#higher priorities than ‘being sneaky’

[not-a-mawmouth]

Currently losing my mind because I just saw screen caps of that Sabina/Nika scene in episode 16 and I noticed that the scene takes place in front of an open window

Like. Seriously. Sabina. What the fuck girl. You just sat the wanted terrorist accomplice in front of an open fucking window. The person the authorities are still looking for is just. Sat there. For anyone walking by to see. Sabina. Sabina please. Stop trying to seduce your captives for just long enough to decide not to sit one of Asticassia’s most wanted in front of an unshuttered window!

[avelera]

Can I just say - the entirety of GS chapter 15 was spectacular and I loved every word of it, but above all my favourite line was Dream saying “my eldest brother does very little”

I just - love all the sibling pettiness that single line contains. I’m very much with Hob in thinking that Dream’s exasperation is charming. Like Dream just eyerolling 🙄 and telling Hob - “yeah yeah my big brother’s destiny or whatever but don’t be fooled - he’s not that important and he’s not cool and maybe I love him but he’s also kind of a prick.”

Also… Dream rejecting Destiny’s offer of dinner by saying “I have better uses for my time” and squeezing Hob’s hand?? Why do I feel like he’s planning something?? Maybe it’s just me but I’m side-eyeing Dream (and you by proxy lol). I feel like some sneaky courting may be afoot (or maybe that’s just wishful thinking).

Whatever happens I know it will be wonderful because it’s you writing it!! Thank you so much again for the delight you give through your stories!!

:D :D :D Thank you!

I mean, I admit, I did some due diligence, and as far as I can tell Destiny... reads. But he is the workaholic of the family, which is saying something in a family that also contains Dream and Death. But I like to think of Destiny as that older brother who is at the office 24/7. You know he's always at work but... why? What is he doing there? What's his day to day? No one knows. He just lives there so he has to be working all the time... right?

(Oh great, now I'm imagining Destiny as completely obsessed with Farmville or some other game you can totally get away with playing at an office job, lol.)

Now, I will say because it's not really a spoiler: Dream is not planning anything new with Hob. There's no grand courting plan coming out of nowhere to anticipate, though more plot-y stuff is coming down the pipe soon.

If we were to be in Dream's head in that moment, we would see that he's thinking about the initial bargain to look after one another. He's thinking about Hob's panic attack on the beach in Naxos, and how one of the nightmares (aka, PTSD but the term hasn't been invented yet) that haunts Hob's waking hours was caused by Dream abandoning him and leaving him alone at his lowest moments in the 1600s, when the reason Hob was immortal at all to go through all of that was Dream's fault (as Dream sees it) and he didn't help this person he's now in love with out at all. And he feels immense guilt for that now that he's realized he's in love with Hob! (Bro fell fast and hard at the meeting in Ch. 1.) He's thinking about how he feels he owes Hob his undivided attention for at least a little while, and we're talking cosmic scale here with the Endless! Dream is like "Maybe in a century I'll have cuddled Hob enough to feel ok with leaving him home alone for a night if he wants me here, ok, Destiny? You can wait until then, I've got better things to do and people I'd rather be spending time with if this isn't urgent."

Not that this is a burden for Dream! He just genuinely means he's busy right now looking after Hob as part of the agreement where Hob looks out for him and he sees that as higher priority, especially after Hob's very recent panic attack about Dream abandoning him, than a dinner that isn't even a formal Endless conclave and where Destiny won't tell him what it's for. So yeah, Dream is being a bit of a salty younger sibling about it. (As the oldest in my family, I am looking forward to writing some high-handed oldest sibling shenanigans for Destiny lol)

[alyjojo]

Thinking of You - April ✂️ 2024 - Capricorn

Whole of their energy towards Capricorn: 10 Wands rev

Feelings: The Hermit

Intentions: Knight of Pentacles

Actions: 2 Wands, 3 Pentacles & Ace of Swords

This feels like a work colleague or someone platonic in your world, they either see you as a loner or they are one, someone that keeps to themselves. Probably because they don’t like you, that’s how it comes off, but somehow have to interact with you. They’ve given up ever trying to make this better than what it is now, they don’t have faith that you *can* or want to, and it’s like they’re being patient with your bs (how I heard it) but that’s only because they have to. If you work together, that’s the clearest story I see, they need the money. They feel like they can see right through you & your intentions, which they don’t see positively, and they celebrate that fact to anyone that knows them on a personal level. They feel like they’ve been separated from you or have purposely tried to, waiting on a bad cycle to end, waiting for you to be moved to the other side of the room, another office, not in their immediate periphery. Could all be switched too 💯 They just want this issue you two have or you to go away as a whole. It’s like negativity and you are synonymous with each other - in whatever way they know you - or whatever problem exists.

More work energy, in their intentions they just plan to celebrate their work and their successes, which they seem to be having, and otherwise stay away from you. Come in, do their work, collect their money, go home. They’re independent and grateful for what they have and like the Oracle says, they don’t allow any irritation with you to get to them, they’re a serious person with their priorities in order. I do see something of a celebratory nature, like they may have sly comments that make it very clear where they stand, they’re not a sneaky or quiet type. Like they’ll leave you alone gladly, but…say something 😳 In their head anyway. In action, they’re making an attempt to work together with you to bring clarity to a situation, like a forced business meeting/project or something. Do they choose it, no. Will they be an asshole, also no. They’re trying to be the bigger person and gain a higher perspective, trying to cut through some bs so that you will then have to - especially if this is your boss. They definitely won’t hold back what they think or how they feel, but also it’s in the spirit of teamwork, and I don’t see them being unnecessarily sharp either. They can’t be. The oracle could be your advice 😆 or their attitude.

Messages:

Their side:

- BOSS 😎

- Follow My Lead

- This was only temporary for me.

Your side:

- I just want to start over!

- Cannot Handle Reality 😵‍💫

Oracles:

The path to inner peace begins with four words: Not My Fucking Problem 💯

Justice ⚖️

Equality - Neutrality - Logic

Goal 📈

Purpose - Expectation - Destination

Possible signs:

Virgo, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Aries & Pisces

If you’re dealing with:

Ace of Swords brings clarity & truth to all situations and relationships in your life. Sometimes the truth hurts, but it’s better than living in confusion or murky bs, rather have all of the information available so that you can make sound decisions and give sound advice, like Caps tend to do. You could be being very open and honest with your people about all sorts of things, or you’re hearing a lot of information that also somehow helps you learn a thing or two, I’m seeing training for someone. Maybe you 🤷

Aries - their goals are running out of steam due to drama or arguments, possibly competition, they’re starting to feel defeated

Taurus - apologizing or healing a connection, 10 Cups at the bottom, could be a loving relationship or a close family member

Gemini - has an opportunity to travel or they’re giving you one, and it’s a good thing 💯

Cancer - someone very chatty, could be telling you their every thought at every moment

Leo - leaving someone for someone else, or a new opportunity that connects with their heart

Virgo - one of you has no leg to stand on but somehow will die on that hill, so stubborn, and the other person is like 🤷 okay die then

Libra - wants to quit their job every day, plans it out and changes their mind, could also be a deeply committed relationship complete with spouse and kids, but they haven’t yet, running out of steam

Scorpio - could be going through an awakening, it’s like they’re having to question every belief they thought they had ⛪️

Sagittarius - secrets will come to light at home or within their/your relationship

Capricorn - expecting someone else to step in and take charge, and if not, will happily do it themselves…move 💯 They keep getting that everywhere.

Aquarius - nostalgic about you in positive ways, probably doesn’t talk to you much

Pisces - one day they’re super generous and loving, the next day they’re icy and uninterested, hot/cold Pisces style, could have something to do with a passionate approach that turns them off, or switch it

[fairytail-whathesays]

Do you have any Lahar headcanons? Canon content is severely lacking and I know for a fact you like Doranbolt.

My headcanons for Lahar are:

He's pretty much the polar opposite of Doranbolt, though you probably guessed that already. Whereas Doranbolt (according to me) grew up an amateur, sly gangster with loose morals, Lahar was always the quiet kid with glasses following rules and studying hard. His ending up in the law enforcement area is, quite unlike Doranbolt, basically expected of him.

But because of this, he and Doranbolt did not get along at first. Bringing the skinny gangster rat onto the side of law and justice was a move done at the behest of higher-ups seeing much more value in having access to his powers than having to combat them, and doing a lot of rule-bending to keep him employed. Newly-employed Lahar was essentially put on as his handler, and due to naturally clashing with such a sneaky and disrespectful punk, in addition to what many in the ranks perceived as preferential treatment (bc money was all that Doranbolt cared about at the time and keeping him loyal was a priority), they pretty much hated each other at first. Picture a more law enforcement-style version of Natsu and Gray.

Did you know that the Magic Council doesn't have the best reputation in Fiore/Ishgar? I bet you're shocked, lol. The Rune Knights, especially, are seen as a particularly cowardly division due to the Magic Council typically only bothering to deploy them once a conflict is already over, like vultures. This was something that was particularly infuriating to Lahar early on. These days, it wouldn't bother him so much, but that's because he's grown enough to know that being a coward that gets results is better than being a fearless risk-taker that makes costly mistakes.

Lahar always wears those gloves because his hands are pretty scarred underneath. In a sense, Doranbolt wears the proof that he's not a coward on his face--Lahar wears it on his hands. Before he became a squad commander for the rune knights, he did have the occasional moment of rebellion or spontaneous action. Trying to save someone from a disaster ended up getting his hands severely wounded. Because Doranbolt modified the memories of those involved so Lahar wouldn't get fired for acting outside of orders, no one knows about this.

Being squad commander requires more than to obtain a score on a magic meter that would make mortal men sweat. You have to be able to work quickly and quietly, capturing criminals with as little collateral damage as possible. Your knowledge of Jutsu Shiki has to be on a level that you could conceivably write incredibly complicated barriers and traps in a very short amount of time. Relative to other wizards, Lahar may not be very powerful in raw magical terms, but he can cast in seconds what would take lesser wizards several minutes to do. He's also somewhat famous in the ranks for his clever work; he's captured criminals who know some Jutsu Shiki before, and intentionally left "holes" in the barriers he put around them that, when those contained tried to break through those weak points, only ended up reconfiguring and tightening the barriers.

Lahar and Doranbolt are both orphans. But while Doranbolt was orphaned in his teenage years and essentially had no adults around to guide him and became a criminal because he thought he was unbound by rules, Lahar was orphaned later, in his twenties, and essentially became even more closed-off and

Some bonus Harbolt headcanons:

Lahar is surprisingly popular among the law enforcement divisions. For the same reasons as Freed, you'd be surprised how much ladies (and the occasional man) like a well-dressed, classily rule-abiding gentleman. Doranbolt--who has his share of heartthrobs doodling pictures of him as well--has often teased him about stealing all the hearts while he's out on spy work.

It is actually way more difficult to fluster Lahar than Doranbolt. Doranbolt will blush if you catch him off guard with a flirt or dirty joke--Lahar will let it slide right off of him and continue as if nothing happened. Because of this, and how Lahar is technically single, there's a bit of an in-joke about the "Lahar challenge" and how it's impossible to ask him out unless you're Doranbolt. It is not something he's unaware of and a small part of him smiles every time he hears someone whisper about asking him out.

[uncloseted]

well yeah, high functioning people deserve help. but low functioning people should still be a priority

I mean, I guess? But first of all, random people on the internet don't get to decide who is "high functioning" and who is "low functioning", and that kind of rhetoric can put off even the most "low functioning" people from seeking help. Mental illnesses are sneaky. They do their best to convince people who have them that they don't have a problem and that there's no need for treatment, even when their mental health is really bad. When we have this rhetoric of "the most low functioning people are a priority", we feed the mental illness's ability to make rationalizations - "there are people who are struggling more than I am, so I don't deserve help. I'm still managing to maintain a job, so I don't deserve help as much as people who can't work. I have a friend, so I don't deserve help as much as people who don't have any friends. I eat once a day, so I don't deserve help as much as people who fast," etc. etc.

Plus, rationing mental healthcare only makes sense in places where there's a scarcity of providers and where the system is already over-taxed. There are a lot of places where that's a real concern, but that's not everywhere, and providers will tell you if they don't have space for you. If a provider has space in their schedule and is okay with taking patients who are higher functioning, there's no reason not to take that spot. And the solution to the problem of "not having enough mental healthcare providers" based on who we deem "needs them most" isn't to ration care- it's to train more mental healthcare providers so we no longer have a shortage.

Plus, at least in the US, there are a lot of therapists who aren't trained to treat patients with severe mental health issues- their job is supposed to be to work with patients who have sub-clinical, well-being, or relational issues. Licensed Marriage and Family Therapists (LMFTs) and Licensed Clinical Social Workers (LCSWs) really aren't trained to work with patients who have a diagnosable condition (although they sometimes do). Psychologists are typically the type of therapist someone should see if they have a severe mental health issue or are, as you put it, "low functioning". That's not to say that there aren't LMFTs or LCSWs who are great at treating severe mental health issues or that someone shouldn't see a psychologist for issues that aren't severe, but rather just to illustrate that (at least in the US) the system has a place for people who are higher functioning and just need some extra support.

[cosmicangel888]

Choice = Reality ~ Let it BE YOUR OWN

Let none make your choices for you - none ever.

There are many that do and use their best sneaky ways to play a conversation like a chess match and when the conversation is done, you realize that they brought you into a story that you did not have a voice in;

They weave, the dabble, they make what they are saying as if it is a win for you, and yet the entrapment is all over the place;

For you to make their life easy, better, balanced, while they make it sound like they are doing you a favour; believe it or not, these are usually family, those in power, those with titles, or like to think they have power and weave any document, offer, conversation as if you need what they are offering;

All that is NOW; your own making - so trust in your wisdoms learned, and what the traumas have taught you - as you sit in love, peace, and higher knowing. Learn from the lessons & choose from self love;

When you love yourself - you choose what is equal love and matching its vibration.

How and why someone that claims they care, get others involved that have no idea, no clue about energy, spirituality, being honourable, truthful, and filled with integrity and family members that are steeped in financial illness; there is not amount of money to fix, or make better; it is simply sick and feels like a ditch - non-integrity and I call all corruption; corruption is taking what is and doing, infusing, making, choosing with free will to make it twisted to ensure one side wins, all else pays for the sickness;

#calgarycrime #calgaryFalsespiritualists #calgarycorruption

The elite, the family that breed twisted behaviour, entrapment, manipulations, deceit, dysfunction to buy, bind, entrap family and energy so their insecurity and plight to their will, needs, desires; rather than growing up and healing - taking ownership and responsibility - the twisted inner agenda's and plots continue - the deceit, the twisted plans to pull in the innocent to look after their mess; while doing spell work - having a family member do their talking - do their leg work; all is corruption; shady, selfish, manipulative, and God, Source, gave all years and years -

Monies stolen; return it.

Using my business - stop using my name, business, stop bidding to demons for I own them, they work for me; God gave privilege to me on all demons, all angelica; that is how alchemy and honouring, understanding Universal Law of Oneness -

Character is everything - religion is not spiritual it is a dogma a belief and a pattern that many hide behind to define what is not known within - Source, God is an essence and will bring up flowers out of nowhere and heal diseases with a breath -

Anyone that thinks what they know about you;

Anyone that thinks speaks, chooses, truncates you out of your life play, your life reality - is acting, living from dominance and control.

Purity of heart, empowerment, encouragement, inspiration is to uplift all into their own sense of self; not controlling, not games, secrecy and games to 'make you stronger' mess that brings and breeds corruption - damage done. Leave me be.

God is felt, known, flows in all life - religion does not - magic and dark arts and religion, or cult like activity in the interference of others lives; taking, scheming, brain washing, mind-scraping - while saying 'I am the Holy One' is pure corruption;

When you play with others lives as if you have say, priority and authority over, of, and play with energy and people like a game; it is abuse, dominance and control -

Peoples lives are not 'a game,' and to infuse testing, playing out life like a race, obstacle race, and how much can someone take to prove what? Better, winner, how powerful your spells are and how much your money can buy and how much silence and souls will be brought into your lair - how many souls will be bought -

No means no. I know everything - anyone approaching me will see a closed door, blocked phone. Leave me be, grow up and go heal.

discernment will be all that you need to make way to move away and go away - be the shelter for none that had given you nothing but damage and pain, suffering -

I will not allow, enter and make another's karma or mess better; I will not take on anothers' mess. When years and years of warnings were given. Blogs and blogs of proof.

It is pure and simple malicious.

I call judgement on the deceit, manipulation, games, and corruption of purity of Gods offering, purity of light, energy, and good will that gave unconditionally with wisdoms and energy to heal all; it was partied over, laughed, and videos of mockery and defamation to make money on the underground to false gods and ugly harm.

None take credit for my life, my development - I chose how I developed through life, and had no choice; none were with me, none, not 1 call of apology to this day, not 1 email of apology and not 1 penny returned; all know what they did; hiding information, telling false stories, blaming, falsifying paperwork, stealing inheritance, and documents to make your life rich; is that rich? Petty, immature, and no version of leadership one may claim and tout to those wanting their fellowship - All will be shown; and I wish all well; leave me be.

The suicidal wishes, I had no choice but to do anything I could but to get up.

My life is all me and my choice, my work, my inner knowing, my alignment - period. Has nothing to do with anyone but me and God.

Why all are trying to return; they know all I had was me; I had no money but the bare minimum and even then got the backlash of fighting for that; to go through life and fight for the bare minimum and nothing; enslavement mentality - is just sick.

Some want you to play that game and will make anything sound like they are doing you a favour and will never take accountability nor will ever be mature in their own spiritual souls evolution to humble themselves to see, feel, know the damage done in their own lack, and misdirection; again, the same messages of healing since day 1;

As they try to make my work theirs, take my content and make it theirs, they still throw daily spells, and 'come hither spells' for their ego cannot get 1 right action and 1 good will return an honest effort.

So be it, all is

None will take credit to my development how and who I become;

Malicious intent is. Just as kind and good will actions, truth, honesty is. At the core of all religions; to treat humanity as a gift, treating thy neighbour and all; I don't think any religions offer 'deceive and pull in thy neighbour for bidding, spell work, and sex group work to steal and harvest their birthright' for power, for status or beauty - and is that really beauty?

Deep wounding, all said 1000 times before;

Wasting the life of the beloved.

Excuse the arrogance of abuse; pointless and callous

How to live in self love, self honour, self value; as above so below, as within, so without - It is not rocket science.

#calgary,

the ones they hired around the world, to do spells, casting, charts, voodoo, jar work, whatever timeline, whatever dimension; leave me be; you know who you are, you know who I am and why you all did the most;

Karma is; and now it is dealt.

Your choice will be what clears it or not; bring down an earthly angel, be it a child, a woman, or an animal - these are the lessons, for you have no idea who is in front of you - hide behind harmful deeds and call it 'sanctified' - then so be it.

God is and God will is- all were told how to make it right; otherwise leave me be - enough of the plots and plans.

Corruption is a spiritual void; choice = reality

All in creation is natural and whatever intention, motive, agenda; is and equals how you clear karma, or pile it on; period.

No amount of nice talk, or smooth talking, to charming talk fools your soul, fools your spirit -

You know they do not care not only will they do all possible to delay the inevitable with legal mess, their maturity will be shown in trying to bring delay, obstacles; they simply do not want you to feel any level of happiness and such beings, karmic, and friend group watch how death magic, ugly magic, confusion magic, and sick toxic sociopathy to creep up and they are the ones that are offering you what you need?

No.

Human rights, spiritual rights and karma, diseases and the level that Source will return and repeat when you only do what you do to make anothers life hell; subtlety or covertly, behind the scenes, nothing escapes God; and so too will their placement be to show all and the heavens; allow what is to be - simply be aware of what some swim in and the intentions, agendas, and motives; discernment.

These are manipulation tactics; and while they say what they say, they miss all genuine truth, integrity and sneakily do, say what they need to to bring what they want while zero accountability and only when you are doing well;

Regardless of what you have said, done, seen legal representation to say "NO' there is still the thought, need, codependence to keep you in their story for bidding, for games, and the clout to have their basket filled - Return the monies and make your lives count in loving and positive ways; stay in your own lane; it is that simple.

Leave me be; 0 respect is not caring what others say, or how they wish to heal, but doing what you want because it is good for you and to ease your life; is not respect - it is lessening your load - it has nothing to do with forgiveness -

Time for a miracle.

Give all the credit they deserve for simply being here.

There is no proving.

There is no testing.

There is not measuring up.

There is simply being - can you love just this? In all of its uniqueness and however one chooses to be and express? Can you be allowing of this and not targeting the differences and bidding them to come to your side, or play your games to feel as you are better, the winner, the great one;

Being great is being pure within - period.

Having none to be on your side or buy in; that is not importance.

Being important is doing should be done, doing what can be done, and doing it with good will and pure heart; because it heals the world and creation - few have such courage - because they are wounded and choose to sit in it; so be it.

I came, I will be and always speak truth;

My life is the courage of who I am. I will not be bought, nor pulled to play games with the innocence of pure God love;

I know God, I know love

I am pure - I was damaged and harmed beyond reason - beyond understanding - and I simply am troubled at how to process that level of intentional vibrational, mental, emotional, financial, spiritual abuse; there is nothing left for you to take; the lands are barren, and hearts aching - scheme and plot some more; there is nothing left; then what......oh hearts of the corrupt, at what point will this mean anything?

There is nothing left but to face what is in the mirror.

None will escape the karma they created, chose. I will not fix what you chose to do after years and years of praying for all to stop. Keep the degrading energy and behaviour will only keep the karma; so again, choice is reality. Your life is your proof - I survived the trauma and abuse. The return energy of such and intentions of such is returned as was portended years ago. Your choice; your body, your life.

All you do, think, plan, plot, affects the all - all governments, all leaders, all preachers, - your words carry weight - will you offer fake plans, ploys to have your world made right while doing nothing for another that truly is deserving - none play God and what is who is, how is deserving, and if you think you are a sayer of this; you are not a leader and should truly return to being a student; arrogance leads and breeds ignorance -

love and heal yourself from being lost inside = All you do affects all.

Will you drop to your knees and heal now? That is where all riches reside. And that dear ones endures and none can ever take that from you - why money was never the ploy and agent for me; you can spend millions to spell me away, you can spend lifetimes to kill, place on a cross and poison with chemicals, harsh agendas and motives, with spies and stalking, games, plots, and at what point will your spirit breathe -

The world you make; ....take, take, there is nothing left to take; your bodies, minds, spirits are showing all, enough is enough - your goals, your lofty plans of taking, all the killing, harming, deceiving, tricks, kicks, manipulating, damage to the beautiful hearts that wait for you to make this world a safe place, a kind and loving space.

You forever changed creation in your selfish malice and that was your choices; all have a choice now to make right, better, or not; when there is nothing left - will you then go within?

None knew me.

Yet they chose what they chose for their rigid beliefs and thoughts of me; oh callous ones, that do all you can to place my name in being crazy, mental, evil, or unfit, and do all you can to take monies that you will burn with bags and stuff; to leave me empty all the time, never to receive the goodness I am simply worthy of;

Those that try to block the natural, the good, the beautiful and think they have right, power, entitlement to play god and steal what they think and hate another has is deep lack of self wounding; will you heal.

Is gang-stalking, stealing, taking, harming, spelling, the smile of the innocence off of a planet that has done nothing but love you -

The masters sit before you - be humbled and bow to each - feel the softening of what true oneness and self love is; the power of a simple honest smile, caring for all to heal, to be and know they are loved is a grand and beautiful thing; that is leadership.

I am a woman. Pure, simple. I am sacred, I am a mother, and I write because it is who I am; I teach, I offer; because it is my joy.

I am not from this place, yes born here; but my essence, my DNA, my knowing, my wisdoms; my origins are of many realms, worlds, and I simply came to bring light and healing. I know who I am; I am happy that I made this life, and through it all - I can smile and offer it forth - there are many wounded souls - maybe something one day will click, and rather than taking, corrupting, making forcible plans and schemes; there will be silence and knowing respect is a common practice of mastery - no respect has been shown, offered; so be it, I know it was more for me to respect me; I can still smile that is the story to what God is, love is, trusting in the beyond - Oneness is this;

Perhaps we can simply learn from my one simple story of pain, disappointment of a world, of peoples that never understood light, energy, higher knowing, realms unseen and unknown, the children that ache to play beyond violent games and being used for adults that know better - perhaps we can simply pray in silence, and breathe and ponder what world we create in the corruption of such beauty, unconditional offering; be it planet, oceans, air, water, kindness of someone you do not know; all is a gift, the body you sit in, the mind you corrupt with darkness and chanting for demons to get, take, and make you better -

All that occurred in my one lifetime here, through the sojourns, the intentional malice simply did not need to occur; it was all so unnecessary.

Those that are being instructed to come forth - see my lawyer - I will not take personal calls nor invitations have not been sent out- the plans and schemes will not be accepted; your choices are now your mess.

All will be blocked, equally as what was intended and blocked to me.

Proof is proof.

When you have nothing, when you have been given, nothing that is proof.

Nothing is proof. No accountability, no honour, no respect, no return of anything stolen, taken, pillaged, financial abuse and abuse of power is - when you take selfishly from someone in any way; proof is proof - when those abuse you - in the myriad of ways that people do; stealing your business, while you do the work, they receive and plan, take, and you keep working - denial, playing, lying, giving you 0 credit, while keep taking - that is your proof - people will show you who they are - trust that and simply do not engage.

Close the door and timeline forever. Let them sort out their financial world and financial hearts and souls; let them pray in their money and claim such power.

So very unnecessary - and I kept saying stop, don't and leave me be....

And so when old karmic energies, tactics, plots, games, those that Come out of no where when they have been no where to be seen forever; simply block, close, sever ties, and release, and do your part in healing - intend the past healing, intend the past is closed, and never to reopen and all from the past to never return; Intend, disengage and move on.

Choose new energy - choose new realms to play in; all have made their choices and take no guilt or blame for their choices of abuse, deceit, and manipulation; send it back and have them face, learn, and move on; block block block. Stand in your power - you owe none.

Block all games; Energetically, mentally, dream time, spiritually, physically - block everyone they want to send you and block any attempt of spell, or blockage they want to send you to make their life better - when all they did was make your life hell;

True love is one that you can soften unconditionally to, and would always have your back, never throw you under the bus, never take and steal, bid, spell, or twist your honour to serve them to those that have no clue about sacredness, energy, or God; a true soul mate is one that chooses for betterment of soul growth and regardless of what outer is saying, showing - integrity is everything -

Know that you can seek legal, social help with restraining orders and protection orders; none have the right to keep bullying, bringing you into their life and mess; their healing is their healing; all were told, shown.

When you soften and know, no harm will ever be done; and simply disappointing I have never met that person yet - but I have faith;

Recognize truth before you - recognize it and do not let it slip into worries, drama, chaos, and non-action to heal, make right; the more time slips, nothing is healed.

Was the past actions, taking worth what is now?

YOU CAN LOVE BEYOND TRAUMA!

Forgive, move on, forgive and stand in your own power to know what is right before you, within you - honour your feelings, emotions, and choices; this is to clear karma - clear how others have harmed you by acknowledging it; own, claim, what is, what was; forgive it all and know you can love beyond pain, suffering; you can love beyond the tower.

Faith in God that there is a divine love; that honours good will over money, and honours truth over spells and illusions of false importance - I know who I am and what I deserve. the past was merely the lessons for healing - I will take myself there and none no other will ever stop me from receiving - ever.

What world are you creating - it is unfolding and manifesting -

Wishes and prayers cannot take some things back; manifestation is now; perhaps that will be enough to heal..... for your healing- love is the only way.

Maybe that will be enough.

And so be it,

Money is money.

Love is love.

Who I am and made myself is purely me; and it will never end; my path with Source is eternal and I am profoundly so grateful in which I was brought here - none will ever take credit for my work, my life, my way; that is doing the work;

Take honest looks at all past experiences with; proof is proof, harm is harm, deceit is deceit - dominance, control, abuse, is what it is; apology is and move on -

Towers are towers - I have learned and moved on; the past will not be allowed to continue another cycle; damage was done, I have healed and continue to heal; it will never be revisited, nor opened, nor ignited; end, no, closure, forgiveness, done. CLOSURE.

The cycle is closed, and will never reopen;

All is for each to make their life better, higher and more rich in loving grace, spiritual energy is matter - all manifests; truth and integrity is proof. Deceit will show itself as proof;

Truth will always prevail.

None will ever know the heavy lifting, transmuting and alchemy you do for all - even the ones that impale you the most - let God make that favour and checks for balance - God misses nothing -

Your pure intent to simply be love is everything in this game and will always be - do not be this for anyone - be this for you - that is healing, and none can do, make, take, this from you.

God knows all - spirit is. breathe in you make all of it count, or not.

One endures.

Joanna

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[comicaurora]

Do you have any tips on how to better define, develop and flesh out your characters? As in, what are the most important questions to figure out about them to make them believable/realistic.

First off, it's extremely validating for me that you think my characters fit that description.

Re the actual question, I've touched on this in another post, but there's always more to say on the subject. And this might be the nerdiest thing I've ever said, but ultimately I think most characters operate by a highly individual system of axioms, and their actions can be pulled from the space those axioms collectively define. Characters are often created in a vacuum, but they never exist in one; characters are defined by their actions and reactions in the context they're put in. What defines how they react is determined by those character axioms.

Characters are often built as lists of adjectives - brave, stoic, sneaky, cruel, etc - but those adjectives are all implied reactions. A character is only brave when facing something they might fear, only cruel when interacting with other characters, etc. It's more helpful to think of the axiom that drives that descriptor.

A character might be brave because axiomatically they refuse to show weakness under any circumstances, considering it a fate worse than death. Maybe they're like that because they've been hurt before and nothing scares them more than being that powerless victim again. Or a character might be brave because they're completely at peace with everything in their life and that leaves them genuinely not afraid of anything, since even death is just another step on the journey. Or they're brave because they're protective, and the only thing that scares them more than what they're facing is leaving their loved ones to face it without them.

Once you establish one of those axioms, they imply corollaries. We now know how the protective character will act when their loved ones are in any way imperiled, how the peaceful character will react (or fail to react) to most potential inconveniences, and how the no-weakness character will react in any situation that threatens them with the specter of their own victimization. We can then establish more axioms to fill out the rest of the character. For instance, maybe the at-peace character is also intensely pragmatic, and takes the simplest solution in any situation, regardless of how personally damaging or morally dubious that solution might seem. This combines with their at-peace axiom to produce a character who's potentially extremely dangerous, frankly, since their chill unflappable attitude allows their pragmatism to go to extremes that other characters might find unthinkable.

Now we also have the seed of inter-character conflict. No two characters will agree 100% of the time. There's always a space of contexts that they'll approach from fundamentally incompatible perspectives. Our hypothetical peaceful pragmatist might clash with any character with a strict no-killing policy, for instance, or broadly anyone with a higher priority than Solving The Problem As Efficiently As Possible.

Once the character's major axioms are established, you can feel how they might react to specific contexts. Our no-weakness character might charge into tense situations and take foolish risks because their definition of "weakness" includes things like "not charging headlong into danger." Our peaceful pragmatist might kill the villain mid-monologue. Our protective type might stress their friends out by running themself ragged trying to take care of all of them all the time.

But characters never have just one choice in a given context. They always have options. Maybe the no-weakness character swallows their pride and stalwartly focuses on the greater goal instead of charging in at the first sign of bad guys, knowing that patience takes the most strength of all. Our peaceful pragmatist might consider taking out the villain in one shot, then decide that another character's emotional arc and catharsis is more important in the long run and allow that character to fight the villain without help so they can work through their issues most efficiently. Our protector might hold the attitude that they can only protect people if they themselves are physically healthy enough to do so, and shy away from damaging self-sacrifices as a result.

The character's axiomatic makeup presents the author with choices of how it makes sense for them to respond to a given situation - the author still gets to choose which option they want, or which option will best further the plot. In my experience, this method pretty much guarantees that the character will never do anything jarringly out-of-character or inconsistent with their established attitude while still allowing the character to surprise the audience sometimes.

[themattress]

Battle of the Seasons

DuckTales (2017): Season 1 vs. Season 2 vs. Season 3

So now that this series has ended, how do the seasons stack up?

Season 1 stands as a favorite for many because it's what introduced us to this re-imagining of a classic Disney cartoon, and right from the two-part premiere it showed that it was going to do it right. As Doug Walker said in his review of it, "it's funny, it's creative, it's modern, it's retro, it's classic, it's new, it has great animation and charming characters, clearly combining old-school Disney adventures like their comics and the Disney Afternoon with newer Disney adventures like Star vs. the Forces of Evil and Gravity Falls - and they mix perfectly."

I want to digress by elaborating on Doug's last remark: DuckTales is one of the animated Disney shows that on the surface seems bright, silly and cartoony, only to increasingly reveal a continuous story arc(s) that sucker-punch viewers with how complex, serious and emotional they can get, and done in such a skillful way that it doesn't sacrifice the show's general kid-friendly tone in the process. Gravity Falls started this trend, and it's continued with Star vs. The Forces of Evil, The Lion Guard, Elena of Avalor, Tangled the Series, Amphibia and The Owl House (Wander Over Yonder and Sofia the First also flirted with this style in their final seasons, Milo Murphy's Law attempted something along its lines but failed miserably, and Big Hero 6 the Series went in reverse: establishing continuous, complex and serious story arcs right off the bat only to end as just a bright, silly and cartoony show where even the story arc going on throughout the episodes is played for laughs.)  

Ironically, the one major weakness Season 1 has is actually related to its continuous story arc, which is divided into three distinct plot threads: Dewey trying to solve the mystery of what happened to his mother Della and what role Scrooge played in it, Magica De Spell sending her "niece" Lena to befriend Webby and infiltrate Scrooge's family in order to steal his Number One Dime, and the rise of Gizmoduck as Duckburg's defender. These plot threads seem totally unrelated to one another until the finale where they all come together, which is fine. What isn't fine is the pacing - it takes an obscenely long amount of time between episodes that progress each plot thread. And while it being the first season means the show can get away with this particular weakness due to establishing its characters and world being a higher priority than pacing out the overarching stories, it's a weakness all the same.

Season 2 is basically what happens when you take Season 1's structure and work out all of the kinks. Once again we get a mix of standalone adventures and a continuous story arc that is divided into three plot threads: Louie trying to make his way in the world as an adventurer businessman in charge of "Loue Inc.", Della returning from the moon and learning how to be a parent all while the manipulative leader of the moon's denizens plots an invasion of Earth, and Scrooge engaging in a bet with Flintheart Glomgold that says whoever makes the most money by the end of the year wins the other's company. The difference is that now the plot threads regularly intersect with one another rather than just waiting until the finale, which also now brings back elements from the standalone adventures! This means that the season has a far greater sense of purpose and forward momentum than its predecessor.

I also feel this season's arc is the strongest in the series due to the characters who are front and center in it. In Season 1, I cared about Lena and Webby and what was to become of them and their friendship which made it all the more upsetting when its pay-off failed to deliver (something this season mercifully rectified), but Dewey rubbed me the wrong way too often and I wasn't given enough time with Fenton to sufficiently care enough about his personal plight when becoming Gizmoduck. Louie, Della and Scrooge, despite all of their bravado, are all far more interesting, flawed, vulnerable characters who I enjoy watching grow. General Lunaris is the best Big Bad in the entire show, being a physical and mental match for Scrooge and his family in a way that no other foe they faced before or after is, on top of being intimidating and loathsome in the best ways possible. And "Moonvasion", where everything and everyone comes together, still stands as my favorite season finale, my favorite extra-length episode, and one of my favorite episodes period.

And finally we have Season 3 and.....it's a mess. A high-quality mess, mind you, but still a mess when compared to the previous two seasons. One reason for this is the inevitable result of mixing all sorts of other Disney Afternoon properties into the show, which the writers have slowly been doing since the very beginning but it really explodes here, with major roles and showings by the likes of Goofy, the Rescue Rangers, Kit Cloudkicker, Molly Cunningham, Don Carnage, Darkwing Duck and his cast of supporting characters and villains, Bonkers D. Bobcat, and even Goliath from Gargoyles in a roundabout way.

But a bigger reason is that the story arc's three plot threads - Huey overcoming his personal hang-ups and anxiety, the search for the Missing Mysteries listed in Isabella Finch's journal, and the evil conspiracy against Scrooge and his family undertaken by FOWL - are tied together right from the start. The writers probably thought this was a natural evolution from Season 2's structure, but it turns out to be a big step down, as now these plot threads are left fighting each other for screentime and focus. This is especially damaging for Huey's personal arc, which doesn't receive the same amount of focus that Dewey's and Louie's had and doesn't even get a definitive wrap-up...it just kind of stops two-thirds of the way into the finale. And it's a damn shame given that Huey, with his knowledge-seeking nerdiness, commitment to boy scout honor, and autistic-coded neurosis, has always been the most likeable of the triplets.

While the series finale, "The Last Adventure", is excellent and ties the whole show together as one grand, cohesive story, I honestly feel like the whole season could have benefited from possessing more of its epic, large-scale quality. If I was in charge, I would have had the Duck family learn about the FOWL conspiracy right near the start (instead of Launchpad learning about it and then becoming unable to warn the rest about it), and then have the arc mostly be a globe-hopping adventure where the Ducks seek to get the Missing Mysteries before FOWL does. Huey's growth would be more pronounced and have a more definite wrap-up. And there would be more obvious foreshadowing for the big twist regarding Webby the closer things got to the finale - it may have not been so divisive among fans if the writers hadn't insisted on being super subtle and sneaky about it right up to the eleventh hour.

I would keep "How Santa Stole Christmas" exactly as it is, though. That episode was perfect.

Final verdict: Season 2 > Season 1 > Season 3.

[maoist-mizer]

not to complain about christianity on main, but i will be doing that rn because i just dont want to go to church tmr and the general idea of church brings forth feelings of dread within me. so yea if you dont want to read about me rambling continue scrolling. 

i just don’t understand the whole concept of god being ones top priority within christianity. sure i dont identify anymore as christian, i havent for many years now, but obviously around my family i’m a sneaky double agent, so i end up thinking a lot about these sort of things. 

but like i dont get it, above all else, your family, loved ones, etc, god is supposed to be viewed as first. you have to make time for worship, and i guess with living with people like my mum, she considers it like insulting were you to put any activity as a higher priority than going to church or church related things (like that time when she refused to let me stay home because i was in so much pain from my scoliosis, and it took my sister and dad also arguing with her to finally make her concede).

but i just dont get it because, with that logic, what was the point of putting us all on this planet then? what’s the point of giving us free will, and earthly things and desires, if in the end our purpose is just to praise our creator? its almost as if free will is dangled in front of you as an option, which you can take, but there are still correct choices you have to make--it’s just an illusion. like there’s something so egotistical about it, a creator making something for the sake of it worshipping them. its just always something i think about.

hate it here. 

[innaminitus]

Love actually

Pairing: Loki x reader

Request: Hey! Can you do a Loki x reader Christmas smut? Loki x (virgin) reader having been dating for a while but haven't had sex yet. The reader is finally ready, so she plans a night just for the two of them. However, Loki is sent on a mission and won't be back until after the holiday. The reader mopes around Christmas day, but Loki surprises her that night. Sorry, that was probably too detailed... sorry. I'm just in the mood for something hot and smutty. Thanks! 💕 (from @lovesmesomehiddles​)

Warnings: smut, virgin reader, a bit of fluff

Word count: 1725

A/N: i’m super sleepy, sorry if i didn’t proofread it correctly 

You’ve prepared everything.

Perfect dinner you’ve spent hours making from scratch? Check.

Candles, smelling like what you’ve imagined love could smell? Check.

Loki’s favourite wine which Thor brought for you from Asgard? Check.

Sexy lingerie on your very own body? Check, check, check.

This night was going to be special. You were ready to take your relationship on another level, to get rid of any boundaries you had left. You couldn’t wait, to be honest.

Dating Loki was the craziest adventure of your life, with his heritage, age, with long fingers and sneaky tongue. Oh, and the whole being god thing. That wasn’t important.

What was important, was the fact that you were still a virgin and while the thought of having sex with the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on was more than exciting, the idea of the act was slightly terrifying. You were afraid it would hurt, but you were ready for the short pain. With him? It wouldn’t matter even if it hurt for the rest of your life. You wanted to have your first time with Loki, with the god you madly fell in love with.

You were sitting on the chair as if it was made of needles, waiting for him to enter your flat. He was a couple minutes late and you were getting nervous. He was never late, and you began to wonder whether you didn’t scare him away. He knew what your plans for the evening were…

Your phone rang and you almost jumped on the spot. With slightly shaking hands you answered. It was Loki.

”Where are you?”

A second or two passed, but it felt as if the whole eternity went by.

“I can’t come, love.” His voice was calm, but you could hear that he was angry.

“Why?” You said it so quietly you weren’t actually sure if he could hear you.

“Odin desires my presence during some meetings about the other realms.”

“But I prepared everything–“

“I know,” he interrupted. “I know, love, I promise to make it up to you.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

“Fine, just… How long will it take?”

“Two or three weeks, I’m afraid.”

You were fighting tears. That meant he won’t be back before Christmas and you will be forced to spend holidays all alone.

“Come back as soon as you can. Please.”

“I will, love. I have to go, now. I’m sorry.” With these words he hang up, leaving you with cold dinner, opened wine and bitter feelings clenching your heart.

*

You were sitting on your sofa, wrapped in a blanket, with gold eye masks and a glass of red wine in your hand, watching Love Actually for a thousandth time. It was Christmas Eve and you were alone, hoping that the movie and wine would make you feel better, even if just a little.

Even if it didn’t work at all.

Knocking on the door made you spill a bit of wine. Who would it be? It was Christmas Eve, not to mention it was awfully late and you were all comfortable in your pyjamas.

You got up and walked to the door, hoping it wouldn’t be anything important and you would be able to go back to your misery and loneliness.

What you saw when you opened the door, however, was much better than your blanket of doom.

“Loki!” You squirmed, jumping on him, his soft chuckle got lost in your hair. “How is it possible that you’re back?!”

He entered the apartment with you still clenching onto him tightly and closed the door.

“I managed to escape my father. I couldn’t bear the thought of you spending holidays alone.” He put you back on the floor and caressed your cheek. You could tell he was tired, dark bags under his eyes and overall paleness were enough of a clue. “And I’ve missed you.”

You smiled at the sound of that, stood on your tiptoes and kissed him gently.

“I’ve missed you, too. Horribly.”

“As far as I can see, you were doing fine?” He raised his eyebrow at your eye masks and the movie playing. “Maybe I should leave–“

“No!” You interrupted him quickly. “You’re not going anywhere, sir!” You took off the golden gel from under your eyes and tossed them on the table. “I’m doing awful and you need to change that.”

“Oh, do I now?” He stepped closer, a ghost of a smile wandering on his lips.

“Precisely.”

He kissed you, once, gently. Then again, leaving gentleness behind, cupping your face in his big hands and pulling you close, so close you forgot where you ended and he started. His tongue forced you to begin a dance, a sinful dance you wouldn’t be the same after.

His hands sneaked lower, one rested on your shoulder, playing with a strap of your shirt, the other one squeezing your hip tightly. You let him slid the strap and forgot how to breathe when he lowered his head and kissed your bare shoulder, left pecks all the way through your neck, to finally find your lips again.

His fingers traced the hem of your shirt before he grabbed a handful of the silky material to roll it up, up and over your head, leaving you just in the worst granny panties you had.

He choked on a laugh when he saw what you were wearing and your crimsoned as you realized that as well.

“Very, umm… very sexy, my dear,” he laughed as he laid his eyes on the panties. One would could think that the sight of your bare breasts would be enough to distract him from the underwear, but apparently Loki had other priorities. “I dare to say this is the sexiest–“

You didn’t let him finish, because you slapped his arm hard enough for your fingers to hurt and for him to laugh again.

“You can go home if you want,” you murmured, crossing your arms and covering yourself from his sight.

His smile never faded when he gently took your fingers in his and unravelled your arms.

“I don’t want to go anywhere if you’re not there,” he whispered, kissing you once more.

When his hands grabbed your thighs and forced you to wrap your legs around his waist, you immediately forgot about the panties, the shame, the loneliness you felt. All that mattered was that he was there. With you.

You barely noticed when he moved you to your bedroom and your back met the sheets. His lips never left yours, exchanging lazy kisses. His tongue was suddenly on your neck, he bit you gently, then kissed lower, on your collarbone, and lower, on your shoulder. You couldn’t hold back a sigh when his warm lips touched your nipple, kissed and sucked, only to repeat the action on the other one.

He was moving lower again, and you cast away a thought that maybe you were not ready yet. It was gone as soon as it came. You were ready. You wanted him. You needed him.

He hooked two fingers on your panties and raised a brow at you. This was the moment. If you wanted to stop, he would not protest, but instead you nodded your head. You didn’t want to stop, not when the hotness was spilling all over your body and your pussy was throbbing, begging for his touch.

With one move your panties were gone and you were left all naked for his sight and his sight only.

You expected his fingers, but what you received was much better.

He licked a stripe through your folds, spreading wetness and saliva, purring at your taste. Holding back wasn’t an option – you moaned at the sensation of him sucking on your clit, your hand got lost in his black locks. His tongue was working on you its magic, leaving you a squirming mess. One of his fingers caressed your entrance and slid slowly as the tip of Loki’s tongue stoked your clit, the sounds of sucking, licking and thrusting drove you insane. Another finger was in and you felt your whole body trembling as you screamed your orgasm into the void, got lost in his name, in the overwhelming pleasure which took over you.

He gave you a second or two to cool off. When he crawled up, he was already naked, his clothes gone with a flick of his fingers, his impressive length dripping on the heated skin of your stomach. He leaned to kiss you sweetly when he gently parted your legs and lined with witch your entrance.

Just one more look to check if you haven’t change your mind. You haven’t.

He pushed himself slightly in, gasping silently in your lips. It didn’t hurt, you were still dripping wet from your previous orgasm. He slid in just a little more, then more and more, until he was all the way in, kissing you passionately. You could feel him holding back, not wanting to rush you, giving you all the time you needed even if he was shivering with impatience.

But you were impatient as well.

You grabbed his face and kissed him hotly before grinding your hips onto his. He didn’t need anything more. You felt him slid out and back in, slowly first, but faster moments after. He thrusted into you repeatedly, the pleasure was building in your stomach again, your moans met his smirk as he lifted your leg higher, reaching even deeper.

His fingers found themselves on your pussy, rubbing circles on your overstimulated clit, making your muscles clench on him. This time it was Loki who moaned in your lips, the sound of his deep voice only made you want him more, you moved your hips to match his pace, soon finding yourself on the edge of the world, on the edge of the sky and jumping into the sea of pleasure and squirms. Your legs were shaking, his fingers were working faster, his thrusts became harder. He wasn’t far behind you, shot of his hot cum made you come yet again, and this time you were surely going to faint.

He stayed inside of you for a moment or two before kissing your swollen lips and smiling in that kiss.

“I hope this will do, because I don’t have any present.”

___

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[certain-death-awaits]

Theories & Predictions for Champion of the Titan Games

If you need a refresher on the full lore of the Fair Folk, do read my post about it. They’ll be quite relevant to these theories. Now, let’s read the theories! If you want anything explained, don’t hesitate to make a comment, or send an ask on anon if you’re shy. It’s weird to write everything down after just having it in my head for so long, so this might be long-winded and incoherent.

Ezabar, the Somber Knight, and Selona -  I theorise that the Somber Knight is a lich. The Somber Knight has an especially dark reputation according to Henrick, and resides in catacombs (built by wizards even though Dragon Slayers generally have a distaste for wizards).

The air in his lair is markedly lifeless, though pure.

He is thought to be undead- something more “powerful and evolved” than a zombie or wraith- by Tanu and the public of Terrabelle. When he loses his leg and forearm, he isn’t in danger of dying, but makes his way back to his lair to regenerate. In popular culture, a lich keeps its soul in a reliquary. If destroyed, the lich would re-form at the location of its reliquary.

 Like the Somber Knight, liches traditionally spend their time hidden from the world in their lair.

In Fablehaven, liches appear desiccated (like the ones on the Path of Dreams) or completely skeletal (like Calumbra or Ezabar) .Their touch also bruises-  both would be good reasons for the Somber Knight to be completely encased in armour.

In Fablehaven, a lich is a type of undead (the lich Belrab used to be a wizard), who deliberately retains some of it’s former human will. Some are able to control lesser undead. I think that the Somber Knight, or Ryland as is his true name, was one of the Fair Folk, and think the Fair Folk had a role in placing him. I don’t think it’s really in question for him to have been a wizard- all Dragon Slayers hate dragons, and tend to distrust wizards. He also has a name that sounds like a Fair Folk name (Like Lockland), and resides under Terrabelle; he would have even been placed there at the same time the territory was established. Eve found his name from “the old stories”, and Lord Dalgorel asked him to help Eve even though only the caretakers of Wyrmroost are supposed to command him. Seth asks Ezabar if he’s a lich, and Ezabar concedes that “that is one label”. Ezabar asks Seth to find a piece of information for him in return for allowing him access to the prison. To help provide context, he explains that he used to live in Selona. It’s possible he lived there as a wizard, but I think that he lived there as one of the Fair Folk, because he asks Seth what became of a boy called Toleron, son of the Duke of Hester, whose mother was called Ingrid. It seems like a matter of personal importance to him. I think that becoming a lich or whatever higher form of undead might be more common among Fair Folk, or at least it doesn’t have the same taboo it seems to have for wizards. Oh, and I asked Brandon Mull if Fair Folk could become undead, and he said that they wouldn’t be normal undead, but could be liches or revenants. Those would be the forms of undead with their own will.

Wizard-Fair Folk Cooperation- Wyrmroost was established by Archadius, the first wizard. Wyrmroost has had several caretakers since its establishment, the fourth of which was Agad. Though the Fair Folk are neutral, there is a settlement of Fair Folk at every dragon preserve, with the three largest settlements being at the three with a Dragon Temple, and this is not common knowledge- perhaps deliberately so. These three preserves are also where the Sage’s Gauntlets, shield-that-repels-dragons, and harp-that-soothes-dragons are guarded by the dragons. The very talismans that helped defeat the dragons long ago. I suspect the Fair Folk are stationed in these locations to keep an eye on the dragons, and that they-at least formerly- are here to prevent the dragons from gaining power over the other races. Further proof that they have diplomatic priority- by “ancient treaty”, the defences of Blackwell Keep do not repel the coach of Stormguard Castle.

I also want to talk about the Sovereign Skull. If you don’t remember it, you can catch up on it here. I think that Selona was created by wizards primarily to house the Sovereign Skull, or at least the sphere it’s located in. I would equate it with Zzyzx, which had a physical location (Shoreless Isle) but was in reality its own realm. Selona would have a physical location in Europe (as Ezabar alluded to) but be its own country. It’s very secret- Eve declines to tell Kendra and Seth about it, Ezabar says it’s impossible to access, and Agad only reluctantly shares information about the location of the skull with Kendra. It makes sense- the Fair Folk enforce neutrality at Selona, and Lord Dalgorel was certain the dragons would need to “crush Selona”. “If our mother country falls, it could create a permanent imbalance, and unending age of dragons.” he says. The dragons mean to destroy the Sovereign Skull. I believe they are connected.

Humbuggle and Curses-  What happened at Stormguard Castle is widely referred to as a curse by those who do not know what happened, and was created by Humbuggle. Serena, investigating the Nipsie curse, was last seen headed for Titan Valley, which is where Gabrinko said that Humbuggle’s Castle is. After all, it was Humbuggle, colluding with Graulas, who cursed the Nipsies. My theory is that the Nipsies are a cursed form of Fair Folk- that’s why nothing is ever designed with them in mind (think the Path of Dreams). Calvin says that Nipsies “used to be more powerful. And bigger. Maybe even as big as I am now”. But to curse them, he’d need a motive- I think it’s possible he intends to weaken the Fair Folk as a group. Another curse of his might’ve been the phenomenon in which “Almost no babies are being born anymore. Nobody is sure why.” Weakening the Fair Folk would benefit Humbuggle simply because they are a neutralising force, and of course curses are Humbuggle’s hobby.

Calvin and Humbuggle- I think that Calvin is either colluding with, or he is Humbuggle. I have only circumstantial evidence, but here it is. Look how these parallel one another-

“The curse came with a prophecy,” Calvin said.

“Tell me.”

“All nipsies can recite it:The curse arose from the demon’s blight; the lord who slays him will set it right.”

“It rhymes,” Seth observed.

“Most of the good ones do,” Calvin said. “Some strain more than others. But the basics are clear. Whoever kills the horrible demon will help lift the curse.”

And then these two scenes from Wrath of the Dragon King

“I suppose,” Humbuggle said. “I could also eat plain oatmeal every day to stay alive. An explanation is more pleasant when it rhymes. And a tad more official.”

“To keep the game fair, I will confess that the Wizenstone is jealously guarded by a powerful demon. Any who seek to claim the stone would have to ward off the demon before long.”

I also think it’s intriguing that right after showing Kendra how he morphed into Augie and Elouise, this exchange takes place:

“You’re sneaky,” Kendra said.

“Young one, you have no idea,” Humbuggle replied.

Bracken misses Calvin when he’s reading minds. They never check with the Nipsy elders that Calvin is legitimate. Camarat does not sense any darkness in him, but he is also unable to tell what Calvin is before he reveals himself. This is of note because in SotDS, Camarat is able to tell that the knapsack contains an “unconventional automaton and a hermit troll”, and is able to detect that Seth is a young shadow charmer. Gabrinko says he’s legitimate, but like @carolinelikesdinner said, he’s an outcast from his society and may be exiled for a good reason. He would also have access to Fablehaven- in the Caretaker’s Guide, it’s mentioned that there is a magical dwarf among the colony at Fablehaven, whose intentions are unknown.

Loose Things That I Want To Point Out

-Serena was “with a woman of human size”. I have no evidence, but intuition tells me she is Isadore, an enchantress mentioned in the Caretaker’s Guide.

-Ezarod was killed by Dromadus in dragon form. Dragons, when they become wizards, change their name. Liches are often former wizards. It’s possible, though unlikely, that Ezabar was in fact Ezarod.

-Celebrant’s wings make an unmistakable whistling sound when he approaches by air. I know Chekhov’s gun when I see it.

-The Roost is Wyrmroost Castle. The caretaker used to split time between it and the Keep. It was important enough to even have a scepter. However, I cannot find any other allusion to it, and we can only assume we will learn more in future books, meaning we will hopefully return to Wyrmroost.

Agad is a Shady Bitch- This isn’t a theory, but I have a couple of things I want to point out. First, don’t forget that Ryland thinks he may be:

“Agad became caretaker long after Wyrmroost was founded,” the Somber Knight said. “He was the fourth caretaker. Wizards love their secrets. It is possible he never knew the medallion derived power from a hidden scepter. If he did know, then you were set up to become caretakers, and to discover this knowledge on your own, so you would be forced to decide how to proceed without external influence, thereby assuming responsibility for all the associated risks and perils.”

Agad constantly warns Seth to stay away from the Blackwell. When he departs for Soaring Cliffs in WotDK, he warns Seth to stay away from the Blackwell. Marat, too, frequently warns Seth to stay away from the Blackwell. Of course, this is for the safety of himself and others- but he’s also one of the only people even capable of releasing the beings of the Blackwell.

Vanessa lists shades and haunts as ethereal restless beings, much like apparitions, phantoms, sky phantoms, specters, and wraiths. Shades and Haunts are said by Amulon to live in the Barrows, Lackluster Woods, and Adjoining Meadows- why weren’t the creatures of the Blackwell given their own domain like this? I have a very good reason- Agad’s grudge against the wizard-turned-lich imprisoned there. According to the Sphinx, Belrab is a powerful lich, and controls the other beings imprisoned there. This is eerily similar to the case of a Morisant; he was another dragon-turned-wizard-turned-lich, imprisoned along with his minions. (It’s never explicitly stated Morisant is a lich- but he matches all the requirements)

[phoneboxfairy]

No More Interruptions! Nalu smutfic

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/23605495

Many wizards didn't have days off very frequently. Earning a living through jobs took high priority, especially when rent was due. So when more well known wizards, like a certain dragon slayer and celestial mage, actually did have a free weekend, you can bet they took full advantage of it.

...or at least they tried to, anyway.

Team Natsu had been running almost nonstop for weeks now. Lucy's rent and bills were paid and her fridge was full of food. And honestly, they were all feeling pretty worn out.

So when Erza suggested that they take a few days off before getting back to the grind, nobody complained. In fact, Natsu was quick to whisk his girl off to her apartment for some much needed private time.

"Brace yourself, babygirl. We ain't leavin' this bed much all weekend." He purred once they were cuddled together with the door locked behind them.

Lucy had no objections. As they worked on peeling one another's clothes off they shared kisses with steadily increasing heat. They made slow, sweet love until the waves of passion claimed them, then kissed and cuddled in the cool summer evening air.

After such energetic activity sleep came easily for both. The promise of more fun lingered.

Natsu woke up first, fairly early for a Saturday morning. He was quite content with stroking his girl's hair and skin as she dozed.

At least he was until he heard her let out a moan and felt her grind against his leg. He got an idea, a naughty idea he knew she would love.

Slow, careful, he slipped his hand down between her thighs. His fingers roamed over and past her blonde curls then stroked over clit and slit.

She moaned, shuddered.

Good sign. She always loved getting fingered, loved his teasing almost as much as when they fucked.

He parted her lips, breathing in her most intimate scent. That sweet musk... so tantalizing, so appealing.

Fuck, she's so wet...

Two fingers stroked over her slit then delved into her depths.

She whimpered, arched her back.

"Ohhh...oh na...Natsu..."

She's awake. Good. A wicked smile lit up his face. He slipped his free hand down and started rubbing her clit while he worked on fucking her with his other fingers.

The whole thing was driving her wild. She bucked her hips in time with his strokes and deliberately let her ass rub against his cock.

That's where Natsu got sneaky. He slowed down then pulled his fingers out. Lucy made a rather irate sound, but he ignored it. Making her edge was another fun bit of teasing he had just about mastered.

"Natsuuuu..." Pleading.

"Shhh, not like we're goin' anywhere today..." Chuckle. He kissed her neck, squeezed her breasts, and rubbed against her ass.

Lucy made another sound, this time a breathy moan that sent a not-unpleasant tingle down his spine.

Then...a rapping sound on the window.

Knock knock knock

"Hey Natsu!" Damn that cat!

In the space of a heartbeat the lovebirds were covered up in blankets. Natsu even had his hands on Lucy's chest. You know, added protection...that's what he would claim anyway.

"What is it, buddy?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go get breakfast at the hall but I see you've got your hands full!" Happy snickered...at least until Natsu glared at him.

"Yeah, we're good. See ya later on." He waved the exceed away then pulled the curtain closed. "Freaking interruptions!"

"It's okay, Natsu. We have all weekend to play." Her voice was a sensual purr. She reached over, delicate fingers tracing his forearm. "Would a Lucy Sundae make you feel better? I have some chocolate sauce in the fridge..."

"Yes please."

"Go on, silly." Airy giggle as she gestured toward her kitchen. He obeyed, bolted to the kitchen and back in record time with the bottle of sauce in hand.

Natsu would never turn down a blowjob, lived for the sensation of Lucy's soft lips and tongue savoring his cock. Yet he enjoyed lavishing oral pleasure on her just as much. Watching and hearing her reactions, tasting chocolate on her already sweet little pussy...now that was a special treat.

So he settled down with his head between her thighs. He parted her lips with reverent fingers, exposing her exquisite pink folds.

"Damn, Lucy..."

"Don't be shy now, Natsu. Anh...!" He flicked his tongue against her, swirled around her clit.

That was just the warm up. He loved taking his time with her. He opened the bottle and let a few drops fall onto her skin. She shivered at the sensation of cool chocolate against warm skin.

And she downright shuddered when he lapped up the slick evidence of her arousal.

"Na...Natsu? Is...is it okay if I play with your hair?"

"Duh. But only if I can squeeze your boobies."

"Do it..."

"As you wish, princess." He slipped both hands upward, caressed over her tummy, tickled her ribs. She giggled...at least until those very capable hands found her breasts. She tangled her own hands into his hair, mewling at the onslaught of sensation.

He squeezed, kneaded, pinched, and caressed all while taking his sweet time to taste every inch of her.

So soft, so squishy, so fun to play with. And the way she smelled and tasted...mmm.

"Lucy, baby, you taste like heaven. I wanna eat you until you come, then take you and ravish you like the goddess you are..." Her blush deepened. "Natsu have you been sneaking my dirty books again?" "Maaaaybe." Unrepentant chuckle. "Sounds good, though, right?"

"Sounds perfect. Less talk, more action, though...ahn...mmm, just like that..."

"Like this?" Warm tongue stiffened and rubbed over her clit. Her breath quickened, and she seemed to melt at the contact.

"yes..."

"Louder, baby." More rubbing. Lucy shuddered again and writhed against him. He watched her trembling, felt her hands tug his hair, tasted her getting wetter and wetter.

"Nat...Natsuuuuuu..yes....YESSSS!" Oh yeah. That was plenty loud enough for his liking. He smirked, then scraped his fang against her swollen little nub.

That did it.

The sounds Lucy was making, paired with the sight of her body writhing in the height of pleasure, was damn near enough to make Natsu lose it...if not for knowing damn well he wanted to bury himself deep inside her first...

Well, soon enough.

He cradled her in his arms, held her close and kissed her as those shudders subsided.

Slowly but surely their kisses went from soft and tender to deep and lustful. "Already?" Her stamina always surprised him. Not that he had any cause to object. "Yep. As delicious as that mouth of yours is, I'm kinda craving something...mmm, bigger." "Alright. I'm happy to satisfy that craving." A shared giggle and a particularly amorous kiss. Natsu reached down, worked on unzipping his pants, craving the sweet release only his woman could provide...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "Natsu! There's trouble! A dark guild is threatening to start a war!" "You've gotta be FUCKING KIDDING ME." He was furious. So fucking pissed, Lucy was surprised smoke wasn't coming from his ears. She wrapped herself in a sheet, squeezed his shoulder in an effort to make him calm down...at least as calm as he could get in this situation. "It's alright, Natsu. Let me get dressed and we'll take care of this." "No. You stay here. I'll handle it." She knew that growl, knew he meant some serious business. Best not to argue. She leaned over and kissed him. "Alright. Just don't take too long..." His posture softened a bit, and Lucy knew her kiss had tamed the dragon... at least a little. He nodded, pulled his scarf and sandals on, and bolted out the door.

She adjusted her sheet then stuck her head out the window, keeping an eye on a potentially interesting situation.

Natsu went barreling in, screaming at the enemy troops about how rude it was to interrupt someone who just wanted to have sex with their "smoking hot girlfriend, dammit!" Lucy blushed at that and slipped her head back in the window, peering out from the curtains for the sake of invisibility.

His entire body was ablaze, and being interrupted only spiked his temper. So it didn't take long for him to knock half the dark wizards out and send the other half screaming in terror with a well aimed Wing Attack.

Triumphant, he sauntered back to Lucy's apartment. He smelled like smoke, that campfire scent she found oddly irresistible.

And his eyes were smoldering.

She took one look at him, gazed right into his eyes, and let the sheet slip off her body. Then she wiggled her finger in a "come here" gesture. Pants, shoes, and scarf were all tossed aside.

He pounced and treated her to a passionate kiss that set the mood and made her heart race.

She expected aggression, expected to be pinned to the bed and treated to some rather rough dicking. But he grinned and pulled her close so they were face to face lying on their sides.

"Lift your leg here." He instructed in one of his low growls, gesturing towards his thigh, a little higher than where she usually rested her legs in such situations. She obeyed, wrapped both legs around him, then mewled as he slipped into her.

"You like this?"

"Yes. So deep, so...unh, so good..."

"Good." Deep kiss. Natsu nibbled Lucy's lip and started to move. Somehow it felt different, incredible as ever in a new way. Maybe it was the position. If so, both were keen on using it as often as possible. She clung to him while he moved, letting his hands wander downwards to squeeze her beautiful boobs and eventually stroke her clit.

That was when she started trembling, the way she did when she was really getting into it.

"Don't stop, Natsu. Please."

"Wasn't plannin' on it, Luce." He shifted a little, nibbled her neck as he went faster. "You know I love making my girl come. So...mmmmn, so hot watchin' ya get close to the edge, knowin' I got ya there..." "Only you, Nat...Natsuuuuuu~..." Not quite there, not yet, despite those delicious moans. "You love it when I fill you up, don't ya..." "Ye...Y...yesss.." "Then scream for me." Devilish smile. He pinned her down and fucked her even faster than before. Her pussy clenched around him, so warm and wet. He knew she was close, knew she would be in the throes of a delicious orgasm any moment now.

"Oh...nah...nnh.. NATSUUUUUUUUUUU!"

“Perfect…” He claimed her mouth with his own, a motion that was surprisingly tender. He came, shuddering, whispering her name over and over again against her lips. “Lucy...my Lucy..holy shit I love ya…”

“Love you too, Natsu. More than the moon loves the stars.”

“That’s a lot.” Goofy grin.

“Yeah, it is.” She grinned right back at him, then pulled him into a gentle kiss. “Hungry?”

“Nah. Not yet. I’m cool with layin’ here holdin’ you for a while first.”

“Me too.” One more gentle smooch as he pulled up the blankets then wrapped his arms around her. Both dozed off fairly quickly. They hadn’t planned on napping, not really, but neither could say they minded.

Weekends off were for resting and relaxing, after all. And where better to relax than in bed and in the arms of the one you loved?

~Fin

[lilithiansun]

June 2020 for 𝓟𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓼 🌊

♓︎ Pisces Sun ☼

The Self & Spirituality - Seven of Swords Operating from the shadow, perhaps a bit sneaky. You are trying to improve your situation right now, but people around you are unsure of your motives. Some might think you are preparing for treachery. Who knows? Spiritually, you need to be careful of any kind of deception. 

Love & Relationships - The Hermit, Ace of Cups Self-love is having a higher priority for you this month. You are carrying around old emotional baggage from your past and you are trying to finally leave these behind, because they might interfere with your current relationship. Meditation and contemplation can help you with that. Understand yourself better and learn to forgive yourself. If you succeed, you will be able to enjoy this pure and innocent love you share with your significant other, your love deepening and gaining in meaning.

Career & Finances - Three of Swords Your job is causing you great pain in June. You might lose your job, be bored and discontent with it or have some issues with your co-workers. If you do experience issues with your colleagues, try to solve them by communicating, having an honest conversation can sometimes do wonders. Financially, it doesn’t look to good either. Try to make a plan on how to secure a budget in case things get gloomy.

♓︎ Pisces Moon ☽

The Self & Spirituality - Two of Cups You are emotional, warm, sweet, caring and nurturing. People around you approach you when they need support and advice.  Spiritually, you might find yourself having an extraordinarily strong connection to your spirit. You are very harmonious and balanced when it comes to things concerning your spiritual path.

Love & Relationships - Six of Wands The relationship you are in is very stable and strong in June. You have each other’s back because there is a lot of trust involved and you work really well together.  If you are single, a very confident and sociable person might enter your life. Whatever you do, listen to your feelings for this person and let these guide you.

Career & Finances - Four of Cups Your job is boring you, making you perform poorly. Try to find some ways of motivating yourself, until you found a solution to your situation. Financially, you might find yourself comparing yourself with others. Don’t do that, if you do this, you might miss important opportunities. And remember that your conditions might be totally different and not even comparable in the first place.

♓︎ Pisces Rising ↗

The Self & Spirituality - King of Swords Logic is what you trust more than your feelings this month. This makes you a bit hesitant to make any decisions lightly. Inactivity is scaring you - you don’t allow yourself any rest and need to be productive at all times. What are you rushing yourself for? Spiritually, you are a bit hesitant to use the knowledge you acquired to practice. You prefer to emerge yourself in research.

Love & Relationships - Ace of Swords Something has been bothering you in your relationship for some time but you are finally finding the courage to address it. Ignoring an issue can bring a lot of harm and pain to a relationship and you noticed that. Working on it is really healthy, but how you deal with your issues is up to you.  If you are single, you should be true and honest for this might help you finding a new love soon.

Career & Finances - King of Wands This month you should focus on gaining experience. You are very talented but a mentor, someone who is supporting you, might make you even better than you already are. Try to network and learn from others. Financially, keep being careful when it comes to spending money and your finances will improve a lot!

[imagine-that-one-thing]

Her Majesty. || 4

Everything Grows With Love.

Harry and I have hardly spoken since our arrival from Ireland. I've been bustling with royal duties and assisting my mother to prepare for the Garden Party of the year. I used to cherish these functions as a kid, it was always entertaining to sneak away from the nanny and roam the grounds of Buckingham Palace that would be filled with more people than I could count at the time. Of course, the King And Queen were well aware of me roaming and sipping on tea and had bodyguards a few steps behind me at every moment, however, at the time, I thought I was getting away with being sneaky and participating in an adult-only event.

Now, as I am older, I dread most of the garden parties due to the fact the garden parties are not about sipping tea and eating sandwiches anymore, they're more so for conversing with Lord-Lieutenants, Societies and Associations, those in the higher power of government and the elite. Quite frankly, I don't fancy dealing with members of parliament at what's proposed to be a party; it's not much of a party when you're forced into the world of politics. Garden parties are a royal tradition dating back to Queen Victoria's time in the 1860s, so trying to get out of attending them is... hard and almost impossible.

I glance out the window, peering down at the terraces that are Elysium-green and silk soft this summer. The staff are scurrying to get everything ready for the garden party that's meant to open its gates in just a few hours. Against my mother's requests and somewhat complaints, my father refused to reschedule the garden party, insisting that even in a heatwave, it was necessary for the party to go on.

I overhear the doorknob of my room rattle before the door rasps open, diverting me from my gaze below. "Your father needs to get that fixed, sounds hideous," my mother shakes her head at the racket of my door, ironically though, the door shouldn't be the main priority for what needs to be fixed in this household or family. What needs to be fixed is the unfairness of the damn monarchy and its rules that should be abolished, but what would I know? After all, I am only the Princess.

"Good afternoon, it's good to see you're on schedule with getting ready," my mother half beams, solely being sarcastic but endeavouring to lighten the mood and keep high spirits.

I don't respond, instead, I offer my mother a fake smile the best that I can. "Anastasia, your dress is on its way up, you'll be expected to be ready promptly."

I roll my eyes, irritated by the fact royal protocol is only followed when it is damn convenient for my Father. "Please tell me Dad isn't going to force me to follow royal protocol for what I wear."

My mother nods her head, "You still have to follow protocol, Anastasia, it's a royal event."

"I'm not wearing pantyhose, and this isn't a royal event, this is an announcement for whom I'm meant to be dating." I remind my mother of what today is about, it is thereby forcing me on a pedestal and narrating to the world that I am dating, declaring a soon to be engagement and crown take over.

"Anna—"

"No," I cut her off, "Unless you're going to tell me that we don't have to go through with this, then I don't want to hear another word," I bluntly reply, not having any regard for the fact that she is the Queen. If anybody else was to speak this way to her, they'd be calling for their heads.

My mother clears her throat and heavily sighs, "Your dress will be up in a minute, be ready to walk the gardens by three," my mother informs me with her soft-sounding voice before she walks out of my room, her heeled shoes sounding against the dark floorboards.

I shift back to gaze out the windowpane down at the terrains below me where shortly I will be thrown into the swarm of people who want to know every detail about me, but I don't have any details to bestow. The details I want to share, I am forbidden to. I never thought I would end up in a forbidden love just because of royal blood. But here I am, standing speechless with a mind overflowing with racing thoughts, contemplating on which Prince I should choose when ultimately, I should be talking to Harry; I should be choosing him.

♔ ♔ ♔

The gardens are bustling with people, the staff can't keep up with the demand of food and drinks, and the band is playing modestly enough for me to catch the melody of the birds sheltering in the trees, but loud enough for me to disregard the conversations around me that more than likely pertain to me. The bad thing about these events is the fact that more times than none, the conversations are about me, about the future of the crown or about the upcoming tours.

The shadow that has been lingering behind me since I stepped out of my room, steps closer to me as there is a gap between me and others.

For a moment, there is silence between us and it takes everything in me not to turn around and speak to him. I don't know whether he wants to speak to me, as I have said, we have barely uttered a word to each other, and to be honest, we both have every right to be avoiding each other. I have my reasons and he has his, but what good are any of the reasons to let them determine our relationship?

"You look cute wearing a hat," Harry comments while proceeding to scan every inch of the garden he physically can observe.

I stop to smell some of the roses before I turn to him, "It's a fascinator," I bitterly correct Harry, but I immediately retract my tone of voice, "But thank you. You look good in your suit." I dully compliment Harry.

"It's the one I wear all the time."

I nod my head, trying not to quietly chuckle at his smartass comment. I am well aware it is what he wears all the damn time. The man isn't one for change, he has been wearing the same cologne for years, his hair hasn't changed; I am pretty sure he has been going to the same barbershop since he was six. He quite literally has a wardrobe filled with the same attire. It is very rare I see him dressed any other way than in his typical black suit. I have suggested before he changes things up, perhaps change the white button-up for a maroon button-up, but he was not amused by my suggestion. "I'm aware. Must you be so close to me? I'm still upset with you." I mutter despite the fact I enjoy him being close to me.

I have missed him being close to me, I have missed him being with me as more than just my bodyguard; I have missed him, but I don't want to admit it, I can't admit to it.

"Princess, there are over 8,000 people here, of course, I have to, it's my job as your bodyguard... and as your boyfriend," he trails off in a whisper just for the two of us to understand as we walk closer and closer to other people in the gardens.

For a moment, I feel a sense of comfort.

After days of not knowing where I and he stand, it's reassuring to know he is still my boyfriend. Despite the fact that I am upset with him for embedding pressure on me due to particular circumstances, I feel more at ease knowing we are still together.

"Harry," I breathe out and he hums for me to continue but I can't find my words.

How do you tell someone you're in love with them when you're being forced to date someone else?

I want to tell him I love him, I want to tell him that we can pack a bag and run off to wherever we would be accepted. I want to tell him that I choose him, that I will choose him, over and over again. But I can't, I can't muster up the right words.

"I'd like space, please," I inform Harry, still uncertain of how to arrange my thoughts about the entire situation, especially today when in a few mere hours it will be announced that I have a boyfriend... and it isn't Harry.

"As you wish, Princess... space from me or everybody else?" Harry questions and I can't help but smile to myself.

I need space from everybody, but the soon to be Queen cannot lock herself in her room and ignore the royal duties or royal parties thrown at the palace. Space is something that is foreign in the royal family, everybody knows everything. Every move I make is reported back to the staff or the press, I am never truly alone. Even when sleeping there is a guard outside my bedroom, and although I am not complaining, on some nights my bodyguard is in my bed. I do wonder what it would be like to be alone, with no staff, no security, no press, no assistant, nothing; it would be blissful to be solely alone and left in peace.

I heavily sigh as I see the mother of one of the men who are on the list to date. "Need space from her?" Harry asks.

"Yes, but I'll allow this encounter, my father would be mortified if I avoided her," I respond, expecting Harry to take his usual step behind me, but he doesn't, he stays beside me.

Victoria wanders closer to me and grants me a smile, and for a moment I hope she marches past me, but she doesn't. "Anna, hello, darling," she's cheery and enthusiastic with her greeting.

"You curtsy to Princess Anastasia," Harry makes it a point to remind Victoria to be courteous and curtsy, also making a point that he doesn't like her being informal and calling me Anna. Nobody outside the family calls me Anna, it is informal and impolite. Harry, however, is the exception to the rule.

The woman narrows her eyes towards Harry as if an attempt to show dominance and superiority, "And who are you?" Victoria questions with a tone of voice that only indicates she's talking down to him.

I don't have to look at Harry to know he's more than likely giving her the glare that is a warning not to try him. "SO14 bodyguard." He bluntly responds. "Curtsey," He instructs in a firm manner.

He despises being questioned and talked down to, whether it be by Royals or by those who are considered normal.

"What level?" She inquests.

"None of your business." Harry sneers.

"Hm, I don't think I like your attitude, you won't be the bodyguard accompanying the princess and the prince when they're in public."

"My bodyguard doesn't change," I immediately inform Victoria who appears to believe her son is the chosen one. To be quite honest, I don't care who is chosen, Harry will not be going anywhere. No changes in my security will be made without my say.

Victoria can hire her own set of security for her son but she sure does not account for me.

"We'll see about that one," she mutters, looking Harry up and down, commencing to make me feel uncomfortable.

"Princess, you're needed by the marque of food, the Queen is requesting you," Harry informs me, cutting the conversation with Victoria short.

"I will see you for dinner with Prince Henry," Victoria informs me and I excuse myself politely and step away from Victoria.

I make my way towards the marque of foods that are set up meticulously. Garden Parties always consists of cakes, tea sandwiches, and sweet and savoury finger foods, all of which I am meant to avoid. It is not okay for me to be photographed eating, it isn't ladylike. Lucky for me, the staff make sure to put aside food for me in the palace, they always leave me with Scones with homemade Balmoral jam and clotted cream on top.

"Well, she's a royal bitch," Harry murmurs when there's nobody but the staff around us.

I glance over towards Harry and roll my eyes, "Be polite, she's still royalty."

"Mhm, a royal bitch," he nods, a clear indication he's pissed with such comments, and he has every right to be, "Does she think she can get me fired or moved from your service? Because I'd like to see her try."

"Harry," I sigh, "You're staying on my service, don't do anything, okay? Just stay with me."

"Oh, Princess," Harry grins, "I wouldn't want to go anywhere else."

"Harry," I narrow my eyes on him, "You know exactly what I mean."

"So I can't force you into a safety protocol the second she comes back around?"

I shake my head. "No."

"It won't be anything major, level one safety procedure."

"Don't start," I mutter, keeping an eye out for anyone who may get too close to hear the conversation. "The quicker this day is over, the better. It's bloody hot in this dress."

Harry smirks before he softly speaking, "Take it off?"

"Aren't we meant to be arguing?" I question, referring to the fact he has barely spoken to me and has been an outright asshole to me. I didn't start these issues and neither did he, but it doesn't mean he has the right to ignore me or be an arse.

"Anastasia, we can discuss the problems later in private. Must you hold such a grudge?"

"In case you forgot, Harry, you're the one who made it seem like you were breaking up with me over something stupid."

"You being in a relationship with some tool isn't something stupid. What's stupid is hiding our relationship for the sake of a fucking crown." Harry harshly whispers.

"That's no way to speak to a princess."

"You and I both know I'm not speaking to the princess right now. Are you doing this to aggravate me?"

"A little," I shrug, "But in all seriousness, we need to discuss things, okay?"

Harry nods, "You need to go back to your royal duties," Harry subtly gestures towards the crowds of people who are chatting away and enjoying the company of the royal gardens.

"Yeah, my royal duties of figuring out whether my father has chosen Theo or Henry as my boyfriend."

"Rub it in why don't you," Harry mutters unhappily, taking a step behind me and gesturing towards the path he wants me to take in order to get back to my duties.

I don't obey, I stand my ground and I turn to look at him. He clenches his jaw and he heavily sighs, "Anna, you're making my job difficult. I need to focus on this crowd, not our argument," Harry mutters, his eyes shifting like they always do.

I cock my head to the side, "What are you looking for? You're making me nervous."

"Looking at hands, eye contact, dress code of others, all signs of a threat, now stop and do your bloody job so I can do mine and keep you safe." Harry again gestures towards the path he wants me to take. "I will change my service if you continue to be defiant."

I shake my head, "No, you won't. You never let anyone take me at such big events."

"Anna—" Harry begins.

I cut him off, "I am going," I roll my eyes, noticing the fact he is getting highly frustrated with me at this very moment.

♔ ♔ ♔

I take a few steps behind me, well aware that Harry is always just a few steps behind me, I clear my throat, "Harry," I grasp his attention and he steps to the side of me.

"Princess?"

"H-Harry I-I'm scared."

"Of what? I'm right here, there is no threat," he assures me, but I shake my head.

It is a different type of fear. I'm not scared for my safety; I am scared of my heart falling in the hands of the wrong person, I am scared of my relationship becoming a failure. I'm scared of losing someone I love over something that I can't control. Everybody dreams of being royalty, they think it's all about pretty dresses and tiaras, what they don't see is the downfall of relationships because of a royal curse, also known as protocol and tradition.

"You know they're—— they're announcing things in a minute, and I... " I trail off in an attempt to find my words and perhaps a breath of relief, but I don't find the clarity and the air that I need.

"Breathe Anna, it's okay."

"No," I shake my head, "It isn't."

This isn't okay there is absolutely nothing okay about my parents trying to marry me off to someone I am not in love with. Royalty or not, there is more to marriage than a crown, and there is more to obtaining a crown than marriage.

Don't be fooled, with or without a man, I can run a monarch and do a damn good job at it. I don't need a King, but a King needs me.

"Your parents are right for making you choose a royal, sweetheart."

For a moment, I'm stunned that Harry is suddenly on board with me dating someone besides himself, I thought he would have fought a little harder. "I don't want that, Harry. I don't want Henry or the other guy."

"I can't give you what you deserve, you know that. Now isn't the place to discuss this. You're panicking, don't panic, it will be okay." Harry informs me, his eyes intently watching every person that walks past me.

He has a point, right now might not be the right place to discuss the matter, but when is the right time and place to discuss whether or not a relationship is worthy of continuance or not?

Is there ever a right place to discuss things?

My thoughts continue to spiral and the world around me feels as though it's spinning.

I look at Harry and his eyes lock with mine, "Anastasia?" he questions, stepping closer to me, overstepping the usual distance between bodyguard and princess, "Anna, are you alright?" He questions and I nod my head.

I'm not quite sure when life got so hectic, perhaps it was always chaotic and I just don't remember having to share the burden as much as I do now.

Growing up, I was told I'd grow up to marry a lovely prince where we'd get married at Westminster Abbey, we'd be welcomed and adored by the crowds of Britain and they'd accept my husband as King while I reign as Queen. But here I stand, in the middle of the gardens surrounded by people who have had too much of a say in my life from the moment I was born. Here I stand, watching as my father begins to introduce Henry as my boyfriend while the man I love stands behind me.

I take deep breaths, the summer sun shining down on me as the relentless heat continues to suffocate everyone. We are only on day two of this heatwave and I already want to whisk myself off to a cooler place, one where nobody will find me nor bother me for quite some time. I take a breathe and take my fascinator from my hair before turning to Harry. He raises a brow as he stands in his perfect stance, hands behind his back, his eyes aware of everyone's positions and his lips pursed into a fine line, his facial expression being of one that simply expresses nobody should fuck with him. "I need water, please," I softly inform him, beginning to fan my face with my fascinator, well aware that I am breaking royal protocol, it is impolite for me to do this, but with the weather spiking at a harsh thirty-five degrees Celsius, I have no choice.

Harry nods immediately and firmly, yet somehow gently grabs the arm of a waitress who I hadn't even taken notice of, "The Princess needs water right away," Harry instructs.

The woman nods and hurries off, "Be polite, Harry."

"Your Father is watching, turn around, Princess," Harry instructs, subtly gesturing to my Father who I can only assume is far from pleased with me.

I turn to watch my father as he begins to welcome the guests with his charming voice that the public relish hearing and so do other royals. He starts off lightheartedly joking, something he has grown to do a lot more lately in an attempt to show the public that he is still an ordinary man... Somewhat. The crowd laughs and I, too, have to fake a laugh. While the crowd laughs at the small jokes, my inner thoughts eat me alive with the idea that in just a few minutes, my father will announce my boyfriend, which will, in turn, send everyone into fits of happiness. It will be the only thing people talk about for quite some time, both within the royals and the public.

I continue to fan myself, struggling to cool down as this dress hugs my body. With every moment that passes it feels as though the dress gets tighter and tighter, and the sun gets hotter and hotter. I press my hand to my forehead for the moment and look down, closing my eyes briefly to shield them from the sun.

I feel a hand to my shoulder, "Anna, are you okay?" Harry questions and I nod.

"Yeah, it's just hot." I respond, "This announcement is killing me," I whisper and Harry takes a step back, going back to watching the crowd and doing his job.

I don't know what's worse, the fact that my father is nonchalantly entertaining everybody or the fact that I am the only one anxious and upset about everything. Harry is calm and collected, my mother, whom I can see in the corner of my eye, is content with a drink in her hand. Despite this being a dry party, I am sure there is some alcohol in her drink, I know my mother well, and I know deep down, she too, is dreading what is about to happen, as a mother she understands my outrage, but as Queen, she has to stand by her husband, and perform her duties.

I turn to Harry, my eyes feeling heavy as my chest rises; my chest feels as though it is fighting a heavy force over it with each breath. "Harry," I begin dryly, "Where's that water?"

"It's coming." He responds, his eyes darting around before he speaks into his shoulder, "The Princess needs water, now," he mutters, sending his orders out to not only the security staff but the entire palace of staff to make sure my requests are fulfilled.

Suddenly, I feel it all at once, the heat, the anxiety, the rush of everything hitting me at once. A turning pit in my stomach begins and my body feels heavy as if every inch of my body has a weight on it, weighing me down. I can feel my body wanting to sway from side to side. "Hey," I press my hand to his chest, closing the space between us, "I feel unwell," I confess, unsure of how to handle myself right now. "I'm—" I struggle to find my words, my world spinning as I try to focus.

"Fuck," Harry mutters under his breath, his arm wasting no time with wrapping around my body.

♔

The last thing I remember hearing is Harry calling my name before he instructs nobody around us to move with a voice like bottled thunder, a measure of his vitality.

"Welcome back, Anna," Harry smiles the moment my eyes open, "Don't try to get up, just relax for a moment." Harry gently presses on my arm, stopping me from sitting up.

I listen and I take a breath, taking the time to look around, surprised that I'm not in the gardens like I was.

"What happened? Are we in the tunnels?" I ask, feeling the distinct change in air temperature. I went from scorching hot heat to mildly cool temperatures.

"Yes, and you fainted, why didn't you tell anyone you were unwell?" Harry asks.

"I did," I respond, slowly sitting up with the careful help of Harry, "I told you."

"Once it was too late," Harry mutters, "The doctor is waiting, I'm going to carry you through the next tunnel before we will enter your wing."

I shake my head, "I'm fine, really, I don't need a doctor."

"Protocol," Harry shakes his head, "Everybody saw, I can't hide this one, my love," Harry informs me and I sigh.

There are times Harry does his best to cover for me and to hide things from everyone. When the time calls, he will hide things from the media the best he can and he will leak a different story, other times he will hide things from the family and other royals. There have been numerous occasions he has had to cover for me as well, especially at events I don't want to be at.

"Why are we in the tunnels?"

"Well, I needed to get you away from everybody safely and it's cooler down here."

"Can we stay here for a moment?" I softly ask, taking note that for the first time this entire day, I have nobody around me, no maids, no royals, nobody that needs my attention. For the first time, I am finally alone.

Harry nods and he leans closer and pushes a few strands of hair behind my ear, "When I ask you if you're okay, I would appreciate if you were honest with me."

I nod in agreement, "I'm not okay, I don't want to do this, Harry."

"You don't want to do you and me?" Harry asks, assuming I'm referring to the relationship.

"No, I mean— I don't want to go ahead with all this bullshit, I don't want to be a princess, I want to be normal, why can't I just be normal?" I let out a sigh, "This would be easier if I wasn't Royal."

"Anna—"

"Don't Anna me, with that sweet, caring tone," I mutter, "Fix it."

Harry sighs and his eyes soften as he looks at me, "Baby, I can't fix this, I can't make you normal. If I could change things, I would, but I can't sweetheart."

"I wish things were different."

Harry nods, "Me too, we will figure it out, stressing is what got you in this mess," Harry gestures to the fact I am sitting on the cold stones of the tunnels instead of enjoying the garden party happening above us.

"You said you wanted to call for a protocol."

"Anastasia, not like this." Harry mutters unhappily, "At least you fainted in my arms and not to the floor."

"You'd have caught me either way," I respond, "You're the knight in shining armour."

Harry rolls his eyes, "Princess, you keep me on my toes, for sure," he leans closer and gently kisses my cheek.

"This dress needs to come off," I gesture towards the white dress that is not only heavy, but also becoming dirty.

Harry nods, "I need to get you to your wing, the Doctor is waiting," Harry informs me before he slides his arms under me and picks me up, carrying me to my wing.

♔♔♔

I lie in the comfort of my bed, Harry right beside me as a few staff roam my room, doing their best to stay out of the way but to stay close just in case they are needed for any reason. They are waiting for the commands from the doctor or Harry.

I overhear Harry's phone and I glance over at him, "If you need to go, you can go."

Harry shakes his head, silencing his phone before resuming his position beside me, making sure to stay the rigid bodyguard everyone knows him to be. It is times like this that I wish he didn't have to put on a show and stand there like my bodyguard, sometimes it would be nice to have my boyfriend even when people are around.

"This really isn't necessary," I sigh as the royal doctor stands by my bedside taking my blood pressure and doing god knows what else. "I really just need some rest." I continue, well aware of what caused me to faint. It is clear and obvious, the heat got to me, it didn't help that royal protocol had me in a damn dress that was tight and heavy.

"Let me be the judge of that, Princess Anastasia," she smiles softly down at me and I tilt my head to the side to look over at Harry. He's standing with his hands crossed in front of him, his eyes moving between me and the door ever so often.

"Who will be the main one staying with you?"

"Harry," I gesture towards him, well aware the King and Queen are far too busy with their current event. It would be rude for them to leave their guests unattended, and to be quite honest, I don't want to be around my parents.

"Mr Styles, I expect you'll make sure she stays in bed and rests for the remainder of the evening?" The doctor asks and Harry nods. "If she passes out again, she's to be taken to the emergency room, we will have staff waiting once given the call. Once the IV is done it can be taken out carefully, Watch to make sure she doesn't accidentally pull it out. Someone will need to make sure she stays hydrated the next few days with this heat."

Harry nods, accepting the instructions, "I'm trained in first aid, this one isn't my first rodeo with all due respect," he smiles at the doctor.

I mentally roll my eyes, doing my best to conceal my smirk. This man is trained in many areas, and he isn't afraid to make it known when he needs to. He has had training courses on everything from anti-hijack driving and unarmed combat to firearms handling and emergency life support. It is a bit of a turn on to know that he has many capabilities, even ones outside his job description.

"I know, it's a force of habit, I forget sometimes that you have watched over unwell royals before."

"Mhm," Harry hums, "Happens a bit with this one," Harry gestures towards me, "She can never stay out of trouble. Always has to leave with a bang." Harry chuckles, giving me a small smile.

♔♔♔

The moment everybody leaves my room, Harry closes the door behind them and I get comfortable between the soft sheets. For a moment, there is nothing but silence between us and I can't say that I am ungrateful for it. It is nice to have some silence.

"Would you like to talk, Anastasia?" Harry asks as he carefully sits on the bed and presses a kiss to my forehead.

"What about?"

"Today. Henry. All of it."

"Harry, what happens is up to you. You're the one that keeps saying my parents are making the right decision, you're the one saying it'll be okay."

"Sweetheart," Harry sighs, "You and I both know I'm not suitable for all of this, you don't want to tell them about us, so what is it you want to do?"

"I want to be with you."

"Well... how are you going to be with two men at the same time?" Harry asks and I look away from him for a moment.

I don't know how we are going to make things work, but when two people want something bad enough, they work for it, they fight for it and they do what it takes, even if it isn't easy. When two people love each other, they fight against all odds, they break through and take things on together. When summer ends and autumn befalls upon us, the once eminent and blooming flowers of the garden begin to wilt away, they leisurely but inevitably fade away from the unrelenting winter, but they don't give up. They come back to life once spring welcomes it's sunbeams and warms the cold world again.

When the gardens are struggling to bloom after a cold and frigid winter, all they require is some extra love and attention. This is what love is like. When it feels like everything is withering away, petal by petal, there is always a little extra care that can be given to bring it back to life, all it takes is someone willing to see how something can flourish again. Everything grows with love.

"My father has arranged this relationship with Henry... what if I carry along with it for a few weeks, give everybody what they want, make the public think he's the one, and then we break up?" I propose to Harry the only reasonable idea that I can come up with that doesn't include breaking up with Harry or breaking the publics hearts by refusing the crown.

"Anna, surely you're not suggesting you stage this charade of a relationship." Harry seems surprised by my suggestion.

"Do you have a better option? Shall we just run away together? Stage my own death, change our names and go where nobody knows me? Do you have anything else better, Harry?"

Harry heavily sighs, "I'm going to trust that you have this planned out, somehow... so I'm going to go along with it, but after a few weeks, you call it off with the tool, okay?"

"Okay," I nod, "Are you going to be okay?"

"I don't have a damn choice, Anna. I love you and if this is what it takes then so be it. It is better than you running off to god knows where and changing your name."

"We will go public once the Henry charade is over with, okay?"

"Okay," Harry nods in agreement with a heavy sigh before I take his hand and tug him towards me, wanting him to get in the bed with me. He shakes his head, "I can't, I'm on duty."

"Please?" I pout my lips, not caring that he is still technically on duty.

"Baby, if I get caught, I will be fired."

"But I feel unwell, we can't have the princess feeling unwell, especially when you can make it all better."

Harry rolls his eyes and takes a breath. "I hate when you do this," Harry mutters, taking his phone from his pocket, his fingers typing away, I can only assume he is about to make sure the head of security secures my wing and guards the door for us. "I am surprised I haven't gotten fired yet," He presses, placing his things down on the side table before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the delicate skin and tattoos he hides under the white button-down.

"They wouldn't dare fire you," I respond, gawking at him as he steps closer and I move to the middle of the bed, giving him room to slide in between the sheets and to take his position next to me.

Harry takes his position beside me, tugging at the covers before pulling me closer and draping his arm around me. I feel at ease with his arm around me. "How are you feeling, Anna?" His voice is soft and gentle and in a manner where I know he isn't asking as my bodyguard but as my boyfriend.

"I have an IV in my arm, three doctors on call and thousands of guests at my house, how do you think?" I respond.

"Do you ever give me straight forward answers?"

"No," I shake my head, "Keeping you on your toes is part of my job," I softly smile before I kiss his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, too. But seriously, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," I assure him, "I just need to rest," I respond, noticing how tense Harry is and the way his hand is twitching.

I frown for a moment but ignore his restlessness as I curl up closer to him, finally feeling a sense of comfort.

I notice Harry fidgeting with the ends of the sheets, his fingers digging into the thread count while his foot is continuously moving under the sheet, almost as if in a tapping motion. Harry moves away from me, forcing himself to his feet as he reaches for his shirt. I look over at him, confused by his sudden movements. "Anna, do not move, do you hear me?"

"Harry—"

"Nobody has done a second sweep of the floor, don't move," Harry again instructs, not giving me time to even ask the questions I want to ask. He grabs his phone and conceals his pistol in the waistband of his pants, "You know where the spare is hidden, right?" Harry asks, referring to the spare pistol that he securely hid in my room as a safety precaution.

I nod my head, propping myself up on my forearms, wincing as I forget about the IV. "Don't worry, just lie down, don't pull that out." Harry huffs as he steps around the bed and takes my hand, checking the IV, he shakes his head and looks at me, "I just need to double-check nobody else is on the floor. Don't pull this out."

"Didn't someone already check before I came up here?"

"You know that I like to double and triple check, I will be back." He responds, walking out of my room and closing the doors behind him, leaving me to stay in my bed, alone like always.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4l1pL3ATN0

Let’s break down Vexed’s Weiss video, shall we?

“You know how i feel about Weiss, she’s my favorite character.”

Vexed, what does that even mean? Considering how invested you are at this point in the show’s failure, I don’t know if “favorite character” means “character I like” or “My go to shield to deflect accusations that I hate the show.”

“Weiss worked because they had a plan for her-”

They also had a plan for Blake and you proclaim her as the worst so clearly that doesn’t mean anything.

“Weiss could have been selfless and traveled with Qrow and Maria to hand over the relic-”

*slams down a huge stack of papers*

1. Cordovon SPECIFICALLY said WEISS could come home. She never said anyone else could come as well. And considering her attitude, there is a good reason to assume she WOULDN’T let anyone else with her. 

2. Weiss coming home would likely result in the Relic landing in Jacques’ hands. Even if we didn’t know already that Watts was going to meet with Jacques (which would end with him getting the Relic), Jacques is shown to be self serving and pretty damn weak. Meaning if someone threatened his life for the relic (say, a psychotic scorpion Fanaus?), he’d probably hand it over. And Weiss would logically have no way of stopping this. After all, she escaped in part thanks to her weapon (which Jacques would take from her) and Klein (fired). If either DID happen, you’d screech ‘Stupid for the sake of the plot!’

3. There is no way for anyone to sneak with her. You can’t hide anyone away in the ships for that long, they can’t take Qrow because why would Cordovon let Weiss take back a suspicious bird and she’d be powerless on her own.

4. You screeched for two years that spiliting up the main cast was a terrible idea and now you demand that they should have done just that? Way to flip flop.

5. You’d bitch about the others letting her go as ‘letting their friend be kidnapped and shipped back to her abusive household.’ You already twist so much to benefit your agenda so I know this for certain.

This shit was pointed out a year ago. Get with the program.

“Why didn’t Weiss go back?”

*jabs above* In your own words: it’d be ‘stupid for the sake of the plot.’

“Let’s play a quick game-”

Yes lets.

“5 seconds to answer: Why did Weiss escape to Mistral?”

Because she was being coped up in a room by her father, thought her sister was in Mistral and escaped to go find her..and she didn’t know where Team RWBY was and the source of her escaping was Jacques’ abuse.

That took me a nanosecond. It took you several months to ask it. Speed up.

“If you answered: ‘to escape her father’ You are wrong. If you said “To meet up with team RWBY, you are wrong. She did it to find Winter-”

Yeah huh, smug asshole?

Mind sating WHY she went to find Winter?

... No? Strange. One would think explaining a character’s actions would be your priority here to show it doesn’t make sense.

Oh right. You didn’t explain because the explanation was exactly what I said: She didn’t know were Team RWBY was and she was escaping her father. Both of which DO NOT APPLY in this situation. Gee, it’s almost like context and truth is your fucking Kryptonite.

“Why didn’t she offer to take the relic to Ironwood?”

Because it’s stupid, forces her back into the same situation she was in before and goes against the thing you screeched for years about.

“Weiss thinks she’ll be taken back to her-”

She KNOWS she’ll be taken back to her father. Cordovon specifically said “I’ll take you HOME”. You played the fucking clip were she said that Vexed, is your short term memory shot?

No wait, he had to write out the script, record the audio, find the clip and download it, edit this all together and post it. AT least because I would assume he would do the bare minimum of research to make sure he wasn't spouting shit. So either he is so assured that he’s right he didn’t even pay attention to this VERY OBVIOUS detail or he’s relying on the audience’s negative perception of RWBY to cover his tracks. This is why I do not accept the idea of Vexed Viewer making mistakes like this: he spends weeks making these videos. I can catch myself making stupid claims with posts that take an hour to type up. Clearly he should know better.

“Oh wait, they didn’t take her back to Ironwood-”

Which is noted by the characters to be something unusual and unexpected. So to present this as a rebuttal to Weiss not wanting to go back to Atlas is to expect the characters to know the plot and script instead acting on known information (like, you know, human beings?).

“Oh look at all these times Jacques should have been able to be taken back to her father because you claim she’s a minor!”

No one has ever argued that Vexed. As I have shown, she KNEW she would be handed over back to her father because that was the offer CORDOVON GAVE HER.

This is blatant strawmanning to avoid the fact that the actual argument against you can’t be denied. And since you refuse to not bitch like a self entitled brat, you won’t admit you were wrong. 

“There is no downside to Weiss return-”

“Cordovin: (sighs) If Miss Schnee has truly come to her senses and wishes to return to her family, then, of course, the Atlas military will escort her home. But the kingdom will not be responsible for her "friends" of... questionable character. (glances at Blake specifically upon saying her last statement) “

Reminder we have just passed the five minute mark. Of a twenty two minute video. And Vexed has made, being abnormally generous to an unwarrented degree, two demonstrably false to the point of lying arguments. 

Starting to realize the sheer volume of his failures?

“I had to believe that a protector of the world would rather be with her friends than save the world”

*glares up at everything said previously*

No, you WANTED to believe that. You CHOOSE to believe that. You ACCEPTED it over far more rational, simple and according to you, convenient explanations.

Unless of course, you’re looking for anything and everything to bitch about in RWBY and this is your confirmation bias.

“The writers decided for Weiss to be annoying in Volume 6′s Brunswick part.”

Oh? So these parts should be so bad that they override your supposed ‘favorite character’ right? You aren’t just bitching and completely contradicting that criticism shield your dredged up right?

“Weiss screams loudly and starts hyper ventilating-”

Funny thing is he uses Keiven from Home Alone putting on after shave to say Weiss Screamed louder...even though they sound about the same (Weiss just has a higher pitch from being a woman) and Keiven screamed longer. 

Not to mention that in the original scene, it was being played like a horror scene. Same music, same angles, same pacing: it’s to sell how disturbing and unsettling the sight of these bodies are. Of course, if you were just going off memory and Vexed’s footage, you wouldn’t know that. 

“Weiss is a trained warrior and fought at the Fall of Beacon were people were dying left and right-”

A. Weiss isn’t fully trained yet. She was a first year at Beacon and had two more years at least.

B. Huntsmen are not warriors. Their training is not built to break them like a soldier or warrior. Not to mention Weiss grew up in a relatively peaceful time so it’s not like death was a close up constant like this (unless you count the WF which is different.)

C. Number of times Weiss has seen a dead body on screen before now? ... Zero? Hm, guess Vexed ‘convienently’ forgot that.

D. Any off-screen deaths Weiss would have seen at the Fall of Beacon you would have bitched about as not being shown. You bitch about stuff on a lower level (he’s bitched about the phrase ‘Oh God’ before) so there’s a perecedent for this/

And E. These bodies are in a different situation than any in the Fall of Beacon. Those are freshly killed bodies on a battlefield. Weiss would be expecting those. These are mummified bodies in a civilian setting, with the killer nowhere in site and out of nowhere. No shit she’d be shocked: Yang (someone who lost an arm) is also acting the same and Qrow (a seasoned warrior who actually DOES fit your description) is shocked too.

Once again though, this stuff wouldn’t come up in your mind because Vexed doesn’t acknowledge it or consider it. Thus you’re being guided away from these issues. 

Starting to see how sneaky Vexed is?

“Weiss is being dumb and could break through the cellar door!”

Once again, he’s being sneaky, splicing this next to the body discovery point, trying to make them seem like similar situation...even though the moment he is talking about is them running from the Apathy. Grimm that have been shown to be immune to regular weaponry. AND is making them sluggish AND is advancing on them. She’s panicked and all the shit Vexed is pointing to takes time and concentration: stuff their situation is ROBBED of. And yet again, you wouldn’t know that because Vexed NEVER GIVES CONTEXT HERE. Only after this is stated.

“I know you guys are saying in the comments-”

Just another strawman.  Vexed is pretending to addressing points by making up weaker ones. Even then, his bullshit counterargument “The Apathy drain your will, not make you a damsel in distress” kills his OWN argument as a lack of will would cause Weiss to lose concentration and fail.

For Vexed’s argument to work, Weiss would have to either not be panicking (stupid and unrealistic) or ignore her own powers’ limitations (bad writing).

“Thank God Yang was down there-”

Ruby had just disintergrated the Grimm. They were given a reprieve. Once again, Vexed doesn’t show this.

“You can’t have her be fearless now-”

She’s neither trapped nor panicking nor being affected by the Apathy. The fear bullshit is on you.

“*Vexed cringes*”

Oh look, that thing I was doing about ten minutes ago. Catch up Vexed- Oh wait, you’re too busy gutting your own eyeballs.

“We don't see Weiss in Atlas-”

Gee, not like we have to set up the Ace Ops, set up Ironwood, Winter and Penny again, set up Watts and Tyrian’s threat, set up Robyn, work through all of this and much more and end it all. It’s almost like that’s fucking SECONDARY to telling the story and as you showed, Weiss already has moments in Volume 7.

So I guess Vexed is basically saying “Volumes 4 and 5 weren’t THAT bad” since he’s been begging the CRWBY to go back and overstuff the Volumes AGAIN.

Next part has him actually praising the moment between Weiss and her mom. Sounds good right? It would...if it actually matched Vexed’s standards. 

How many times has he ignored things like distance, positioning and the such in things like the Adam Vs. Yang and Blake fight just to push his bullshit through to the audience? Just how many moments that would qualify for, in his own words ‘well written, well directed moments’ just so he can prove a point?

At the very least before, I could give a bare minimum level of respect for Vexed for sticking by his principles, as stupid as they are. But no, he just praises a scene because he likes what happened in it even though stuff of similar quality he overlooked or bashed. 

“Weiss just gets handed her proof about her dad and doesn’t have to do anything!”

Except endure being shot at by her mother and there’s nothing that's been shown before that could be used as proof besides this. What do you want, proof to magically appear in Jacques’ office? To have Weiss gain fingerprint scanning tech despite never showing that before? To have Jacques be excepetionally dumb? At least we get something respectable out of Weiss’ mother here and it isn’t a huge leap in logic like the others.

“I’d have more of a problem if this scene wasn’t so good and I’d have less of a problem if this made sense for Willow. It doesn’t but this isn’t her video-”

No no no no no.

No.

After all the tangents and bullshit you’ve pulled in other videos AND THIS VIDEO, you denying proof for something you call ‘a point of contention’ is pretty fucking rich of you. Just because you like a scene doesn’t mean you can just ignore the problems with it, same with the inverse too. How is this any better than a Yang fanboy ignoring issues with scenes involving Yang because they like it?

Literally all you had left was your own daman principles, Vexed. Now you’re burning them.

“One thing the writers have made very clear is Weiss really enjoys dunking on her father-”

Using her ignoring her father’s call in Volume 3, her breakdown at the Atlas Elite and her talk back to Jacques in Volume 4? One of which is not ‘dunking’ (or extreme humiliation) and the other is only partially about her father and mostly about how detached the elite of Atlas are.

“-SO I shouldn’t be surpised she came in like a-”

Not even gonna let you finish that shitty reference. That was just unnecessary and not even funny. It feels more like a combination of a Family Guy cutaway for it’s abruptness and a fanboy cheering for it’s framing.

“The Jacques being taken down scene was bad because it was matter of fact and silly instead of emotionally driven-”

Vexed, the issues Weiss has with Jacques is rooted in his abuse of her and her family, his entitlement to the family business and his business practices harming her family name. This takedown has nothing to do with any of these. She is not confronting him about the damage he has done to her and her family nor the damage he has done in his pursuit of growing the business. She is confronting him about the election fraud, a story point.

No shit this isn’t emotional- Weiss’ emotional ties here are SHALLOW. It would ring hollow to the audience for her to make this emotional because she has no emotional attachment to the actions he performed. All she would have is it being her dad, which isn’t enough. 

Then again, from the perspective of a Weiss fanboy, this would look bad because that moment you’ve been writing in your head didn’t happen. I should know.

“*Vexed bitches about a joke about Weiss not knowing if she can arrest Weiss because ‘hur dur book smart!’*”

She’s not an officer, she’s a Huntress. I don’t think they can actually arrest people.

“This should have been between father and daughter in an epic moment-”

*rolls eyes*

Vexed, look at this scene. Look at all the other shit happening here. Then remember the people dying to the cold in Mantle.

What makes you THINK it was meant to be that way? Hell, what makes you think that would be a GOOD IDEA?

.. Yeah, that’s what I thought.

“I wanted to see the sister dynamic that has been missing from RUby and Yang-”

You had your chance in Volume 6. You ignored for Bumbleby bashing. You don’t get a say.

“Hur dur, characters ssay things we know already!”

Gee, it’s almost like Weiss and Winter talking about this was to restablish were they were because a certain group of people made it certain that they needed everything spoonfed to them or else they throw a tantrum.

“Ironwood done nothin’ wrong!”

There’s Vexed’s pandering again.

The man made no attempt to talk anything through until he was forced to with Mantle. He lied to Team RWBY about Amity and made them operate under false information. And I have made the fuck ups in Ironwood’s plan in Episode 11 VERY clear.

Stop pandering to the RWBY hate crowd and have some fucking principles.

“Oh, Weiss lied to Ironwood! How hypocritical”

*holds up a piece of paper saying ‘That’s the point’*

“Why would it bother Winter that she’s chosen as the Winter Maiden? ANd why does she say that she wasn’t given a choice when she said she was ‘proposed’?”

gee, wasn’t it you guys who claimed Ozpin proposing to Pyrrha wasn’t giving her an actual choice? Hm, I guess things change...when they benefit you.

“Wow, Weiss is so bad for not telling Winter about the Relic!-”

COnversation wasn’t about that and it wouldn’t come up, nor is it a particularly serious thing. But nice try Vexed.

“Weiss runs away because she pains to carve out her-”

Wait a minute, didn’t you say that Weiss was going to Msitral to find Winter? Hmmm, awfully inconsistent of you vexed. Almost you lie constantly for your own benefit.

“HOW MANY TIMES WILL YOU TALK ABOUT FINDING YOUR OWN WAY?!”

Gee, didn’t know that, by your own admission, three times in four Volumes was SOOO awful.

“This is how they treated their relationship?”

As a narrative tool to emphasize a theme of the Volume? Good on them.

“You know, everyone still thinks Weiss is this pampered heiress-”

One guy said that. In the entire Volume. About self reliance and finding your own path.

“Weiss never said a word to Robyn and didn’t support her-”

You know Vexed, what’s the difference between you and a whiny Bumbleby shipper bitching about them not kissing yet? You sound so entitled and so whiny about you not getting your way. Your arguments are breaking down into disjointed bitching, just like an entitled brat.

It’s fucking pathetic.

“Maybe she’ll try her luck doging the coronavirus at RTX! Maybe she was too busy watching Gen:LOCK.”

Aw, what’s wrong? baby didn’t get his undeserved baba?

I can’t believe how much has changed Vexed. You’ve pretty much outed yourself as an entitled fan perpetually whining about the show not being the way you want it. You have no respect earned. You have no principles. You have no standards. You don’t even have an end goal: all you have is your whims.

Pathetic.

[goldenzingy46]

so i found i regulus black as potions master au

...and whilst it’s (unfortunately) anti-snape, it’s also fucking funny.

FIND IT HERE

and if that didn’t convince you, read below for some extracts:

And he goes home to his creepy obsessive mother and says, “Hey mom, guess what, the Dark Lord just tried to off me,” which is debatably true but guaranteed to piss her off, And suddenly the Official Black Viewpoint on Voldemort is that he Needs To Be Dead (which dismays Bellatrix but is actually something of a relief to Narcissa), Unfortunately Sirius is a bit busy being a covert operative for the Order of the Phoenix and doesn’t hear about this, and also he’s still basically disowned on account of being a reckless Gryffindor idiot

But because he’s there, Snape does not manage to get the job, which doesn’t help at all with his ‘everyone is out to get me’ worldview, and then Lily Evans is murdered by Voldemort and everything goes to hell and Snape doesn’t have Dumbledore’s backing and ends up in Azkaban just like everyone always knew he would, the greasy bastard (says everyone who has the time to think about it). Amusingly enough, he ends up across the hall from Sirius Black, who has been tossed unceremoniously in Azkaban for betraying his friends, murdering Peter Pettigrew, and blowing up seventeen Muggles. This has the somewhat unexpected side effect of causing the Dementors to avoid that entire hallway, because there are Absolutely No Happy Thoughts available, on account of Snape and Sirius being so busy hating each other. Like seriously, they basically come up with a schedule: up at seven, bowl of gruel, sneer at each other for two hours, have a screaming fight, bowl of gruel for lunch, three hours of furious glowering, another screaming fight, bowl of gruel for dinner, nasty sniping insults until bedtime. The Dementors have never found two humans so perfectly suited to torture each other before.

Voldemort was wrong and also had created Horcruxes and yeek, dude, those are so evil even the Black Family Library only has one book on them and it’s How To Not Create Horcruxes.

Incidentally, Grimmauld Place has been renovated, because after Regulus’s mother died, he looked around and went, “Wow, this place is creepy as hell. Kreacher! We’re going for a new aesthetic,” and Kreacher went, “Yes, wonderful Master!” and now the whole place is in white and green with silver accents and actually looks like a place you might want to spend time for reasons other than “on the run from the law and haven’t any better choices.” 

He does still end up mixed into the whole mess with the Stone, because this is Harry we’re talking about, but the Trio pretty much figures out the problem is Quirrell from the word ‘go,’ because Professor Black is not sweeping around being Gratuitously Evil all over everything and therefore is not the immediate target of suspicious eleven-year-olds.

Regulus Black hates Lockhart, because no one ought to be more fabulously dressed than Regulus in his own school, you flamboyant fucker, I will out-magnificent you if it’s the last thing I do

Malfoy is still a prat. Some things never change.

Sirius Black breaks out of prison during the summer, for reasons no one can figure out, and the only person to see him go is Severus Snape, who is found laughing hysterically and raving about a black dog, and has therefore clearly been driven mad by Dementors, ah well, no great loss, moving on, nothing to see here. 

If anyone is going to be able to master the Animagus transformation without any training, in Azkaban, for no reason other than Pure Spite (™), it’s going to be Severus Snape. 

Regulus is like, “werewolves are not supposed to be this calm and likeable, I do not even know what is going on, am I friends with a werewolf? I might be friends with a werewolf. Or allies. I can be allies. Allies is a good Slytherin term. We are both on Team Keep Potter Alive Until Voldemort Is Dead.” 

So then Sirius grabs Ron (to get to Peter) and everyone ends up in the Shrieking Shack and there is a lot of shrieking, which includes Sirius yelling “Get behind me, Harry, Regulus is a Death Eater,” and Regulus yelling, “Get behind me, Potter, Sirius is a Death Eater,” and Remus putting both hands over his face and going, “Oh Merlin, two of them, there are two mad Blacks in my life, what even the fuck.”

Unfortunately Sirius is still technically an escaped convict, so he turns back into Snuffles before they get to Hogwarts proper, and Regulus in a moment of Utter Glee (™) is like, “Oh, this is my dog, he’s very devoted to me,” and Sirius has to fawn doggily on his brother. 

Which is actually hilarious, because he walks in for the first time in fifteen years and goes, “Wait, do I have the wrong house?” because everything is light and airy and open and really quite pleasant, and there’s no screaming portraits anywhere, and even the house-elf heads have been relocated to Kreacher’s room. 

So anyway Ireland wins but Krum gets the Snitch and Harry and Ron are having the time of their lives, and honestly Sirius is too because he gets to cadge food from everyone and he gets ear scritches from Remus whenever he wants them and he gets to growl at that supercilious fuck Malfoy whenever he likes. 

Sirius is...not known for his Tactical Planning, and rushes off to Confront the Fake Moody, which honestly goes better than it ought to, because Barty Crouch Jr is not expecting Professor Black’s enormous dog to suddenly turn into Sirius Black and hex him senseless 

When the Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Black rips off his own sleeve and screams, “Does my Mark look fucking gone to you, you incompetent asshole?” at the Minister for Magic, and said Lord is also one of the most well-respected Professors at Hogwarts, the Minister’s approval ratings tend to tank. 

Regulus is a Slytherin, he’s supposed to be cunning and sneaky and fly under the radar, he shouldn’t be number two on Voldemort’s hit list, this is frankly embarrassing. Sirius is kind of indignant that his brother is higher up Voldemort’s hit list than he is. Really, Sirius? Remus says. That’s what bothers you about this situation?

And after the third nightmare which is pretty clearly a vision not a nightmare, Sirius goes right down to Regulus and is like, “So Harry is having visions in which he’s seeing through Voldemort’s eyes,” and Regulus is like, “Well fuck, that’s what that Horcrux does.” 

Sirius learned Occlumency from his father, who had a lot of things to keep from his mother, and then later from the Department of Mysteries after he became an Auror. His version has a lot of “setting traps in your mind so your enemies really regret trying this.”

Regulus learned Occlumency from his mother, who had a hell of a lot of things to keep from his father, and then later from being servant to a batshit insane Dark Lord. His version has a lot of “hiding everything important under lots and lots of obfuscating facts and memories.”

Voldemort does try to convince Harry that his godfather is being held in the Department of Mysteries. Since Snuffles is asleep on Harry’s feet at the time, that doesn’t have quite the intended effect.

1) Sirius stops following Harry around as a big black dog and starts following him around as a human

2) ...and then realizes that’s not going to work so well at Hogwarts and goes back to following him around as a dog.

3) Sirius formally takes custody of Harry, his godson, and declares that Harry never has to so much as see a Dursley again

4) Regulus points out that since Sirius is the elder son, this makes Sirius Lord Black

5) Sirius has a fit of the screaming meemies at the thought of politics and formally abdicates the title in favor of his brother, who’s been doing a pretty good job so far

Voldemort spends the summer moving into Malfoy Manor, which the Order of the Phoenix figures out after Sirius gets very drunk and flies his motorcycle to Malfoy Manor in order to “glitterbomb those pretentious wannabe-Blacks.” Glitter apparently does not register as a threat to the Malfoy wards, even when it’s been spelled to be unremovable. Not that glitter really needs to be spelled to be unremovable. Sirius figures out who exactly is in residence when a rainbow-glitter-covered Voldemort comes out of the Manor at speed and tries to hex him off his motorcycle. In retrospect, it wasn’t Sirius’s brightest idea ever, but he did learn where Voldemort was!

Harry’s sixth year is the year that Severus Snape, fuelled entirely by Pure Spite (™), reinvents the Animagus transformation from scratch and escapes from Azkaban as an extremely angry bat.

At this point, Snape is rather dubiously sane, on account of fifteen years in Azkaban, which even if he didn’t have to interact much with the Dementors was fifteen years of either solitary confinement or confinement across from the man he hates worst in all the world. Snape therefore has two driving obsessions right now:

1) Voldemort killed Lily Evans and must therefore die.

2) Snape has to outdo Sirius Black, or die trying.

So about a week after the news that Severus Snape, Death Eater, has escaped Azkaban, Hagrid goes out to open the main doors and discovers a dead Death Eater on the front step of Hogwarts with a neat little note that says, “For Lily.” General consensus is that this is Weird.

The night that Malfoy was supposed to get his Great Duty from Voldemort, which was going to be Killing Albus Dumbledore, was the night Sirius decided to glitterbomb the Manor. And Voldemort, whose Priorities can be skewed by Utter Wrath, decided that Malfoy’s Great Duty was going to be Killing That Fucker Black, How Dare He Disrespect Me, I Want His Head. Malfoy is actually sort of okay with this at first because his hair is covered in shiny red glitter and he looks like an off-brand Weasley, which is Not Acceptable.

So what he does is call Sirius in and say, “Hey, brother, do you want to fake your own death and have an enormous funeral so I can kidnap Cousin Narcissa?” Draco is in the corner trying to figure out when his life took an abrupt left turn into Weirdville, Population Him. Sirius is like, “OMG enormous funeral can I come as a Grim and frighten everyone? Please?” Regulus, who is only the practical one if you ask him, is like, “That is a great idea, it will give me a perfect opportunity to kidnap Cousin Narcissa, truly we are tactical geniuses.” Sirius wants there to be So Much Glitter and is rather put out when Regulus vetoes that plan. Harry, when told about this, decides that Amateur Dramatics on the theme of My Godfather Is Dead And Everything Is Terrible sound like a lot of fun, and wants to be chief mourner at the funeral. Hermione is So Done with all of these people. Remus declares that he will go to the funeral in ashes and sackcloth and rend his clothing dramatically at appropriate points for extra pathos. Hermione is Even More Done and goes off to write to Viktor, who can be relied on to talk about sensible things like spellcrafting and also say nice things about her hair. Albus decides that having Sirius be Officially Dead might actually be a good tactical move in the war, and authorizes the use of Hogwarts grounds for the Epic Funeral, but adds some... tactical revisions to the Kidnapping portion of the show. Minerva joins Hermione in the corner of Done With Everything. Sirius designs his own fake corpse, because of course he does. The Epic Funeral goes off without a hitch, somewhat to everyone’s surprise, and Narcissa is exceedingly surprised to be invited to Post-Funeral Tea by her Cousin Regulus and given a Portkey to a secluded and well-warded villa in France, to be used when necessary. Snape, who watched the whole funeral upside-down in a tree, is Delighted. He has Outlived Black! He has Won! Take that, Black! Voldemort is also Delighted. Tiny Malfoy is just as useful as Larger Malfoy!

Albus looks Wise and Cunning and strokes his beard thoughtfully. Regulus does not say Rude Things about Albus’s overblown sense of the dramatic, mostly because he knows perfectly well he doesn’t have a leg to stand on after the Epic Funeral

Albus hatches a Plan (™)

The first bit of seventh year is actually pretty uneventful, and Harry spends it waiting for the Other Shoe to drop, but the only things that drop are another large handful of dead Death Eaters, who show up on the doorstep every week like clockwork 

The Battle of Hogwarts ensues, Highlights include:

1) Ginny Weasley being cornered by Bellatrix Black and nearly killed, except that a fucking enormous bat interposes itself between them and takes the Killing Curse meant for Ginny, and dies with what everyone swears is a look of utter satisfaction on its face

-Literally no one ever figures out what the fuck was up with that, but the bat is buried in Ottery St Catchpole with full honors

2) Neville Longbottom drawing the Sword of Gryffindor out of the Sorting Hat (delivered courtesy of Fawkes) and beheading Nagini

3) Regulus Black being cornered by about eight furious Death Eaters and being rescued by his brother, who surprises the Death Eaters by appearing abruptly behind them and yelling, “Back from the dead, fuckwits! Eat that!”

4) Remus ends up facing off against Pettigrew, who has a silver hand which is poisoning him to death on account of the lycanthropy and Voldemort being Terrible. Pettigrew ends up dead. Eyewitnesses report he may have thanked Remus for the mercy.

5) Ron, Hermione, and Viktor Krum (a late and rather surprising addition to the Order) being a really quite effective team (“Er-my-own-nee is brain, I am brawn, you can be good looks,” Krum is heard to say. Ron spends the entire battle blushing furiously.)

6) Harry and Albus and Hedwig taking Voldemort on together

It turns out the Power the Dark Lord Knows Not is that of a really pissed off snowy owl doing her damnedest to claw his eyes out, during which rather chaotic interlude it’s surprisingly simple for Harry to trip Voldemort off the main dais. Landing on one’s head on a stone floor is liable to break even the most Dark Lord-y of necks. A whole bunch of historians have despaired of making the Battle of Hogwarts sound properly heroic when the Chosen One just tripped the Dark Lord and he broke his own fool neck by landing wrong.  Nonetheless it’s remarkably effective.

The most interesting thing to happen to Harry for the rest of the year is testifying in front of the entire Wizengamot that his godfather is, in point of fact, Not Dead and that the whole thing was an elaborate act for the purpose of fooling Voldemort.

NOW GO READ IT!!!