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anotherhumaninthisworld · 1 year ago

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Can you please tell me some wholesome facts about the revolutionaries? 😊

In his notes on Robespierre (written somewhere right after thermidor) Fréron claims that, at least while at college, ”one cannot remember to have seen him laugh once.” But then later he writes that ”the witty naiveties of Camille Desmoulins made Robespierre laugh until he cried.”

On January 23 1793, Lucile Desmoulins writes in her diary about witnessing the funeral procession of Louis-Michel le Peletier, a deputy murdered on the 20th after having voted for death during the king’s trial. She was very touched by what she saw and couldn’t stop her tears for a while. After all her guests have left that evening she can’t stand to be alone with her thoughts, so ”I ran to D(anton’s). He was moved to see me still pale and defeated. We drank tea, I supped there.”

In his memoirs, Barras reports the following about Augustin Robespierre:

[Napoleon] informed me that a woman of the lower classes, who had been assisted by Robespierre the Younger, had been arraigned before the Revolutionary Tribunal and sentenced to death during his absence from Paris, and that on his return he had expressed disapproval of the sentence, sent for the twelve-year-old son of that woman, clothed him, and admitted him to his table; the boy feeling sad, Ricord commanded him to drink to the health of the Republic, but the lad refused; thereupon Robespierre the Younger, addressing Ricord, said to him: ”Respect such a character. You would not do as much under similar circumstances."

On October 20 Couthon wrote a very clingy letter to Saint-Just while away on a mission to Lyon — ”You haven't written me a line, my friend, since we parted; I blame you for it, because you promised me that in any case of absence, you would give me your news. […] You know, my dear friend, that I need, to console myself for the evils that overwhelm me, testimonies of interest from those I esteem; tell me then that you exist, that you are well, that you have not forgotten me, and I will be happy.”

Le Bas also wrote quite warmly about SJ in a letter to his wife dated November 28 1793:

We went this morning, Saint-Just and I, to visit one of the highest mountains at the top of which is an old fort in ruins, placed on an immense rock. We both felt, looking around, a delicious feeling. This is the first day that we have had a break. […] Saint-Just is almost as eager as I to see Paris again. I promised him dinner from your hand. I’m glad you don’t hold it against him; he is an excellent man; I love and esteem him more and more by every passing day. The Republic has no more ardent, more intelligent defender. The most perfect agreement, the most constant harmony reigned among us. What makes him even dearer to me is that he often talks to me about you and consoles me as much as he can. He sets a high value, it seems to me, on our friendship, and he says things to me from time to time with a very good heart.

Élisabeth Le Bas confirms her husband’s feelings for Saint-Just in her memoirs, when describing the relationship between the three while on a mission together:

Saint-Just had the most delicate attentions for me en route and the considerations of a tender brother. At each relay station, he descended from the coach to see if anything was missing, for fear of an accident. He saw me suffering so much that he feared for me. He was, at last, so good and so attentive to my sister-in-law and me that the trip did not seem long to us. My beloved was very sensitive to all his kindnesses and gave him all his recognition. To pass the time, these messieurs would read us Molière plays or some passages from Rabelais, and sang Italian airs; they made every effort to distract us and make me forget my suffering.

When Camille on December 11 1790 was finally given permission by Lucile’s parents to marry their daughter, he described his reaction the following way: ”When her mother told me a moment ago, she brought me to her room; I threw myself on Lucile’s lap; surprised at hearing her laugh I open my eyes, hers were in no better state than mine, she was all in tears, she was even crying profusely and yet she was still laughing. I have never seen such a delightful spectacle, and I would not have imagined that nature and sensibility could unite these two contrasts to such an extent.”

In February 1793 Camille and Lucile went on a short trip to Essonne, where they lived alone in an old castle and amused themselves with going for walks, riding donkeys, fishing and boating. In a letter to her mother Lucile reports: ”You would laugh if you saw C(amille) as a boatman, rowing as hard as he can and at any moment flanking the boat against the first point of land that it meets. What a pity that it isn’t summer! […] Write to me as soon as possible to let is know the day you have chosen for us to pick you up at Essonne in a cabriolet and me on my donkey.”

On August 9 1793, Madame Roland was joined in prison by Pétion’s wife Anne Madeleine Françoise and ten year old son Louis Étienne Jérôme. Judging by what she wrote in her memoirs and letters (1, 2, 3), it would appear like she took them both under her wing:

I suffered for my poor companion beyond words. It was I who undertook the sad task of preparing her for the blow she hardly expected, and of announcing it to her (Most likely a reference to the death of Anne’s mother, executed in Paris on September 24 1793). I was sure to bring to it the alleviations that another would perhaps have found with difficulty, because it is only my position that could make me share her pain so well. This circumstance caused her to be sent to me; we eat together, and she likes to spend most of the days near me; I work much less, but I am useful, and this feeling makes me taste a kind of charm that the tyrants do not know. […] I receive Lady B's letters with gratitude. I do not know them, I intend to make them useful for two people, I will have little P(étion) read them; I had only Thompson which he could not yet understand.

Éléonore Duplay also appears to have been a huge support to her little sister Élisabeth and two month old nephew Philippe while the three sat in prison together after thermidor. In her memoirs, Élisabeth writes — ”Oh! I will not in a lifetime forget you! For without you I would have succumbed; but, with your courage, you revived my strength and made me see that I had a great task to fulfill, that I had a son, that I needed to live for him. […] No, good dear sister Éléonore, I will not forget your devotion to me and your poor little nephew in a lifetime; my recognition will be eternal!”

Lucile Desmoulins and Hébert’s wife Marie Marguerite Françoise they too seem to have been rather inseparable both while in prison together and on their way to the scaffold.

After the death of Phillippeaux and Desmoulins, the former’s wife Marguerite became friends with the latter’s mother-in-law Annette. The two processed their grief together and also let their children, Auguste Phillippeaux (1787) and Horace Desmoulins (1792) get to know and play with each other. Five letters from Marguerite to Annette have been published, and they really are quite wholesome.

Other posts I’ve already made that contain wholesome stuff:

Cute animals compilation

Horace Desmoulins

Robespierre with children

#ok most of these are perhaps more bittersweet than wholesome #but that’s how it goes in the french revolution #if anyone has more feel free to add!#maximilien robespierre #augustin robespierre #camille desmoulins #lucile desmoulins #philippe lebas #élisabeth lebas #louis antoine saint just #manon roland

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ansbobcar · 8 months ago

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EP 12. A Mother's Wish

WORD COUNT. 1156

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Her rabbiphone rarely rung, she told herself as she picked it up from the counter. Something urgent must have happened at the Bureau, as she answered it, setting it down an a forearm away from her soiled station. “Hello?”

“It’s me, Auntie,” a familiar voice echoed through the speaker as she continued to re-pot a few plants. “How have you been?”

“The usual, I wasn’t expecting a call from you this early in the morning though,” she noted, bringing over another bucket. “What brings you to call me?”

“Apparently, Rinka has been dating Orter Madl for the past few months. Did you know that?” His voice mused with a sinister curiosity.

‘I didn’t take her to be interested in anyone apart from him,’ shuffling through her memories. She showed no signs of developing affections for anyone else. How did it change so suddenly? “Orter Madl? Isn’t he the Divine Visionary from last year?”

“Based on your tone, I presume that you don’t.”

“You know me too well,” she felt humoured by his words as her heart slowly sunk into unease.

“But… aren’t you worried?”

The sight of their fingers locked together amidst the crowd solidified this as more than a mere rumour and gossip. Her daughter who was hopelessly ridiculed and targeted by evils had strayed from it. Her daughter had been seduced. That could be the only reason she wasn’t notified beforehand, she watched as the young man collapsed forward with visible confusion.

‘He took in the potion more quickly than I thought.’

Unease settled into the atmosphere as her lovely child stood up and placed a pillow under his head. “Since when did I introduce you to your son-in-law? And I thought we had a deal?” as she examined his eyes. Unresponsive.

"I didn't hurt him, dear,” she began, clutching onto her hand with delicate firmness as she looked back into her brown eyes. “Just a calming potion. He's clearly a bad influence for you, I heard you got injured while going out on a date with him!” Her mother wasn’t supposed to know about that. “Please go back to the good man..."

She scoffed at this remark. “Didn’t you tell me there were no good men in this world?” yanking her hand away from hers.

"Then why are you in a relationship?! Didn't you make a promise to consult me first before you committed to one?" The brunette gripped onto her collar instead.

"That was because I didn't know any better when I was younger!” She screamed back at her before calmly stating, “I can make my own decisions now, you can help give advice. Isn't that how your own mother did it to you?”

Her golden eyes only strained towards her one and only daughter who smirked as the grip on her collar tightened. "We don't insinuate that name in this household, Rinka Ontarin!”

With little remorse the blonde uttered, “Don’t make me write out another rule, Mother.”

"This is all in your best interest, Rinka!" The older brunette pleaded, eyes welled up in anxiousness. "What if he finds out? Aren't you concerned about what will happen to you?” Oh what would she do without her sole purpose to live. Her reason to lead her life as it was, her fingers now cupped the young woman’s face from such a simplistic fear. “What if…”

"If that happens, then I'll follow along with you to the afterlife. That's how she would've wanted it, right?” she replied, her short silhouette wrapped its’ arms around the woman’s funeral gown, simplistic in it’s design. Her chest clutched by those words as the others eyed her child with more than just contempt.

Barely above a whisper yet as if she was on her knees, the mother murmured in hopefulness. "Promise me?” Her daughter’s hand held firmly onto her own at those words but her eyes gazed into her soul with pity. "You've nearly broken a promise already, I don't think you can keep up. It’s unwise to do such a thing.”

Tears drowned out her sense of loss as she was guided back to sit down. Nothing felt righteous, each choice equally staining her judgement further than the last. Perhaps, this was the transformation she had tried to postpone and veil just a little longer from it’s inevitable end. “Is it true then?”

Was she finally ready to leave behind such a frail old lady and begin living as herself? “You’re being too cryptic again.” Did she finally find a solution to their problems? “Not yet.” Was it atonement that she found? Or a companion to replace such a mother? “You’re being too harsh on yourself. Nobody can replace one’s own mother.” What about her wish? “Will it be fulfilled? I’m sure it will. I’ll make sure of it.”

"I... love you so much…”

"I love you too," a subtle warmth traced her cheek with those words as she tucked her mother and let her drink 2 teacups of her own potion to sleep.

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With two adults knocked unconscious by mere tea, Rinka searched the kitchen for traces of ingredients to such a concoction. It would be wise to know what her mother had made. A woman incapable of harming others intentionally.

Arrowroot, mint, lavender, dried mandragora, coral skeletons, “Sedative #36”, a pestle, and tea strainer were found lying about, or pooled in the sink. Pacing back towards the teapot, there was a lingering scent she hadn’t picked up on before but it was familiar. Elementary in fact as she checked the contents of it. Nothing. Pure liquid.

“Based on the technique, it’s likely just tea mixed with a potion that induces lethargy,” she deduced. Although that also meant it’s much stronger than a mere calming potion. It would explain why Orter succumbed to the effects with more cups than her mother. It’s possible for a magic user to grow more immune with repeated exposure to such potions after all.

Her mother has barely bypassed both laws. A person receives a hefty fine or a maximum of 5 years in prison if they are found making, selling or distributing lethal homemade potions. She runs a vegetable business, so the need for a licence is avoided.

“The wake up elixir would be best but they both deserve a much needed break,” checking some jars. ‘Lethargy spells and potions never last long though, regardless of the dosage.’

‘But just incase, they might sleep in!’ Promptly using the kitchen to make it. The night passed by peacefully.

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We left early for work, you seemed really peaceful so we didn’t want to disturb you.

Sorry for the lack of goodbyes! I’ll see you soon!

Love,

Your one and only daughter

Flipping over the paper revealed another note with different handwriting. Droplets trickled and strained the small paper at the phrase.

I hope you’ll allow me to take care of her moving forward.

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This is like scheduled just before my birthday and my midcourses. Uhhh. I have like 2 episodes left but I'll probably post them in May (I am very distracted and my priorities are whack. I'm gonna die!)

#mashle oc #mashle fanfic idea #orter madl #mashle #mashle x oc #orter madl x oc #mashle fanfic #mashle x reader

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civildisorderstream · 1 year ago

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On Star Wars (Andor)

I know I do a lot of politics but can I be a Star Wars nerd here for a moment? If anyone needs to know my credentials I was born in the 80s and have digested most every piece of media and a lot of the books. There are few entries (ironically most of the films now) that I dislike.

Andor is like the best thing ever made for Star Wars. I didn't watch it yesterday or anything, but I've kinda been reliving it by exploring other peoples' live reactions to episodes and their video essays on the show and such. And it's sparked some hope and joy in me.

It's not just a matter of my personal sentiments regarding rebellion idolization and standing up against oppression. From the first film we were told: There is an Empire, and it is being rebelled against. And while that's generally a backdrop to the adventure stories, it doesn't get explored very often. Andor is the first mainstream exploration of that concept, to further cement what is at stake through all the other shows, films, video games, and book written. It is a good thing. And even setting aside the themes, as a production of work, it is spot on.

There's something to be said of the portrayal of evil in Andor vs the Star Wars series as a whole. In Star Wars people get shot pretty often with little regard, and in media where the Dark Side is being portrayed or described, it's very cartoonishly evil. Andor does away with all of that. Minutes into the show, two abusive law enforcement agents are shot - and the writers didn't do that just to show "yeah, this hero is a badass." The hero DWELLS on that because killing people in this show has consequences at a law enforcement level. When does that happen EVER in Star Wars? Life is actually given weight, even when it's the lives of the bad guys. And then there's the atrocities of the Empire. It's the little things people don't consider; control of cultures across occupied territories. Mandates and permits about who can participate in what celebration when and where and how. Even funerals are controlled. And while this is a work of fiction, it lands so well with people because of how imperialist and colonial powers have acted in real life and continue to right now as I write this.

I feel like the only people who dislike the show are people whose investment in any media boils down to, "give me the information of the plot's advancement." The sort of people who scoff at emotional grounding or investment on the audience's part. It's one thing if an artistic work fails to hook someone, that happens to me plenty of times (like Kingdom Hearts). But there are people who make a conscious effort to reject emotional investment or empathy or otherwise understanding an artist's intent. And I've gotta tell ya, I have no interest in being friends with people like that. They're making an effort to decouple from being human. Yikes.

#star wars #andor

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iriswestmedia · 1 year ago

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My review on The Worst of Evil

I can't connect to Park Joon-mo character at all

He is flat

From scene one

The starts with how he forget his wife is getting promotion

The dinner was a mess

Him feeling insecure because his wife is doing great at her job

Taking on mission without informing her for promotion so he can outrank her

Treating your wife as your competitor

That's such a turn off for me

Husband wife should be each other biggest cheerleaders not seeing each other as competition

What ever JoonMo does or say just piss me off like he is male lead Give him some dimension too

Jung GiCheol character has depth he is soo loyal gentle kind towards Euijung

GiCheol genuinely cared about Joonmo well being

Jung GiCheol developed such level of respect for everyone around him

and seeing being ruthless too his enemies is also a treat

Caring about his lover mother

Keeping tabs on her health

While Euijung real husband couldn't even bother to visit her dieing mother

Everyone here is praising the scene of him crying outside the funeral

But the scene after that ruined it for me

Joonmo couldn't bother to keep a relationship with his mother in law when she was the only one in Euijung family who truly accepted her as son in law

Made me more mad

Then Joon-mo almost got killed

Euijung trying to save his behind by making sure he is taken care and he gets angry because no one asked him

His whole takes reeks of Misogyny

He himself didn't as much as informed his wife about his promotional mission but how dare his wife did her job and went undercover to save his life without his permission

Lol

I love the actor but this character is nothing but a red flag from episode one

He is too Insecure

I have a feeling he will cheat on herwoth Chinese women and blame it on Euijung

#the worst of evil #dailyasiandramas #kdramanetwork #business proposal

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lordadmiralfarsight · 1 year ago

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Cultural christianity, and what it can look like

I often-ish see people get all upset and angry when cultural christianity is brought up, taking it as an insult. Most likely, they feel insulted because of past trauma related to abusive behaviour in the sect of christianity they were raised in. That, or they have delusions of grandeur about how rational and special and immune to religion they are and how dare people assume their perfect rational minds are affected in any way? (Don't worry, it's OK, I went through that phase too when I was a teen).

First off, I live in France, a country that has historically been rather Christian, Catholic to be exact, and only fairly recently moved towards more secular structures. Yes, a century since the law on secularism is a short time for a nation. Debate is still raging on what form that secularism should take, and talking about that debate would be a whole other post.

I was raised in a rather atheist familly, due in part to religious trauma in both my parents (even if they wouldn't necessarily think of it that way). My interactions with Catholicism have been limited to visiting churches for the art and stained glasses, a baptism I do not remember (due to being a baby at the time) and a handful of funerals. And I am going to supply you with an exemple of cultural christianity : last Saturday, I had a Catholic moment.

This was fairly topical, one could say, as I was going to visit the Mont Saint-Michel (very pretty, breathtaking vistas, strong recommend). I stopped at a supermarket to buy food for the road, and for the visit, one does need energy to climb up and down repeatedly on that rock, and everything costs an arm, a leg and the soul of your firstborn over there (or lots of money, if you're boring). I see a homeless person sitting outside, quietly hoping people give him some money. I walk along, awkward because I don't have money and I'd rather not have to tell someone "sorry, I can't help you, I don't have cash". I think this is bad, and resolve to buy him a sandwich, which I do. I also give him the sandwich, because just buying it on its own really isn't enough, the man can't eat his sandwich if I drive off with it, really defeats the purpose of the act.

Anyway. I sit down in my car, and have idle thoughts about how maybe that'll help me get the job I recently applied to and ... the Catholic Moment begins. Why am I hoping that? What can that realistically do? Did I give that man a sadnwich for selfish, supersititious reasons? Why would I "taint" this act of kindness with that superstition I don't even believe in?

And then the Catholic Moment ends. And I reassert reality. The guy doesn't care what was going on in my head when I bought and gave him a sandwich, he cares that he has a sandwich. He was smiling, thanked me and said it was nice. Who cares what was going on upstairs, I still gave him the damn sandwich. It's still an improvement in his life, however small. And it's OK to have idle thoughts about that kind of small hope, who cares so long as I don't try to force that on other people. And if it motivates other people to help someone, all the better. That act isn't tainted just because I thought the "wrong thoughts". The dude has his sandwich.

And that is cultural Christianity. I am an atheist, mostly by lack of care about spirituality, but still. But I was raised in a society that is still largely Catholic shaped. My parents were raised as Catholics and broke away later. My grandparents were Catholics. Their own parents were too. And looking back, a lot of my ancestors were more on the poor side of things, which made them even more Catholic.

That doesn't make me evil or bad or wrong. That just means my social and cultural software is cross-shaped due to centuries of previous updates being cross-shaped. And removing bits and bobs from it, and adding a few more, isn't going to change that. I just need to keep that in mind, so I can use that software in a way that takes into account people with non-cross-shaped software, and make sure I don't react in ways that hurt them.

The societies and cultures we live in were built over centuries or millenia, and are marked by our ancestors and what they believe in. You can break some walls, put in bigger windows and change the drapes, it's still the same building, and the crosses scratched into the mortar haven't gone away. But those crosses aren't stopping you from being more open, more friendly to other people. They don't stop people with software that isn't cross-shaped to set up their room as they please.

Just because you live in a building with crosses scratched into the mortar and the bricks, just because those crosses have been scratched into your brain by familliarity and repeatedly being seen, it doesn't make you evil, it doesn't make you wrong. It just means you've grown in there, and you may need to keep that in mind, to make sure those crosses scratched into your brain don't end up hurting someone or blinding you to someone's hurt.

Where you come from, where you grew up, doesn't reduce your worth as a human, and it's OK to carry on stuff from there. We all do. It's not a moral failing. All we're saying, is to take a good look at what those bits do to you, how they motivate your actions, and most importantly, when they tell you not to listen to others.

One of these little brain crosses is telling you that you're right, and everyone that thinks otherwise is wrong, because there is only One Truth, but are you sure you want to listen to that little cross? Are you sure you want to listen to the same little cross that caused your friend, parent, trusted adult figure, to hurt you and refuse to listen to you? Isn't it worth a go to listen to people whose software isn't cross-shaped, and try to understand where they come from?

It's not easy, I'm not going to lie. @athingofvikings can tell you, I stumbled a fair few times, in parts because he is litterally the first Jewish person I actually talked to. But he is a friend, a dear one, and I feel blessed to have met him and become his friend. I stumbled, but I keep my mind open to see my mistakes and correct them, and I do what I can to make sure those brain crosses aren't hurting people, and I got several great friends out of the deal. Imagine the friends you can find, if you just accept them as they are and keep the crosses in check?

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alistairs · 1 year ago

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For the Seven Colors, Anson please do Silver 1, Red 3 and 5, Blue 1 and 5, Black 1 + 3 + 5, Purple 1, Gold 2 and 5

⚔️ Ask me stuff about my BG3 boys based on on the Seven Colours of Medieval Heraldry! 🛡️

Many thank!!

Does your OC feel comfortable during times of peace? Or do they only truly know who they are during times of war or conflict? Do they always need an “enemy” to focus upon? Or even just a rival?

He’s definitely more comfortable during times of war/conflict, he’s good at those. Peace feels way more uncomfortable. And having an enemy to focus on lets him forget all the unsettling bloodthirst shit that’s going on in his mind at all times.

Is your OC usually magnanimous in victory - whether against a defeated foe, or against a friend in a game or competition? Or perhaps they enjoy exulting in their success at the expense of others? Perhaps with ribald mockery or spiteful vengeance?

He very much adheres to the Douse the Flame of Hope. Tennent of his paladin oath. He has to cursh his enemies so utterly that there’s no chance of them ever coming back from it. He’s not super big on exulting his successes, though- at least not anymore since losing his memories. But he’s perfectly chill when winning against friends in games or competitions, that doesn’t mean much to him.

Does your OC harbour resentment towards a particular person, group or faction? Or are they perhaps part of a widely resented group themselves?

Really not a big fan of the Hat Man.

Does your OC have a guiding principle by which they live their life - such as duty, self-restraint or vengeance? Has this ever been tested by circumstance or challenged by another person?

The tenets of the Oath of Conquest: Douse the Flame of Hope, Rule with an Iron Fist, Strength Above All.

Nowadays he tries to not be evil about it though. He’s not “conquering” for the sake of conquest, he’s doing it to make the world a better place at least from his point of view. He’ll beat someone pretty badly, but give them a chance to surrender and repent if possible. He’d try to rid a place of corrupt leadership and impose new laws that prevent the people from doing what he sees as evil, but not go out of his way to be a tyrant. And he strives to fight strong enemies, but doesn’t lord his own strength over people who are weaker.

Also self restraint is a big issue for him, obviously, because of his dark urges and that gets tested on the daily.

Does your OC believe that people should only believe or take inspiration from something if it is actually true? Or are there circumstances where a motivating lie is to be preferred to an awkward or uncomfortable truth?

The truth is very important to him usually. Does not stop him from lying about having brutally murdered people, however. Bit of a hypocrite.

Is your OC consistent in their behavior and responses? Or do others see them as unpredictable or even capricious at times? Are there factors at play dictating their reactions of which others might be unaware?

Not really. He has his phases where he behaves strangely when the urge acts up. Otherwise he doesn't respond to things with a lot of emotion, at least outwardly. He speaks in a very monotonous/emotionless way and doesn’t express a lot of feelings with facial expressions etc. so a lot of people find him hard to read.

Does your OC believe that they will be mourned when they die? Or do they suspect they will be quickly forgotten - or even hope that this will be the case?

He mostly hopes people will forget about him quickly, as sad as that sounds. But he does know that his companions would probably mourn him when he’s gone. He just doesn’t feel worthy of their grief.

Is your OC comfortable in expressing their grief? Such as by crying at funerals or memorial events? Or do they always keep their emotions intensely private? Or perhaps not express them at all?

He’s not comfortable with it at all and tries to hide his grief as much as he can. And that’s a lot of grief to hide.

Does your OC have any wishes or desires of which they are ashamed or otherwise wish to keep secret? Or do they loudly proclaim their every wish to those around them?

The murderous urges, mostly. Apart from that he’s pretty open and honest with his wishes and desires.

What does your OC consider to be the noblest or most admirable ambition for a person to hold? Perhaps spreading a particular religious faith? Or improving the lives of the poor? Or even perfecting their own martial skill?

He certainly strives to perfect his martial prowess, but that's mostly out of a desire to protect the weak and strike down any evildoers he may encounter.

#oc: anson #ask games #iva.txt #this bitch needs therapy

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years ago

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Don! Don! Donbura ko! Our raging festival of peaches, manga, haikus, misunderstandings, and ships shall be coming to an end within a matter of weeks. I can scarcely believe it myself, however all worldly things are as fleeting as they are beautiful.

Come March, our adventures with all these assholes will be at an end. And as wonderful and envelope pushing as they are, we really could do with a moment of pause after it's all said and done.

Enough depressing thoughts though, have another hour of me talking about this dumbass series~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-You Noto do a funny little wish, huh?

-You love your besties.

-Hello, Sonogo-sama.

-Shallow indeed.

-Sonoroku's having himself a muscle moment.

-And of course, Sonoshi. The evil icon themself.

-The peace summit begins.

-Tsuyoshi and Tsubasa are off to the side there, nothing can go wrong.

-Kaito's never been this serious about anything this whole season.

-Polite applause.

-Zettai ni! Ore koso only one!

-"So like... are you their dad or something? You just kinda exist."

-"Brilliant, Sonoza. Getting to know my father in law is a tremendous first step to our successful alliance."

-"I am a special man. ...so like, can I get your food now?"

-Instant service, goddamn.

-"Thank you for saving my extremely troublesome pet bird."

-Not true Haruka, Minoru Ohno is still tied.

-I see Tsuyoshi's own death apparently means nothing to him without Miho.

-...though then again, he did save Tarou the first time he died and that was post Hitotsu-ki transformation, so...

-Maybe they're even?

-"Keep turning into a Hitotsu-ki then, you cuckoo. There is no tooth fairy, there is no Easter Bunny, and there is no Miho Kijino."

-Wake up and smell the mustard Kaito went out of his way to prepare for you.

-"I married a monster!"

-To be honest, I still fully would.

-I see Sonoza and I are in agreement about it being hilarious.

-There he is. Papa Jin.

-"Hello, son."

-Sonoshi's having a moment to themselves.

-Now play Bolero of Fire.

Sonoroku: Oooooookay, looks like they're not very alright upstairs. Sonogo: I hate them more than you do, just so you know.

-He's out on community service.

-"Get him pu'er tea."

-Oooooooh, this is big crime.

-"My legacy means nothing. Not when compared to their lives. And Tarou..."

-I'd love to have one of those switches just to play with.

-I know that sounds kinda weird, but

-TRUE HERO

-"You have a job!"

-"It's a good job :)"

-"Here you go, Dad. Drink up."

-Haruka's sheer terror.

-WHERE JIROU

-"He's having time to himself."

-Shinichi's got a point. You're less "allying" and more straight up "joining". Green unit to Blue unit.

-"Whoa, that dude went flying... Oh shit, she's here!"

-Ohhhh, drama.

-A... little late, but...

-"You haiku-spewing monkey FUCK, we're helping you!"

-"Ooooh, and that may be true, but this gives me a little bit of doubt about employee integrity. Isn't that right, Tarou-sama?"

-"That's hot, Sonoi!"

-"Right okay, asking you was a mistake. What about you, Haruka?"

-"I mean like... I guess?"

-"Wrong! Meandering plotlines like this will never win the minds of a reader! Say what you mean, Haruka!"

-I guess Tsuyoshi's really against the

-"I mean, I don't really wanna say anything. I'm like... not here."

-ONI

-Hello, Haruka. You're our final boss!

-Oh

-Thanks Shinichi, that was nice of you.

-Goodbye, Papa Jin.

-Notice how Tarou never technically spoke to Jin once.

-Ohhhhh, that's right. Tsubasa already technically voted for Sononi.

-"You died, sweetheart. And he paid for you to come back."

-I have to wonder what would've happened if Sononi got a state funeral the way Sonoi did back when he died.

-Dog Condor...

-...guess she's REAL happy about that.

-Oooooooh, rejected!

-"No pets from the dog."

-OH GODDAMMIT

-Strawbebby parfait!

-SHINICHIIII

-Goddamn, yo! You got it!

-Vote time!

-Tie time.

-"I retain my right to vote."

-Cold blooded.

-Shinnosuke... Tamaki...

-You two are from a previous episode.

-DUDE

-Telepath!

-"GET THAT YOUNG LOVE SHIT OUTTA HEEEEEERE! Oh, it's just like my life! ...in a way!"

-"That's it. We're done here."

-"You're being a bad boy, Tarou-san..."

-AND THERE THEY ARE!

-Sonoroku, you didn't really do anything, I guess that means you're fine.

-A FUCKING LAUGH TRACK

-"Okay, we'll vote too~!"

-The vote has been totally rocked.

-Look at that, we're in the majority~!

-Hitosu-ki Time!

-Two Hitotsu-ki!

-"Uh oh, besties~! Looks like you're alone now~!"

-Don Kaito, once again lost.

-And there he goes!

-"Ohhhhh man~! Mixin' it up after the fourth~! Brilliant idea to get around rule of three~!"

-"Get off me, woman!"

-Ohhhhhhh, there he goes!

-Succed into two different worlds.

-Tarou-less!

-Nine Donbrothers!

-I could barely handle five, six was pushing it. Now nine!

-Okay, it seems that Tamaki's the Dengeki-ki, while Shinnosuke's the Battle Fever one. ...I'm not entirely sure what I'd call him, but... I guess BF-ki? I mean it'd be fitting.

-Anyways, episode 48~!

-Don Momotaro has been vored!

-And Tsuyoshi I guess, but

-Those jerks.

-"You guys suck!"

-Monkey in charge.

-Guess we're fighting together.

-Leashed in.

-"Y'know what, I'm gonna go off somewhere and have a drink, I do not wanna deal with this today."

-Time for some big shit.

-Awwwwww, Tsubasa.

-Tell all the girls.

-"Wait, hold on dude, I'm not wanted anymore!"

-Five Million~!

-Cops!

-Oh thanks, Sononi~!

-Ice cold, man.

-"I suspected Kijino, but... Tarou, really?"

-"You just focus on your manga."

-HE WANTED MURASAME TO READ IT I'M-

-SONOZA, MY DUDE

-Waiter time!

-"Sit your asses down, I need to work this off!"

-There's the pinwheel.

-"Oh c'mon man, that's a little beyond."

-Oh okay, Sonoroku's just!

-Insane!

-Keep the bad guys busy and the Hitotsu-ki in range.

-Be honest with her, man.

-"Do you know who Miho is?"

-I see... so she was a path that Natsumi could've taken.

-Ohhhhhh they could've reconciled easily!

-Sonogo and Sonoshi are being regular sadistic but Sonoroku's like "DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, WOOOOOOO!"

-I mean they are villains, but goddamn Inoue

-Sonoshigoroku!

-Sonoichinisan!

-"Smash 'em into bloody paste, Oni!"

-Ohhhh, they gone!

-Know when to fold.

-Ohhhh...

-Jirou-kun...

-Hello, Tiger Man.

-"Through thick and thin... together..."

-They truly become one.

-Momotani Jirou. Toradora.

-Oden~!

-I'm sorry Sonoi, but your little panic there was adorable.

-SONOI LJKHLGH

-"Odeeeeen~!? God, Sonoi, you've really fallen so far~!"

-"All those weak Donbrothers really fit that scrub though, don't they~? Like that dog Sononi's in love with! Or that manga-loving ogre Sonoza wasted so much time training!"

-"The only thing faker than Don Momotaro's strength is Sonoi's Jordans!"

-STERILIZE

-He got SO mad.

-"I have a plan."

-Shinichi's completely focused now.

-We're totally outnumbered.

-If only Murasame were here, huh?

-"Check this shit out~!"

-Completely without honor and humanity. The Noto Overseers!

-YO?

-Oh, we dead.

-"Go for it, Shinichi!"

-Our chance has come!

-The Zanglass Sword!

-SHINICHI MY BOY

-"I'm no swordsman, Sonoi-san! This is your battle!"

-"Well~? Pick it up."

-Goddamn, they're that monstrously arrogant.

-Zanglass Chop!

-THERE THEY ARE

-The squad!

-We're all friends now!

-"So, that's our new Donbrothers. Fascinating."

-Go, Jirou!

-Don Don! Donbrothers!

-Shining!

-Hot damn!

-Supreme Great Combination!

-This is everything I've ever dreamed.

-Besties at long last!

-Medetashi medetashi!

-Later, nerds.

-You'd better keep your eyes on your lady now, okay?

-We did it.

-"Nice job, man."

-Teamwork

-Everybody gets to join the festival :)

-Tsubasa knows what you did:)

-OH SHIT FINAL BATTLE

-That's our... Ousama-ki, is it? I thought it was unusual when the next Sentai's mech came in hot to help us before we even met anyone there, but it's even weirder to me that we get a legacy monster to boot.

-Not that I mind, nobody needs a conventional finale with a show like Donbrothers.

-Is that? Nooo, it couldn't be...

-Well, there's Minoru-san! Frankly I'd expect to see nobody else here at the end.

-Handshake

-That dude in the hood though...

-Oh my GOD IT IS

-IT'S HIM

-KOUHEI MURAKAMI

-HE'S BACK

-This episode went from 100 to 913 real quick.

-I don't think it's quite the finale, but...

-Man, we're so close to a fittingly confusing and insane end either way.

#donbrothers spoilers #avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers #super sentai #don! don! it's a full force peachy festival!

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humanoidtyphoons · 6 months ago

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thank god doffy has always been an asshole

i'd wondered you know, bc the DQ fam keep on making a show, that he's suffered, that he's overcome so much, that he's earned their loyalty by what he's lived through, how much he's achieved

and it's like. he killed his dad. he killed his brother. were they bad people? and that's why doffy turned out this way?

bc honestly, they keep saying that doffy, the young lord, has gone through hardship that no one ever has. and i was. just.

i wanted to believe them? i wanted to know what oda had up his sleeve to say: yeah, his backstory is sadder than the straw hats combined, it's sadder than ace dying, and you're weeping bc it's the revelation why he's become such a twisted individual reduces you to tears, bc he's done that to me several times!!!

and like. looking back. even mentioning the fact that he was once a celestial dragon, that he stole the throne nd hearts of the people of dressrosa by some manipulation... there was still some part of me that wanted to believe them! that there was another reason! they belabour the point so much, his backstory is not for the faint of heart, the young lord is so strong, and wonderful.

and it's just pure bullshit????? he's just a fucking asshole!!!!

he didn't want to give up being a celestial dragon! that was a choice his father made! his father wanted to live like a human being, and so doffy just kills him! and he can't return to being a celestial dragon and go back to heaven! so he's like. alright, fuck 'em, i'm going to be the king of dressrosa, beloved by everyone bc of his successful smear campaign and distorted memories. i'm gonna get the one piece. there's nothing i won't do to set the world on fire.

and it's like. this is your villain origin story? that your daddy wanted to live like a normal human instead of believing that everyone should kneel at your feet?

seeing doffy as a child, asking "father why aren't we buying slaves today" it just... really made everything click.

that's he's always been this way. that he's always been a colossal twat.

that i was holding out for some... emotional moment, some tragedy that would rival every moment i've wept overcome by the scope that one piece has moved me: merry's funeral, laboon's history.

and it's like. why the fuck was i believing DQ fam over... the people of dressrosa, law. why the fuck did i think when they said "you don't know what he's been through! he's suffered more than anyone!" i was like, yeah they're prolly right. looking forward to seeing it, that his dad was terrible, that his brother was a monster too.

and it's just. nah, man. doffy's always been fucked up and evil. there's no villain story here. he's just a typical celestial dragon, dethroned, turned pauper, and he's tricked and lied and clawed his way to the top once more. it's just. like michael cervantes character don quixote, doffy is full of grandeur, attacking windmills, and rewriting the narrative to suit his bizarre beliefs. there's no sad story here!

and like. i'm furious at myself. i'm proud of oda. i'm laughing. i just feel all kinds of hysterical, bc in a way: his name is a dead giveaway: full of bullshit!!!!

i’ve been feeling lightheaded all day wrapping my mind around this!!

but it's anticlimatic in the best way, and stupidly funny to think about looking back, to pin some sort of trust on his followers, how they love and admire him despite his terribleness, to insist -- and sincerely believe -- that he has gone through so much! angels would weep, if they could!

and.

he's an asshole. always has been. always will be. his family is as deluded as he is!

why did you even consider thinking otherwise?

what a relief, you know?

#one piece talk #WORLD'S TINIEST VIOLIN PLAYING JUST FOR DOFFY AND THE DQ FAM!!!#i feel like that meme of cromatie high school with 'thank god it's a gorrilla' but replace that with doffy is an asshole tbh

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littleapocalypsekitten · 2 years ago

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I identify as Christian and I have never experienced this on the tumbles. Now, I am Progressive Christian, decently agnostic and questioning. I haven't been to church or involved in organized religion in years and I just don't hang out in "catholic-tumblr" or wherever, so I am not a target for harassment. If anything, on tumblr, I've run into more arguments and accusations of "u r evil" over FANDOM and what characters you like in a show. It's not that I haven't seen people on here who are "all Christians are evil," but I regard them in the same way as people who would be "All Muslims, blah, blah, blah," or "all men are evil." - which is eyerolling and moving on. It's a big Internet and a big tumblr. Your words, OP, make me think that you ought to do some self-examination. I am not trying to be mean, although I am fully aware that I am being condescending, I cannot say what I am saying without it being so. 1. Westboro Baptist Church picketed and obstructed funerals. They went in and told mourners that the deceased was burning and writhing in Hell FOREVER. This is beyond rude. It's evil. (Even if you believe Hell is real and that there's a need to warn people of it, this is a social taboo and really the wrong time, but, honestly, if you believe that God likes to send people to Hell because they didn't belong to the right church or didn't say a magic-incantation-prayer or because they liked looking at the wrong people in tight jeans, I think you need to sit with that and examine that). I know, it can be hard if that's what you were taught was irrevocably "what the Bible says" and you have the fear that giving up Hell means giving up Heaven... 2. "You might be a homophobe if..." I mean... yeah. If you think that WBC's activities are "just being rude" then... yeah, I'm going to assume so. I don't know what to tell you but - search out some alternate views of the Bible. A lot of the "clobber verses" in the original languages and contexts are actually fairly obscure to our times ("homosexual" was added to English Bibles in the 1940s). From what I've seen, a lot of the stuff that gets thought of as anti-gay was more "anti-pederasty" or "anti-obscure Greek and Roman worship and political practices." As for OT stuff, again, the past is another country and I'd honestly ask some Jewish folk about it, and then there's the idea that Jesus was the fulfillment of the Law and gave us Grace so we don't have to worry about following old purity codes anymore. Personally, I go with "Love does no harm to one's neighbor" and "Judge not lest ye be judged." To be homophobic is to judge a situation you know nothing about and it does do harm to your neighbor, so stop it. I mean, you might not want to shoot up a nightclub or make anything illegal, but you still have an attitude to be examined. And, once you examine it, you should come to understand why a LOT of people don't trust Christians and just want to write us off in whole. You have to be humble enough to say "It's okay" and to stop carping about it and let actually growing as a person speak for itself. Also, grow a thick skin if you're on the Internets. (There are people here who think I'm a "pro-colonialist" and an "abuse apologist" because I find cartoon villains entertaining).

Communist Country: *murders millions of its citizens*

Tumblr: but it’s not REAL communism

Islamic Extremest Terrorists: *murder over 150 people in Paris*

Tumblr: but it’s not REAL Islam

Westboro Baptist Church: *treats gay people rudely*

Tumblr: ALL CHRISTIANS ARE EVIL HOMOPHOBES. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. THEM.

#self-examination is hard #shifts in one's religion are hard #it's not an either-or prospect like both sides will tell you #liberalizing doesn't mean you're necessarily going to become an atheist #you don't have to give up heaven to stop believing in hell #certainly not to be an lgbt+ ally #or even to find out you're in the rainbow letter club yourself!#finding out I was an asexual was weird #because the church praises the chaste #and it's like it wasn't chastity or effort #I had a non-heternormative orientation #it was a pretty neat thing to learn about #getting out of dogma frees you #it feels great to be free #grow a thick skin on tumblr #just roll your eyes and block if you find people you don't like #you aren't persecuted #have seriously gotten more flack here for villain-loving than religion #why am I even bothering?#when I know my words will be ignored #gotta try I suppose #I am not male but have seen enough all men are evil #and think it is stupid #if you're homophobic stop trying to hide behind Jesus #it's fucking annoying #it won't work #no one is forced to respect you #I'd say not all christians...#but I don't even care anymore #if people want to say all christians I'll gladly go down to take the homophobes and hypocrites with me

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phoenixmosheh · 2 years ago

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4/11/23

Your Assassination Attempts Are FAILING...HORRIBLY.

This one is for the in the closet Crybaby D*ck and his bitter HIV Postive pregnant wife, who thinks I don’t know about every little spell, they pay someone to cast and send my way, just because it didn’t make it on a blog post. Blog post are not making it because I am making tea and stirring it.

(THE HEART ATTACK SPELL FAILED CAN YOU FEEL IT?)

https://youtu.be/j3tVrEsHCKs - Heart Attack Spell Failed

https://youtu.be/HUxef4OMSn4 - Plot to Spread STDS and more hate. Failed.

https://youtu.be/zm5ABNEOaJE - I know all my Energy Hoes miss me! - Jcole (when she plugged her nose at the end...I knew God was throwing shade at the basic betch). Elias you are developing clairalience, a heightened sense of smell. https://www.alittlesparkofjoy.com/clairalience/

https://youtu.be/3r7RvPjWgw8 - Round of Applause for Elias Making it Out Alive

God Playing Matchmaker

By the way, this particular reader was used continuously per The God of Spirits because she went through a similar situation with a man who chose another woman. This man is going to come across this blog and know that he should have chosen this woman instead of the other woman. God wants this man to come to him and ask him how to approach this woman because they will cross paths again and this is his soulmate. (awwww...i was wondering why I was using her back-to-back) and don’t be trying to take her man basic betch its a no.

https://youtu.be/qxXDZ5fCovU - Get it Right by Tone Stith

The Backfire (Karma)

God told me to tell Crybaby d*ck, that you and your wife are the cause of the fetal heart attack your unborn child will have in May (Taurus Baby). Unfortunately, you are approximately 30 weeks pregnant and live in a state where you no longer qualify for an abortion. You will carry this baby to term, and it will also be a stillborn.

Whatever you send to Gods’ children will backfire and effect your own. I am going to break this down for all the slow bloodlines out there... STOP. CASTING. SPELLS.

You should have spent that money on your hospital stay or water.

(and no before you ask... the baby is not going to Heaven because it belongs to you)

Pay Attention To Your Abortion Laws People:

https://reproductiverights.org/maps/worlds-abortion-laws/

For Elias’ Adoptive Mother: Did You Not Think I Would Save Your School Principal with no Principles a$$ a spot on this blog? (when honor thy mother and father no longer applies)...

Elias told me once in conversation not to talk about his mother (a son being protective and defending his mother which is normal). Out of respect for Elias this is why I haven’t said anything about you until now. But you deserve this.

Concoct one more evil plan, you bitter, egotistical, racketeering, money laundering, jealous he is not about to give you a dime or anymore of his time hoe and I will concoct one too. Ask my family, I could give a f*ck about you being old, if you disrespect me or someone I love; you could be elderly limping on a cane with cancer and I would kick that cane right from underneath an old hag and keep on walking. I am the new Mother now betch, and you won’t see not half a coin before you die. What you need to do is focus on your real son (crybaby d*ck) and start planning his funeral; side by side graves...? I don’t know, you figure that out, since you like planning so much betch, plan that. All I know is Elias and I will not be donating to your cause dead or alive. So, I suggest you play bingo with somebody else.

How does it feel to know nothing good came from your own flesh and blood (bloodline). You murdered Elias’ real Father, which is why you get emotionally triggered every time Elias would ask you about him. Aww poor Hoodoo Witchdoctor Godmother (Root magic). Elias’ real Father chose to be with Elias’ real mother over you; you got jealous, cast a love spell on his Father, poisoned his real mother and since they had a child (Elias), you upgraded from Godmother to Stepmother. However, Elias’ Father woke up from that love spell and still didn’t want you and wouldn’t allow you to legally adopt Elias. So, you killed Elias’ Father and took what he had. Placed Elias in the system (adoption) and then went back to adopt him, so that you could be tied to the inheritance and energy attached to him too.

It was your plan to bring that basic betch back into Elias’ life, the same toxic betch you knew hurt him in the past; the same one you had to help Elias get a restraining order against. The first love spell cast on Elias as a teen was the basic masonic hoes idea; how dare a masonic betch come for your son right?

But then Elias met a new woman and you found out this woman was his future wife and he was going to leave your leech a$$ behind and take his inheritance with him. You found out this woman who was his future wife could be a bigger threat to you than the basic masonic betch from the past. You were right, you psychotic narcissistic demon lmao. So, you teamed up with Elias’ ex girlfriend and her masonic family, who also wanted a piece of that inheritance. Do they know you were still planning to take them out, after you got Elias to put your name on the will? Do they know now? Jesus Christ. smh.

It was your plan to make Elias believe those children were his and not your real son crybaby d*ck.

Anyway...its no longer a secret that you are the mastermind of all of this betch.

You know what else I know?... you wanted Elias just like you wanted his Real Father. Did you touch Elias as a child?...I bet you did. Which is why Elias developed a sex addiction in the first place, right? You conditioned him to think sex meant love. You’ve been casting spells over Elias’ all his life which is why it was so hard for him to break free of them. You’re a child molester, whether Elias remembers it or not. I know what you are.

Since you didn’t have the emotional intelligence to tell Elias this truth. I did it for you. I can see why you struggled. I can find a way to tell the world without exposing Elias and I, if you want? Or maybe I will let Elias decide.

Damn, a child molester and a school principal. I wonder what people will think? Stay away from Elias, your pendulum magic isn’t working, mess around and fall right into a sinkhole if you want to betch per Angel Gabriel

I Am So Glad I Got to Meet the Family,

Respectfully,

Your Daughter-in-Law

(Elias do you think they like me?)

https://youtu.be/QJI-DuUsrrY- Elias’ Wife Roasting Elias’ Fake A$$ Wannabe Mom-Wife

https://youtu.be/-Mbr2s5lSLw - Elias You’re Forgiven (When you spin the block one more time to cuss this witch out).

https://youtu.be/6zckQ5kxXkM - Monster - Beth Crowley

Cassandra A. There are 7 letters left in your last name...would you like to play Hangman? Middle Schoolers love that game, right? If I win, what prize do I get? How About a Leave Us the F*ck Alone?

https://youtu.be/DdwVDglxQvU - Tarot on Cassandra Behind the Mask

Cassandra, do you know what I hate. A stalker. Especially, when I catch them stalking me after I’ve told them to stop stalking me. Do you understand what prize you are going to get, if you do not stop stalking me?

By the way you took your linked in profile picture down, but you are still on twitter. I’ve tweeted your pictures to a folder and am currently making copies. Oh and if I get hacked betch, you are getting hacked and I have a feeling the public will believe my evidence over yours? No spell work needed.

Elias, although I am broke and have been homeless...as you can see, I have done this for free... I am not in this for the money. I did, however, need someone to practice on sorry it was your fake a$$ family, but I thought I might as well do a free favor for a friend. Anyone who knows me which I’ve found out is NO ONE!... knows that I have no desire to be famous and cannot be bought like most people can. I like privacy its peaceful. Elias, you have to decide what you want and what you are going to do ...but I am leaving in two weeks, whether you are here or not. I have gotten used to rolling the dice and free falling not caring if I live or die. So, you and God can figure out what you are going to do...I am leaving in 2 weeks.

Bye Cassandra.

https://youtu.be/l3ZfjqyqEA4 - A Narcissist Worst Nightmare Tarot

https://youtu.be/jz2nP0QzknE - Hard to Kill Lyrics

Root Witchdoctors (Hoodooism)

https://www.spiritualityhealth.com/articles/2021/02/Hard 23/the-hoodoo-blues

https://www.ncpedia.org/root-doctors

Does God Hate Gay People? God is Pro-Human.

https://youtu.be/Dkk9gvTmCXY - You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

So, this is a very controversial topic, I have been thinking about how to explain this in the best way possible, so that your perception on how God views homosexual/bi/pronouns etc changes. Just because crybaby d*ck and basic betch are a part of this community, does not mean we hate that community. In fact, The Melchizedek are pro-human. However, if you were to ask us what homosexuality is? We would place it in the mental illness category. Before you throw stones, look at it from a spiritual perspective that can be compared to a hormonal problem within your physical world (Earth).

So, you have estrogen (more for women) and testosterone (more for men) but when both of these hormones are out of balance a woman might start growing hair on their face or have a deeper voice, a man might develop less muscle mass, higher voice etc. Well in the spiritual world, you have people who talk about feminine and masculine spiritual energy. Energy is literally your soul (mind). So, if masculine and feminine energy are out of balance in the spirit...your soul (the mind) is going to think its feminine when your body is clearly showing you that you have masculine body parts and vice versa. So, in that humans mind, they are going to think “I feel like I was born in the wrong body.”

There are many born like this due to the fall of humanity, this does not mean these people do not deserve human rights, like healthcare. This does not mean The Melchizedek or God support self-mutilating surgeries or same sex marriage. However, The Melchizedek understand that on Earth instead of fixing the problem, humanity has normalized it; this is how people have evolved overtime in order to cope with this mental illness because they don’t understand how to fix it (don’t be ashamed; The Melchizedek look at it like any other mental illness or Personality disorder).

For those who have developed gender mental illness later in life, it can kind of be compared to an “identity crisis’ where you are still trying to figure out who you are and so you start testing the waters (switching in and out of masculine and feminine energy, trend following “i’m bi-curious,” “i’m both genders” can also confuse your identity development or slow it down.) Which is why you have some people who have been convinced at a young age to partake in self-mutilating surgeries and later they may wish they had not (their masculine and feminine energies started to balance out whereas others may experience lifetime stagnancy).

This is a very difficult mental illness to correct, especially if a person is born like this but no holy water, nor exorcism etc is going to work and no being gay cannot send you straight to “hell” your character however can.

The cure for a gender mental illness is learning to balance out the chakras, which is something that would need to be practiced within a community that is in agreement. Honestly, this topic is far from what The Melchizedek are focused on and we are not really here to convince people...but this is our knowledge you can take it or ignore it. We don’t care either way. However, the Rainbow...we need that back... its copyrighted.

Heaven Sending signs https://youtu.be/aa7A-E9eIFY - Born This Way - Lady Gaga

Although, God did create humanity, humans evolve overtime on their own whether they have The Melchizedek as leaders or they do not. God created Humans, God does not create mental illness or sickness by way of who humans choose to be led by.

Warning:

Please do not go to anyone claiming they can cure homosexuality with chakra energy bundles. If they knew how to do it...it would have been proven by now and google would be all over that sh*t.

How I Healed My Feminine Energy and Stopped Cussing These Hoes Out!

Men and Women need both feminine and masculine energy like they both need estrogen and testosterone. However, Men need more masculine energy to function properly and Women more feminine energy to function properly. Some Men and Women are born in the wrong gender energy i.e a girl being born with too much masculine energy (think of a birth defect) this can be corrected if the energy is balanced out. This does not mean a girl cannot like what you call “masculine things” like sports such as wrestling, just that they do not know how to revert back to the feminine energy without struggling.

As for people, not born in the wrong gender energy, there was most likely something you experienced right before you decided to shift into a more masculine energy or feminine energy i.e a break up, an abusive relationship, lack of attention (neglect), being a child having to take care of your siblings or provide for the family etc etc etc. There are others who are just followers, confused and still don’t know themselves which is why you have women who claim to be lesbians who end up pregnant and then say just kidding “i’m bi-sexual.”It can be different for everyone. Think about the world you live in as well not everyone has access to do the things they love like in the video below and take the time to figure out who they are. Your systems are not built for that kind of freedom.

For some reason humans like to make excuses and support people and ignore problems even with substantial evidence that something is clearly wrong. If you have a body with female genitalia (evidence) but your mind is telling you that you are a man ???????? Why do we go to school?

But yes, God loves Humans including Gay People. Why? because they are humans too.

https://youtu.be/J5IbRU0sRE4 - healing feminine energy by Jillz Guerin

Fun Fact: Melchizedek used to track their periods using the Moon Cycle (it was called the Lunar Cycle)

https://youtu.be/nr9Fu88GdxE - Nurturing Yourself During Your Cycle -Jill Guerin

***note: you really don’t need a huge house in order to be comfortable or happy. However being able to have some kind of comfortable space is ideal in order to feel good about yourself and relax which everyone should be able to have so don’t view this video and think you need the exact type of lifestyle this person has in order to live an amazing comfortable life. No I am not saying anything is wrong with the way the person in this video is living so don’t be hating on her...***

I am more focused on ...

Where the idea of castles with 100 rooms or more came from? Then, I thought of Eve and how God told her to be fruitful and multiply ...and I was like “Oh wow...that makes sense.” Otherwise, call me jealous if you want to but, why else would anyone need that many rooms beyond bragging & hiring modern day slaves, whilst doing rituals in the downstairs dungeon?

https://www.royal.uk/royal-residences-buckingham-palace#:~:text=Buckingham%20Palace%20has%20775%20rooms,quadrangle)%20and%2024%20metres%20high.

Blood-Poisoning (can occur from disease, food, water, air etc.)

https://youtu.be/QcIy9NiNbmo - Bad Blood by Taylor Swift (Sound Familiar?)

This is what crybaby d*ck wanted for Elias’ Wife right? ...to lure her in using Elias’ Energy, rape, transfer an STD to her and get her pregnant for revenge in a state where she wouldn’t be able to abort right? Great job doing your research. Although, you might have been able to get her pregnant, Melchizedek blood is immune to human disease, once they start to mutate their body will destroy disease causing pathogens and their body will experience detox like symptoms fever, chills, vomiting, diarrhea, hives, seizures, fainting and symptoms of some diseases but they will not test positive for the disease.

Code For: (Were You a “Transfer” (from Heaven) too? Or Dauntless (Sinner) Born.

Which is why Elias was feeling sick; Elias was healing from the diseases being transferred while his opponents have been testing positive. This is also why Elias did not test positive for COVID. The Melchizedek Woman, even though she was living in homeless shelters, with no soap in the bathroom or mask wearing has not tested positive for COVID. If you are someone who has been vaccinated, boosted several times and have recovered, have an Inconclusive or negative test. Samjaza is suspicious of your bloodline (Family). Elias you still need to get an HIV test before you see me for your peace of mind not mine. I know I am right. lol.

https://youtu.be/FVlkbs32vGo - The COVID Test Result

https://youtu.be/oBEPD_AJUbA - The Test Didn’t Work

https://youtu.be/8Diu6MR_Y8g - Don’t Let Them Know Who You Are (If you are a vivid dreamer, God can use dreams to train you, alert you, speak to you, if you have the same dream over and over again there is a test you need to pass).

https://youtu.be/5ttoICpH0Vc - Be Quiet & Play Dumb

https://youtu.be/0SfwHWzAfFQ - Become an Actor (What Would a Homeless Person Do? God Training the Melchizedek Woman)

https://youtu.be/GKfwLeZDEEU - Pass the Final Test And Prove That You Are From Earth Because They Are Watching All Of You On Your Social Media Accounts and You Better Not Be Surviving In a Supernatural Way!

The Melchizedek Woman wakes up The Melchizedek Man (Elias under a spell) https://youtu.be/7UhFzTWxzBo

(Nothing we have shared with you is news to our enemy (Samjaza), which is why we share...its not a fair game if you don’t know you’re in one. Right..basic betch?

The Mutant Cure (No More God Traits...No More Humans)

https://youtu.be/D7QBdxLPc0c - Part 1 of 3

Let me explain this one more time, not for you, but for the innocent people attached to you. (if you have friends or family, they better call you and have an intervention before they all end up under judgement)

Now that no one is stealing my energy, this means I can heal even with attacks being thrown at me. I. absorb. the. attacks. The most that happens to my body now is ...I get a little sleepy and I take a nap. Before I was feeling the effects because you were all being greedy energy vampires. However, Elias lent me energy through Reiki Healing, so I am not as weak, which is why the attacks you are sending are no longer working. If you saw the post where I stated “it won’t stop my death” I am talking about a death-like coma (i.e the phoenix spirit resurrects) and no you won’t be able to steal my energy anymore, because we know who you are (I was blind, but now I see). Now go through those energy withdrawals, like a champ and take your low (loss).

We Are Ahead of Schedule (Samjaza cannot predict prophecy) his/her plan is always to find The Melchizedek before they awaken to who they are and then take their energy...Samjaza did not expect God to send two of his smartest players (they are smarter than the previous Melchizedek that came before them and advance faster in their gifts).

Samjazas’Plan Examples:

Part 2 of 3 https://youtu.be/yiizHdqhEag - Samjaza finds Jean Grey (The Melchizedek) who is manifesting but doesn’t understand who she is.

Part 3 of 3 https://youtu.be/oo52523RR3A - Samjaza convincing a Melchizedek they can take away the burden of their calling by convincing them to give up their energy or use them for evil. (fast forward to 1:09 for an example of someone stealing energy).

https://youtu.be/cx7lbPE7Hpk - Please Don’t Go by Joel Adams (For Elias)

The Result of Samjaza Getting a Melchizedek Woman Pregnant...an Abortion by any means necessary...Ask Eve. (Melchizedek Woman: I Don’t Know What Kind Of Money These Earth Hoes Are Receiving for Popping Out Abominations...But You Could Not Pay Me To Birth That)!

https://youtu.be/kuV-i3yK9gI - Jean Grey Dies

https://youtu.be/53-jDbNCfqg- Laena’s Death House of Dragon

https://youtu.be/cl5caGn4_po - Eve Under a love spell pregnant by Samjaza secretly plotting to abort his mission because the love spell is wearing off

https://youtu.be/n2lTpPptOWA - The Love Spell Samjaza put on Eve wearing off and Eve finding out Samjaza is not Adam

https://youtu.be/8nBFqZppIF0 - You should be sad - Halsey

As for the Earthside Magicians...Samjaza will use all of you and pimp you out for his/her own selfish gain...

https://youtu.be/HUHC9tYz8ik - Billie Eillish Bury a Melchizedek The Only One That Can Help You

You better learn to mind your own business and research who these bitter delusional people are paying you to send these attacks to before you send them. You don’t want to get caught up in a war and be surprised when your own bloodline starts dropping like flies out of nowhere.

MIND YOUR BUSINESS & STOP DOING MALICIOUS SPELLWORK. IF YOU DO NOT WANT ANYTHING TO RANDOMLY HAPPEN TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE...STOP RANDOMLY SENDING IT TO OTHER PEOPLE. WE KNOW.. WE KNOW..IT WORKED BEFORE AND YOU WERE AN EARTH MAGICIAN GANGSTER AND HAVE A TALLY BOARD. HOWEVER, TIMES ARE CHANGING. STOP. CASTING. SPELLS. YOU ARE OUT RANKED. THIS IS WHY...YOUR SPELLS ARE NOT WORKING. CEASE FIRE.

This is Your Final Warning. I am not going to keep posting the same old tarot messages predictions for you they have served their educational purposes...I am saving space on my blog to reveal all the things that you have done like crime.

smh (its almost like that unborn child has more brains than both of you combined at this point...I just can’t.)

Silas on Standby: The Banshee Spirit (Angel of Death) the other half of this spirit is Azrael (Angel of Care).

https://youtu.be/WkoutXztQ_c - Releasing the Banshee (Final Warning)

What happened was Azrael comes down from Heaven to keep a Melchizedek’s soul from leaving their body, if badly wounded. Silas, Azrael’s other half (her husband) collects souls; Silas was triggered by the soul of a spirit he recognized trying to Passover too soon “The Melchizedek Woman” who is like a little sister. So, while Azrael is busy keeping the soul intact, Silas has to come down and take out whatever is killing the soul. Silas is a warring spirit who outranks Arch Angel Michael and Samjaza (Satan). (Wish the Melchizedek’s a Happy Marriage, Honeymoon and Life and Move on or Silas will help you and yours move on).

Commercial Break:

True Story:

When you find out the house you woke up in, is a house with a prostitution gang who have all kinds of illegal guns on the table but you are in their kitchen making coffee minding your own business...and one of the jealous drug addict prostitutes gets suspicious and starts threatening to beat your a$$ as she accuse you of being an undercover cop for being too pretty of a homeless person. (But your fear tolerance is unusually high)

The Melchizedek Woman: ***Sips coffee*** “Whoa...chill out, you can stay head prostitute I am not trying to take your spot hoe.

***stands there awkwardly trying to figure out, if this betch is flirting with me as she tries to convince this gang I am a cop ..,smh.***

https://youtu.be/d-54NnZFEK8 - The Trap House

https://youtu.be/uBYy351FsUA - Elias’ Wife Riding the Bus

https://youtu.be/3wmm3LDTHi4 - Hood Princess lmao.

4/25/23

You Know God Has a Sense of Humor When He Uses the Sitcom Friends to Mock Elias and his Wife.

https://youtu.be/YXOUOOtfTBs - The I Hate Elias’ Wife Club!

https://youtu.be/LHmMTZR30E4 - Elias’ Wife Finds Out Shes in a Love Triangle

https://youtu.be/XBjNcLnj4AY - How Elias’ Wife Reacted When She Accidently Left Him a Happy Birthday Voicemail Before They Lost Contact...Unsend it God!

https://youtu.be/EbFjP0Ajti8 - Elias Wife Being Cared for by Random Men While Carrying His Eggs (Real Babies Around) as he stalks her through false tarot readings. Gabriel said this would make Elias mad but it’s true. lmao.

https://youtu.be/L81XWiDgmTk - Elias Marrying the Basic Betch Under a Black Magic Spell...his poor subconscious calling out for his real wife...getting beat up by the basic betch whenever he fux up and calls out for help from his real wife...lmao.

https://youtu.be/Bnju9eUUuxo - When you keep asking God if you should wait on Elias or prepare to act like a damsel in distress at the tram station... does he need more time, Lord?

https://youtu.be/AtEAowkhd1M - The Basic Betch still delusional after Elias Marrys his real wife

Meet the Basic Betches God Santa Muerte

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Muerte

Today I got a new roommate and I pretended to know nothing about the spiritual world or the occult. This prompted this roommate to educate my dumb naive a$$ about how she was once a dark witch ...who served a spirit deity called Santa Muerte...apparently if you promise this spirit something you better be able to pay up with whatever you promised the betch or you will start seeing her skeleton-like-figure in your household haunting you. When I asked the roommate how she was able to go from a dark witch to a light witch after serving this spirit...she said she has never met anyone who has been able to end a contract with this spirit and lived to tell it. She told me she was still attached (enslaved) to this spirit and showed me her tattoos of Santa Muerte that she got in order to please this spirit. She has also practiced love spells on several men and mixed her menstrual blood in honey inside jars and dipped the pictures of her victims in it (never put it in their food though...if you want to give her props). Did you know Santa Muerte is a spirit with an actual name known by The God of Spirits?...If Elias calls this spirit by its actual name, he will be able to help you (basic betch) and your power of three witchy fake flimsy rooting for your downfall a$$ friends get out of that contract). I was wondering why over the past few days I have been hearing someone summoning a “Death Angel” or “Goddess of Darkness” at first, I thought you people were insulting me but now I understand it was all a misunderstanding. Maybe you should chant harder and let Santa Muerte know that your sacrifice is staying in the same room as one of your soul sisters under a similar contract just like yours. Let’s make a bet, if I am murdered in my sleep your God is more powerful than The God of Spirits and Santa Muerte wins as the most powerful God...Get to chanting, ok? Oh, this roommate is also pregnant and her boyfriend just went to jail which is why she ended up in a shelter ...crybaby d*ck are you behind bars yet?

The Originals - https://youtu.be/79PGD-QMPJ4

Jesus Sends Demons into Pigs

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%208%3A28-34%2CMark%205%3A1-17&version=NASB

...just in case any of you stalkers were wondering what I did over the Eclipsed Moon. Yawn. Don’t Panic. I’m still breathing. I know you masonic hoes are happy for me.

BAIT WATCH...

(2 weeks ago... The Melchizedek Woman was trying to decide between spending the only money she had on an outfit for her date with Elias or renew the domain for the Phoenix Mosheh website... God told her to buy her date outfit. In her mind, this was a bad investment because “what if our enemies try to steal it (Boohoo tears) God: let them take the bait and don’t say anything).

The Plot to Take God’s LLC...Unfortunately, you have taken the bait. Phoenix Mosheh is not our LLC otherwise we would have copyrighted this legally before putting it out to the public. It is however being used to bait our enemies (thieves).

Why do you think Phoenix Mosheh has not made any money yet? ...because it is not time. We are very, very, strategic. So, if something seems too easy to steal, I would think twice about why it’s just sitting out there for anyone to steal. (However, you should not be stealing anyway).

The Phoenix Mosheh book currently out there, isn’t even the real book. Only the Melchizedek will sell this book under their real LLC and under their real copyright. The fake book had to be made visible to the public which is why the book distribution companies including amazon were being used. So, if it’s not copyrighted by the Melchizedek, there is a reason dumba$$. For any future wannabe thieves, think twice before you try to steal and pirate The Melchizedeks’ intellectual property. If you are stealing from The Melchizedek, you are stealing from God. Be bold and steal from God if you want to.

Once again...The Melchizedek are currently adolescents (children) which means they need people to practice on. You don’t want to be practiced on...unless you have a fetish for your life falling apart.

https://youtu.be/599nHA_Cclc - Steal it Idiots. (tarot from 2 weeks ago)

As of 4/18/2023

Phoenix Mosheh is gradually transitioning over into its real business name created by both Elias and his wife in celebration of them becoming one.

(Elias never liked my business logos...What? Phoenix Mosheh wasn’t a good enough name for you Elias!)

Did you know if you buy from someone with a legal business name under the Phoenix Mosheh brand you can sue them for Fraud?

Phoenix Mosheh is gradually transitioning over into its real business name which will be revealed in time. You may have noticed Phoenix Mosheh does not ask for money on any of its social media pages, besides the GoFund me page (a set up), which will be taken down. If our enemies would like to use the name Phoenix Mosheh or any of the intellectual property that we have already copyrighted, under our real business name...this is committing fraud and The Melchizedek will sue you privately. Why? because we already told you brain damaged bloodlines...you are not getting any f*cking money. So go ahead and pretend to be Phoenix Mosheh, if you want to. If you accidently buy a Phoenix Mosheh book because you somehow missed this message, you will know because the books will have key identifiers such as errors, unfinished book cover prints, and different storylines, books will also be under a publisher ISBN owned by the book publisher i.e lulu.com instead of listing The Melchizedek new business name as the actual publisher. If you don’t know what that means...every book out there right now is under lulu.com as the publisher. Once the new Phoenix Mosheh business name is released this name will be listed as publisher instead of lulu.com. (lulu publishing has been an awesome resource for self-publishing... so don’t hate on them). Anyway, again if you buy a book or any other Phoenix Mosheh merchandise and someone owns this company under their LLC etc etc. You should sue this company for fraud and misleading the public because they are not the real creators of any Phoenix Mosheh products.

Phoenix Mosheh was and is meant to supply free content to the public in order to help those who have been taken advantage of for generations with the wrong religious indoctrination no longer be taken advantage of

Please continue to enjoy the FREE Phoenix Moshe content as we transition over into the real thing.

Thank You. See You in Court Brain Dead Betches.

Did You Know in Heaven Elias and His Wife Get Promoted from Chief Detective and CIA Agent to Spiritual Hitman? Elias Surpasses Me.

https://youtu.be/32RAq6JzY-w - FAST X Trailer

Did you know one of the ways Samjaza (Satan) could tell that The New Melchizedek were coming is because people of all complexions, races and ethnic backgrounds began to come into agreement about certain things. Segregation is a sign of “No Melchizedek” in the world. Samjaza does not care about what color you are, where you are from, who you are etc., he would use and discard any one of you, if it meant he could win. Emphasis on the discard per basic betch and crybaby d*ck. smh. Where he at though?! lmao.

that bounce back is about to be fire …Yal Ready?

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When you keep trying to save mankind and they keep on trying to tame you…

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https://youtu.be/RVd_71ZdRd4 - Strangers by Halsey

When You Take Back Your Energy

When that basic betch thought you were lying when you said “you were taking back your energy”...find a different Beauty SnapChat filter betch...

https://youtube.com/shorts/-YLB33nCvzw?feature=share - Energy Snatch Clip

https://youtu.be/61kYiio6tTE - Man Snatch & Gifts Snatch I told you basic betch

When the light and dark-skinned people come into agreement and agree the basic betch is a walking hazard to society...no matter her skin color

https://youtu.be/Vyp4BQjW3zg - Menstrual blood spell work ick...be careful who you take food from.

https://youtu.be/ymPfRA10UXw - No seriously

https://youtu.be/hzOs8i1SJ2Q- take caution.

https://youtu.be/r_3REvl0Ldw - lol.

4/19/23

The Copiale Cipher Masonic Family Update

(Do I have to come on here and post in order for you all to feel validated (seen)?)

If I were you all, I would call off The Copiale Cipher you are thinking of doing on the Eclipsed Moon, it’s going to backfire. Also, if you are going to try and steal (cipher) my soul (energy) again, the least you can do is invite me to your Presbyterian Church. I am not familiar with that denomination, but I love sitting in church pews pretending like I give a sh*t just like you. Shouldn’t you be more focused on praying for your niece’s soul, instead of trying to take someone else’s? If you have a funeral for her ...you masonic hoes better invite me...don’t worry, I can keep a secret.

The Copiale Cipher (Pigpen Cipher)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pigpen_cipher#:~:text=The%20pigpen%20cipher%20(alternatively%20referred,be%20assigned%20to%20the%20grid.

https://youtu.be/I_4rRM8CIwU - oh how the tables are turning...

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FYI Some Shelters allow you to cook your own meals (no menstrual blood was used in the making of these meals) Elias remember when I used to send you pictures of my dishes and you used to put little hearts next to them?<3 God told me to show up that basic betches menstrual blood spaghetti and tell you your real wife is a gourmet chef in the making...(High Carb Fiber Protein Diet)

Veggie Eggrolls & Mediterranean Grain (rice quinoa lentil mixed) w/Honey Glazed Peppers and Sweet Zesty Mandarin sauce made from Greek Yogurt.

Creamy Fetta Kale Macaroni Pasta

if you have PTSD from that basic betch... I’ll let you watch me cook or cook with me until you trust that I am not trying to poison you.

( I can’t believe I have to say this but basic betch don’t take screenshots of my dishes to catfish some other poor soul online into believing this was you ok...smh.)

https://youtu.be/TNB0rgz_9Tc - Perfect Timing - Tone Stith

https://youtu.be/6nr8hPnZfMU - Upgrade You - Beyonce

4/27/23

You all are a bunch of sore losers lol. By the way once you talk to whomever you need to talk to in order to get my IP Address. I will be using a different IP address. Also, something you should prepare for in the future... the connections you think you have with larger corporations that own all these little social media sites that like to block, censor and hide the truth will start allowing The Melchizedek to sell you out simply for the fact that they do not want to be sold out. They are going to start saying...every man for themselves cartel cult...no need for all of youtube to be shut down because you got caught... because you are slow (low IQ).

What would happen if the Melchizedek Woman started to use all of youtube to expose you all...are they going to shut down all of youtube for your hush money?...that would be suspicious as f*ck in the public’s eyes... be careful. k? And I will cover the people and or readers I use...so if their accounts do get shut down its in their best interest... you dollar store skeleton worshipers however, will be in the dark and no opponent should go to war fighting blind, it is never a smart move.

https://youtu.be/puRUhzyYaz8 - did you like the video where this reader stated you are so scared of being exposed that someone is trying to pay youtube to shut down her account. lmao. Did it get deleted yet? It had a lot of curse words in it...a lot of vulgarity, a lot of truth. I love truth.

And the truth is no matter what you will still be exposed...because I am being selfish, and I want to orgasm.

What is your IP address? (Yes, I am flirting with you don’t break my heart and tell me you’re not interested <3 it’s called sexting are you not turned on?)

#phoenixmosheh

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spicyicymeloncat · 2 years ago

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Crystalised part 2 ep 23, 24, 25, 26 spoilers

Yeah I put them all in one post lol

Ep 23

Again, using minecraft logic

Antonia’s “I fished out the last one it’s your turn” lol wow, she makes it seem like this happens often

Antonia did the “if I had a nickel” meme

Oh frick Nya survived?? Also no legs for Nya??

Ofc casual sexism from the mechanic. She has a name!

Okay Jay didn’t crash!! Hell yeah Jay saving Nya for once!

The mechanic is anti jaya also that was such a sick line jay

Okay her fuckin legs are fine now ig

Also Nya’s gonna become water again :(

I think it’s weird that the Crystal warriors can pass out tho

Again city that never sleeps. Paperboys still gonna do their thing amidst a freaking war

Wu: I can’t do child soldiers

Nelson, pointing at the ninja: wtf are these then???

BENTHO IS COMING BACK :D

HELL YEAH LET NINJAGO CITY FIGHT BACK FOR ONCE

Oh gosh that was sick

ep 24

OH MAN THE THUMBNAIL

Lloyd rlly said frick you man

EXCUSE ME POLICE BUT WTF ARE UR PRIORITIES?? THE MAYOR IS GONE NOW WHAT LAW ARE U EVEN USING

NOOO NOT THE SERPENTINE :[ that’s so sadddd

Lloyd really blew his mind there

MISAKO FINALLY CAME BACK FOR A SEASON

I feel like the prophecy guy was brought up before but idk how to spell his name lol

PIXAL MY BELOVED I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Man zane is on the fritz

Oh god he has no limbs man that’s kinda fcuked up man jeez.

However the the ice emperor schtick is kinda funny

Oh my god he’s in a rucksack

OH MY FUCKING GOD ICE EMPEROR IS ONLY BACK FOR COMEDY not what I was expecting but I’ll take it

Hell yeah Ronin! Pixal and Ronin team up will be interesting

Omg the other sog who basically got completely rejected by Harumi this time round. Rip Pixal everyone is evil even her boyfriend

Hell yeah Ronin!! Trying to actually break out of the cycle

Also freaking Zane kicking ronin with his foot

Zane: vex? Vex! Wtf is vex when you need him

Ofc Cyrus didn’t even know

Ep 25

it’s the lava episode :)

Aww man Cole really hit his head

Okay even if I’m not a Kailor shopper I support skylor calling Kai hot shot

Ig this episode really will say which ship is canon

Freaking pythor. I love him

I guess Harumi is looking for lloyd

I would just like to remind people I coined Embershipping for the Kai/skylor/cole ship

ITS JAKE

I’m literally gonna start crying about Garmadon. Mans has half of his emotions but in the ways he’s expressing them, he’s sad about how Lloyd doesn’t accept the Oni heritage that he himself has and how christofern is a weird confused metaphor for Lloyd :((((

Gayle and vinny xxxx

God clutch literally has Nadakhan still oh my god

Okay this door must be a Chekhov’s gun bc they’re so gonna answer a knock that isn’t the paper boys

OH NO I DO NOT LIKE THIS EPISODE TITLE

Okay so I assume the romance is gonna get cleared up in this ep. We see the harbour so we know jaya is a thing. We’re looking at Kailor at the start. And like. Pixane… I’m gonna cry

Okay thank god we’re addressing the problems with them right here and now. I’ll hate the ship significantly less if they do this right.

Okay that’s fair

(I’m still a lava shipper tho)

No I refuse any couple shit from wusako no thanks

FreKing Garmadon. He’s like my baby brother whenever someone is on the phone

RACER SEVEN OH I LOVE HER SLSO

OR LIKE BLAZEY is it blazey? H SPEED. I love her

Oh my gosh. I hope Rarlkove integrates Pixal into the long con snake jaguar au

UV just 👉👈 at pixal

:(((( Zane. Has borg tried turning him off and ok again? Putting him in a bag of rice? Giving him a few thumps on the back? What if we just say “protect those who can’t protect themselves” that worked in s11

THEY LET BLAZEY KEEP A PRIME EMPIRE GUN??

ZANE YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS HOW MANY FUNERALS DO YOU WANT MAN

WHAT THE FUCK THE PIXANE KISS

ZANE IM GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU MYSELF YOU SLEEPING BEAUTY FUCK

PIXAL SQUEALING

FUGIDOVE IS EVERYONE

THE SAM X SUIT LOOKS COOL

Okay barely any jaya and I look forward to draw Zane’s fucked up face but like JEEZ MAN HE DONE DID IT AGAIN ITS LIKE HE SAID NINJA NEVER QUIT… DYING

At least that’s a good place to stop

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Ninjago crystalized #ninjago crystalized spoilers #reaction

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heathersdesk · 8 months ago

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@pierre-menard

So the idea that there is a progression from humans into gods/becoming like God came about in the day of Joseph Smith, showing a pattern that would happen often. Someone would come to Joseph with a question or suggestion, he'd embrace it, and then more of the idea would be fleshed out over time as the need for knowledge related to the subject would become necessary for the Saints as a whole. This theology is an example of that pattern.

Here's a brief chronology:

And here are the source texts of the King Follett discourse:

The King Follett Discourse is where I'm going to take the core of my answer from because of the explanation Joseph Smith gives in it for how this progression works.

Lorenzo Snow was the first one to approach Joseph with this idea that "as man is, God once was; as God is now, man may become."

Joseph then went on to teach in the King Follett sermon (which was at a funeral) this same idea, and that it could be reasoned out with Scripture.

There's nothing else beyond those limited comments that have ever been revealed since then. So what I'm giving is pure speculation, but it's based on the comments Joseph made.

Joseph said that in everything Jesus did, he was doing what he had seen the Father do. Joseph then pointed to the council in Heaven and revealed what has become our beliefs about the preexistence. So in the very act of becoming the Messiah, atoning for humanity and bridging them to God by being the demands of divine law, Joseph is suggesting that Jesus was doing something in the act of atonement that has been done before.

If we take this as truth, it suggests one of two origins for God the Father:

He was an imperfect human in need of atonement, same as us, and that atonement was provided for by someone else who was the equivalent of Jesus to him.

God our Father WAS a previous Messiah/Christ who atoned for his brothers and sisters, and Jesus was chosen to follow that pattern for us. This would mean that God the Father had to meet the same perfect standards that Jesus did in being sinless to perform this sacrifice. In which case, he would've been capable of sin but resisted all temptation for his entire mortal life.

Based on what Joseph explains in the King Follet Discourse, I personally lean towards 2. I could see this pattern of the Firstborn atoning for the siblings in the divine family being the order that Godhood follows, that Christ is a priesthood office and atonement is an ordinance that has redeemed many before us and will be the pattern of how redemption works into all eternity.

But all of that is pure speculation. We could end up with an answer to this that says something else entirely. I've also seen it suggested that our world is the only one that was evil enough to kill the Son of God, so maybe we're unique in this way and Jesus becoming a sacrifice for others has never happened before. I think that (or some form of it) one might be in Jesus the Christ by James E. Talmadge.

I will point out that I've only ever had one other conversation about this with anyone in the Church in almost 18 years. It was with one of the nephews of D. Todd Christofferson when we were in the same student ward together at BYU. I walked into the middle of a very intense conversation between him and some other guys in my ward about this. They got to the notion of "Grandfather God" and he could see the 404 Error screen all over my face. He was very kind in telling me none of this was important for me to worry about and they were just messing around and speculating. You have to be a theology and Religious Deep Lore nerd to even end up here.

"I can barely handle worshipping one God. I don't need another," is what I said then. And in the end, I think I stand by that 🫨

What a brilliant counter to hedonism. "We arent opposed to pleasure, we're just saying there is a higher form of happiness."

I would push back against the idea that god's joy is powerful because it, unlike the world, is unchanging and eternal. I would argue it is eternal precisely because it embraces the fact that the world does change, decay, and transform.

#mormon #lds #mormonism #tumblrstake #the church of jesus christ of latter day saints

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Irena was chosen by lot to be the lindwurm's wife, after it devoured the third and last of the princesses. Prince Viktoras came himself to inform her.

Convenient, she thought, that the lottery had drawn Irena, from the lower city, poor and almost kinless. An only child, her mother dead, her father old and feeble.

And the bride-price that the crown prince brought with him was enough to support her father in comfort for the rest of his days. Irena could take it and be free of this house, of the burden of his care, of watching him slip away as he forgot her face more and more often. Or she could be carried away by the guards the prince had brought, and leave nothing behind to help him.

She had no power here, and she was wise enough to know it.

Her father, sitting at the kitchen table, stared mutely as the prince set the money on the table in front of him. Irena had to pick the box of coin up herself.

"I need time to make arrangements for my father," she said to the prince.

"Of course," he said. "You have half an hour to prepare yourself before we depart for the palace. Be sure you do not go more than a house or two away."

"I won't make trouble for you," Irena said. "It would only upset him more."

She looked Prince Viktoras in the eye until he looked away, and it satisfied her, just a little, to know that he was ashamed. Then she took the fine enameled box that held her bride-price, her blood-price, and walked next door with it. Widow Simoniene made the evil eye in the guards' direction, but took the money and the key to the little house and agreed to look after Irena's father.

Irena went back home with a heavy step to say goodbye.

"She thinks she'll move in, and rent out the big house," Irena told her father. "She doesn't need all that space, now that her sons have moved away. You won't be alone without me."

Her father wasn't speaking today, and Irena wasn't sure how much he understood. But he held Irena's hand tightly, looking over Irena's shoulder at the guards in the doorway. Irena clutched it back for a moment, then pried her father's fingers off and turned away.

She didn't look back as she left him. Her father had taught her pride, and she hoped that he still recognized it.

***

The walls of the castle loomed around her like the bars of a cage. She was received in state, like she was yet another princess. The king and queen and courtiers seemed embarrassed by her dress, work-worn, and her braid, falling down her back for lack of pins. But if they had wanted her to be more presentable, she thought, they should have given her more than half an hour to put her affairs in order.

After a hasty formal greeting, she was ushered away from the royal family and put into the hands of a half-dozen maidservants. They spread out the three dresses and two petticoats that she'd brought from home, and began discussing how to refine them by the morrow. Irena was deposited into a steaming bath, with one junior maidservant to help her.

A knock came on the door while Irena was still bathing. The maidservant rose to answer it, and returned with a bundle of fabric in her arms.

"The Lady Astrauskaite has sent you some of her dresses," she said. "And says that you may have them altered if they suit you, or do what you like with them if they don't."

Irena knew the name. Duke Astrauskis' daughter. Betrothed to the prince who had come to collect Irena. The betrothal that had sparked all of the princess-eating in the first place.

Was it sympathy, that had prompted the gift, or pity, or condescension? No doubt she had been at the blighted reception. But without knowing who in the crowd the lady had been, Irena did not know if the fuss had led her to flinch or to sneer.

She did not know, either, if Lady Astrauskaite had wanted to be betrothed to Prince Viktoras. If it pained her to see other women eaten because the king wanted his heir wedded to her, and the lindwurm demanded to be given its bride first.

"Is there a way for me to speak to the lady?" she asked the maidservant. "To thank her?"

The maidservant hesitated. "A note would be most appropriate."

"I cannot write," Irena said. "Is there no way to speak to her in person?"

She wanted to know if this was meant as a kindness. It might be easier to have someone write a note for her, and go to her death pretending that it was. But she would wonder, and it would niggle at her, and she did not want to go to her wedding and her funeral wearing a dress given to her out of condescension. She might be poor, and she might be trapped, but she had too much pride for that.

"Not that is proper, just to give thanks. But-" The maidservant's eyes were sad. "You are not scheduled to dine with the royal family tonight, and Lady Astrauskaite is not either. There would be nothing wrong with one woman extending an invitation to another, especially if they were soon to be sisters-in-law."

"Then I would like to do so," Irena said.

***

Lady Astrauskaite was taller than Irena, and much plumper, which meant that the borrowed dress Irena chose to dine in had to be discreetly brought in with pins. The lady's hair was bleached yellow, and her complexion hidden with white powder. She looked as uncomfortable as Irena felt.

"Thank you for joining me, my lady," Irena said, with a very cautious curtsey. The pins in the dress pricked her if she did not move rigidly and with care.

"Please, don't," Lady Astrauskaite said, which made the face of the steward following behind her pinch unpleasantly. "We are future sisters. After tomorrow. And after my wedding, of course. So you can call me Rugile, as a sister would."

"Yes, my lady," Irena said, unable not to look at the steward's sour face. "Thank you. You may call me Irena."

The table was small, for intimate conversation, which only made the dinner more awkward. The food was splendid, soft white bread and creamy cheese and rich meat-packed soup. It sank to the bottom of Irena's stomach like stones.

Within two courses, Irena felt sure the dresses had been a kindness, because everything that Lady Astrauskaite said was kind, and without sneer. She asked after Irena's health, and after that of her family, and she seemed genuinely distressed to hear about Irena's father. She diverted them after that to light anecdotes, tales of tutors and horses and amusing court mishaps, and winced anew with guilt whenever Irena lacked the grounding to laugh at a tale.

After two whole courses, Irena cleared her throat. "My lady, what can you tell me of the lindwurm?"

Lady Astrauskaite went still, then set her spoon down, looking Irena in the eye. "What do you already know?"

"That the queen was barren for ten years, and she went to a witch to open her womb. And that because the conceiving was unnatural, so was the birth, and while one child came out healthy and whole, the other came out as a lindwurm. And that it is confined to the palace, and horrible to look upon. That's all that we in the lower city know."

"It's not so terrible, once you get to know it."

"Except for the eating its brides."

"Yes." Lady Astrauskaite picked up her napkin, and began to twist it in her fingers. "It wasn't the witch's fault, you know. She told the queen to eat one of two flowers, and only one. Red for a boy, or white for a girl. And she ate the white first, but then she thought of her husband, and how he needed a son, and ate the red as well."

"And the queen told you this, my lady?"

"Yes. In confidence. The king would be furious if he knew."

There was a silent question in her gaze, asking if Irena would keep that confidence, and Irena nodded back. She knew of angry husbands and angry fathers, though her father had blessedly never been one. You never told them what you knew.

"She went back to the witch, she told me. After the lindwurm was born, and again, in desperation, after the second princess was wed and eaten."

"And what did the witch tell her?"

"The first time, that the lindwurm could only be made human if someone was found to trade their one skin for the ten it wore. And that of course was impossible, because who wished to be a lindwurm? The second time, she gave up another way, but it would require great courage from the bride."

She looked Irena in the eye. Another silent question, and again, Irena nodded.

"Tell it to me."

"As the queen told me that the witch told her, when you retire for the wedding night, you must have ready a tub of lye, and a tub of milk, and a stack of ten birch rods. And you must be dressed in ten layers of dresses. Then, when the time comes to undress, you must take off one layer at a time, and tell the lindwurm to shed a skin in exchange for each one. By the time you are both finished, the innermost part of the lindwurm will be exposed. Then dip the birch rods in lye, to beat it into the right shape, and bath it in milk, to give it a new skin. And last and most importantly, you must lie and embrace it the whole night through, as a woman embraces a lover."

"But there was the third princess before me," Irena said. "Did she not try this?"

"No," Lady Astrauskaite said, her gaze downcast. "I told her what the queen told me, and I had the tubs and the birch rods ready. But she had told me twice that she was not sure that she could embrace the lindwurm, that the last piece seemed the hardest. And at the wedding she tried to flee. The lindwurm gave chase, and she- she was caught and devoured."

Where had she thought to run, in this crumbling old castle? Maybe it had seemed less of a cage to a princess. But she'd been caught in it nonetheless.

"I will not run," Irena said. Clearly she could not. "And if the other choice is to be eaten, of course I will try the witch's spell."

Lady Astrauskaite smiled, worn and relieved. "The dresses I sent to your rooms should be enough to bring you to ten layers. I will bid the servants have the tubs ready in the marriage chamber, and the birch rods with them. They gave me no argument before, and will not now, though they might have looked askance at you."

Of course they would obey her. They hovered nearby even now; surely they'd heard everything. And surely they would snatch just as eagerly at a chance to be rid of the lindwurm.

***

Despite the hope that Lady Astrauskaite had offered, Irena could not sleep the whole night through. It was difficult to think about herself being eaten. But it was easy to think about her father waking without her, confused and distressed by her absence. Any explanation the Widow Simoniene made would confuse him more, or upset him if he could understand it.

Irena dressed herself in her ten layers, her own well-fitting dresses on the bottom, Lady Astraukaite's larger, more splendid dresses on the top. By the time she had put the tenth and last one on, the ones below padded it thoroughly, so that she seemed to fill it out the same way that a rich woman would.

The wedding was a thoroughly dismal affair. First there was a feast, tediously long, interrupted by faltering speeches between every course. Every speaker proposed a toast to the happy couple, and Irena, who had never had more than a single glass of watered wine in a night, had to struggle to keep her head from spinning.

She wasn't even seated close to her intended spouse, for the lindwurm had a table of its own, away from the grand one where Irena sat amid the royal cousins. Food enough for ten men went down the great creature's gullet. It was scaled like a snake in mold-colored grey, with stiff ridges along its spine. There were legs near the front end, powerful and clawed, and above that the head of a dragon.

Though the servants kept its table laden with steaming roasts and sweetmeats, it kept its eye on her, staring with unabashed hunger. Only when Irena met its gaze directly did it look away. No one else at the table seemed to acknowledge its presence. Nor hers, for that matter. Only Lady Astrauskaite tried to speak to her, and quickly was diverted.

If the feast was dismal, the wedding ceremony was more so. Prince Viktoras escorted Irena to the dais from one side of the hall, and the queen, pale-faced and stiff-backed, walked with the lindwurm from the other. The priest's hands trembled as he turned the pages of the holy book.

"Irena Kazlauskaite, do you take this-" He had to pause there, take a deep breath, and then continue. "-This lindwurm, to be your wedded spouse, your protector, to love and to obey?"

"I do," she said, and was proud that her voice sounded clearer and stronger than his.

"Lindwurm, do you take this woman to be your wedded wife, your helpmeet, to love and to protect?"

"I do," said the lindwurm. Its voice grated like stones rubbing across each other, and it still stared at Irena with nakedly hungry eyes.

She stared back, watching the restless twitching of its mighty coils, which could each trap a man within them, and the flex of its forelimbs, which had dragged its length effortlessly down the narrow aisle. It could tear the castle walls to pieces if it wanted to.

And why hadn't it? Trapped within these hallways, confined in rooms that must be entirely too small for it? For a creature so strong, the castle was no cage at all. Irena would have torn her way free and fled to the countryside long ago. She looked at the hunger in its eyes and felt an echo of it in her own heart, imagining how easily it, unlike her, could break loose from its prison.

Yet it stayed, pretending to princedom, dragging her into its farce of a royal wedding. She wished she could know why.

The priest finished giving his blessing. The young prince and the queen retreated, along with the trembling priest, from the dais. A forced, ragged cheer rang out from the assembled witnesses. She tore her eyes away from the lindworm's body, and saw it tear its eyes away from hers.

There was no glad chivaree for the newly-wedded couple, only a solemn procession to the top of an elegantly-appointed tower. It was well-furnished, Irena saw as they wound their way upwards, but the furnishings were all damaged, fabrics torn by claw and tooth, wood cracked and splintered by the lindwurm's terrible tail. The enormous bed was new-made, with fresh sheets, but she could see where it, too, had scuffs and scars on the bedposts.

By the fire, two tubs sat waiting. One was filled with yellowish lye, the other with fresh white milk. Ten birch rods lay in a neat stack between them. Irena glanced back at her grim escort, and caught sight of Lady Astrauskaite, who nodded to her from the rear.

Then they all left, and the door slammed shut, and Irena was alone with her new spouse.

"My wife," the lindwurm said, in its stone-on-stone voice, coiling up very near to her.

"My name is Irena," she said, looking up to meet the lindwurm's eyes. "As we are married, you may call me by it. And what am I to call you by?"

The lindwurm reeled back from her. "I have been given no name. I should have the mirror to my twin's, but they will not grant it to me, for the priests say a monster cannot be baptized."

Irena was trying too hard not to show her trembling to spare time for pity. But at that phrasing, she looked at the lindwurm anew.

"The white flower was to be for a girl," she said, remembering the tale Lady Astrauskaite had shared with her. "And the queen ate that one before the other. Your name should be Viktorija."

"Yes," the lindwurm said, drawing closer. "You know the tale. The misborn child of greed and folly, trapped in a shape that no soul desires."

Irena looked up to meet those hungry eyes, now closer to starving. "If you feel so trapped inside that skin, why do you not exercise what freedom you do have? If you do not want to seem so monstrous, you should not eat the women you marry."

The lindwurm turned her head away. "It is this form. In it, there are urges that I cannot resist. When I desire something badly enough, I am driven to devour it. I desired flowers, as a child, and I devoured the garden my mother planted for me. I desired books, when I learned they held knowledge, and I devoured the library when Viktoras took me to it. And I desire humanity, and the love that humans feel for each other, and so-"

"And so," Irena echoed. "I will tell you now, I may know a way to free you from that skin. But you must do as I ask, and it may hurt, very badly."

The way Lady Astrauskaite had spoken of it, Irena had thought that the key would be trickery. But she had not thought then of speaking civilly with the lindwurm. It was one thing to lie to a monstrous creature, one who would be a man and a prince at the end of it. It was a very different thing to deceive another woman.

"You do?" The lindwurm turned towards her with amazing speed, eyes wide, claws gripping the floor so hard they left grooves in the wood. "No matter how it may hurt, I will do everything that you ask."

"Then first, you must shed a skin."

The lindwurm sagged a gainst the floor, the joy going out of her. "It is not time for me to shed, and I cannot force it to begin. Even my own claws cannot tear this terrible hide."

Irena thought back to Lady Astrauskaite's phrasing. She would have to act as closely to the witch's words as possible, if she was not going to fall into the same trap as the queen.

"I will show you," she said, turning her back to the lindwurm and reaching for the buttons of the topmost dress. "I will remove this dress, and you will remove a skin in exchange for it."

The air prickled around her like there were invisible eyes in every corner. As she stepped out of the dress and turned back around, she saw the lindwurm shaking herself out of her skin. Only the uppermost of its layers, for it must have grown many to be so impenetrable; but the skin beneath it was less scuffed, and the ridges softer-looking.

"This changes nothing," the lindwurm said, and then she fixed her hungry eyes on Irena again. "But you wear another dress beneath it."

"And I will take that one off, too."

She watched, this time, as the lindwurm reached behind her head and fumbled with the ridge down the back of her neck, the same way Irena's fingers fumbled on her buttons. The skin fell away in one layer, head and forelegs and tail peeling off together. Irena could feel the magic, watching and listening all around.

And so it went, dress and skin, over and over another eight times, until at last Irena was standing naked in the center of the room. The lindwurm's skins, softer and more tender with each layer, were piled behind her. And she stood in front of that pile, a raw, skinless thing, pitiful and helpless. She was only vaguely human in shape, yet, with her face as long as a horse's and her lower limbs bound together by ropes of muscle and sinew.

She trembled and whimpered with pain at the wood of the floor and the heat of the fire, agony against bare and oozing flesh. But her eyes were still hungry, fixed fast to Irena. Hungry and full of hope.

Irena swallowed her disgust and picked up the birch rods, to dip in the lye. It seemed cruel, when just the air and the floor pained the lindwurm so terribly, but there was no other choice, unless-

Unless one was found to trade their one skin for the ten it carried.

She had not dwelled upon the witch's first answer, any more than the Lady Astrauskaite had, or the queen. For those who had power in their own right, only one of the ways the witch had offered seemed worth the dwelling. The way that let the lindwurm's shape, even now, be chosen and defined by another.

She could feel the magic even more strongly now. It prickled against her skin, nearly burning between her shoulderblades. If was as if there were buttons there, too, waiting to be opened.

Irena's own obligations were discharged. Her father was in safe hands, his dotage well-funded. All that held her in place now was the threat of force, the cage of the castle looming over her.

Behind the lindwurm, her skins lay on the floor in a thick and fetid pile. If Irena could step out of her own skin, and don those, no bond or obligation would ever tie her down again. For what walls, what force of arms, could hold the lindwurm?

Her heart full of hunger, Irena dropped the rods pressed her fingers against the back of her neck, to the place where the magic burned. But no seam or button came clear. The magic seemed to lean in closer, listening intently. It had waited, she remembered, for them to voice the exchange, each of the ten times before.

"Viktorija," she said, "will you make a trade with me? My one skin, for the ten of yours?"

"Yes," Viktorija answered, and her voice was small, and cracking, but full of joy. "I will make that trade with you."

Irena reached to the back of her neck again. Her skin came apart cleanly at her touch, without pain. She stepped out of it, as she had stepped out of the dresses, and cried out immediately at the feel of splintered wood on her skinless feet, and the draft from the fire against her skinless flesh. Viktorija was much stronger than she was, to endure them with only whimpers.

Walking towards her, Irena held her skin out, open all down the back. Viktorija reached out and took it, and it wrapped itself around her, splitting her lower limbs into two legs, remolding her face and her arms, imposing a woman's shape upon her formless flesh.

She stood, still trembling, and lifted up the first of her own scaled skins for Irena to step into. Irena felt her legs fuse together as they entered the tail, her flesh painlessly elongating to fill the space as the much-larger skin closed over her. Then the next skin, and the next, each layer of scales less tender, until the last one went on, and she was so encased in the lindwurm's armor that nothing in the king's whole armory could have broken through.

The skin closed, but the magic was still there, hanging in the air like a persistent damp. Irena felt her forelegs shaking, and her head was heavy; she looked at Viktorija, who was shaking too.

Stretching out her heavy coils, she fought exhaustion to wrap them around Viktorija. Then she crawled up onto the bed, pulling Viktorija up with her. Curled around her, on the soft, claw-shredded mattress, Irena fell swiftly and soundly asleep, embracing Viktorija like a lover.

***

They were roused in the morning by the creak of the door. The king and queen entered, fearful, and Prince Viktoras and Lady Astrauskaite walked in after, both downcast with concern. But they all looked in amazement at the bed, and who was in it.

Irena looked down at herself and Viktorija. Her own scales gleamed black, sleek and shining, instead of the mold-colored mottling that Viktorija had sported. And while Irena's own hair had been straight and dusty-colored, her skin weathered and her face thin, Viktorija was plump and noble-pale between Irena's coils, with a snub nose and a round face and chestnut hair falling in long curls.

"But," Lady Astrauskaite said, her eyes filling with tears. "The birch rods, and the lye, and the milk-"

"The witch's words were true. Here is your sister, my lady, Your Highness, and here is your daughter, your majesties. Last night she traded me her ten skins for my one, and we are both more comfortable in our new attire."

The king's hands worked at his sides, tightening into fists, then loosening when he looked again at Irena's coiling black bulk. "I would rather a daughter and her wife than a daughter and another lindwurm. I had been told you meant to save my child, but you have only traded for her troubles."

Viktorija was stirring now in Irena's coils, her eyes blinking open. She smiled at her family, and three of the four smiled back. Even the king's hard face softened.

"My father-to-be, be glad," Lady Astrauskaite said, sweet and coaxing. "You have a daughter, to please your wife with, and your son has a sister for the two of you to spoil. Irena has done this for us, as a loyal servant of the crown."

"Yes," the king said, drawing back his ire. He raised his gaze to meet Irena's eyes. "What do you want from me for this service?"

Irena unwound herself, gently, from Viktorija, then slithered off the bed. She dug her claws into the much-abused wood of the floor and gloried at her strength when it splintered and broke.

Her bride-price would keep her father fed for life, and she trusted the Widow Simoniene. There was not a feather's worth of weight upon her. "I want nothing but my freedom, Sire. And for you to treat your daughter well."

"I will make sure she is cared for," said Lady Astrauskaite, looking at Irena fondly, without fear. "For she will be my sister, just as I will still consider you."

Irena looked at her closely, trying to tell if there was any longing in her eyes. But there was only only relief and gladness in her, no appetite for claws and scales. And her hand was so firmly wrapped around the prince's that he was very clearly where her paltry human hunger lay.

"Yes," Irena said, to her and her alone. "Care well for her. She would have endured terrible pain to take this shape, and it would be wrong to let her suffer more now that she has it. As for myself, I will go into the countryside, and I will be free."

The king and queen stepped one way, the prince and his lady another, and Irena surged past them and through the open door. Winding her way down the staircase, she felt her tail bash against the walls, and delighted in the way they cracked with each blow. Half-walking, half-crawling, she emerged into the ruined garden at the foot of the tower and made for a gate in the wall.

It wasn't big enough for her full bulk, but that didn't matter. She pushed her head through, and thrust with her shoulders, and the masonry broke around her without even a strain of effort. Heart pounding more and more joyously, Irena slithered out through the hole she'd made.

The sky was blue above her, bright with morning sunlight, filled with the scents of earth and beasts and flowers. Irena paused for a moment to take it in, raising her head and twisting up and up on her own coils until she could see the rippling fields stretching away from the walls. As she lowered herself again, she saw a flock of birds in flight, winging their way over those fields towards a forest beyond.

Irena started after them. She would see what freedom tasted like, and savor it.

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