in 2008.

In 2010, Ramos came out in an interview on radio about his past homosexual relationships. A well known member, supporter, and activist for LGBT rights, Ramos has given a lot of time back to the community.

In August 2012, Ramos was diagnosed with Ewing's sarcoma, a rare form of cancer, and underwent chemotherapy treatment the following month. He was expected to require radiotherapy, surgery and further chemotherapy during the course of the next twelve months and a medical appeal was launched to assist with the costs of his treatment. Kid Ramos received the Orange County Music Awards Lifetime Achievement Award on March 7, 2014. At the event he announced that he had completed his treatment and recovered from the cancer.

1965 – Today is the birthday of the American actor, comic and producer Jason Stuart. Born in the The Bronx, New York and raised in Los Angeles, Stuart has many productions to his credit including the albums "I'm Jason Stuart...Jealous" and "Gay Comedy Without A Dress" (2001) and appearances in various films including "A Day Without A Mexican" (2004), "Coffee Date" (2005), and "Ghosts Never Sleep" (2005).

He is openly gay, and is the chair of the Screen Actors Guild National LGBT Actors Committee. Stuart has performed at top comedy clubs and comedy festivals and hundreds of gay events and prides, colleges and universities, and even on Broadway. Since Stuart makes such a strong connection with his audience, he is in high demand by corporate programs with his lecture, Coming Out In Hollywood, on being openly gay in the workplace.

Stuart has used his talents as an openly gay actor and comedian to support the community by performing at countless benefits for issues from AIDS to the homeless. He is the chairman of the first ever Screen Actors Guild LGBT Committee, and also chairs the comedy shows for Lifeworks Mentoring Program.

1970 – David J. Glawe was the Under Secretary of Homeland Security for Intelligence from January 2017 to May 2020 and is currently the President and CEO of the National Insurance Crime Bureau.

Glawe was born in 1970, and grew up in Davenport, Iowa. He graduated in 1992 from the University of Northern Iowa with a B.A. in Behavioral Science in criminology and certificate from the Harvard University in 2015.

Glawe started his law enforcement career as a police officer with the Houston, Texas and Aurora, Colorado Police Departments. He served as a federal agent with the United States Postal Inspection Service and then as a counter-terrorism special agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. In 2007, as an FBI Supervisory Special Agent in the Counterterrorism Division, he served in Iraq and Africa.

In 2012 he became Deputy National Intelligence Manager for Threat Finance and Transnational Organized Crime at the Office of the Director of National Intelligence. In 2015 he was appointed to serve as the Assistant Commissioner and Chief Intelligence Officer at United States Customs and Border Protection.

He was appointed as the acting Under Secretary of Homeland Security for Intelligence and Analysis by the President Trump on January 23, 2017, and was unanimously confirmed to that position on a permanent basis by the United States Senate on August 3, 2017. He also served briefly in the White House as Special Assistant to the President for Homeland Security. He was the longest serving Senate-confirmed official in DHS.

As the Chief Intelligence Officer and Under Secretary he oversees the intelligence capabilities for an organization of approximately 250,000 personnel. He is charged with the strategic and programmatic oversight to integrate the intelligence capabilities from 22 DHS component organizations such as: the United States Coast Guard, US Customs and Border Protection, US Secret Service, FEMA, Transportation Security Administration and the newly created Cyber Security and Infrastructure Security Agency. He is also the senior U.S. Government official statutorily charged to deliver the technical and programmatic infrastructure to drive the bi-directional dissemination of intelligence and information sharing with: state, local and private sector partners through the DHS Mission Centers.

On June 1, 2020, David Glawe became the President and CEO of the National Insurance Crime Bureau.

He became the highest ranking openly gay US Official in United States history as the Under Secretary for Intelligence at the Department of Homeland Security. On 28 June 2017 during his televised Senate confirmation hearing he introduced his husband and two children.

1983 – Julian Morris is an English actor. After appearing in the British television series The Knock (1996) and Fish (2000) during his teenage years, he had his first starring role in the American slasher film Cry Wolf (2005). He subsequently had supporting roles in the thriller Donkey Punch (2008), the historical drama Valkyrie (2008), and another slasher film Sorority Row (2009).

Morris has also appeared in American television as a series regular on Pretty Little Liars and Hand of God, and had recurring roles on Once Upon a Time and New Girl.

Morris was born in Crouch End, North London, and grew up in Muswell Hill. He is the son of South African-born Glen and Zimbabwean-born Andrea Morris, and spent a lot of time in both countries growing up. He is from a Jewish family.

Morris began acting at the Anna Scher Theatre in London. It was there, when he was 13, that a director on the British drama series The Knock spotted him and asked him to play a boy pushed into the drug trade. Morris continued his intensive training under Anna Scher for the next eight years. In this period more opportunities arose, and after appearing in several television shows, films and commercials, he went on to spend three seasons with the Royal Shakespeare Company, working with directors such as Steven Pimlott, Tim Albery and Elijah Moshinsky, and alongside actors like Simon Russell Beale, Samuel West and Roger Allam.

Morris with boyfriend Landon Ross

Morris publicly came out in a December 2021 post on his Instagram account celebrating his 18th anniversary with his partner Landon Ross. “18 years together, and they were the best ones because they were with you. I love you,” Morris, 38, wrote in the post, tagging his longtime boyfriend.

1992 – Out Magazine begins publishing with a test issue. The first issue on the newsstands is dated Summer 1992.

2009 – On this date New York Knicks star center Eddy Curry was hit with a sexual harassment and racial discrimination suit by his former chauffeur who claimed the basketball star had approached him in the nude and solicited him to engage in sex with the athlete.

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Yes you have to change who you are to attract what you want. Stop being so attached to who you are. Where you are and where you are not is a product of who you are. Don’t like where you are? Then who you are has to change.

Especially North American but Western boss babes & Western broke dusty incel losers are equally unlikely to get the relationship of their dreams for the same reason: EGO. Especially because of special snowflake parenting of millennials & Gen Z in the West. And autistic spectrum ladies, Asian and East European are much more likely to get whatever we want because of hierarchy and humility.

Example: my TikTok & YouTube (it’s dormant because I have more urgent things on my plate) I had a couple mentors who gave me very solid advice. I did not argue with them. I didn’t tell them I knew better. My mentors are not billionaires because I am not from the ghetto or a Russian village thinking my mentors must be billionaires when I can’t even offer reciprocal value. Like what do they get out of mentoring me. My mentors do not have to be Bill Gates or Pewdiepie of YouTube for me to respect them.

My mentors simply have to have slightly more experience than me. God blessed and protected me for the good fortune of not being raised in the lie culture of a pseudo egalitarian society. I was raised in two hierarchical cultures. If you are on the autism spectrum you need to find the social hierarchy and learn the social rules and which are strict and which you can occasionally break and when to get ahead.

The western career woman, the more affluent and successful she is, the more she is equivalent to a broke dusty incel loser in dating. Why ? Her success is in a skill set that has ZERO connection to dating.

The problem is career women have a confidence and audacity of a broke player with as little to offer. There is a reason religions teach humility but pickmeishas over do it.

Islam says that the followers of God are those who walk in humbleness. This Ramadan I do reflect on what is a useful message of Islam for non Muslims. In the Bible, Prophet Jesus said that the one who exalts himself shall be humbled and the one who is humble shall be exalted. Pickmeishas take it too far but let me explain this the regal way:

Remember broke Kevin Sameuls followers bashing elegant polite single mothers and then calling themselves a prize when they have nothing to offer? Even Andrew Tate called them out on that. Andrew Tate said that “chicks are not stupid. If you have something to offer and are a top G every half decent woman will submit to you.”

Kevin Sameuls telling losers say you are the prize and you will become the prize is delulu. How many of you will date negging cheating broke mean dusty losers?! If you are on my page it’s because you are over them. High value ladies don’t give mean negging cheating broke stingy 50-50 dusty losers the time of day.

Even Andrew Tate says if you want the top girls you have to be the provider and on top of that create fun experiences “chicks want to be where the fun is at”. He says lads have to go to the gym and make the money.

Kevin Sameuls is clearly American and Andrew Tate is British. Showing off his Ferrari collection to Greta landed Andrew Tate a short stint in prison.

Would you listen to a good looking lad made good looking by investing in gym, barber and wardrobe- who leads with his money, success and fun instead of negging … or would you listen to the negging Kevin Sameuls fan who believes he is the prize?

If you are successful in your career and worse affluent, you are NOT the prize in dating and your secretary or maid is going to do better than you.

An American lady in my secret group figured this out and told me when she worked as a barista somewhere like Starbucks she got the princess treatment but when she had an over $200,000 a year salary she got awful behaviour from gentlemen. I advised her to hide her profession until they got to know her so they don’t make her the gentleman in the relationship.

The problem is if you are great at providing or protecting gentlemen will make you do that and start being the woman in the relationship who wants to be courted hot cold and you will resent them so much you prefer to be single.

Americans have a bizarre idea that the world is a democracy. It isn’t and wealth and dating is certainly hierarchical.

In dating, are you married? If no you must be quiet when married women are speaking and do as they say, be submissive, humble and obedient to them or no one will tell you anything and you will never ever get ahead.

What I love about gentlemen is they understand submission. A family friend gave me a lovely book “lead, follow or get out of the way” who was high up in the Canadian department of defence. When working with gentlemen hierarchies form from competence. Unlike western women when I lead they follow and I don’t have to explain. When they lead I follow.

In my marriage I run aspects of the home. And my husband other aspects based on who is competent at what. My husband says for example what food he likes. I am in charge of us being slim, healthy and eating well. So I tell my husband what groceries to buy. He doesn’t complain but gets what I want and calls me if he sees something interesting and can I cook it or no and what to get with it. If it’s a bad idea I say no and he obeys me.

My husband obeys me when it comes to the kitchen. He doesn’t argue with me. He takes it upon himself to find the best groceries and bring them back.

My husband as the provider is in charge of the budget. If we have sturgeon caviar, gold leaf and truffle and lobster and smoked sturgeon and wagyu every day.. we will have less to invest and spend on vacations. I think you get too used to a lack of variety. He is fine pacing out delicacies throughout the week. I do have a budget though it feels like I don’t. Basically the food has to be good and I cannot burn money or get too much carbs.

My parents gave us a giant loaf of bread for example that is whole grain. My husband told me to return it as much as it was a lovely gift .. too much carb for us. I obeyed. I ask him what he wants, we agree to a menu that suits the two of us that I think is best for our health and he buys what I tell him to buy.

When it comes to home decorating my husband obeys me. I ask him what he wants, factor in what I want and submit that to him and say we need x, y and z to make it happen. He goes & buys it or gives me the money for it. Sometimes he doesn’t like something for example didn’t like modern kitchen lights that I liked because he thought it was bad Fen Shui. He politely told me while he respected Sensei Maria as the home maker and decorator .. he had an issue with the lighting I wanted and politely explained with respect to me being the homemaking leader.

Yes they want a wife who is the boss of girly things like making a house a home or picking flowers. I am the boss of what flowers are going in the vase.

But I am not the boss of Provision and protection. I don’t tell my husband how to do his job or what decisions to make. As long as he provides for me I don’t care.

My husband and I are not roommates or partners. We are considerate leaders and submissive followers. My husband is the boss of masculinity in the home and I am the boss of femininity. When it comes to inner work etc I am in charge of that.

When it comes to providing and protecting, I let my husband lead. He tells me to organize and follow what I spend, and I obey. I put in all my receipts on an excel sheet like he does.

Since I have a more masculine cognition from being on the spectrum it’s so easy to be married- we let the one who is more competent in whatever area lead, consider the other, and the other obeys and politely respectfully communicates if there is a problem.

Obedience is a skill western gentlemen have but purged from western women from infancy so few want to mentor them and fewer date them.

When you are ballroom dancing you have to obey and follow a gentleman’s lead. With hand squeezes and pulls you can make suggestions.

Western ladies were so focused on not being abused by dusties that they purged obedience to hierarchy and lost their value in dating. If he is paying the bills, your value is your submission to his competence and looks.

Jeff Bezos submits to Lauren Sanchez’s competence when flying a helicopter and she submits to his competence providing and running a business empire. She says she becomes like a back seat flyer telling him how to fly but each day with him she says is a master class in business and life. His ex wife was bossy and arrogant in the home.

If you are not married and arguing with a married woman and you are single or divorced .. you are not going to make it in dating a high value gentleman. Gentlemen work to get to the top of the hierarchy to be recognized for being at the top, not to be treated as an equal. You have to learn to respect hierarchy and accept reality which Western culture makes western ladies terrible at.

I don’t see African, Asian , Arab or Eastern European ladies arguing with people more competent than them. Respect for elders is a traditional for a reason .. not only your elders in age but in experience.

I heard for example the equivalent of “ I know elite married women who took photos in front of Burj Dubai .. who are you to tell me I can’t.” She was single over 30, single older than the age I got married. Well yes if they are married no one is going to think they are a Dubai Porta potty. If you are doing what Instagram models and only pans girls who hunt and jump on successful gentlemen are doing, he will write you off as one of those because gentlemen over estimate sexual interest.

This lady was very successful in her career so she was arrogant to me that gentlemen who don’t like her posting her travel photos around the world are not gentlemen she wants. Well then why are you bothering with asking me for advice and on my wall for advice? She continued with the equivalent American FreeDUMBDUMB argument when relationships are not a democracy.

“I know rich heiresses who post their travel pictures who got married”. Yes because of their last name no one is going to assume someone like Paris Hilton is a Dubai Porta Potty taking pictures in front of luxury in Dubai. It might be tasteless nouveau riche behaviour but no one is going to mistake her or a Rothschild for being a Porta Potty. However my friend doesn’t come from a famous old money family with brand recognition. Most old money families are discreet so girls learn the hard way about not listening to their parents on not posting their vacation pictures since they are then asked their price.

She didn’t want to hear me because she thinks career wise she is more successful than some housewife in Ottawa Canada .. but she is not married.

We have a lovely lady in our group that posts her travel for work photos and tags and credits her job. That is classy. This other lady wanted to do the equivalent of an Instagram of jet set locations with luxury including Dubai. I told her that’s like going to a hotel bar during happy hour and buying yourself an alcoholic drink - they think that you are soliciting.

She had the American attitude of I am the boss babe, I do as I please. In dating you are not the boss. If you are not willing to change who you are and give up certain things you simply will not be on the elite high value gentlemen’s radar.

Ladies don’t understand that 80% of ladies chase the top 20% of gentlemen. So 20% of gentlemen in a society are chased by 80% of women. If you are the top 1%, 80 ladies are trying to get your attention, some subtly some brazenly and likely even thousands of ladies. How do you sort through a bevy of beauties.

Many of the top gentlemen financially are super spoiled and don’t think they need social or emotional skills or even loyalty in a relationship so you might be stuck with an upper middle class provider. And an upper middle class provider with excellent communication skills, social skills and emotional skills is still a catch.

And they attract so many ladies. No matter how you play it, gentlemen at the top have more options than ladies.

Why ? Gentlemen are not hypergamous and find half the ladies attractive and ladies only find 20% attractive.

So basically it’s more competitive than being in a beauty pageant to get top tier gentlemen to date you. Ladies you are not the prize anymore than broke Kevin Sameuls fans are.

One lady who was divorced told me lets agree to disagree. I was stoic and just realized she is going no where in life with that egalitarian attitude. I don’t tell my doctor “let’s agree to disagree.” I thought an egalitarian western loser who will stay single because no one of value will notice she exists. I am married almost 9 years, engaged 10, together 11 years with the same provider husband and happily so.

She was promoting escort advice that mascarades as elite advice.

Being hierarchical means you understand okay maybe your goal is to be married to Bill Gates. A woman who is married is still ahead of you and you have to obey and submit to her competence or how will you submit to a gentleman? Even a 50-50 woman who is married and you are not talks about her happy marriage.. you don’t argue with her.

Being a lady means shutting your mouth when you don’t agree with someone more experienced than you.

Otherwise how will you ever stay married? Will you tell him how to use a wrench or how to do his job or how to prepare his business for the tax accountant?

The problem is career gives women an ego and false confidence on relationships where they usually have zero competence in. These women invested years in their education and so many hours in their careers to get ahead so no wonder they are competent as providers but in relationships they don’t invest in a therapist the same kind of money and think their own or a girlfriend’s advice is as good a relationship coach. That is why so many career women are single.

I know one career lady always talking about her career and financial success but never asked me or another stylist for a paid wardrobe consultation, never asked a relationship coach or therapist for a paid consultation for relationships, always looking on the internet for freebies but bragging about her financial and career success. That is why she is single - because she invests the time and effort to make her career successful but refuses to make the same investment in her personal life.

Successful people have mentors in the area they want to be successful and respect competence. Unsuccessful people have friends with opinions.

In relationship coaching there is a feminine competence hierarchy. At the top is Ginie Sayles. You have girlfriends/mistresses of billionaires & wives of upper middle class. Wives of billionaires do not give relationship coaching because the cost is higher than the benefits- Miranda Kerr got roasted giving a little relationship advice. Then you have wives. Then finaces. Then sugar babes, kept girlfriends & unmarried Ladies from hypergamous cultures like the Middle East and Eastern Europe - you can learn something from every one of these. Then divorced Western women. Then western ladies that don’t give kitty cat for free, be it church girls saving until marriage, girls with a rotation or exotic dancers, ladies of the night. Then girlfriends. Then career women. then live in partner especially if he hasn’t committed for ages, that is a lack of feminine competence. Then you have fools who do many one night stands. At the bottom is live in partner of many years strong independent career woman. At the very bottom is the femcel who can never get a relationship from gentlemen and is lucky to get a one night stand.

The vertical feminine competence hierarchy I put isn’t exactly as some ladies can be brilliant and wise despite where they are at. For example a lady who is single but works for many years with the elite and dating and is brilliant can be under the rank bellow Ginie Sayles for relationship advice but maybe one or two pointers of long term marriage advice are beautiful in theory and not great in practice.

Some young single ladies are wiser and have more female competence than older single ladies who make the same mistakes and refuse to learn.

An immigrant friend in North America was complaining about unmarried ladies giving unsolicited marriage advice and then saying but I am married and they are not and they kept insisting and she said “I am married and you are not, why are you insisting on giving me marriage advice? Would you listen to single you if you were married.” The coddle coconut got so angry.

Eastern culture teaches humility and hierarchy and that the opinion of a master of Karate or even a white belt is not the same nor an equal of a new student.

My feminine vertical feminine competence hierarchy isn’t exact and at the top some ladies are more competent than their categories. We are measuring female agency- if you want something in the relationship sphere can you go get it.

If a lady is with someone handsome and she wanted the most handsome and got him, that is a form of female competence. If she wanted someone affluent, that is a form of competence or a compromise between the two who is a provider.

It’s not set in stone but what is set in stone is the criteria of she gets what she wants.

If you are single and posting about escort advice or sugar advice as vanilla and a married lady or someone who worked with affluent married gentlemen calls you out on that, you don’t say “we can agree to disagree.” Lady you are not at the same level as her, if you continue your western egalitarian brainwashing that is why you are where you are, no new ring for years inspite glow up.

This single western lady was posting either no coffee dates or that being flown on vacations like an escort or sugar babe was an aspirational status thing ignoring that intimacy was part of the equation or that you can expect a very expensive gift like a Chanel bag in the early stages of dating when you have not slept with him or premature over investment. When I said it’s not how it works, I heard “let’s agree to disagree.” I thought that is why so many western ladies are single. If she was African, Asian or Eastern European she would be rushing with a notepad to take notes from an auntie married almost nine years, engaged 10, together 11 years and happy.

How many women do you know are happily married almost nine years who are happier now than in the courtship? As much as I know happy couples.. if you are reading my advice it’s likely it’s not as common around you.

Eastern ladies are told to respect hierarchy and competence like respecting elders and gentlemen they are dating while western ladies are taught lies that keep them down like equality and rebellion.

How are you going to snag a popular lad and make him loyal who has the choice of so many girls ? He is not going to notice arrogant ladies who have a big ego and little value to add anymore than I noticed dusty losers when I was single.

Western women are like “if he doesn’t accept me as I am, I don’t want him.” Eastern women are like hahaha 😆😆😆😆 less competition for us.

Western feminists mock ladies with feminine competence as “male identified” - well feminists are incel identified.

Something my husband pointed out is westerners male and female have a difficulty dating and getting ahead because they have been fed a diet of lies for 50 years.

My husband said that there are so many male western incels who believe that if they know enough negs that is all they need to bring to the table and they are entitled to a traditional lady even though they live in their mothers basement. My husband said that especially special snowflake parenting ruined millennials and Gen Z who are just delusional then angry that their delusions didn’t work out or angry when they ask for mentorship and receive mentorship.

My husband said that western corporate culture fed westerners a steady diet of lies and baiting into hazard to sell product: you are wonderful the way you are. I would add prior to that there was toxic marketing where they were negging the customer that they were never enough and then it went to opposite that you won an Olympic gold medal and are like an Olympic gold athlete just for participating.

Having humility and being teachable is why Sveta from the Russian village who can’t find a husband in Russia can still go to Sexy Fish or the Soho Not Private Members Club but We Still Charge and snag herself something !

If you are from Moscow like me, we are in awe of these village Svetas who can’t even snag a truck driver in Moscow ending up with provider husbands in the West. How did fish lips who is the queen of humping people at Annabels and sexy fish get married.. what the hell?!

Okay they don’t marry the choicest but they do get married inspite of lack of feminine competence for Russia. How did it even happen? Well these Svetas get rejected a lot. Enough of them have the humility taught by Russian culture and school system to realize they are NOT enough, not a special snowflake and need to change. Going to bars were affluent gentlemen hang out with a fake Chanel purse doesn’t get you married.

So these Svetas … not all but enough of them are not like Americans & non elite Brits. They say “I am not enough because what I am doing with my mini dress and Chanel bag getting drunk at expensive places & jumping on affluent gentlemen isn’t getting me anywhere. Hmmm I have to change who I am and do things differently to get a different result.”

Sometimes silly loser IQ Svetas will pay a woo woo guru. More intelligent ones will save up money look for a coach and a mentor, read up and learn. In the process before they finished learning many will snag someone to our amazement. Why? Lack of ego.

Religion including especially Buddhism tells us ego is bad. I think it’s a defence mechanism to leave an abusive partner but outside of that not helpful.

Christianity says Pride comes before the fall. Authentic Buddhism teaches ego death not the Western cultural appropriation version. Islam teaches humility is the mark of the believer. Wherever you go you see humility as wisdom that survived the passage of time.

The passage in Christianity where Prophet Jesus says the one with the ego finishes last and the one with humility wins first really struck me. The egoist with their false confidence has no sense of reality and alienates everyone who can help them achieve their goals.

Being too humble is as bad for you as having a big ego. You need confidence but not getting high on false pride.

My husband said that westerners are hampered in relationships and achieving their goals by being fed a diet of lies and false promises by corporations that bait people into hazard. He said that praise was detached from achievements leading to distortions in the perception of reality of adults. He said that corporations will lie to women that they are beautiful in any size and entrepreneurial red pill coaches and bro casters lie to broke males living in their mothers basement that if you buy their course with the right neg and nothing else you will get a high value lady.

My husband said that the truth is that you have to be a high value gentleman to get a high value woman including providing, communication skills. Just having money makes you a wallet only a sprinkle sprinkle girl will tolerate and just having game you scrape the bottom of the barrel. He said it takes effort to make a lady of quality happy, a lot of effort and no one pick up line can snag a lady of quality. He said that “hello” is the best pick up line because it’s having something to offer and confidence to back it that gets you somewhere not what pick up line you said.

My husband also said that average Western neurotypical women want to be lied to. “They don’t to hear the truth, but a nice truth.” Since they are averse to accurate feedback after years of corporations manipulating them to sell products they don’t need, they struggle getting ahead while Eastern ladies achieve their goals by calibrating after receiving acccurate feedback.

He observed that many neurotypical women will ask for a brutally honest opinion not to get accurate feedback but be told a lie as truth by someone with a reputation for honesty.

My example: Susan says

“Do I look fat in this dress.”

“Do you want the brutal truth or to be kind.”

“Yes brutal truth.”

“Are you sure because I mean brutal and it could be upsetting.”

”Yes tell me!”

“That dress makes you look pregnant and gained weight. That shape and colour doesn’t suit you at all. You have a nice red dress that makes you look slim and stunning, get something like that instead.”

“How DARE you! I am NOT FAT!”

“I never said you were!”

Then she runs and sulks and he wonders what he did.

My husband broke up with a lady because she felt insecure and asked him if she was fat as it turned him off. He was into her until that point.

My husband said that he had mentors telling him what was wrong with his business process and he would fix it but who wants to mentor a snowflake who gets offended when asking for advice or assumes that they are equal to their mentor. ”Let’s agree to disagree “ well you are incompetent and someone is giving you good advice, be grateful.

Gentlemen have an easy time getting along because they form hierarchies based on competence. I went to a Harvard business school seminar. I happened to be competent in an area our group was assigned a project so the gentlemen on my team picked me as the team leader and decided I was best for presenting the project and we did well. They thought I had the best presentation skills and team leadership in that area. And then we obey our instructor from Harvard business school. Back then I was the young person among Gen X and Boomers.

Robert Greene wrote a book on mastery because he saw our generation thinks it can live on manipulation and the art of seduction alone. Robert Greene himself said you need mastery to get to the top, confidence is not enough.

Many career women have false self confidence because their career competence is as useful as a bicycle to a fish in dating. Dating requires an entirely new skill set. Foolish career women often go to debt for a university degree but will not hire a dating coach when relationships affect a woman’s earnings and happiness far more than what university she went to.

I know beautiful girls who were mediocre in school from a medicore university do well because of who they dated and married in their career and women who went to good schools with the best grades struggled until they got married and some career girlies did well but the ones who married the boss did the best.

At one agency my mother worked at, the secretary married the boss in Canada and was given a very high up position in her work.

Dating up or marrying up is a better investment than many university degrees. An Ivy League is a good investment because of networking if you can acquire the skill to network. If you are bad at networking it is a big debt and waste of money.

Too many women don’t invest money in hiring a stylist, hiring a relationship coach but get a university degree to advance their career. Then wonder why their dating life is a mess lol 😂 🤣🤣🤣🤣

One career lady in our secret group did invest in courses and a stylist and her personal life went far. She was exceptional at her job and knew she needed a new skill set dating.

Why I say women on the autism spectrum are far ahead of Western neurotypical women ? Being autistic society doesn’t accept you for who you are so you have to level up and change. Then you have all the friends and gentlemen you want.

The arrogance of wanting to be accepted for who they are keeps western women behind.

Let’s open our eyes… would a rachet city Cardi B follower or village Sveta marry a Rothschild or Rockerfeller? Unlikely. She would not even be noticed. Yes you have to stop getting claw nails and address conflicts in a diplomatic assertive way.

Does village Sveta have to change her vulgar ways to marry up? Absolutely and they do.

Svetas will start rachet and vulgar but Russian culture teaches realism not being a special snowflake so unlike a vulgar American girl, Sveta will not get offended by being told she dresses wrong.

I was a masculina who dressed like a gentleman.. I had to become another person, a feminine lady to achieve my dreams. And I am so happy being the new me to achieve my dreams. This has been the greatest reward. Sure my goal was to get a gentleman to fall in love with me but the greatest reward was the journey of self improvement.

Stop being so attached to who you are. Where you are and where you are not is a product of who you are. Don’t like where you are? Then who you are has to change.

The less sensitive you are to feedback of those who have more competence then you the faster you will climb.

Career western women have it the hardest because none of your value and competence at work translates to dating, and may even take away from it. Dating is a completely new skill and requires different competencies.

Everything in life requires effort. If you put half the investment in dating that you put in your, career, half the time and effort and have some humility, you will be living your dreams.

The moment you say that you are enough someone who works harder with more humility will take him. I don’t advocate doing too much for a person but I do advocate getting rid of who you are and changing to who you will be with your goals.

Back in the day Princess Catherine was seen as a vulgar shallow party girl who prince William was discouraged from marrying but she worked very hard to change who she was to be the future queen and will be. Now her PR team are creating a scandal to increase her cache.

Meghan didn’t change so she didn’t survive in high society. High society doesn’t adjust to you, you adjust to join them. Ginie Sayles said she had many experiences from affluent suitors that changed who she was so she was able to connect with and marry her husband.

Imagine a male hating money hating feminazi .. successful gentlemen have options. So if you don’t cater to the group someone else will take him. “If he doesn’t accept my feminism as I am, I don’t need him” .. then the American snowflake complains feminist gentlemen don’t provide, protect nor commit. Yes they become feminists to avoid responsibility.

These western ladies will change who they are and how they dress to cater to their employer or clients but won’t for a gentleman and wonder why they are single.

If you think it’s beneath you to do for your job what you do for having the marriage of your dreams, you are going to be stuck with losers.

Those of you on this journey compare yourself to the past. In the Secret group one of our ladies wrote of her journey that she was a Pickmeisha last year or the year before dating a dusty who did not care about her but with my mentoring and encouragement and other working on herself she married well to a husband who treats her like gold and she is a kept wife. She didn’t argue with me though what I said about her very sexy dusty loser ex was hard to hear. I told her she deserved better.

I also teach ladies a lot of skills to be competitive in dating.

If she gave me attitude “let’s agree to disagree” “well I have a different opinion”.. your dates are not leading you anywhere .. I would have dropped her. No one successful who isn’t scamming has the time to mentor people who can’t follow, submit to competence and be respectful. If a single lady won’t submit to a married lady’s competence, how will she submit to her successful provider husband? And if she does he will either leave her or cheat on her with someone who does.

So this lady who married well had a great attitude and was grateful to mentorship and help. So not only did I and everyone help her, her husband loves to help her and get things for her because she is grateful. She is respectful of competence and grateful. Another one of my mentees got engaged and it’s a similar story of a respectful grateful person who doesn’t talk back and listens, tries the advice and tells me if there is an issue with it. Another one also got engaged.

My ladies are getting married. It’s the teachable girls who are getting the rings and the ones who have ego - people give up helping them and they continue struggling.

Outside North America being teachable is promoted. In the Middle East and Russia we are told you are lucky if someone helps you for free.

Critical thinking is about trying out the mentor and figuring out what to take with a grain of salt, not arguing with a person who gives you free time they could be monetizing instead.

Career skill does not 🛑🟰relationship skills.

The more arrogant you are from career skills that don’t translate, the longer you will be single. The more teachable (hence humble) you are, the further ahead you will be.

The palace did not think Princess Catherine nor Meaghan Markle were at fit but Princess Catherine was teachable. Lady Candace Owens is still an aristocrat because she is teachable. Lady Candance Owens goes on the side her bread is buttered on.

To be successful you have to change who you are and be teachable. Yes I changed who I was from a masculina SJW intially to find love but the best reward was becoming the new elevated version of myself and the reward for that. I am also happy for my marriage but being the person old me gave herself up to become is the most rewarding thing.

Credit Maria Al Massani

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