#everything you post regarding the fiance reminds me of a conversation we had on that like half a year ago

[coffeecur-blog]

ooc; @ficklepilferer keeps accidentally reminding me of how my first ever idea for a p5 muse was Haru’s ex-fiance

That was it, that was my #1 choice.  Sojiro ended up as #2.

[divergent-one-1984]

Ongoing Organized Crime Ring, Community Harassment / Targeted Harassment in Astoria, NY neighborhood under the jurisdiction of 114th Precinct

At exactly 5:33 pm ( a few minutes ago) my apartment bell rang and no one was there, this harassment tactic happens frequently, to basically disturb my peace, the bell will be rung and nobody is there or someone rings the bell, but they are not coming for me, they are usually calling for the neighbors next door, or they will ring my bell and ask for random people, the last couple of times this occured, someone claiming to be from Uber Eats was asking for Mohammed, and someone else, I think it was a food delivery as well asking for Sam.

The name Mohammed is reference to the harassment I am experiencing from mostly Muslim people and Abdoulaziz Barry, a former friend and colleague, who happens to be Muslim, I met while employed at NYC Department of Education, where my harassment first presented itself to me as Workplace Mobbing in late 2015 I confided in this person regarding my harassment in the workplace and remained friends with him after resigning NYC Department of Education in April 2016, he engaged in a weird gaslighting conversation with me over Google Chat in May 2016, therefore Irespextfully and politely ended the friendship and have not spoken to him since, another irrelevant person from my past who I am constantly reminded of even.

The name Sam is a reference to Devin Elton Thompson, a former sexual / romantic encounter, who has not been a relevant part of my life since 2011. This references a polyamorous relationship he was trying to get me to engage in with a person named Sam. As he explained it I would be "wifey", while she would be the side chick I guess, or the other woman, whatever. I don't judge but I don't believe in / engage in polyamorous relationships, which is one of the reasons he became irrelevant over a decade ago.

People should be able to live the lives they want, no restrictions, no judgement, no limits.

Respect people and their choices and move on if lifestyles and views don't align.

So 5:33 has significance as a psychological harassment tactic referred to as Number Harassment. The ex fiance whom I am harassed about pretty much on a daily basis, whom I posted about earlier today because some.other harassment referencing him. He has not been a relevant figure in my life since 2007 yet these people reference him on a daily basis in my psychological harassment.

The cell phone number this man had when we were together, and with whom I eventually entered into a family plan with (the cell phone number from which my personal data was obtained and used as fodder for psychological harassment) started with the digits 533.

There was an additional harassment situation that occurred today referencing this man, which I don't feel like getting into because if I talked about everything done to me everyday I would be typing incessantly, literally 24/7, so I post when I feel like it....plus I don't want to give these assholes that much energy, its not in my personality to pay attention to strangers and morons that don't warrant my time or energy, if your daily activity is based on harassing me, in some instances for several years you are a sad example of a human being, and one of the lowest pieces of shit on the planet, I dont want to give more energy than I already have to because you have infiltrated my life.

All I do is mind my business, watch tv or listen to music most days, while being a caregiver to a bed ridden relative. I don't mess with these people or people in general but they continue to mess with me everyday, all day.

[valamerys]

Out of Feathers, Out of Bones [an elucien epistolary fic] part 1

Elain travels Prythian learning to accept her new life and powers, but better than any glittering court is her tentative correspondence with her mate. (rated g, set post-acowar so minor spoilers)

on ao3

Lady Elain,

I hope this letter finds you well. And I also hope it isn’t overly presumptuous of me to send this at all. I wrote to Feyre a month ago, telling her I’d be longer in the spring court than I planned; They need all the assistance they can get reorganizing after the war. Is it right to call it a war when it lasted less than a month? The extended skirmish. No, sorry, that makes it sound silly, and the death toll was

I’ve already restarted this letter four times, and Tamlin does not possess an unlimited supply of stationery, so I’m going to keep going. My apologies for that babbling and any in the rest.

Feyre mentioned in her reply that you’ve gone to the Winter Court with Mor, to visit Kallias’s new wife and her sister. She suggested I write to you; I told myself I wouldn’t, and managed to hold out for a whole two days. So, finally arriving at the purpose of this letter, I wanted to ask: I’ll be returning to Velaris in another three weeks. Will I see y  When are you What about you? And how are you finding the Winter Court? It’s a bit too cold for my tastes, even with the fire powers.

Give my regards to Mor, and to Kallias.

Lucien

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Lucien,

Feyre told me you might write! I’m glad you did. (She also told me you were worried about me. That’s very sweet of you. I know we didn’t get much time to talk after the battle, but I really am much better than I was when you left for the continent.)

I’m afraid I don’t know when I’ll be back from the Winter Court. Mor, as much as she adores Viviane, is eager to end her vacation and return to sort out the Court of Nightmares, but I’m here for a different purpose. Kallias and Viviane have a Seer in their court, a woman by the name of Orianna; she’s lovely, and very generously teaching me how to better handle the visions and hone my power. Did you know there are different kinds of crystals that help Seers with different kinds of visions? And ones that help with the side effects. The best Seers can even use them to project their visions for others to see!

I’m sorry, I must be boring you. I’m still not adjusted to how very old High Fae get to be; you must know everything by your age.

In any case, the Winter Court is also a great deal of fun; Viviane taught me how to ice skate! And if I thought it would be happy anywhere but Winter, there’s a very sweet little polar bear cub I’d bring back to Velaris with me, when I eventually go. (The grown polar bears are quite fierce. They rather remind me of Nesta. Don’t tell her I said that.)

I hope Spring is treating you well! I would like to see it some day, if only for the flowers.

Elain Archeron

P.S.  Kallias says hello in return. (Although what he actually did, finding out we're writing to each other, was laugh until Viviane elbowed him in the ribs.)

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Lady Elain,

I’m glad to hear you’re having a good time in the Winter Court, but I assure you, I am far from knowing everything, even at three hundred and fifty-seven. (If it’s any consolation, I’m not considered very old by High Fae standards. An old tutor of mine, the oldest Faerie I’ve ever met, was pushing six thousand, and High Fae may not physically age as humans do, but the male looked like he was a sneeze away from crumbling into dust.)

Spring is very much recovering from the War, in terms of both infrastructure and politics, but it’s fine. Not very long ago I would never have dreamed of leaving it, but now I have no desire to stay. The Night Court isn’t my first relocation choice, to be honest, but Rhys and Feyre are good rulers as well as friends, and I could do much worse than making myself useful to them for a while.

Speaking of Feyre, I have a confession to make. I am I was worried about you—not because of the way you were when I left for the Continent, but because of what Feyre told me happened with your former fiance while I was away. I wanted to tell you: I’m so, so sorry you had to go through that. And I’m sorry for the part I played in the conversation, however unwittingly. It’s terrible enough to lose someone you love; I can’t imagine what it’s like to experience cruelty like that from them as well.

Feyre also told me you like tending plants, and plan on starting a garden at the townhouse when you eventually return.

Before I leave the Spring Court, are there any seeds you’d like me to bring with me to Velaris for you to plant in it? You’re right about the flowers here being stunning, and i thought I could help you with the   I don’t know what Velaris has in the way of foliage, so I thought you might want some of your own.

Lucien

P.S. 

Don’t worry, I would never, ever dream of telling Nesta she in any way resembles a polar bear. I only have one eye left and I’d like it to stay in my head.

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Lucien,

The joke about your eye made me laugh so loudly I startled a flock of icebirds out on the lawn. Should I return to the Night Court any time soon, I promise to defend you from Nesta’s sharp nails!

The offer to bring me seeds is very thoughtful, thank you. I was worried no Spring Court plant would grow in Velaris, chilly as it is, but Feyre has said she’ll find me access to a greenhouse, so the climate difference is no object—still, I hardly know what to ask for. Prythian has a much larger array of life than the human realm did! Why don’t you bring me a handful of seeds of whatever flower is your favorite?

I appreciate your sympathy, but please don’t apologize for anything Graysen said, none of it was your fault. And really, it was for the best; better to have gone through it and discovered his capacity for cruelty now rather than after I’d married him. Nesta always says this when we talk about it, and I know she’s right. But still hurts more than I could have imagined it would. And, maybe worst of all, it makes me feel like a terrible fool: how can I still be in love with him, when he said those things to me? But I am. And I know if he showed up tomorrow, apologized on his knees, and asked me to have him, I would, even knowing his father might kill me, even knowing he’s human and I’m not. I know it will pass, that I’ll eventually stop missing him, stop feeling like an impostor for going out and laughing with Mor and Viviane when part of me feels like a dead, heavy weight. I just wish it would pass faster. I still haven’t taken off his ring. It feels like if I do, I admit that he’s really never going to come back for me. And I know he’s not, I know that, but still, my heart can’t take it.

I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to hear any of this.

Please don’t feel obligated to respond if I’ve made you uncomfortable.

Elain

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Elain,

I wish

I’m sorry

I’m glad you

Please, please don’t feel bad for talking about Graysen. I want nothing but to help you in any way I can. If that means you writing an entire book about Graysen and having me read it, I’d do it happily.

I don’t know if Feyre has told you, but I lost a fiance too, once. A very long time ago. Her name was  She was The circumstances were different, of course, but—I understand some part of your pain. And again, I’m so sorry. No one should have to go through that.

For whatever it’s worth, it… really does get better. I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re tired of hearing that. Grief doesn’t ever really go away, but time lessens it, makes it bearable, makes it so that it’s light enough to carry around, and eventually, ignore. Don’t be hard on yourself if the process is slow, and tell me if there’s anything I can do to help you, ever.

Also, It turns out that under pressure I have no idea what my favorite flower is, and so in what is probably a lapse in decision-making, I brought you an entire suitcase of bags of different kinds of seeds. Rhys seems to wonder if I’ve left part of my sanity on the Continent.

Take care of yourself. And if you feel so inclined, let me know how your Seer studies are going; my knowledge of crystals is woefully deficient.

Lucien

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Lucien,

You’re very kind. Thank you for your sympathies, and your offer to help. I’m really alright, usually, but some days are harder than others. And I’m sorry for your own loss— Feyre told me a little about it, but I was glad to hear it from you.

(And thank you also for the seeds! Although I hope poor Rhys doesn’t think I intend to completely overrun his court with flowers.)

My studies are going well! We’ve gone from merely managing my visions to increasing my temporal range; right now I can only see a few weeks into the future, at best, but Orianna says with my ability I should be able to look across decades once she’s done with me. Of course, everything is still very sporadic; Seeing is not an exact science to begin with, and I exhaust myself quickly when I try too hard to make it one. But in general, it’s exciting, to start to feel ownership of my power. For so many weeks all I wanted was to be rid of it, but I’ve seen the good Orianna does in her court, and it gives me a sense of purpose to know I can do the same.

How is Velaris treating you, now that you’re back? I hope Nesta hasn’t been too unkind.

Elain

P.S.

I’ve deliberated whether to say this in every letter I’ve sent you, and I finally have the courage to ask. Do you feel me? The way I feel you? There’s the strangest sensation in my chest, especially when I wake up and fall asleep, and I… think it’s you. I think I feel you on the other side of it.

I’m so sorry, having written it, that was a strange and inappropriate thing to say. I still don’t quite comprehend the idea of mates, or bonds. I must sound like a child to you, ignorant as I am about it. But this is all new to me, and a little frightening, and as much as I speak to Viviane and Feyre about it… the nature of this connection, I suppose, is that the only one who can really help me understand... is you.

Please write soon.