#did you know that ephraim

[ju-draws-worms]

Keep out. 🐅

[sieglinde-freud]

anyways you know who else aroace as hell? ephraim fire emblem. bro does not give a shit about anything but his sister and throwing hands and thats so real of him. men and women throw themselves at his feet and he j goes “thats not how fighting works :/” i love him

[algae-tm]

KILL BILL P.6

Charles Leclerc x famous singer! reader

Warnings : morally grey reader, toxic exes

Author’s note : There are so many x readers where the reader doesn’t do anything wrong, which I love don’t get me wrong but I wanted to write one where she’s a bit flawed. And obvs I cannot hate her cause she’s just in love and this is lossely (very loosely) based around real life events y’all so I get it! And also I love Alex 😭 I was gunna make her the villain but I literally can’t! So this is going a bit of a diff direction, in terms of ending. - Algae 🌱

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y/bff/n

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y/bff/n : talking about boys over brunch? (tagged : yourusername)

yourusername : feels like I’m 18 again

— user3 : holdup when did y/n and Charles get together?

— user4 : she was 18 and he was 19/20…

— user5 : lmao that’s why he’s got her wrapped round his finger… poor baby hasn’t known any better

— user7 : not you guys acting like Charles groomed her be so serious! they have a 1 and a half year age gap touch grass.

— user9 : you can’t argue with people like this, they’re so chronically online!

— user4 : so how did they meet?

— user19 : google is free!

— user6 : her and Lewis did a fashion campaign when she was 16, and he sort of took her under his wing, cause I think her parents were a bit... I believe she then met Charles when she came to watch a race and watched the f2 race as well.

user1 : y/n telling you about how she’s a slut?

— y/bff/n : only ever having been with 1 man equals slut?

— user1 : going after a man with a girlfriend surely does.

lewishamilton : we love to see it

— y/bff/n : we sure do 😍

— yourusername : not you guys acting like I was dead in a ditch…

— y/bff/n : you were in man purgatory, it’s basically the same thing.

user11 : does Oscar know y/bff/n?

— user12 : No why?

— user11 : cause bros lurking in the comments

— user1 : lmao you think the skank’s gunna go for him next? (user1 has been blocked)

— user13 : @oscarpiatri trust you do not know how to handle @yourusename

— user11: poor baby she’d eat him alive

user13 : oh to be a fly on the wall for the Charles convo

user14 : trust it was hours long

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yourusername

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yourusername : boys are awful and grotesque. i had to decompress on an island to get the crazy out of my brain. it’s a good thing mics are portable. Thank you Ephraim! My concierge for finding me a keyboard so I could get you guys this song that entered my brain almost two weeks ago and refused to leave. It’s a good teaser for my album, which is out in TWO days. so without further ado hope y’all like The Weekend!! if you don’t like it I’ll cry.

lewishamilton : oh this gives context to the unhinged messages you sent me at 1 am

— yourusername : I’m an artist, it’s my creative process

— lewishamilton : well this is way more constructive than turning up in Monaco

— user5 : oop- not you clocked by Lewis Hamilton of all people

— user7 : well I’m happy that Lewis doesn’t condone the behaviour of a slag

— user8 : lmao even her friends are getting tired of her

— user9 I think y’all are forgetting that they were together for six years, it was y/n’s first relationship, he dumps her out of the blue gets a new girlfriend within months. I for one would also go a bit crazy and need to be secluded on an island! Too bad I don’t have island money lmao

lewishamilton : I’ve been listening non stop! You truly out did yourself kid 🖤

y/bff/n : thank god you are not in Canada rn

y/bff/n : i was having a heart attack!

y/bff/n : you need to tell me before you travel across the world! We cannot have a repeat of last time.

— yourusername : have I really traumatised you that badly?

——y/bff/name : yes

—— lewishamilton : yes

—— yoursiblinguser : yes

—— friend1 : yes

—— danielricciardo: yes

—— oscarpiastri : yes

——yourusername : now hang on @oscarpiatri I don’t even know you!

— — oscarpiastri : wanna change that?

——- user11 : not you going after your dad’s ex

——-user14 : about to be a messy family reunion

——-danielricciardo : check that Aussie charm 🇦🇺

user7 : okay someone please talk about the lyrics????? Right off the bat it’s unhinged?? “WHY YOU WANT ME WHEN YOUVE GOT A GIRL??!” No cause that is so true like @charles_leclerc why are you still contacting her when Alex is right there?? (Liked by yourusername)

— user8 : ‘knowing it’s selfish, knowing I’m desperate’ oh she’s DOWN BAD!!

— user7 : you get it… cause DESPERATE, you’re describing yourself as desperate?? Bad bitch down in aisle 4 I fear!

user9 : lmao no cause you’ve outdone yourself! What do you mean ‘my man is my man, is your man. Heard that’s her man too’

— user21 : no cause she really is not a serious individual 😂

— user10 : the song is a bop don’t get me wrong but am I the only one who’s thinking about Alex in all this??

— user11 : poor girl hasn’t done anything apart from like a serial monogamist…

— user12 : I mean after this release Alex just needs to count her losses and leave him (liked by alexandrasaintmleux)

— user13 : oop- not her liking… clock it! But at this point I think this is just a messy situation where everyone’s gunna lose. Especially Alex poor girl never stood a chance

user22 : I just keep him satisfied through the weekend!

— user23 : you’re like 9 to 5 I’m the weekend!!!!

— user24 : make him lose his mind every weekend!!!!

sza : please god never let me be this down bad over a man 🙏🏾

— yourusername : now I know you’re not the one talking 🤨

badgalriri : 🖤

donatella_versace : DONATELLA VERSACE 💜

user17 : release the album NOW!

user18 : I’m sorry but weren’t we just mad at her? Releasing a song doesn’t make you automatically in the right? In fact even the song paints her as a bit of a villain :( I can’t imagine poor Alex listening to it.

— user19 : right? She’s practically begging him to cheat with her

— user15 : i really don’t know how to feel about the whole situation but it’s definitely not a good feeling…

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@forevercaffeinated-lee @callsignwidow

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The development of the concept of mating bonds throughout ACOTAR and Crescent City

(I would have liked to add ToG but I didn’t have the time to read the series yet)

ACOTAR

"High Fae mostly marry,” ... “But if they’re blessed, they’ll find their mate—their equal, their match in every way. High Fae wed without the mating bond, but if you find your mate, the bond is so deep that marriage is … insignificant in comparison.”

The bond was portrayed as the ultimate form of love, something enviable and sacred.

ACOMAF

"Not lover, not husband, but more than that. A bond so deep, so permanent that it was honored over all others. Rare, cherished."

The same narrative continues,showing the bond as something sacred ,a love that goes beyond ordinary relationships.

ACOWAR

“Why not make them mates?” I mused. “Why Lucien?�� ..."What decides it? Who decides it?"

The narrative begins to shift toward a more skeptical view of mating bonds, as there are miserable mates, proving that it is not always the perfect match the Fae believe it to be. Additionally, we learn that bonds can be created by different deities, such as the Mother, Fate, and the Cauldron.

"A mating bond can be rejected,” Rhys said mildly,...“There is choice. And sometimes, yes—the bond picks poorly. Sometimes, the bond is nothing more than some … preordained guesswork at who will provide the strongest offspring. At its basest level, it’s perhaps only that. Some natural function, not an indication of true, paired souls.”

This was a turning point in how the mating bond was first portrayed. Rhys explains that bonds are not always about love or compatibility, they can serve practical, biological purposes, like producing strong offspring, which confirms that the bonds are sometimes flawed and not always tied to soulmates. Additionally, the introduction of choice and the ability to reject what was previously portrayed as destiny is very significant.

Love would trump even a mating bond

And, of course, introducing the idea of love overpowering the mating bond.

ACOSF

Azriel stiffened. Let his cold rage rise to the surface, the rage he only ever let Rhysand see, because he knew his brother could match it. "What if the Cauldron was wrong"

For the second time, Elain and Lucien's bond is questioned, and a deity is suspected of creating arbitrary bonds.

HOSAB

"There were several definitions of the term mate—though Bryce supposed that to Ithan, to a shifter, only one mattered: one’s true lover, predestined by Urd. The Fae had a similar concept—a mate was a bond deeper than marriage, and beyond an individual’s control. The angels, she knew, used the term far more lightly: for the malakim, it was akin to a marriage, and matings could be arranged. Like breeding animals in a zoo."

● Shifters and Fae share the same concept of soulmates, created by Urd( the Mother in ACOTAR.)

●Angels: a practical, arranged partnership, which we later learn is with the blessings of the Asteri/Daglan, and its purpose is to produce offspring (Celestina/Ephraim) and oddly very similar to the bond that Rhys described hmmm

Knowing that the Cauldron is corrupted by the Asteri bref...

HOSAB

"Some Fae claim they know their mates from the moment they meet them. That there’s some kind of invisible link between them. A scent or soul-bond.” “But if you’re not my mate Athalar no one is ”

But guess what? Hunt didn’t know that Bryce was his mate from the moment he met her. They only realized it after they fell in love, and it fully formed after they chose each other as mates, which was very intresting and a new take on mating bonds. It might have existed all along, but its recognition and manifestation depend on emotional growth and mutual choice.

HOSAB

"So … maybe they were already mates, by that Fae definition. Maybe Urd had long ago bound their souls, and they’d needed all this time to realize it. But did it even matter? If it was fate or choice?. "

We went from 'mates = happily ever after' to a philosophical question. Fate may have set the stage, but they had to choose each other to make it real and in the end what matters is their love now, in the present.

Hofas

She wanted to marry him. Loved him enough to make it permanent beyond even their mating bond. To... become a family.

Again, it shows one's agency in making their relationship permanent and building a future together, even with the existence of the mating bond.

I find the evolution of the concept of mating bonds in her books interesting. Sjm went from portraying it as the ultimate, predestined form of love to challenging this idea by revealing that mating bonds can be flawed and are not always indicative of true love. Then, she presented a concept that balances fate and choice more effectively. I think it's very clear how she is developing the concept, and Elain is definitely set to further emphasize the idea of one's agency over fate and the power of love even more.

[panlight]

. . . and how did you mispronounce it, if you're willing to share in the tags?

*friend of mine was like 'been calling her Leia this whole time'

[copperbadge]

The Adventures Of Joe Superfly

I haven't been able to work on Chicken Salad War much recently -- it's less writer's block and more a confluence of issues that mean when I have the time I'm too tired for something novel-sized. It's temporary, but when I don't get to write I do start to get restless.

So the other night as I was doing dishes I circled around to a small issue that keeps nipping at me, which is Ephraim. He's got the most normal name of any of the Ramblers, which is uncharacteristic of Ceece and Tully. Well, I thought, maybe they let Eddie name him, but why would they let Eddie, the oldest, name the youngest, and not the THREE OTHERS inbetween? And why would Eddie pick Ephraim?

I decided to do up a little story about Eph, how he came by his name and what his life experiences have been. Much of it's a spoiler that needs a content warning but I figured I'd share a brief fun scene. Also it's good practice for writing Eph's somewhat elliptical style of speech; he is a man who gives no unnecessary context, and sometimes no necessary context. (All the context you all need to know is that Ephraim's parents wanted to name him Cherry Windward and instead Eddie named him Ephraim Prunus.)

Noah was on dishes duty with Joan, Ed's newly adopted eldest daughter, the evening that Ephraim found Ed on the porch of the royal fishing lodge. He sat next to him companionably, rocking on the porch swing and looking out at the lake.

"How many different names do you think you'll have in your life?" he asked without preamble. Ed laughed.

"I don't know. I think once you become a king the name locks in place," he said. "I've been Theophile and Ted and Ed and Eddie, and now back around to Theophile, at least in public. And then there's 'Dad' too. Why do you ask?"

Ephraim shrugged. "Monday was telling Jes about you naming me. Got to thinking about it."

"Well, you did return the favor eventually," Ed said. "Ed has suited me. Thinking of changing your name?"

"I was thinking of going by Prunus," Ephraim said, with such a deadpan expression that Ed hesitated, then burst out laughing when Eph smiled.

"Punk," he said, shoving Ephraim gently. "I only gave you that one to make mom and dad feel better about you having a normal-ass name. Man, you could see Dad's gears turning. We can always call him Pru."

Ephraim cackled. "Pru! Funny. I guess just…thanks."

"For what, big guy?" Ed asked.

"I didn't think I'd ever see Europe. Didn't think anyone outside Santa Luna would understand," Ephraim said. "But you went all over the world and found somewhere just like home. And I get to be here too. Which means maybe…I can be other places as well."

"There will always be a place for you, anywhere I am," Ed said seriously.

"Yes but also. They get it." Ephraim put on a lilting Shivadh accent. "That's Ephraim, he's King Theophile's brother, he doesn't say much but he's a good lad. No, you let Mr. Rambler alone, he's just shy. Hello young Ephraim, point out what you want to order when you're ready." He looked back out at the lake. "They're kind. I could thrive here."

"But not just yet, huh?" Ed asked. "Not with Noah leaving soon. He's going to Aotearoa and then coming to California, where you'll be."

"Yes."

"And after he graduates?" Ed asked delicately. "Maybe both of you back here?"

Ephraim turned to him. "I don't have a five year plan," he said witheringly, and this time Ed knew he was teasing.

"You son of a -- how dare you accuse me of asking you for a five year plan! Like I'm some kind of responsible adult? Roasted by my own blood!"

"You need it, Your Majesty," Ephraim said, then sobered. "I don't know yet. We'll figure it out."

"I'm sure you will."

"If you were going to name me again, what would you pick?"

Ed tousled his hair. "Buddy, you are now and forever Ephraim to me unless someday you tell me otherwise. I can't name you again. I don't think you need it, you're only just growing into that one. But if you did want a new name, I think you'd have to come up with it yourself -- or ask Noah."

Ephraim nodded thoughtfully. "I'm okay. Just curious."

"I think if you do you should move even more towards the extremes, though. From Cherry Windward to Ephraim Prunus to, I dunno, Joe Superfly."

"Joe Superfly!" Ephraim crowed. "Joe Superfly Rambler!"

"The twins should be glad we named them Edward and Miranda," Ed mused.

"Edward Superfly," Ephraim gasped.

"It's a great movie!"

"Miranda Shaft!" Ephraim blurted, and both brothers laughed until they cried.

[nightingale2004]

@simsim54 you've just inspired me

OK, Twilight fans, first off for the people who are homophobes, haters, and racists please leave and ignore this post if you don't like it.

Secondly, fans. Like all of you, i love twilight, but I feel like Stephanie Meyer had very poor execution on the story. Bella and Edward LITERALLY had little to no chemistry, and they cringy af, and everything felt rushed, especially if you looked at the timeline of events that was happening from twilight to Breaking dawn.

But one of my old posts got me thinking.

What if Stephanie had made Jacob female, and she was Jacqueline black (I know Jacob's fem name is Julie, but I feel like Jacqueline suits them better)

What if Stephanie Meyer, instead of making a girl with little to no personality and giving awkward introverts a bad name. She made this Bad@$$ Indigenous she-wolf mechanic shape-shifter who was loyal to her tribe, proud of her culture and freaking tough as nails but the most motherly person you'll ever meet and alpha female materials, then paired this woman to our awkward introverted gentleman vampire artist who could read her thoughts and they started out as enemies and then it became a slow burn to lovers.

I personally feel like if this story was written write then this would've made a waaaaayyyyyy better movie and way less cringe.

I will be first to say that sterek ate the child of the sheriff of a small town falling in love with a supernatural hottie. But Bella and Edward were cringe and very funny, and I couldn't take their love story seriously for more than two seconds. Sterek did it better, and even the fanfics ate.

But Edward Cullen, who is a vampire and a part of the Cullen clan, fell in love with Jacqueline Black. Daughter of Billy Black and great-granddaughter of Ephraim Black. A descendant of an alpha and a chief! Who also has issues with her older sisters. She is also part of Quileute tribe.

THIS REEKS OF SLOW BURN ENEMIES TO FORBIDDEN LOVERS!!!!!

And their children being hybrids will also be interesting.

I'm serious when I say that this story has potential, and if done correctly, it would have me reading on repeat.

Jacqueline and Edward hate each other at first sight because of who they are, then Jacky imprints on him, tries to hide it, but then sparks a relationship between her and Edward (with Seth's help of course), some of the cullens being extremely supportive of their relationship (apart from Rosalie who took some getting used to but slowly accepting Jacky), Jacqueline's pack finding out and the pack drama happens, Jacky's sisters making an appearance

Plus, the beautiful Romance between these two with the forbidden love. Plus, we can add in a cameo of Bella here and there. But Charlie would definitely be involved, and his relationship with Sue should be slow and not SUE LITERALLY GOING AFTER CHARLIE WHEN HER HUSBAND'S BODY IS NOT EVEN COLD YET!!!!

Seriously dudes, this has SO MUCH POTENTIAL!

CAN SOMEONE POINT ME IN THE DIRECTION OF THIS FANFIC OR WRITE IT PLEASE?!?!?!

[mirensiart]

Mixing two Fandoms but which link do you think would get along the best with Innes?

I'M LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS ASK ANON OOOUGH I actually did draw a lot of sketches to go with it but my yapping got so long I decided to upload those pics in a separate post tomorrow, so I can yap here freely lol

super long yapping incoming by the way lmao

Ok so, for my loz oomfs who aren't versed into fire emblem, innes is a semi plot relevant character from the game fire emblem: sacred stones for the gba

Innes is an overconfident, proud, blunt, brash, smart, perfectionist, super tsundere crown prince, he's known to be the best archer and tactician in the entire continent, and yet, no matter what he does, he is always compared and is always somehow second best to Ephraim, the prince from the neighboring kingdom

Which is why the headcanon that Innes' brash and egotistical/overconfident attitude is actually to mask his huge inferiority complex towards Ephraim makes sense to me lol also Innes has a one-sided rivalry with Ephraim, he is obsessed to show him he's the best prince, much to Eph's annoyance lol

This is him, i want y'all to look at how pretty he is, I would die for him, but i'd also put him in a blender and then analyze him under a microscope

ANYWAY now that the intro to my bestie (innes) is done, the Link I believe he'd get along with best is probably Wars lol

I was thinking that maybe he could get along with Legend but Innes would probably hate Legend, like Leg is too similar personality wise but lacks Innes' extreme overconfidence and bluntness and also, Innes would probably see himself too much in Legend and like, I don't think he'd be gentle, like "oh you are mean to mask ur emotional insecurities too?? I will be EXTRA MEAN back instead of bonding over it" kinda way lmao classic innes, which would make everything worse lmao anyway keep those two away

Now, for Wars, I can see it, but like, hear me out first

Innes means well, he is actually pretty soft under his thousand layers of pride and bluntness, but he has zero charisma, and thus interacting with the more soft/nice Links would result in disaster, in Innes' game the only people he has supports with are the ones who talk back to him and are mean to him back, I've always liked the idea that softness and niceness puts him off a lil bit, he feels more comfortable with people who can respond to his banter lol

Now, Innes actually really likes and respects a character named Gerik, who's the best mercenary in the continent and who's under Innes' command but speaks to him freely

Innes respects him and actually admires Gerik and seeks out advice to him, another one of innes' subordinates is Vanessa, and Innes also likes her cause despite Vanessa being under his command, she also speaks freely to him

I can see something like that happening with wars, like wars is an army captain, a tactician, a perfectionist and also uses his overconfidence and pride as a way to mask his trauma and imposter syndrome, like they're pretty similar with the big difference that wars has like extreme charisma while innes doesn't lmao also wars isn't blunt or brash, but he can banter and reply back

Which is why I feel they'd get along best, Innes is a prince, but his entire inferiority complex is cause a fellow prince, his equal, is better than him

Wars is an army captain and not royalty, even if Wars were to be better at stuff than Innes, I don't think Innes would like, see him as a threat to his abilities since Wars isn't royalty and thus isn't an equal to him lmao

Wars would know how to handle Innes since he knows his way around nobles and royalty, Innes would probably really like Wars' perfectionism and attention to detail and also his leadership skills

I can see them exchanging tactics and comparing strategies, they'd both probably geek out over it lol

I can see Innes being his blunt brash mean self towards wars a couple of times and wars not replying back cause like, Innes is a prince and Wars is just a captain, but I like to think wars probably replies back someday and throws some banter Innes' way and oh that's settles.it, he is now Innes' fave lmao

I feel like Innes could absolutely banter with legend too, but they'd be hurtful to each other, I can see innes having playful banter with wars though, like wars would know how to deal with blunt royalty he can play innes like a fiddle lmao

Also, I can see innes going into a long rant about his younger sister, tana, and wars relating and ranting about linkle back and yeah, wars is innes' fave alright lmao

Anyway, yeah... sorry for this super mega hyper long reply I am....very unwell for innes lmao

[andreafmn]

Bound | Chapter 8

Word Count: 3.4K Warnings: queer slurs

Summary: Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she could’ve hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?

A/N: I cannot believe how long I've neglected this story. I am ashamed 🫣😭

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Forks, Washington was everything Rosalie had thought she would hate from a town as a human. It was quiet, secluded, and a place where things seemed to stay stuck in time. There was no novelty or grandeur. A small town, after all. 

The girl didn’t have much interest in the town. Then again, she hadn’t had much interest in any town since she had left Rochester. Sure, Tennessee had gifted her with Emmett, but the town was never what interested her. Once she had left her home, there was nothing that could pique her interest quite like the life she had left behind. 

Still, she didn’t mind a small town anymore. Especially for the being she was now and the opulent grandeur the Cullens seemed to always live in. Surrounded by trees and winding down a lonely road, their new home came into view. Gravel crackled under their cars, announcing their arrival to whatever was out there. 

The house was a beautiful Victorian build, with a wrap-around porch and high ceilings. It was an architectural marvel and the perfect place for the family to hide out in. They were surely not going to encounter any problems. 

Surely. 

However, only a month into living in the new town, they encountered neighbors they had never expected to meet. Much less while they fed on a herd of deer. 

“We’re not alone,” Edward called out, his gaze set deep into the woods. “There’s someone there.”

“Other vampires, perhaps?” Carlisle questioned. “I heard there were a few nomads canvassing the area.” 

“No. Not vampires,” he grimaced. “Something else. Much different.” 

The family rushed cautiously deeper into the forest, Edward taking the lead as he followed the intruders’ thoughts. 

Their smell hit them first—a mixture of wet dog, fresh-turned dirt, and soot. It made them all turn their noses, wishing their halted breath stopped their scent from traveling through their nostrils. 

Then, three massive wolves broke through the woods. Their teeth were bared, and their claws dug into the dirt in preparation for a fight. But their presence wasn’t as intimidating as much as it was surprising. From what Carlisle had told the family, the Volturi had killed all of the Children of the Moon. Yet, right before them stood what appeared to be three of them.  

“We mean you no harm,” Carlisle said as he stepped in front of the family protectively. “My family and I have recently bought a house a few miles off the town of Forks. We didn’t know there were Children of the Moon here.” 

The dark brown wolf that stood in front growled in response, its mouth slobbering with rage. On any other occasion, the vampires would have fought the animals and more than likely come out victorious. But their coven had an advantage that none other did. And it came in the form of a six-two egotistical mind-reading vampire.

 “They say they’re not children of the moon,” Edward recited. “And that our kind is not welcome in their land. No dead walkers have survived them.” 

“I assure you we are like no other vampires you may have encountered before,” Carlisle continued. “We mean no harm to humans, for we do not need of their blood to survive. We exclusively feed off animal blood.” 

“They say they can’t trust you simply off your word. Especially when they don’t even know your name.” 

“My apologies,” the older vampire smiled. “I am Carlisle. The boy translating for us is Edward. This is my wife, Esme, and the newest additions to the family, Rosalie and Emmett.” 

“From left to right, Levi Uley, Ephraim Black, and Quil Ateara II,” Edward said. “They say they are shapeshifters tasked with protecting the land from any and all enemies. Like us.” 

“I assure you, we do not mean to cause you any harm,” the patriarch affirmed. “In fact, I propose we make a treaty. A mutually beneficial agreement that shall extend to all of your descendants for the rest of time. What do you say?”  

The three wolves looked at each other, lost in thought, as they deliberated silently on the vampire’s offer. Given the position they were in, there was only one answer they could give, and it was the one they had all been expecting. 

“They agree that given our claimed diet, a treaty is the best decision,” Edward said. “They want to meet three miles west of this location at midnight over a bonfire to discuss the terms of the agreement.” 

“I don’t see why not,” Carlisle agreed. “We shall see you then.”    

The wolves waited until the family was a safe distance away before turning back to where they had come from. The vampires found their very existence befuddling. They looked exactly like the werewolves that had once been—men who turned into wolves and looked at vampires as their natural enemies. Yet, these ones could shift in the light of the morning. They seemed in control of their actions, and they ran in a pack. More than that, they had faced them, and they were still alive. Children of the Moon, they definitely were not. 

The Cullens headed back to their home to await nightfall, still unsure of who exactly they had just encountered but certain they’d end up with a good enough deal in their new town. 

“That was awfully easy, wasn’t it?” Esme said as they settled around their living room. “I thought we were sure to get a bigger fight.” 

 “Those mutts knew they were outnumbered and outpowered,” Edward chuckled as he slumped into the couch. “They would never put up a fight with us.” 

“Do you actively wake up in the morning and decide you’re gonna be a giant prick?” Rosalie scoffed. “Or is that just an awful character flaw you were born with?” 

She couldn’t help the smirk that stretched across her mouth as Emmett snickered beside her, a sense of accomplishment surging deep within her. 

Emmett had quickly become the blonde’s closest friend and confidante. While she helped him with his dietary struggles, he kept her company. And for the first time in the couple of years of her turning, she didn’t feel alone. 

He’d kept her secret as he had promised. He said every time he felt the thought sprouting in his head and Edward was around, he would scream as loudly as he could in his mind. And he’d known it worked when the older vampire flinched for no reason at all. It had become a sort of challenge to the boy. He had gravitated from screaming to picking a jingle or a phrase a day that he would repeat over and over until Edward either left them or tuned him out. And he had done it all for the friendship he had built with Rosalie. 

“What? You’re gonna defend them?” Edward countered with disgust. “As if you hadn’t thought the same thing. As a matter of fact, we all did. So, don’t go around thinking you’re better than me.”  

“At least none of us said it out loud, Eddie-boy,”  Emmettt interjected.  “That’s the difference here. Don’t get angry because other people have some shred of dignity.”  

“Oh, please, you’re only saying that because you always take Rosalie’s side,” the boy grumbled. “If it weren’t for her, you would be saying the same thing.” 

“Is that right?” the bigger vampire challenged. “You think you know me, Edward? Do you really think you know a single thing about me?”

“I know enough. There’s only so much you can hide from a mind reader, Emmett.” 

“You’d be surprised,” he smirked. “Just because you can read my mind doesn’t mean you’re getting anything of substance.”

“Well, I normally do when my subject’s lights are on upstairs,” Edward jabbed. “But I can’t ask a lot from a guy who thought they had a chance at winning against a bear.” 

“Maybe not then, but I’ve taken one on now,” Emmet spat, standing in front of Edward and towering over the boy as he stood. “And I can most definitely take you on as well if you want to question what’s going on in my head. And we both know who is going to win between us.” 

“Alright, boys, that’s enough,” Esme interrupted, ever the mother she was. “It does us no good to fight within the family.”  

“No, I think it’s healthy to air out our grievances from time to time,” Emmett continued, his eyes trained firmly on Edward’s. “Sometimes people need to be knocked down a peg or two. Works wonders for the ego.”

“I don’t know why you’re being so protective over Rosalie,” Edward said, suddenly snapping his eyes toward the girl. “You shouldn’t be so protective of this fairy lady.”

If Rosalie had been able to breathe, she was sure those words would have knocked the wind out of her lungs. How could he have known? She’d guarded her thoughts well, and she knew Emmett had as well. “What did you just call me?” 

“Come on, Rosalie. Let’s not play games here,” he smirked. “We both know what I’m talking about.”

“That’s enough, Edward,” Carlisle tried to interject, but the boy continued. 

“If you wanted to hide your true self so much, maybe you shouldn’t leave your journal where anyone can see it,” he said. “It doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re a dyke.”

The sound of a slap echoed through the room as Rosalie’s hand smacked Edward’s cheek, the suddenness enough to have him stumbling back. He stared at her in shock, surprised at her break in composure. 

“Take a walk, Edward!” Esme finally exclaimed. “You’ve gone far enough.”

But the girl didn’t stay long enough to see if he would stay or leave. She sped out the front doors and didn’t stop until she felt she was far enough away. 

Anger bubbled deep in her chest, and she had no other method of release than violence. She pounded her fists into a tree, over and over and over until she had almost made it through the other side. She punched through her sadness, punched through her ire, punched through her fear. She punched until the tree could not hold itself upright anymore, tumbling to the ground with a deafening thud. 

She had been so careful. Handpicked every single thought she had, kept her distance, and hid her personal things. And yet, Edward had been able to figure out her secret because of one careless day. One measly careless second, and he’d been able to see the one thing she kept closest to her heart. 

“Do you mind if I sit with you?” she heard Carlisle ask from behind her. 

She had sat on the tree she had broken, listening to the quiet of the forest before he arrived. It made her feel… well, alone. “Sure,” she sighed, brushing away the dirt that had stained her knuckles. “Can’t really stop you.”

“I wouldn’t if you didn’t want me to,” he said with a smile. They sat in silence for a moment as he tried to find the right words. “I’m sorry about Edward. He’s a good kid most times. Just… emotionally challenged.” 

“Nice way to say he’s an asshole,” she scoffed. “I’m guessing you’re here to say I should start looking for a new coven.”

“Why would you think that?” 

“Come on, Carlisle. I’m surely not what you expected me to be when you turned me,” she said, her eyes trained on her feet, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “I’m definitely not someone that aligns with your moral values.” 

Carlisle could only chuckle softly at the girl and her misconceptions. She’d been with the family for three years, and yet, she barely knew them at all. “When I was still a human, I used to judge everyone I met,” he said. “I was raised by a pastor, and I became a vampire hunter. Although, at the time, I didn’t know I was passing judgment. All I had known was that different meant bad, even when I strived to be better than my father. “But life quickly showed me that nothing is simply black and white,” he explained. “I’ve lived too long now to keep those misconstrued thoughts alive in my head and my heart. I mean, I became what I was raised to hate most in my life. And I learned that just because you’re different, it doesn’t mean you are bad.”

“This is different from being a vampire, Carlisle. Even your bible says people like me are sinners and vile,” she said, her voice trembling under the weight of her words. “I am condemned and doomed just for who I love.”

“How is it any different? Well, I guess you weren’t born a vampire,” he chuckled softly. “But, it is still something you cannot change about yourself. In my eyes, loving someone could never be a sin. Even the good book says so. You’re not damned, Rosalie, and you certainly are not doomed.”

The last thing she had expected was Carlisle to be one of the most accepting people she could have met, other than Emmett, of course. She knew of his religious path and the beliefs he still held close to his heart. Those had her fearing the repercussions of him knowing her true self. Her sexuality was the only thing she could keep for herself. Guard it close to her heart so no one could use it against her—not that it had worked with Edward. She had gone two decades of her life hidden in the shadows, trusting only two people with her secret, but it had all been for naught. The people who truly cared for her wouldn’t mind who she loved as long as she was happy. 

“I promise I will reprimand Edward for the words he said and for infringing on your privacy,” Carlisle smiled. “And I give you my word that he will never, ever use that hateful rhetoric in our house ever again.” 

“Thank you, Carlisle,” Rosalie beamed. “You can’t know how much this means to me. Truly.” 

“We’re on your side,” he said. “Whether you feel it or not, Rosalie, you are part of this family. And we’ll stand beside you through it all.”

The girl couldn’t help but wrap her arms around the man. All words escaped her as she tried to pick the right ones, but a hug seemed like the right response. Carlisle had brought her into this new world out of pity, but he’d gently guided her to people who loved her unconditionally—except for the one exception. Even if she detested the life she had to live as a vampire, she was grateful to have at least that. 

“Well, we should head back and get things sorted before tonight,” Carlisle said. “We need to go into this as a united front. Or at least appear like we are.”

“As long as Edward stays as far away from me as possible, I don’t see why we won’t.”

“You won’t have to worry about that,” he assured. “And just so you know, Esme gave him quite the talking to before I left. I bet we could catch the end of it if we hurry back.”

Rosalie reciprocated Carlisle’s playful grin before they took off in a sprint back to the house. Lo and behold, Esme was still yelling at Edward when they arrived, his face solemn like that of an ashamed child. Meanwhile, Emmett stood not too far back, snickering to himself and, more likely than not, giving the mind reader hell inside his head. 

It took everything in the girl not to boast as she walked past him, her head held high and a grin adorning her pink lips. He wouldn’t meet her gaze, his eyes trained on the tips of his fingers. She rather preferred it that way. Edward had no right to look her in the eyes, and she was glad he finally knew his place. 

For the first time in the three years she had been with the Cullens, she had finally felt part of the family. She hadn’t expected them all to rally behind her against Edward, but her heart warmed as they did. They had all seen past her cold exterior and inhuman beauty. They had seen her soul and learned her worth. They cared for her, and they weren’t ashamed to show it. 

At that moment, she wondered what would have happened if Vera had also become a vampire. They could have both joined the Cullen family and finally have the life they had dreamed of—at least the mirage of it. They would have been able to love each other and live freely amongst the immortals, sure that they’d be loved and protected. She thought they’d have love stories written about them, poets and singers would cry at the mention of their love. They would’ve had eternity and a day to bask in the warmth of the other, and no matter what anyone thought, they could simply be. 

But then, there’s a reason why dreams only appear when we’re asleep. At some point, they end, and you wake up. 

There would never be a perfect ending for them whether they lived for eternity or just a day more. Their love was meant to end at one moment or another. There had been a semicolon placed on the story the moment Vera got married and had Henry. And a period ended their sentence the second blood stopped rushing through Rosalie’s veins. 

Vera had always been a dream for Rosalie, and turning into a vampire simply woke her up.

Hours passed, and finally, the moon had reached its highest point in the sky. The clock on the living room wall confirmed that midnight had arrived, and it was time to face the wolves once more. In the distance, a string of smoke signaled their destination, and they rushed toward it. 

The smell of fire filtered through their noses soon enough, mixing with the scent of the wolves and the forest. The wind murmured a quiet warning to everyone and everything around; what was about to occur that night was nothing short of history in the making. 

When the Cullens arrived, three men wearing wooden wolf helmets were waiting for them. Behind them, a large bonfire crackled and danced, filling the darkness with a bright and warm hue. It would have been a beautiful sight to behold had it not been for the menacing stares the three men were gifting the vampires. 

“I take it you’re Ephraim Black,” Carlisle said, breaking the silence and extending a courteous hand toward the other man. “As I said before, my name is Carlisle Cullen, and this is my family…” 

“We can skip the niceties, cold one,” Ephraim interrupted. “We are here to settle business and go our own ways.” 

“Alright, if that is what you choose,” the vampire smiled. “Shall we begin then?” 

That night, a treaty was formed between two unlikely kinds. Between maps and discussions, an agreement over land and behavior was reached, pertinent to their current lives. Mutual discreteness over their supernatural status, explicit boundaries in regions of the town, and, most importantly, no harm could ever come to a human, whether by hunting or transforming them into a vampire. If any of these terms were broken, it would mean the start of a war between the Quileute tribe shapeshifters and the Cullens. And a war would mean an inevitable end to one of the races. 

Rosalie understood the need for a treaty. Being at odds with someone so close by could only lead to pain and discomfort, and she already knew what it was like to live with that. 

But seeing the shifters’ ability to put everything aside for the common greater good—regardless of whether or not they had felt outnumbered—gave her the best solution to her Edward-shaped dilemma. After that night, he would never treat her like he had, and she’d behave amicably toward the boy, pretending he was nothing more than a thorn in her side—a tiresome nuisance, if you will.

At the end of the day, it was only eternity. 

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Addendum to Jacob Sorensen’s Patriarchal Blessing

I don’t know, Jake, why Dad asked me to drive you there, but I did hear every word Brother Allen said, and here’s a few he skipped:

Our Heavenly Father is pleased with your social media presence— the Instagram pics, the YouTube skits, and that new app with the name I can’t remember.

God saw your TikToks, Jake, you doing the Dolphin Dance with the drama crew— how you shook your butt and laughed. And God laughed, too.

Jake, there are some things the patriarch promised that will never come to pass: no mission, no bride kneeling across the altar, no children born under the covenant, and it will be exactly as God intended it.

For you, Jake, not slacks but tights, not prayers but yoga, not the Book of Mormon but a Sondheim score.

And even though the patriarch said “Ephraim,” the Spirit moves me, Jake, to declare your true tribe: the one that, when Charlton Heston climbed Mount Sinai, was hired to choreograph the dance.

They say that when God closes a door a window is opened, but I’m telling you, brother, with my gift of prophecy: For you, a limo, a red carpet, a golden gate waiting, and no gatekeeper.

[angryjewishcockroach]

HAPPY goyishe Purim, everybody!

ID: A Jewish man in a baseball cap (Eitan Levine, eitanthegoalie on Instagram) speaks to the camera in front of an image of three cutesy ghost decorations; throughout the video, the background changes to match what he is talking about: "merry GOYISHE Purim everybody. HAPPY Halloween! The holiday is around the corner. I hope everyone has their costumes picked out and they're getting ready to go trick-or-treat and just scare the local old people. Aside from going door to door begging for candy, the biggest thing about Halloween is obviously the monsters. But did you know that a lot of the monsters that are synonymous with Halloween have Jewish origins? The scene from Monster Mash is basically a Chabad House. Let's go.

"Let's talk about it first off werewolves. As we all know, werewolves get bar mitzvahs, they're spooky, they're scary, it's boys becoming men, it's men becoming wolves. But also, because of the connection to the lunar calendar, Jews tend to refer to other Jews throughout literature as werewolves. Rabbi Ephraim ben Shimshom literally used it to describe Jacob's son Benjamin as a werewolf. Do you know the guy that wrote The Golem wrote another play called The Wolf that described the rabbi who turned into a werewolf? Also the American Werewolf in London is a grad student named David Kessler. JEW.

"Then there's the goblins, I don't gotta get into it but JK Rowling, you think we're blind?! You think that putting these guys in charge of the banks wasn't an issue?! Are you [sputters] insane?

"Then there's vampires, which was a myth that was believed in the Middle Ages around the time of the bubonic plague. And let me tell you, you--we know who they blamed the bubonic plague on, and it wasn't the Catholics. Vampires' whole thing was drinking blood, which was an homage to the blood libel where Jews were blamed for stealing Christian baby blood.

Anyways happy goyishe Purim." End ID]

[playstation-dreamcast]

Hi, so I wanna talk more about Grant on here, but truly the only way to understand the son is to know the father. So, you know that that means!

A NOT SO BRIEF INTRODUCTION TO ELIAS MCBRIDE!

Early Life:

Elias McBride was born to Donovan and Patrica McBride on August 12, 1960, making him a Leo- the worst zodiac of them all. (I'm also a Leo, don't come for me.)

Born tragically catholic, he was the eldest of nine sibling, three brothers and six sisters- some of which are younger than his own son. While he officially became a father in his teens, Elias had been preforming the father role to his siblings since he was like- eight. Honestly, he was never particularly good at it, and resented having to be- for lack of a better term- the "man of the house" from such a young age. But, with a drunkard for a father, what's a guy to do?

apparently hook up with a perfect stranger at a house party when you're 15, just to be forced to marry her four months later when she starts showing. Not how I personally would have gone about that, but to each their own.

He was always more focused on his studies and getting the fuck out of Texas, and out of his middle of no where town. He knew he didn't exactly have the funds to do so on his own- he came from a family of pig farmers for Christ sake. So, he focused on what he was good at: virology, anatomy, and human biology in the hopes of getting a grant and or scholarship and becoming a doctor.

You wouldn't believe how happy he was when Spencer and the Umbrella corporation showed interest in him, offering him a scholarship they give to "bright, young minds" to attend their training facility.

IMPORTANT: THE LOYALTY NEURON:

And before we go any further, we need to get into Elias's fucked up genetics. This goes far beyond him, to his ancestor Ephraim McBride. A former suitor of Mother Miranda's.

When Miranda first discovered the mold, she knew that people were going to come for this power and for her. She wasn't scared of these outside forces, but she would have rather not have been interrupted while trying to do her work and bring back her daughter.

So, she did what any sane person would do and started to genetically experiment on her least insufferable suitor- Ephraim- using the mold and wolf DNA to create the perfect guard dog. This early version of the lycan could pass as a human, but had inhuman strength, speed, hearing, and sense of smell.

They also came equipped with the Loyalty Neuron, a switch in their brain that when triggered left them imprinted on whoever triggered it. Loyal to a fault, protective to the point of being willing to die for their attached, and (in some, but not all) virtually unable to deny them a request.

it slowed down the aging process, but didn't halt it. Luckily, the Gene was passed down to his decedents. Including one who ran from Miranda's cruelty by taking refuge in the states. And now we're here!

Code Veronica:

Skipping over some important bits here, but what you need to know is that in 1987 Elias was caught by Umbrellas "misappropriating" company assets (stealing samples of progenitor and T.) Wesker helped him fake his own death to get away from Umbrella so they wouldn't kill him. Elias perceived this as Albert saving his life, and as such triggered the Loyalty Neuron. Cool? Cool!

*Note, I know the picture says he faked his death in 1992, I need to update his reference sheet

Elias's first appearance! At this point he had spent just over 10 years forcefully separated from Wesker, and is genuinely still processing the relief of being near him again. Elias had always been prone to...obsessive, tendencies, and the Loyalty Neuron (henceforth referred to as LN) makes everything so much worse and more intense as we will soon see. He's giddy, and spends most of the gaming coming off as a psychotic asshole. spends even MORE of the game bullying Chris and trying to make his life hell out of spite and jealousy. I mean, the man Elias has unwittingly dedicated his entire soul and being too won't shut up about this guy, can you blame him for being petty?

Also, shoots Grant in the chest, so, ya know dad of the year really

Resident Evil 4:

It's at this point Elias really starts coming into his own, developing a sick fascination with Las Plagas and happily dedicating any free time he has into researching it for Wesker. He also adopts two lab rats that he got attached too purely because humans will pack bond with anything, so really he's thriving.

He's both incredibly shocked and not at all surprised to see Grant with this Leon guy in Spain. He's a man who despite his faith in science also believes in fate and destiny, the universal narrative and all that jazz. Of course he'd come across his magnum opus and his first, greatest mistake now: while he was teetering on the precipice of something big.

Thing is, he fucking hates Saddler. He sees him as annoying, childish, and too idiotic to think beyond his on myopic desires. So, whenever he's sure that it's not going to interfere with Albert's ultimate goal of getting the amber, he's not above pulling the strings behind the scene to make sure that asshole gets put right back in his place in hell.

also to make sure that Grant gets cured of Las Plagas, but he won't admit it and will physically fight you if you try to call him out on it

Resident Evil 5:

Okay, so Elias is in bad shape here. Post Lost in Nightmares, Wesker discovered both Elias's and Spencer's research on the LN. Once he realizes just how deep Elias's loyalty and admiration go for him, Wesker takes full advantage of this new found power dynamic.

Not that Elias is complaining. Once Wesker starts to spiral in to mania, Elias isn't far behind. Suddenly, ever word out of Wesker's mouth is gospel, and Elias full intends to see his vision of a new world all the way through- even if Uroboros consumes him in the end.

He's fully aware of what's happening and what they're doing, and some small part of him begs him to stop. To figure out how to walk away. Sometimes, late at night he'll let that voice ring in his ears, but never more for a few moments before he remembers that that part of him is stupid and should die. He's in it for the long haul with Wesker, and as long as Wesker keeps saying all the right things to him he will gladly keep being his dog.

This also just so happens to be the first game where he tries to kill Grant for real for real, no shooting him where he knows Grant's wearing kevlar, the kid gloves are OFF. Why? Well, because his Weskee asked him too ofc.

Yeah, you're never gonna guess how he reacted to the end of the game.

Resident Evil 6:

TW: SUICIDE IDEATIONS

The answer was "Not Well."

With his attached gone the LN has basically set Elias into self destruct mode. In fact, the only reason he hasn't is because one of the final orders Wesker ever gave him was for him to live. So here he is.

Though, he wouldn't exactly call this living.

He finds out via Ada of all people that some asshole has stolen his entire life's work, as well as the life's work of his soulmate, to use for sex pest shit of all things, and SUDDENLY he has a reason to live again, albeit temporary.

Knowing he can't take this one on his own, he manages to contact Grant (who was in the middle of his own crisis thanks to Chris fucking wondering off this plane of existence) letting him know that he has insider knowledge on the C-Virus and can help him get revenge for his fallen teammates as long as Grant helps him kill Simmons first.

Oh, and also "I'll finally tell you why you're so fucking weird. No, it's not progenitor...that's probably not helping though. Yeah...yeah, my bad."

He gets his mini redemption arch here, actually fighting with the good guys for once and finally fully in control of his own actions for what feels like the first time in well...ever.

He's still not sure where Wesker ends and he begins though.

He finally explains their entire family history, giving them the tip on Miranda and permanently altering Chris and Grant's relationship in irreparable ways. The BSAA deems him a valuable asset that "wasn't working under his own volition" and decided to keep him around for their own use.

Grant shoots him in the head anyways. Don't worry, it's a mercy killing. It's what Elias would have wanted 💖💖💖

[thatfoxnamedfinley]

War eats the victors last aka Iron Gold thoughts

So apparently some people think that this is one of the weakest books?

lmao if that's the case then I'm FUCKED

because I liked this book a lot

Is it really because of the multiple POVs?

Apple is nuts

I found Darrow FASCINATING

Lysander is..........Lysander

I actually don't have much to say tbh

BUT

spoilers under the cut

lets gOOOOoooooo

Okay so I see so much interesting talk about this book. Some people love it, some hate it.

I really liked this book. For a few reasons.

1.) Darrow's POV was FASCINTING. He's actually suffering from the consequences of his decisions. He's running away from being a father. It's even mentioned by the Senate that he only know war. And if he's been fighting since he was 17 and he's 33 now...yeah. That's...valid. And Darrow has moments of reflection where he realizes it. He realizes he's not a good father, that he is away from his child and will possibly die for a cause just like his own father. He's almost stunted in how he is able to show and receive love.

ALSO!!! He's shown almost as a villain from everyone else's perspective. And I LOVE that. It's so different.

AND! I actually find a rift between Darrow and Sevro interesting. I almost WANT to see that. I know that's crazy and self harming XD but it's interesting!

2.) I actually like Ephraim's story. Volga was awesome. I was back and forth with liking this story because Ephraim is an asshole but he's also funny and knows what's right, which he does at the end.

3.) Apple was nuts. He's gunna be a problem. Mid fight when Apple hugs Darrow and is like "YOU CUT A PATH LIKE AN ANGEL FROM THE SKIES" and me and Darrow are like

4.) Victra is an icon. "Politics is such a bore without a little murder" lmaaaooo

Wasn't a huge fan of Lyria but I did like her love for Kavax. OR DANCER. LIKE WTF BRO YOU ARE THE ONE WHO RECRUITED DARROW FOR WAR AND NOW THAT HE'S WARRING (btw after he has a victory and claims Mercury) HE'S CALLED A WARMONGER. like ok

you literally engineer a living weapon and pushed him to make hard choices but DARROW is the problem ok ok ok COOL dawg

YO WHEN I THOUGHT KAVAX WAS KILLED I WAS SCREAMING

I was like "if u touch 1 single hair on Sophocles' head, I will never read another page of this series (lie)".

THAT ONE SCENE WHEN HE'S ABOUT TO BE DETAINED BITCH and a few Greys are like HAIL REAPER and he's able to escappeeee yesss bitccchhh

The ending scene with the Ash Lord was awesome. "War eats the victors last." Goosies bitch. I did see that he was "incapacitated" coming. I knew it. Not seen in 3 years???? ok he's either dead or the daugher Atlantia is in power. So I did see that coming. That conversation was still amazing, especially that he seemed to show no hate for Darrow. THEN HE WAS BURNED dope dope dope

I really don't have too many more thoughts, this felt like a set up for the next couple books

Which, the next book is called DARK AGE gr8

I'm starting it tonight so wish me luck

oh I will say that I didn't like that it felt that Virginia had like NO power at all

The Senate fucking SUCKS

they're assholes

[bright-side20]

HOFAS SPOILER (concerning the Cauldron)

_First let's go back to Rhys's explanation of the mating bonds:

“What decides it? Who decides it?” Rhys straightened his lapels before plucking an invisible piece of lint from them. “Fate, the Mother, the Cauldron’s swirling eddies …”

It is clearly stated that the bond can be decided by fate, the mother, or the cauldron.

“There is choice. And sometimes, yes—the bond picks poorly. Sometimes, the bond is nothing more than some … preordained guesswork at who will provide the strongest offspring. At its basest level, it’s perhaps only that. Some natural function, not an indication of true, paired souls.” A smile at me—at the rareness, perhaps, of what we had'.…' Many mated pairs will try to make it work, believing the Cauldron selected them for a reason. Only years later will they realize that perhaps the pairing was not ideal in spirit.”

There are bonds only to provide the strongest offspring, like Rhys's parents or Tamlin's parents bond and there are rare bonds of true paired souls like Feysand and Nessian bond.

HOFAS:

The Cauldron was of our world, our heritage. But upon arriving here, the daglan captured it and used their power to twist it. To turn it into something more lethal. No longer a tool of creation, but of destruction.

An explanation by a Daglan:

We gathered our power and imbued these gifts in the Cauldron, so that it would work our will. With this, the treasures were made. And then we connected the essence of the Cauldron to the soul of this world. Destroy the Cauldron and you destroy this world. One cannot exists without another.

The Cauldron was turned by the Daglan to serve their agenda, and they connected it to Prythian in a way that if anyone tries to destroy it, Prythian will be destroyed as well.

_Now, let's get an idea about the Asteri's aka Daglan breeding system:

Celestina only said, “He departs tomorrow. I shall visit his keep next month if there is not … a change in my situation by then.”If she hadn’t gotten pregnant.

Hunt nodded, even as disgust and rage curled through him. The Asteri had ordered this, done this. They’d make Celestina keep going to Ephraim until she was pregnant with the child they wanted her to bear. Another little Archangel for them to mold into a monster.

Doesn't it sound like 'producing strong' offspring, 'natural function'?

What if the Asteri back in Prythian manipulated the cauldron to create mating bonds, knowing the importance of it for the Fae, so they could benefit from their children and manipulate them?

I don't know why antis kept accusing Elriels of spreading misinformation, considering our conclusions are based on what's written in the books.

The Cauldron literally operates under Daglan's system, so it can't be trusted; indeed, it is not a perfect matching system.

_Let's get back to these important scenes:

"If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate.”.... “The mating bond. It is a bridge between souls.”

Madja here is clearly addressing the real meeting bond—the one of paired souls.

Lucien:

“There’s a bond—it’s a real thread,” he said, more to himself than us. .... “And I got to Elain’s end of it when she ran off.” “Did you sense anything?” “No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek. Whatever he’d felt, it wasn’t what we were looking for. Even if we had no idea what, precisely, that was.

Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?”

Azriel :

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

I think this was foreshadowing. Even though a bond exists between them, Lucien wasn't able to sense the change in Elain, while Azriel managed to discern it.

What if the Cauldron's bond between Lucien and Elain, described as 'a thread tied to a rib,' is what was considered a 'natural function'? Yet, there exists another bond between her and Azriel, 'a bridge between souls,' and they are the true paired souls by the mother or the fate . What if the Cauldron was wrong?

I know the antis argument of that means Lucien is stronger than Az, which is why the Cauldron chose him for Elain. When the bond snapped between them, Azriel was out of power, literally dying. It's another reason the Cauldron might be wrong.

Also, the argument: if the Cauldron is corrupted and loves Elain, then she's a villain.

Duh? Why not consider that even though it's corrupted, it recognized Elain's pure heart and her power, the different kind of strength concentrated in her kindness? If she influenced it, maybe she has the ability to fix the Cauldron, turning it back to its original purpose, a tool of creation, not destruction.

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@armatization / xx.

Eirika was not prone to fits of violence. It was not her nature. She valued peace and diplomacy above all else.

However, she sometimes felt like making an exception for Innes.

"Do not forget who holds my brother's confidence more than any other. I may not be in line to sit upon the throne, but I have a very good idea of the pressures it entails. As I support Ephraim, I hope to support you as well." No matter how she wished to wrap her hands around his neck sometimes, Innes was still her friend. She had known him since childhood.

She was almost willing to accept the sentiment of his words. As he meant a great deal to her, so she did to him. The drive to protect someone close to you could overshadow all sense.

“I will not allow that to happen, because I love you, Eirika.”

Was this his idea of a confession?! Confusion, then rage, and then exasperation ran through her.

It was no secret to Eirika — though it was one to both Innes and Ephraim — that Innes held feelings for her brother. Eirika could be blind and she would see it. At some point, his feelings had become misplaced on her, and if she had to listen to him again insinuate that she was the one who held her brother in such lofty standards, she might very well break her own morals and strangle him.

Ephraim, of course, had no idea of Innes's affections. Her brother thought the Frelian prince hated him.

The other issue she took with his so-called confession was that what if she did love him? His thoughtlessly spoken words would give only false hope. Yet he had no idea.

"Innes," she started slowly, knowing she needed to be tactful in how she spoke. "I care for you a great deal as well. However, I caution you to not use such words so casually unless you really mean them."

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Bilton and Scaggs

Back when I was working in the map of Soho, I got to Bilton and Scaggs Hats and Caps. There is so much to say about this shop and its history, and it is so interesting that it warrants its own post, so here we are

Bilton and Scaggs Publishers was a London publishing firm in the 1600's, we don't really know when it was established though. They were not one of the eight great publishers of London, but they were doing well enough, after all, it was able to survive its three major publishing disasters (which occurred in rapid succession). Alas, it looks like Bilton and Scaggs, publishers went out of business somewhere in the 1890's and the milliner who set up shop there, kept the name. Nowadays, only Aziraphale knows the full story. What follows are details of their disasters. They are quite funny, unless you are Master Bilton or Master Scaggs of course :P

The first one was in 1651; when they accidentally printed the so called Buggre Alle This Bible. This very rare misprinted Bible had a few verses added to Genesis and a variation in Ezekiel. Of course our angel owns one copy. Genesis chapter 3 normally has 24 verses where the last one goes like this: "24. So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life." The three additional ones go like this:

25. And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying Where is the flaming sword which was given unto thee? 26. And the Angel said, I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next. 27. And the Lord did not ask him again.

"It appears that these verses were inserted during the proof stage. In those days it was common practice for printers to hang proof sheets to the wooden beams outside their shops, for the edification of the populace and some free proofreading, and since the whole print run was subsequently burned anyway, no one bothered to take up this matter with the nice Mr. A. Ziraphale, who ran the bookshop two doors along and was always so helpful with the translations, and whose handwriting was instantly recognizable." The other issue with this Bible was a little change in Ezekiel 48:5 and it is the change that gives the Bible its name:

2. And bye the border of Dan, fromme the east side to the west side, a portion for Afher. 3. And bye the border of Afher, fromme the east side even untoe the west side, a portion for Naphtali. 4. And bye the border of Naphtali, from the east side untoe the west side, a portion for Manaffeh. 5. Buggre Alle this for a Larke. I amme sick to mye Hart of typefettinge. Master Biltonn if no Gentelmann, and Master Scagges noe more than a tighte fisted Southwarke Knobbefticke. I telle you, onne a daye laike thif Ennywone with half an oz. of Sense shoulde bee oute in the Sunneshain, ane nott Stucke here alle the liuelong daie inn thif mowldey olde By-Our-Lady Workefhoppe. @ “Æ@;! 6. And bye the border of Ephraim, from the east fide even untoe the west fide, a portion for Reuben.

What we can conclude from here is that Aziraphale owned a bookshop in the 1650's that was in the same block as Bilton and Scaggs Publishers. From the deleted scenes in the script book we know he opened A. Z. Fell & Co. in 1800. But there is nothing saying he couldn't have owned a bookshop with a different name decades or centuries before. The bookshop tour special feature from the S1 DVD says he's had it for 350 years. Counting from 2020, that would put it at around 1670. But if we generalize to around 2000, that means the shop could have been there in the 1650's. This more or less matches this ask where it is explained that Aziraphale bought the land in 1630 and over the next 60 years (1690ish) he expanded and built the current bookshop.

Sorry for the tangent, back to Bilton and Scaggs.

The second publishing disaster occurred in 1653 when somehow they obtained one of the famed Shakespeare's "Lost Quartos" and subsequently lost it (the three Shakespeare plays never reissued in folio edition and now are totally lost to scholars and playgoers. Their names are "The Comedie of Robin Hoode, or, The Forest of Sherwoode", "The Trapping of the Mouse", and finally "Golde Diggers of 1589." In S2 Episode 6 we see all three folios inside the box Gabriel brought with him. I am sure if asked directly, Aziraphale will assure you that he has no idea how those pamphlets got into that box. It was completely empty only four days ago!

The third and final disaster happened in 1655 and involved a prophecy book that didn't sell a single copy and ended up being the first book remaindered in England: "The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, witch." Not even the sign "Locale Author" attached to the book helped sell it in the author's home town in Lancashire. At the end the publisher destroyed all the unsold copies. Aziraphale, however, seems to have found the 1655 catalog from Bilton and Scaggs that contained only the 1972 prophecy "Do not buy Betamax."

I do find interesting that although evidently Aziraphale had a close relationship with Master Bilton and Master Scaggs, he still failed to secure a copy of the prophecies. It was printed right there! Next to you! How did that happen? Where were you, Aziraphale??!!