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theforgottenmcrmy · 2 years ago

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Scars (Ser Harwin Strong x Reader)

᯽ Please note that this is an overall Part 16 to the series Growing Strong. The masterlist, and part 1, can be found on the pinned post on my profile. Tumblr is being mean and is not letting me post it here. :( ᯽

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, mentions of death of previous characters, thoughts about characters having previously unalived someone(s), subtle but still there references to miscarriage

Summary: But did you even dare to go back that far? If you did, at what point would you realize that you and Harwin had been puppets controlled by Larys’s strings for years?

A/N: As always, thank you all who have continued to read and support this story🖤🖤🖤 the kind words are really encouraging me to see this through to the end.

I'm sorry for the delay. This chapter's a bit of a doozy length wise, so I hope that helps compensate for the temporary absence. I think I've said it before, but just in case and for reference- I did age up the boys a bit. Luke/Selwin are around 14-15ish, and Jace/Derrik are 16, almost 17. This chapter's a little bit heavy still in regards to the topics, since there was a lot of sh*t that went down last chapter, so please be aware. But it ends with two POVs centered on characters I haven't gotten to write a whole lot for yet, so there's a little change of pace there.

I hope you enjoy, and that you have a good rest of the week/weekend!🖤🖤🖤

To Lord Larys, Master of Whisperers The Traitor of House Strong:

Strength from honor.

Though a viper wears his skin, my brother is dead. You are unworthy of the name Strong, for weakling kinslayers are the most dishonorable of us all.

May the gods have mercy on you, for I will not.

Lyonel Strong shall be avenged.

King Viserys Targaryen, the first of his name, was dead.

As you stepped out onto the deck of one of Lord Darklyn’s several ships, that was the primary thought that reverberated within your mind.

Almost immediately, you spotted a few of Lord Darklyn’s men- the ones carrying out essential tasks to keep the ship sailing- but, like the rest of your traveling party, most of them were below deck, presumably asleep. Still, you would not be deterred. You wandered about aimlessly, your footfalls creating taps upon the planks beneath your feet, while the hull of a hip as a whole groaned as it cut through the waves.

Above you, the red, white, gold, and black banner of House Darklyn flew proudly. The rippling of the billowing sail joined the rocking waves and the croaking of the hull of the ship in filling the air of the otherwise silent night.

By the time you, Harwin, and the rest of your men had reached Duskendale, the young Lord Gunthor Darklyn had already set sail for Dragonstone. But his wife, the Lady Meredyth Darklyn, was as gracious a host as her husband. She apologized for his sudden departure, but insisted that time had been of the essence. To compensate for this, Lady Meredyth had extended the same protection her husband had offered your children and the rest of your party in Harwin’s temporary absence. Once you had reconvened with the rest of your party in Duskendale, she had offered you the use of one of her husband’s ships.

You had set sail for Dragonstone at once, despite it having been in the middle of the night.

Even now, you were still indebted to Lord Darklyn, as the ship sailed through the Narrow Sea under the protection of his house’s sigil. Any ships you happened across would be none the wiser to the guests currently aboard Lord Darklyn’s vessel. Most of your own banners had been destroyed back in Duskendale- save for two, one for House Tyrell, and one for House Strong. Once the ship neared Dragonstone, the two banners would be flown, but in the meantime, they’d been tucked away below deck. Being intercepted and caught with those in your possession could spell a great deal of trouble for all involved. The banners could be replaced; the lives of you and your traveling party could not.

It appeared that neither House Darklyn’s hospitality or generosity had been overstated by Princess Rhaenyra.

…

Queen Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra was now queen. The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

And King Viserys was dead. No man lived forever, but the implications of his passing had weighed heavily on your mind for many years. Now that the said implications lay right beneath your feet, you found yourself able to think of little else.

But of course, that was not the only thing that plagued your mind. There were the lifeless eyes of Ser Vaemond Velaryon. There was also the man whose face you did not know, but whose blood was on your hands. Several more troubling, if not downright terrifying, things.

…

You were pulled from your near-suffocating thoughts upon seeing the back of a familiar stature across the deck. The figure, donning his cloak, was facing away from you, looking out towards the sea.

Harwin.

You had awoken from a dreamless sleep to find the space on the bed beside you empty, and had suspected to find your husband here. However, that was not the sole reason you had chosen to rise from bed yourself. With all the thoughts plaguing your mind, it was little wonder that any sort of decent sleep had yet to find you that night. You had hoped, perhaps naively so, that a bit of fresh air would help calm you.

You were tempted to go to him, but without much deliberation at all, decided against it. It was best to leave Harwin to his own thoughts, at least for the time being. The horrid realization you had all made only a few short days ago impacted him more than anyone else.

You turned away from Harwin and took up post by the closest railing. With your hands firmly pressing into the wood beneath your fingers, you lifted your chin and looked up to the sky.

It was dark, but littered with a copious amount of stars. The moon, nearly full, provided one of the only sources of light around for several leagues. A few sparsely lit torches provided some guidance for those on the ship, but beyond that, it was nearly impossible to tell what lay ahead.

But you knew what was waiting for you. You may not have been able to see it yet, even if you were standing in the rays of the sun instead of the moon. You knew the predetermined destination that the ship would reach early on the morrow.

Dragonstone.

“Mother?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, despite the softness of your eldest son’s voice, for you had not even heard him approach. Your skirts rippled from the light wind and from the movement as Derrik came to stand beside you.

“Derrik,” you greeted him as you regained your composure. “What keeps you awake? The hour grows late.”

Derrik shrugged nonchalantly. He looked out and over the dark sea, just as you had a moment before, and refused to meet your eyes. “The same things as you, I suppose.”

He placed his hands on the railing to steady himself. As he did so, you stood up straight, mentally preparing yourself for what was sure to be an interesting, and perhaps challenging, conversation with your eldest son.

“I cannot stop thinking of what happened,” Derrik clarified. “About what could have happened… and what has yet to pass.”

You looked away, joining him in focusing upon the crashing waves as your guilt began to eat away at you once again.

After your near encounter with the Stranger, which was prevented only by the timely arrival of Harwin and several of his own men, you had made for Duskendale with great haste. When you arrived, your sons, who were well aware of the King’s abrupt passing and your obvious delay to rejoin them, were among those who gathered inside the gates of the Dun Fort to greet you.

The only comfort you could take from that moment was that Brynna had opted to stay within the keep with Luciya, and that your youngest had been spared from seeing you in such an alarming state.

“I should have ridden out with Father,” Derrick asserted, his voice suddenly severe. His knuckles whitened as his grip on the railing in front of him tightened with his conviction. “I would have been of far more use than I was in Duskendale, merely sitting around and waiting for you to return.”

You shook your head vehemently. “I would not have wished what we encountered on the road upon anyone, let alone you, Derrik.”

What a sight you must have been, riding through Duskendale and up to the gates of the Dun Fort with Harwin riding beside you, and the rest of your men flanking you on all sides. You could not have prevented Derrik and Selwin, who had joined those gathered to receive you, from seeing the ghastly amount of blood on your dress. But you so desperately wished you could have.

Derrik and Selwin were intelligent; in light of everything else, and the fact that you insisted that you were well and uninjured, it was easy enough for them to infer that something foul had befallen you.

“You’ve said so little about what actually happened… I can tell you do not wish to speak of it,” Derrik inferred, ever astute. “But, when you do wish to speak of it, I hope you know that I am here for you, Mother.”

You smiled sadly, sincerely touched by the gesture. “A generous offer, Derrik. But I would not burden you with it anymore than I already have.”

“You are my mother, not a burden.”

“I have your father I can speak to about it, when I am ready to do so.”

Derrik turned to look at you imploringly. “And who does he have?”

You turned, matching his stern and searching gaze. “He has us.”

Shortly after entering the Dun Fort, Derrik and Selwin had bombarded you with questions. You and Harwin had no choice but to take them straight to the chambers that Lord Darklyn had prepared for the both of you. Your sons deserved to know, no matter how difficult it was for you and Harwin to share, and for them to hear. You had sat them down, and proceeded to tell them the harrowing discovery that had been brought to light. When words began to fail Harwin, you had found them for him.

But you had spared your sons some of the details, for you could not bring yourself to admit that you had killed a man by your own hand. Even now, the dagger with which you had carried out the act was strapped to your side, hidden beneath your cloak. Despite the repulsiveness you intermittently felt about what you had done, you did not dare to go anywhere without the dagger in reach.

Derrik and Selwin may not have been told the entirety of what happened to you and your escort on the road. But they knew the core, fundamental truth.

Their uncle, Larys Strong, had betrayed you all.

“I can’t even begin to imagine what is running through Father’s mind.” Derrik looked away from you. Even from his side profile, you could tell that the look that washed over his face was a dark one. “The thought of Selwin doing something like that…” He shook his head. “‘Tis impossible to fathom.”

The thought of doing such a thing to Derrik’s namesake, your elder brother Derron, was impossible for you to fathom as well. You spared a glance over your shoulder, seeing that Harwin remained where you had seen him a few moments before, with his back still facing the two of you.

Your heart wrenched for him.

Harwin’s own brother, Larys, had attempted to kill your entire family in the Harrenhal fire. He had succeeded in killing their father, Lord Lyonel Strong, that very night. And, for reasons still not fully known to either of you, Larys had attempted to claim your life for a second time. The situation would be immensely difficult for anyone to fully comprehend, let alone someone like Harwin, who had always regarded his family, particularly his younger brother, as very dear to him.

There weren’t words fitting enough to describe what such a betrayal must have felt like.

“My uncle will pay,” Derrik vowed, his tone low and grave. “Justice will be served. Not only for Grandsire’s life, but for the attempts on all of our own. And he will answer for any other atrocities he may have committed, but which have yet to come to light.

How deep did your Good Brother’s foul plots run? … If Larys had been responsible for the fire at Harrenhal, then what of your brother, Lord Derron, and his mysterious sudden death? … And just where had your cousin Lord Garrett Redwyne, who had never been particularly ambitious, gotten the notion that the lordship of House Tyrell was available for the claiming after Derron’s passing? … And what of the misunderstanding that led to Lord Loreon Lannister accosting you the night before your wedding feast?

But did you even dare to go back that far? If you did, at what point would you realize that you and Harwin had been puppets controlled by Larys’s strings for years?

You nearly gagged.

“Do not allow your thirst for vengeance to consume you,” you pleaded with Derrik instead. “Doing so will blind you to most everything else. This is a dangerous time, and we need to be more present and aware of our surroundings than ever before.”

“Will there be war?”

You regarded him carefully.

Derrik had favored Harwin in looks more than he had ever favored you. But as to who he was, the person within- when you looked at Derrik, it often felt as though you were staring at your own reflection. Despite all the evidence suggesting the very conclusion that he had surmised, a gleam of small, yet indisputably hopeful optimism still clouded his hazel eyes. It was the same optimism a younger version of yourself had once held proudly- before the realities of the harsh world you lived in had forced you to abandon most of it.

Lying to Derrik would do him no favors. But neither would throwing him to the wolves.

You proposed, albeit half-heartedly, “Bloodshed is likely to be the last resort, not the initial course of action. The Queen may yet offer the Usurper generous terms.”

“Which he will undoubtedly reject, no matter how fair they may be,” Derrik denounced bitterly. “And what then? Will blood be spillled?”

Your small smile faded. “Mayhaps.”

Derrik nodded stiffly, and clenched his jaw.

“Nothing will happen to you,” you promised him quickly, wanting to dissuade any of his concerns. “Your father and I would not allow you anywhere near a battlefield.” Let alone one where dragons survey the skies above.

“I’m all but ten and seven, Mother, and a fair swordsman at that. Should war come, I will do my duty to defend our Houses, and our Queen.” Before you could protest, Derrik added, “But it is not myself whom I worry about… It’s you.”

You blinked, not having expected such a declaration from him.

Seeing your confusion, Derrik elaborated, “I worry for you. For Father. Selwin. Luciya. And everyone else dear to me. If the realm goes to war, you will all be in danger… And I am but one person. How can I ensure that all of you will be safe?”

A bittersweet smile played on your lips. You reached out and grabbed Derrik’s hand that was closest to you. “My Heart, it is not your job to protect us. It is your father and I’s responsibility to look after you. Though I am touched you feel so strongly about this, you are too young to shoulder such a heavy burden, so I bid you not.”

“I am all but ten and seven, Mother,” Derrik said for the second time, his patience never wavering.

Ten and seven. You had been so close to his age when you had first come to King’s Landing, all those years ago. That one event had set you all on the path that led you to be right where you were, at that precise moment. An ominously calm moment, on the precipice of something. War? Most possibly. Something far greater, by the way of the reign of the first Queen of the Seven Kingdoms? If the gods had any pity left for you, maybe.

“If anything should happen to you, what would I do?” Derrik wondered despondently. “Who would I be without my family?”

You pushed the dark thoughts down and away from the forefront of your mind. “You would be you, Derrik. You would be the young man your father and I raised. An intelligent, courteous, and loyal young man.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you pressed on.

“All this talk is premature,” you insisted earnestly, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “None of us can truly know what lies ahead, so there is little use in dreading it. Brace yourself for it, if you must. But do not burden yourself with worries that may never come to pass.”

Derrik mused over your words for a few moments, before eventually giving you a conceding nod.

You felt encouraged that your words had begun to resonate with him, even if they did not serve a dual purpose in alleviating your own worries. “I think you will feel more settled on the morrow, once we reach Dragonstone. We will be under Princess -the Queen’s- protection then. We will reaffirm our loyalty to her cause, and see how best we can serve it.”

“And then?”

… And what then?

You did not know.

Would second-born sons always be meant to bring doom upon their families?

Harwin was reluctant to put any merit into such an unprovable and unfair generalization, but he had truly begun to wonder.

King Viserys’s first born son, though also the second of all his children, was a usurper. The actions of his staunchest supporters and his mindless willingness to go along with them had put the entire realm right on the brink of war. By his failure to reject the ambitions of those around him, he had robbed his elder sister of her birthright. A birthright their shared father desired for no one else but her. He was a fool, and such foolishness had enabled him to become a witless participant in a scheme beyond his comprehension and traitor to the realm.

Harwin’s father, Lyonel Strong, was a second son. Had his uncle, Lyonel’s older brother, not been taken by the Stranger at such a young age, and without heirs of his own, his father most likely would have been alive, even to this day. Regardless, Lyonel would not have been encouraged to produce heirs of his own, and would have never sired a son who would so heartlessly orchestrate his downfall.

Larys. Perhaps the most damning evidence, if it could even be considered as such, for Harwin’s broad generalization. The second born son of a former Hand of the King. The Master of Whisperers for the same king his father had served. Perhaps Larys still served in that position for the Usurper.

But there was only one title that Harwin would ever acknowledge Larys Strong as again.

Kinslayer.

There weren’t enough feelings in the world to adequately describe how Harwin felt about the man who had once been his brother. The man whom Harwin had spent years of his youth looking out for, defending, and the man whom Harwin had always gone to great lengths to reassure that any inadequacy he might have felt was only imagined.

But if there was a primary feeling Harwin felt, it was pure, unbridled anger. As Harwin wrestled with his own thoughts, it was of little surprise that sleep had yet to find him. He’d been on the deck of Lord Darklyn’s ship for a while now, perhaps an hour or two. But Harwin would stay put and breathe in the salty air for as long as he needed to in order to feel something other than the dangerously stormy anger brewing within.

Said anger was now reserved solely for the scum that was Larys the Kinslayer. Not for you, or your children, or for anyone else traveling with you. If Harwin needed to keep some distance in order to refrain from outlashing upon an unintended recipient, then it was a necessary evil. Leaving you alone in bed while he carved some time for himself did not sit well with Harwin, but he would live with it readily if it meant you’d be spared witnessing just how much damage Larys’s blow had done to him.

You did not need a husband who was distracted with a desire to deal out personal justice, or a husband completely devastated by the betrayal of someone he had once held so dear. You had taken another’s life with your own hands, even though it was completely in your own self defense. Harwin was relieved that you had been able to do what needed to be done to protect yourself, but that did not make a difference in how you felt about it.

You need Harwin to be strong, now more than ever.

… So why was he here, up on the deck of Lord Darklyn’s ship, and away from you?

Further internal reflection could wait until later. The closer the ship grew to Dragonstone, the further you and the rest of your family were out of the Usurper’s grasp, and the more at ease Harwin began to feel. It was all a bit ironic, considering what was looming on the horizon.

Harwin turned away from the sea, and made to head back below deck. However, the sight of you and Derrik across the way made him pause. How long had the two of you been up here, whilst he was completely consumed in his own thoughts?

He walked across the deck with light steps, not wishing to disturb whatever conversation the two of you found yourselves in at this late hour.

“... I think you will feel more settled on the morrow, once we reach Dragonstone,” you were saying to Derrik. “We will be under Princess -the Queen’s- protection then. We will reaffirm our loyalty to her cause, and see how best we can serve it.”

“And then?” Derrick questioned.

“We will cross that bridge once we’ve reached it,” Harwin answered.

Despite the softness of his tone, Harwin couldn’t help but notice how you and Derrik flinched at the sound of his voice. It faintly wondered what subject the two of you had been discussing prior to him announcing his presence.

“Good evening, Father,” Derrik greeted him, recovering from his slight startle with ease. “We were just taking in a breath of fresh air.”

“As was I,” Harwin lied. His eyes briefly scanned the area, before finally landing back on Derrik. “Where is Selwin?”

It was a fair question; when it came to your sons, where there was one, the other was usually not far behind.

But in response, Derrik shook his head. “He is doing a much better job at trying to sleep than what I have the patience for.”

A soft smile threatened to break through Harwin’s otherwise brooding composure at the thought.

Upon Lord Darklyn receiving word of the death of the King, both Derrik and Selwin had insisted on riding out with Harwin to find you and the escort on the road. Derrik had been difficult enough to persuade to remain behind in Duskendale; convincing Selwin to do the same had been nearly impossible. Your youngest son had a fire within him that reminded Harwin so greatly of the one he harbored within himself. It was a fire fueled by loyalty and the desire to fiercely protect one’s own. Selwin, like Harwin, wore his heart on his sleeve. He was no lamb in sheep’s clothing, like Larys had revealed himself to be. Selwin was not capable of the treachery that his uncle had devised.

No, Harwin happily amended mentally. Not all second sons are destined to bring ruin upon their kin.

“Let us hope his efforts are not futile,” Harwin suggested. “We could all do with a good night’s rest.”

Whilst we still can. Those were the unspoken words that lingered uncomfortably for a few fleeting moments.

“I shall try and follow his example then,” Derrik agreed, breaking the mild tension. “Good night, Mother, Father.”

“Sleep well,” you told him, smiling lightly when Derrik kissed you fondly on the cheek.

Harwin also mustered up a small smile to give Derrik, and clapped him briefly on the shoulder as the younger man passed him. As Derrik walked away, Harwin turned his full attention to you.

It must have been a skill, Harwin supposed. Or, rather, simply a natural talent. Whatever it was, you looked as beautiful as ever, and effortlessly so, despite the horrors you both witnessed and experienced over the past few weeks. As you stood before him, the moonlight bathed you in a subtle but attractive light.

But when your eyes flickered up to meet his own, Harwin noticed immediately that they betrayed your otherwise serene and undisturbed appearance. Such sadness, stress, and mayhaps grief, lingered in your eyes, the likes of which Harwin had been fortunate enough to seldom see. In fact, the last time you had looked at him in such a way, you had just lost your brother, and were torn between fighting your cousin, Lord Garrett Redwyne, for possession of House Tyrell’s titles and holdings, or simply giving up. You had been seeking answers.

Perhaps you were seeking them again.

“You could not sleep either?” Harwin deduced.

You shook your head, turning to face the railing once again. Harwin stepped forward, coming to a stop beside you. Your arms brushed against one another’s due to the close proximity, but neither of you felt particularly inclined to move or step away.

Harwin looked over at you, but your gaze had returned to the dark waves before the pair of you. The hypnotic swirling movements spanned as far as the eye could see. There was no land, nor anything other to focus on. Only waves. Only darkness.

“Talk to me,” Harwin begged gently.

You clenched your jaw, still refusing to meet his eyes. “‘Tis nothing to speak of.”

“If that is truly how you feel about it, then I shall be gravely concerned for you.”

At Harwin’s poor attempt at a joke, you tore your eyes away from the sea and looked up at him. You gave him a disapproving look, but Harwin could’ve sworn that the heavy look in your eyes was lightened- if only a little bit.

“Please,” Harwin coaxed softly, hoping the break in your reserve would encourage you to continue to lower your heightened guard. “If speaking about it will help-”

“Lord Husband, you have just discovered that your brother conspired to have us killed, succeeded in killing your father, and attempted to take my own life once more. And yet you wish to discuss how I am feeling?”

“Yes,” Harwin asserted firmly, ignoring the twinge of hurt he felt at the use of such formality. “I can not bear the thought of you suffering in silence, My Love.”

You looked away from him once again and shook your head to yourself.

It was hardly appropriate conversation to have over dinner. But there had been some nights, when the memories became too much, too burdensome to contain with the perils of his own mind, when Harwin confided to you about it. Harwin had been Lord Commander of the City Watch, and had served on it for years prior to his promotion. He might not have commanded with the iron fist that his predecessors had, but he never shied away from doing what needed to be done. He’d been trained with weapons at a young age, and had grown up the eldest son and heir of a lord who was expected to carry out justice in the name of the King within the border of his own lands. He’d been knighted, and had participated in many dangerous tournaments over the years.

Harwin had witnessed a great deal of death in his life. And some of those deaths had been by his own hand.

Killing in the name of justice or honor did not make it any easier for Harwin to rationalize or accept what he had needed to do. And, he imagined, killing in the name of self-defense would not make it any more tolerable either.

“There is more blood on my hands than your own,” Harwin reminded you somberly, the volume of his voice softening significantly under the pure weight of his words. “I understand how impossible it may seem to wash it all away, despite the urge you may feel to rid yourself of the memory. If you need more time to mull it over, then take it. But I beg of you, please do not keep it all to yourself. You cannot simply ignore it- I know this, because I have tried. If you never face it, it will drown you.”

You clenched your jaw tighter.

For a few moments, all was quiet. The longer you did not speak, the more Harwin’s concern for you grew. If there was one thing that could overpower his desire to avenge his father, it would be his pure care and love for you.

Finally, you sighed. “Every time I close my eyes, I see his.” Abruptly, you turned, and looked up at Harwin with a pleading, almost pained look. “And when I do not see his, I see Ser Vaemond’s instead.”

Rumors about the unfavorable conclusion of the Driftmark succession petition had reached Duskendale only a day or two after Ser Vaemond’s head was detached from his shoulders, courtesy of Prince Daemon. Harwin knew you would not have been likely to be far from Princess Rhaenyra’s side during the petition, which led him to the inevitable conclusion that you were likely to have witnessed the grotesque act. Another horrendous and, frankly, unnecessary, chain of events that you had bore witness to over the past few weeks, and largely in part to the impulsivity of Prince Daemon Targaryen.

Harwin had many things he wished to say to Prince Daemon. Unfortunately, not many of them were likely to come to fruition, given the man’s recent escalation to Prince Consort.

Harwin could not, and would not, lie to you. “They will likely haunt you for some time.”

You did not look pleased by this, but neither did you look particularly surprised.

“The memories may be foul, but they serve a purpose,” Harwin contended delicately. “They prove that you have compassion. Guilt, even. It stands to reason that, had there been any other way, you might have taken it. But make no mistake, Y/N- there was no other way. Not this time.”

“Will it ever stop?” you wondered, your voice wavering with emotion. “Will I ever stop reliving what I’ve seen? What I’ve done?”

Harwin wished for little else in that moment but to find it within himself to lie to you. What he would do to give you whatever little comfort he could in this particularly trying time. But if it was a false hope, it would not be worth offering at all.

“You will always remember, but the shock will fade with time. You come to terms with it; you accept that it cannot be undone.”

Once more, you did not look pleased nor surprised. Rather, you looked resigned. “... Thank you, Harwin. I do not believe this is the last we will speak of the matter. But your words have helped, if only for tonight.”

Of course, Harwin would have wished for you to feel more reassured than for merely the span of the night, but that was a tall ask. He would not count it as a loss, and would be content with helping to soothe what plagued you in the time being, no matter how little it was.

It felt that the conversation had reached a natural conclusion. But just as Harwin was about to suggest that you both return back to your temporary quarters to retire, you continued.

“And what of you?”

Harwin froze. “What of me?”

“You insult me to think I am so foolish, Dearest. How fair is it for you to offer me words of comfort in my time of need, but to not have the same courtesy extended to you?”

Harwin was given a small start when you suddenly placed your hand on top of his own.

“Please,” you steadfastly bid him. “The revelation that your brother is not who you believed him to be is deeply troubling, but you need not conceal your thoughts about it for my sake. I can see how deep his betrayal has wounded you. Our sons can see it. And I am certain even Luciya can sense something is amiss.”

You were stubborn. But Harwin loved you for it. “... I would not even know where to begin.”

“You can begin by telling me what you wrote to him.”

May the gods have mercy on you, for I will not.

That was what Harwin had written to Larys, amongst other things.

Upon the realization that both scrolls found on two of the men who had waylaid your traveling party en route to Duskendale bore Larys’s seal, Harwin could not have torn them open fast enough.

Larys must have made himself out to be a clever man by having given his men the letters, each addressed to Harwin, and each able to have been sent on by raven once the task was done. Given their varying contents, one would have been selected depending on the course of action his tongue-less men had deemed appropriate to take. While one had conveyed Larys’s deepest sympathies that he had discovered you’d been killed in a skirmish during a robbery gone astray, the other regretfully informed Harwin that you had been taken hostage by the brigands instead.

But Larys was not clever enough. Keeping the firefly pin a secret between Harwin, you, and his steward and castellan, Lord Dannis, had proven to be most wise. Had Larys discovered the connection you and Harwin had made between it and the fire at Harrenhal, he might not have been so bold whilst devising his most recent attempt on your life.

Harwin made the most of the opportunity to write a short, but plain, letter back to his brother. He had not even bothered to sign or seal it, but Larys would not be able to mistake who had sent it.

You had read both of Larys’s scrolls, but Harwin had not shown you what he had penned back to the Kinslayer. The raven carrying the message had departed Duskendale for King’s Landing just as you departed Duskendale for Dragonstone. Larys most likely would have received it by already. Harwin could not deny that the thought of Larys pacing restlessly in the Red Keep as the realization that his wicked schemes had been found out brought Harwin some joy.

“He knows that I am aware of what he has done,” Harwin paraphrased his letter, ultimately deciding that revealing the entirety of his words was moot. Then, another thought crossed his mind, and he grimaced. “But perhaps I was too careless with my words. Keeping Larys in the dark, at least for a few days, might have offered us an advantage against him.”

You gripped his hand more firmly. “No. Let him toil away for now, knowing that justice will be had.”

Harwin had thought, more than once, about sending you and your children onwards to Dragonstone whilst he returned to King’s Landing alone. The thought of barging into the Red Keep and dragging Larys out to face that justice was extremely appealing. But Harwin knew, beyond a doubt, that if he stormed through the gates of the Red Keep, he would not be simply allowed to leave. He was the Lord of Harrenhal now, a lord suspected by many, for more reasons than one, to be unwaveringly loyal to Queen Rhaenyra. The Usurper would leap at the chance to lock him away in the dungeons, at least until he thought of a way he could be use to serve his false cause.

A day would come when vengeance could be served, and Larys would be paid his due. But, much to Harwin’s chagrin, that day would have to wait.

“You should write to your sisters,” you suggested to him. “They deserve to know the truth about Larys.”

Harwin glanced at you anxiously, and his shoulders tensed. With all his mental turmoil, he had yet to consider how his sisters may react to the news. “Do you truly think they will believe me? It will be my word against his. Larys has had us fooled for years, My Love- who is to say his venomous words will not charm our sisters and turn them against me?”

“And what could Larys say to sway them?” you countered. “That you’ve gone mad? You’ve never given either of your sisters a reason to fear you, My Love. I do not believe that would start now. And, should they be insistent on proof, we still have the other letter in our possession.”

Harwin took care to choose which one of his brother’s letters he would return back to him, and kept the most damning one for himself. He’d tucked it safely away amongst his few traveling possessions, where it would remain. The letter, written in Larys’s own hand and which detailed your death, which had yet to actually transpire, was likely to raise some questions at the very least.

“Your sisters deserve to be informed of such a thing in person,” you acquiesced thoughtfully. “But that is a luxury that we cannot afford now. Write to them- tell them the truth, and warn them of what we suspect will soon come, so that their houses can start their own preparations.”

Successfully convincing Lilyan and Eyla that their brother orchestrated the murder of Lord Lyonel would appease Harwin some, but it would never be enough. Even if Harwin could find it somewhere deep within himself to one day forgive Larys of such an atrocity, that was not the whole of Larys’s sins.

The failure to properly execute a plan could not erase the intent of it. The fire at Harrenhal had been orchestrated to eliminate you all. Larys had meant to kill you. He had meant to rid himself of your sons.

And for that, Larys could rot in the deepest pit of the Seven Hells for all eternity.

“That will not be enough to satisfy,” Harwin confided to you in a dark, low tone.

“Once this business with the Usurper has been dealt with, the Queen shall hold them all accountable for their crimes. The Master of Whisperers may receive a trial, but the truth cannot be soiled. Larys will meet his deserved end.”

Harwin paused to allow the deeper meaning of your words sink in.

Larys would die.

But what all would transpire before that came to pass?

Suddenly, a particularly strong gust of wind came barreling through. As you readjusted your grip on the railing, Harwin placed a hand at the small of your back to keep you steady. Once the wind had passed, you shivered.

Without a thought, Harwin unfastened and shrugged off his traveling cloak. Ignoring your feeble protests, he placed it over your shoulders. His hands remained there for a few moments past what would have been necessary to secure the fabric.

“Thank you,” you told him, speaking so softly Harwin had to strain to hear you over the noise of the waves. “But I have little need for two cloaks, and without one of your own, you will catch a chill.”

“If that is the cost for ensuring you will not, then it is a price I do not mind paying.”

For the second time, Harwin felt the conversation had reached its natural conclusion. But then, you took a slow step to the side, creeping your way towards him. He lifted an arm and could not help but chuckle at your thinly veiled attempt to be subtle about it. Once you tucked yourself into his side, Harwin dropped his arm, securing you to him.

You had both been through great ordeals. It was, almost fearfully so, too easy to forget that it had been weeks since you had had a true moment alone. A moment unencumbered by the most recent conversations of traveling, betrayal, usurpation, or war. A moment where the two of you could just be.

“I do not think I have ever felt more relieved than when I realized it was not too late,” Harwin found himself saying.

Finding you amidst a struggle with a mysterious attacker was frightening enough, but you were alive, and at that moment, after weeks of tormenting himself about the extent of your wellbeing, that was all that had mattered to Harwin. The fear of not finding you, or worse, finding you after something grave had befallen you and your escort on the road, still haunted him.

You burrowed your head into his chest to make yourself more comfortable. “As was I. What use would I be to our Queen if I had fallen into the clutches of the Greens?”

Harwin could not help but be appalled by your words. Did you truly not understand? Though loyalty was admirable, the severity of the situation could not be ignored.

Harwin tightened his hold on you. “You could have died.”

“I know,” you breathed shakily. “It’s just… easier to entertain the alternative.”

Harwin understood that feeling all too well.

You wrapped your arms around his middle. As if it were even possible, you pressed yourself further into his side. “I am truly sorry about your brother, Dearest.”

“Don’t be,” Harwin replied, speaking truthfully. “He may be of my blood, but he is no brother of mine. I still have my family, my true family. And I still have you. That is all that matters.”

For a few minutes, the two of you stood there in a comfortable silence.

“These are dark times we’ve found ourselves in,” you mused joylessly.

Harwin sighed. “Aye.”

“All of this mess, is it worth it? Is all this misery we’ve endured worth whatever awaits us beyond?”

“We are no oathbreakers,” Harwin reminded you, treading lightly. “We chose this path years ago.”

“But what if we chose wrong?”

Harwin was stunned to a loss for words at your suggestion. You had rarely expressed any doubt in supporting Princess Rahenyra, and for as long as Harwin had known you, you had known her.

Eventually, Harwin pondered, “How could we have chosen wrong, if we chose to walk this path together?”

You contemplated his words.

“It would serve neither of us to dwell on the past,” Harwin discouraged, pulling you even closer still. “This path we have chosen might not be easy. But it is what we have chosen.”

There was another choice before you now. Formally pledged oaths and informally reassurances of loyalty aside, the question was a simple one.

Aegon, or Rhaenyra? … The Usurper, or your friend?

“What do you think awaits us at Dragonstone?” you asked him then.

Harwin did not fail to notice your convenient change in rhetoric, but he would not press the matter. “If Lord Darklyn could not delay his own departure to Dragonstone, even for a day or two so that we might have joined him, then the situation must be dire.”

“I should write to my uncle. If war is upon us, he needs to know.”

Harwin understood your sense of urgency. Dragons were one thing, but armies were another. If Oldtown deposed reinforcements to King’s Landing to defend the Usurper’s claim, Highgarden, fixed along the Rose Road, would be in their direct path.

“And you shall,” Harwin assured you. “On the morrow.”

There were no ravens aboard that were available to carry such a message.

Fortunately, you did not disagree. Instead, you gave him a relenting nod. “It seems that a lot of hope has been placed on our issues being resolved ‘on the morrow’.”

“As you told our son- we shall at least feel more at ease.”

You scoffed. “Excellent. Well, now that you’ve put it that way, I look forward to it earnestly.”

Harwin must’ve made a strange face, for as soon as you saw it, your own expression softened. As you turned to face him fully, the sarcasm faded quickly, leaving only empathy in its wake.

You placed your hands on his chest and looked up to him with wide eyes. “Forgive me.”

The corners of Harwin’s mouth twitched as he covered your hands with his own. “There is nothing to forgive, My Love.”

And when you stood on your toes to press a tender kiss to his lips, it was incredibly easy for Harwin to imagine that the two of you were somewhere, anywhere else. Not sailing towards an uncertain fate.

What he would have given to turn back time, if only a month or two. What he would have given to have you and your children back in Highgarden, away from what was becoming an increasingly volatile world. What he would have given to have spared you the horrors you had endured.

What he would give to have the opportunity to knock some sense into himself, to force open his own eyes and take a deeper, more insightful look at his brother.

The path you had chosen to walk together had taken its toll. Most of the wounds had healed, though the scars of them would always remain. But, as Harwin had argued, you had chosen to walk the path together. You would not abandon the path now, not when the end was so near. However strenuous the final stretch of it would be, you would continue to draw your strength from each other.

You pulled away first, but did not stray far. Your next words escaped you in a hushed whisper. “Whatever comes next, promise me that we’ll face it together?”

“Together,” Harwin avowed, knowing no other way.

The sun had just begun to rise over the island of Dragonstone.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon had already been awake for some time, but the lightening of the sky gave him a proper excuse to finally slip from his chambers.

He found who he needed to without much searching; it seemed there were many walking about the castle as of late, even at early hours of the morning. Almost all of them would jump at any chance to be of service. Jacaerys gave the order to his mother’s- well, perhaps now his- steward, and did not dawdle long after giving it, lest it be protested.

The Queen was not to be disturbed.

Of course, his mother had no idea of Jacaerys’s command. In fact, once she learned of it, she was likely to be cross with him. But Jacaerys would willingly subject himself to her scolding, for he felt it was for the best.

The day before had been difficult. Terribly so.

In the morning, they had given the funeral rights before a much, much too small pyre for his sister. Visenya, his mother had named her. By midday, Ser Erryk Cargyll had arrived from King’s Landing to present his mother with the crown of the Old King. It was same crown his own grandsire had worn for six and twenty years, and his great-great-grandsire for five and fifty years before that. By the afternoon, most everyone had gathered in the Chamber of the Painted Table, where strategizing waged on for what felt like a few more hours. Lord Otto Hightower’s arrival on the shores of Dragonstone in the evening brought that discussion to a grinding halt. He’d delivered proposed terms of peace to the Queen, and to the rest of her pledged supporters who had not already received them. No one had felt like reconvening after that.

Three days. His mother had promised the Usurper’s Hand that the Greens would have their answer in three days. In three days, it would be known whether the realm was to go to war.

But until the Sea Snake arrived, or until the scouts his mother had sent to the mainland to locate and retrieve their additional key allies returned, it felt as if all further progress at amassing support for the Queen’s cause was at a standstill. And so far, there had yet to be word on either of those fronts.

No need for his mother to rise any earlier than what she might naturally. If Jacaerys could do her this small kindness, it would be more than worthwhile. His mother was the Queen, and the Seven Kingdoms were hers to protect now. But she had also protected Jacaerys his entire life. Now that he was nearly a man grown, it was high time for him to return the favor.

With the Queen indisposed with sleep, only Prince Daemon might have been able to undermine Jacaerys’s command to leave her undisturbed. It was most fortunate that his step-father was doing… only the gods knew whatever he was doing, coming and going from the castle at all hours, and as he saw fit. Jacaerys could only hope that he wasn’t off threatening even more of the limited few who had already pledged their support. That would be the easiest way to invoke the wrath of the Queen.

There was already tension between them, between his mother and step-father. But Jacaerys could not discern the real cause. Was it the loss of their daughter, the death of their father and brother respectively, or another matter altogether?

The only comfort Jacerys took was, although his step-father was undoubtedly plotting for someone, he could not possibly be plotting for the Greens. The Greens might welcome many of the Queen’s defectors to their side in the days to come, but so deep was the history between the Rogue Prince and the Usurper’s Hand, Prince Daemon would never be one of them.

Finally alone with his thoughts, Jacaerys leaned against the stone barrier of a balcony that looked out and over the sea. With some good winds and a fair amount of luck, vessels bearing the Sea Snake’s banner would sail through the waters by the end of the day.

A small glance at the sky behind him, all the way across to the other side of the castle, proved his suspicions. Nearly a day had passed, and yet the faint white wisps of smoke rose into the pink sky.

What remained of Princess Visenya Targaryen’s funeral pyre still simmered.

Jacaerys turned back away. What he would give to take to the skies with Vermax at that moment. Being on dragonback and looking down at the world, where even something as grand as the castle looked miniscule, had an uncanny way of clearing one’s mind.

But that was not possible. Not today. With his mother taking a well-deserved rest, Jacaerys knew he needed to be on the ground and easily within reach, in case there happened to be need of him. At least he could carve away a few moments of calm peace, before the rest of the castle began to truly stir.

And peace he had, until a small movement beside him gently nudged him from his heavy thoughts. Jacaerys turned towards the oncomer and was surprised at who he saw beside him.

“Luke,” he greeted. He shifted, taking his weight off his forearms, which had been resting on the barrier before him, and rose to his full height. “I did not expect you to be up at this hour.”

“Nor I you,” his younger brother replied, avoiding his gaze.

An awkward tension fell over them.

“Did you sleep well?”

Lucerys’s answer was quick and resolved. “No.”

“Me neither.”

The awkwardness dissipated, and when Lucerys finally turned to meet his eyes, he gave a small smile, which was easy for Jacaerys to return.

“Before too much time has passed, there is something I wished to tell you,” Jacaerys said then, carefully adjusting his tone so as to properly convey his sincerity. “I wanted to apologize for the other day. How I behaved… it was uncalled for.”

Jacaerys was not sure what had gotten a hold of him. He and his brother had been sparring with one another since they were young boys, and none of those bouts had ever resulted as it had two days ago. Never before had Jacaerys knocked his younger brother down to the sand, nor yanked him around, let alone so roughly. Jacaerys supposed that he had yet to recover the involuntary exposure to his uncles in King’s Landing, which had brought out the worst in him. But even if that were so, Lucerys had not been deserving of the treatment he’d received.

“You are a prince,” Lucerys disagreed. A true peacekeeper, he was. It was little wonder mother tended to favor him; Jacaerys would have done the same, if he’d had a son like that.

“As are you.”

“You are the Prince,” Lucerys amended, uncharacteristically stoic. “The Heir to the Iron Throne, future Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.”

Jacaerys countered, “And who was I before?”

Lucyers waited for his response.

“Your brother,” Jacaerys answered, clapping a firm hand on his shoulder. “Whether they call us princes or bastards, whether I am to be a king someday or nothing at all, none of that matters to me. None of that matters, so long the histories remember I was your brother in the end.”

He could tell his words touched Lucerys deeply; the rising sun did little to mask the water behind his younger brother’s eyes. But Jacaerys would not speak of that. By the old gods and the new, never again would he belittle Lucerys so.

“My Prince!”

Jacaerys dropped his hand and turned towards the call.

It was Baela.

There he was, at nearly ten and seven, and just the sight of his recently betrothed had the tendency to make him grin like a love-stricken boy.

“Good morrow, Lady Baela!” Jacaerys greeted her heartily. He did a double take as he took in her appearance. Baela was walking towards them, taking off her gloves one by one. Her silvery white curls, riding cloak, and dress fanned out behind her with the winds that blew in from the sea. She looked rather majestic, but Jacaerys would have rather been caught dead before he dared to make such a declaration in the presence of his younger brother.

Seven Hells, Baela herself might have even thumped him upside the head for it.

“Did you go for a ride this morning?” Lucerys asked her politely, also having noted her unusual state of dress for the early hour.

Moondancer was not the biggest of their dragons, but had recently grown large enough to seat her rider. And Baela had taken advantage of that development as much as her young dragon’s stamina had allowed.

Baela nodded. “I thought I might keep an eye out for Grandsire’s fleet.”

“Any sight of it?”

“No,” Baela answered, the disappointment evident in her voice. “However, I did spot a lone ship, with its course leading straight here. I knew I needed to return at once.”

Jacaerys frowned. The Usurper’s Hand had not been gone half a day, and his mother had told him she would need three in order to consider the proposed terms. Surely the Usurper was not so conniving, nor stupid, to send a single vessel to Dragonstone for the sake of merely antagonizing the Queen? If it was an enemy ship, it would never even reach the harbor.

“What is the banner being flown?” Jacaerys implored.

“The sail was of House Darklyn’s,” Baela recounted. “Was Lord Gunthor expecting more men?”

“Not that I can recall.” Perhaps it was a ploy or something of the sort.

Jacaerys turned with the intention to head back inside, rouse his mother, and inform her of the news. But when Baela reached out a hand to stop him, he halted at once.

“There were two others,” she told him. “They were smaller banners, like what soldiers might carry. I did not dare to fly too low or too close, but I could make out the colors.”

“What were they?”

“One was a golden sigil on a field of green.”

Jacaerys looked to his younger brother, who gave him a knowing look. He looked back to Baela. “And the other?”

“It was blue, red-”

“And green?” Lucerys interjected hopefully. “On a field of white?”

Baela looked stunned. “Yes.”

For the first time in days, Jacaerys let out a small laugh. Upon seeing Baela’s confusion from his understandably bizarre response, he explained, “There is no need to worry, for that is no enemy ship.”

It was plain to see that Baela was not entirely reassured. “There are so many house sigils, My Prince. You cannot know them all.”

“I do not,” Jacaerys admitted. “But I know of two houses whose members were recently due to be hosted by Lord Gunthor. The same two we have hoped would soon reach our shores.”

Jacaerys turned back to his brother next. Lucerys looked about as happy as Jacaerys felt.

“Go to the Queen,” he bid Lucerys, “Tell her what Baela has seen. I will alert the guards and greet our guests myself.”

“Come here, Lucy.”

The young Lord Derrik Strong smiled as he took his younger sister into his arms.

You had all arrived in the harbor at Dragonstone shortly after the sun had risen. Since the arrival had not been previously announced, there were no horses, carriages, or other means by which to make traveling with everyone’s belongings up to the castle more feasible. The majority of the traveling party had elected to remain behind until such assistance could be procured, while the rest of you were to head onwards on foot.

The walk from the harbor to the gates of the castle was not a long one, at just under half a league. But the youngest among you would not be able to make the walk herself, and leaving her behind with the rest of the party was simply out of the question. Neither you, Harwin, Selwin, or Derrik could ask Brynna to carry Luciya all that way, even if the loyal nursemaid might have done so.

Instead, Derrik took turns with his brother carrying and otherwise entertaining their sister for the short trek. Every now and then, you and Harwin would spare a glance behind you at your children, ready to take over and assist with Luciya if needed.

But you and Harwin had enough on your mind at the moment, and an undoubtedly long day ahead of you. If Derrik could keep his sister preoccupied, it would be the least he could do for you.

You had visited Dragonstone once or twice with Princess Rhaenyra- when she had only been the princess- in your youth. Over the years, you had come to tell Derrik and Selwin many tales of it. But no amount of whimsical words could have prepared Derrik for the sheer grandness of the land before him.

Behind the castle, still some ways ahead, looming tall and imposing, the Dragonmont kissed the sky. The blackened smoke rising from its depths created streaks against what would have otherwise been a clear blue.

The castle itself was fodder for awe due the splendorous architecture. Many dragons, carved from the very stone that built up the island, had been installed in its foundations. They rivaled the size of the few dragons Derrik had seen in his lifetime, but were most likely small in comparison to the other dragons of old.

Unfortunately, the impressive scenery had caused more harm than good for others. It was of little wonder how a babe as young as Luciya could not appreciate the finer aspects of the castle’s design. The dragons in particular seemed to pose a viable threat.

Luciya turned and buried her face in Derrik’s shoulder. He could tell she was on the verge of tears by her audible sniffling, and Derrik reacted hastily, wanting to avoid such an outcome. He patted her lightly on the back, saying, “There, there, Lucy. You have no reason to fear the dragons. They will not harm you.”

At his words, Luciya lifted her head cautiously, but her lip still quivered.

“They are good,” Selwin added helpfully, simplifying Derrik’s words so that she might understand. “They will keep us safe.”

Fortunately, it worked, and their sister did not cry. But once she had buried her head in Derrik’s shoulder once more, she did not lift it again.

Only when they had reached the castle’s guarded entrance gate and had begun to make their way across the bridge did Derrik and Selwin give in to Brynna’s insistence. He managed to hand his sister off to her nursemaid without a fuss from Luciya.

As the small group crossed the bridge, Derrik took a moment to fully appreciate the full vision of the castle. But the closer they drew, the more his eyes trailed downwards. Many guards stood tall at the foot of the castle. Most donned the Targaryen red and black, but there appeared to be several White Cloaks among them. In the middle of them all stood a lone figure, positioned right at the bottom of the castle steps.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.

It had been years, but Derrik would have been able to recognize his childhood companion anywhere.

Prince Jacaerys looked most pleased as they approached. It was a sentiment that Derrik wished to return, but then he caught sight of you.

As you walked, you looked over to the right of the castle steps. A small trail, lined with large slabs of jagged rock, led to a small stone altar. The surface of the stone was lined layer upon layer with what appeared to be hardened wax. On top of the altar, what looked like remnants of a fire simmered with a faint and dull orange glow. Little remained of whatever had been aflame, but even now, small tufts of white smoke rose into the sky.

Whatever the altar before you had been used for, Derrik could tell that you were deeply disturbed by it. Your jaw clenched, your eyes hardened. When you turned back to face the prince, your neck tilted stiffly. Derrik continued to watch carefully as Harwin looked at you concernedly with unspoken questions lingering in his eyes.

The group came to a halt before Prince Jacaerys, and for a brief moment, all was still. Then, in unison, the ladies of the group curtsied, while the men among you bowed.

“Our deepest condolences for the loss of your grandsire, My Prince,” you said to him as you rose back to your normal height. Your voice sounded a bit strained. “King Viserys was a good, kind man. The realm shall mourn his loss for many years.”

Prince Jacaerys nodded to you cordially. “You are too kind, Lady Tyrell… Lord Harwin.” The look on Prince Jacaerys’s face as he appraised Derrik’s father was indiscernible, but it was soon replaced with a polite smile. “Know that you and your companions are most welcome on Dragonstone. I have already sent horses and carriages to retrieve those who remained at the harbor. In the meantime, the rest of you will be shown to your quarters.”

Prince Jacaerys gestured to a few of the knights around him, who immediately stepped forward and began to address others among the group.

“Lady Tyrell, Lord Strong,” Prince Jacacarys called then, “If you will follow me. The Queen will wish to speak with you at once.”

The Dragonstone throne within the Great Hall of the Stone Drum was second in splendor only to the Iron Throne. Large slabs of black stone, masoned from the same rock that had been carved from the Dragonmont, fixed it to be a rather intimidating structure.

But neither you nor Harwin had more than a few brief moments to admire it before a door on the opposite end of the room opened.

Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen stepped out of the shadows and into the small streams of light that filtered into the room. As she strode over to the two of you, she subtly commanded every bit of attention and respect with which her new title bestowed upon her. She was dressed in a narrow black gown, which flowed minimally behind her with each step.

Most oddly, her hands did not come to rest upon her stomach. That gesture had always been a habit of hers whenever she was with child. It was a habit she still indulged in, as you had noted during your short time in King’s Landing over a week prior. Instead, her hands swayed by her side, with her thumbs hidden beneath tightly clenched fists. Naturally, your focus drifted towards inwards, towards her middle.

When you realized how truly thin she looked, you almost choked on the horrid feeling that suddenly overcame you.

The altar. The pyre.

As Queen Rhaenyra came to a halt before you and Harwin, your mouth felt dry, and your gaze fell down to the ground beneath your feet. Harwin kneeled beside you. You tucked your chin and forced your legs to bend as you followed his example.

“My Queen.”

You rose slowly, but were encouraged to move more swiftly when the Queen gently pulled you up to your feet and embraced you. For a moment, the two of you stood still. You knew you ought to have said something, anything. Perhaps you should have offered your condolences on the loss of her father… or perhaps you should have extended your deepest sympathies for the second loss you now suspected she had suffered. But you could not. You did not dare to move or speak, not unless she did.

When Rhaenyra finally pulled away, she kept a hold on your arms. Her eyes shone with a mixture of sadness and relief. “It is so good to see you again, my friend.” She looked over to your husband, and gave him a soft smile. “And you, Lord Harwin.”

Harwin bowed his head respectfully.

“I am glad to see the two of you safe… And what of your children?”

“They are well, Your Grace,” Harwin promised her.

The Queen beamed at his words, though her eyes still shone with something more somber. Seemingly invigorated, she turned back to you. “Come now, my friends. There is much to discuss.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please feel free to let me know any and all of your thoughts. I hope you all have a wonder end of the week!🖤

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lampiridaes · 11 months ago

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# rules

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all of the pjsk cast! i will not be writing for the virtual singers/vocaloids as they also exist outside of project sekai (i hope this makes sense)

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romantic, platonic, and familial relationships

fluff and light angst

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poly relationships (pls specify bc i write separately by default)

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jenn-i-guess · 3 years ago

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Pictured Confessions//Kiribaku

Imagine Class 1-A bringing in old childhood photo albums and middle school yearbooks, all except for Kiri who was too embarrassed to bring anything like that.

That doesn’t stop Mina from bringing her own middle school yearbook, and guess what?

Besides finding a-kind of the same looking-picture of younger Mina, they find an INTERESTING picture of middle school Kirishima...

Black straightened hair, dark grey eyeshadow, and tons of (seemingly fake) piercings, jutting out of his lip and nose, even one on his eyebrow, with one shaved line at the crease.

But the cherry on top was the very obvious Hot Topic shirt with what seemed to be a cover of some heavy metal band.

Silence fills the room, heat radiating off of the very embarrassed Kirishima, pressing his face into his palms.

If he was a cartoon, steam would definitely be shooting from his ears.

“Dude...” Sero began.

“You were such an emo!” Kaminari finished with a snort, eyes watering.

Groaning into his hands once more, he began to wonder how he could possibly die at this moment.

Maybe if the floor could just swallow him whole, it would be doing him a big favor right about now.

“W-Well!” He started, reaching out and grabbing Mina’s yearbook.

“Two can play at that game! Did you know-“ Kiri paused, for dramatic affect, flipping many of the laminated pages before he found what he was looking for, “That Mina used to be in the drama club?!”

Mina shrieked as their friends began crowding around the book again, looking at a very embarrassing picture.

Hopefully much more embarrassing than his that it would be long forgotten.

It was a large picture, in which Mina was wearing a huge white wig and a judge’s dress while holding her arms up in the air.

The picture captured her face when she was pursing her lips, her eyes widening comically.

“No! Don’t look!” Mina screamed, jutting her arms out before grabbing the book, slamming it shut and holding it against her chest, a wild look on her face.

“Nice wig, Mina.” Kaminari wheezed, his face scrunching up like he just tasted a lemon, trying to hold back more laughter.

“Oh you’re one to talk. Where’s your yearbook?” She smirked, pleased with herself when Kaminari blanched and shut up quite completely.

Everyone began to gather around Kaminari, poking him to show his memorabilia.

Kirishima sighed, choosing this moment to step out.

Looking around the room, he noticed there was one less person than before.

A certain blonde, whom he had really hoped had not seen the embarrassing photo of him but it would’ve been hard not to, what with Mina holding it up for all the class to see.

He scanned the room and saw Bakugou walking back towards the elevator, jamming his finger on the button with so much more anger than necessary.

Curious, Kirishima walked fast over to him, ignoring the quick chattering of his friends.

Just as the elevator was about to close, Kirishima jutted his foot between the two sliding doors, stopping them momentarily.

“Hey! Wait up Bakubro!” He slid in, feeling the blonde’s crimson eyes boring holes into the back of his head.

“The hell are you doing, shitty-hair?” Bakugou sneered, watching as the redhead pressed the button to their floor, smiling when it made a soft chiming noise.

“Eh, I’m bored. I’m just gonna work out in my room and then probably hit the hay.” Kirishima shrugged.

Bakugou nodded, shoving his fists into his grey sweatpants pockets, leaning against the elevator wall.

The redhead stared a little more at his friend, lingering on his face.

He had never seen the blonde so...emotionless.

His pale face smooth and relaxed, no wrinkles or furrowed eyebrows from his usual spouts of anger.

In fact he looked...pretty. Not just his face, but the light blonde tufts of hair styled in spikes surrounding it.

Well...Kiri also thought he looked hot as well.

What?! You can’t really blame him!

Not when Bakugou wore those black tank tops, showing off hints of his pectorals, doing nothing to stop him from looking at the muscles bulging on his arms.

It was especially excruciatingly painful to watch whenever they trained together.

Watching beads of sweat fall down beyond the collar of his top, making Kirishima wonder what was beyond that line of clothing.

Wondering how it would feel if he touched that expanse of skin.

A loud chime spooked him out of his very homoerotic thoughts, a faint dust of red filling the apples of his cheeks as he realized he had still been staring at Bakugou’s meaty biceps.

He grimaced, hoping Bakugou didn’t see him staring, but he didn’t get a chance to, as Bakugou was already walking out of the elevator.

Kirishima inhaled deeply, shaking his head as he followed Bakugou to their neighboring dorms.

The blonde stopped in front of his door, turning to stare at Kirishima.

The redhead gulped, nervously watching as Bakugou looked him up and down, seeming like he was expecting Kiri to say something.

“Well, goodnight Bakugou!” He smiled at him, going to open his door when suddenly a much lighter hand slammed it shut once more.

“Hold on.” Bakugou demanded, his gruff voice bouncing against the empty hallway.

Kirishima paused, his lips shut tight as he waited for Bakugou to say more.

“Um...yes?” He smiled meekly, his lips not exactly curving upwards.

Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows, his cheeks flushing red as he stammered, “Y-You! You still need help with tutoring tonight, right?!” He yelled out the last bit.

Ah! Tonight is Friday! Their tutoring night!

With all of the excitement of yearbooks and family pictures he must’ve forgotten completely!

Ugh, so unmanly to keep Bakugou waiting, to make him ask like this.

“Oh! Yes yes, right! Of course, my bad Bakugou.” Kiri nodded his head, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, beginning to turn red with embarrassment.

Bakugou relaxed his shoulders, the smallest of grins beginning to show on his face.

“Whatever, ‘s not like I expected you to remember anything with that pea-sized brain of yours.” He mocked, turning around to open his door.

“Hey! My brain is normal sized, just like yours!” Kirishima retaliated, stomping after Bakugou.

The door clicked shut behind them, entrapping Kirishima inside of the cool shadowy room that was Bakugou’s.

Besides being cooler temperature wise, the room was also very...boring.

It surprised him every time Kirishima walked into Bakugou’s room, just the overall average ness.

Bland grey walls with nothing decorating them, not even so much as a poster of his favorite hero.

And to go along with the insane asylum decor, black bedsheets and a white pillowcase, neatly put together as if he never touched the bed at all.

Kirishima smiled to himself, feeling comfortable in the others room, a sense of familiarity.

The blonde groaned before flipping down on his bed, back-first.

“So, what is it that you need help with?” He spoke, his usually rough voice toning down a bit.

Kiri started to speak, but paused as he took a breath.

Actually, he didn’t really have anything to work on.

Final exams were over, there were no surprise tests sprung out by Aizawa.

Truly, there was no reason he should even be in this room at all.

So why did he want to stay?

Stuttering out his last breath, he crouched onto the floor, shuffling into a criss-crossed position.

“Well, actually-“ He chuckled nervously, watching as Bakugou leaned upwards, resting on his elbows while staring at him incredulously.

“Ha, I guess I don’t really have anything to do. I don’t really need to study for anything.”

“So then, why’d you come in here?” Bakugou grunted, sitting up all the way and leaning forwards with his elbows resting on his knees.

“Honestly?” Kiri shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m so exhausted from today. Just having to deal with everyone yelling and having to show people photos, especially mine!” He groaned.

But some part of him did wonder if Bakugou knew what he was talking about.

But oh bOy was he not at all prepared for the answer to that question!

“Oh, you mean that hot picture of you?”

Kirishima wheezed, his lungs squeezing together as all the air escaped his body.

He coughed-super attractively-while trying to think of anything to say.

It didn’t help that Bakugou just kept staring at him, his eyebrows raised and a subtle smirk keeping his lips quirked up.

“Ahem, what?” Kiri’s heart hammered against his chest, his fingers feeling oddly clammy clasped together.

“I said-“ Bakugou shuffled himself onto the floor, leaning closer into Kirishima’s space.

So close that Kiri could smell the spicy scent of the blonde’s body wash, almost intoxicating to him.

“I thought that picture of you was hot.” He rumbled, one of his eyebrows quirking upwards in such a way that Kiri could actually feel his heart stopping and starting at the same time.

“Ah, um cool.” He sputtered before his brain caught up to his idiotic mouth.

Cool?!

Kill him. Right here right now. He is a waste of a human body.

But a light airy sound broke him out of his embarrassing trance, a laugh.

Bakugou was chuckling at him. And in a really cute way!

Kirishima could rarely ever get Bakugou to laugh, most of the time he was the one being laughed at.

Just like now but...it was different. The way he was laughing, the smile stretching his lips.

There were indents marking at the corner of his eyes as he laughed, small divots of skin.

“Dumbass.” Bakugou chortled, biting his lips to reel in another fit of laughter.

Oh. Wow.

Kiri was definetly sure he was blushing now, half of it being because of embarrassment but the other half...

Adoration.

Damn, Eijirou was really swimming in the deep end wasn’t he?

“Sh-Shut up! You can’t just-just say something like that and expect a good answer out of me!” Kirishima whined, balling up his hands in frustrations.

“What is your answer?” Bakugou asked, nonchalantly.

Kiri paused once more, “My what?”

“You said,” Bakugou smirked, “That I cant expect a good answer. How about just a regular one?”

“A...regular one?”

Oh boy. Was this really happening? Oh god oh fuck-

Bakugou hummed, his face going slack as he waited for an answer.

“Well, I guess it’s okay that you found me hot, then.”

But the real question still lingered on his lips, like a bad aftertaste.

“And it’s fine if you...don’t find me attractive now.” He murmured the last part, a part of him hoping Bakugou didn’t catch what he said.

Kiri glanced back up when he heard a harsh scoff come from Bakugou’s mouth.

“Tch, never said that.” He muttered, his face growing steadily pink.

“You-“

Kiri blanked.

His outer body seemed to get clammy and sweaty but his insides, it felt as if he was being burned.

His heart hammered painfully, and he found it even harder to breathe.

“What...Bakugou what do you mean by that?” Kirishima asked, his voice quivering on the last word, staring straight at Bakugou’s crimson eyes.

The blonde shifted, growing more embarrassed by the second. He wiped his calloused hands against his mouth and bit his lip.

“Bakugou-“

Kirishima reached out and grabbed Bakugou’s hand, feeling the sweat mixing in with his own.

He wanted to feel it.

If this moment really was happening he wanted to feel how it felt.

Eijirou swallowed down his building saliva, using his thumb to rub gentle circles onto the blonde’s soft skin.

“I-I like you too. If this means what I think it means, I like you too.” He couldn’t help but let the nervous smile contort his lips, the tips of his sharp teeth sticking out, like white gleams in the darkness of Bakugou’s room.

The blonde’s head snapped back to stare at Kirishima, his eyes widening in what seemed to be disbelief, then softening.

Bakugou snorted, twisting his hand away, almost causing Kirishima’s heart to break into pieces.

That is until those lovely hands came up to rest lightly on his face, palms squishing his cheeks lightly.

And god the sudden warmness of those palms made his heart stutter.

And it gave him a thrill as well.

Knowing that in a matter of seconds these hands could explode and destroy everything that they touched.

Yet, they touched him so softly, his thumbs barely grazing any skin.

“Then, I hope you don’t mind if I do this.” Bakugou breathed out, his face inching closer and closer, his breath mingling with Kirishima’s.

Getting ever so close until eventually...

Kirishima closed his eyes in bliss, his own soft lips sliding against Bakugou’s rougher chapped ones.

He sighed through his nose, his own hands coming up to rest on Bakugou’s shoulders.

Wow, it felt so nice.

So right.

Like this was exactly the place his lips belonged.

Right on top of Bakugou’s.

He gasped for air as the blonde’s tongue warily poked between his lips, sliding in when Kirishima allowed.

“Woah okay!” Kirishima pulled away, chuckling as his face burned with excitement.

Bakugou smirked, poking his tongue out to swipe across his bottom lip. “Too much?” He teased.

Kirishima groaned loudly, falling on top of Bakugou’s knees to hide his enflamed face.

“Dude, you suck so much right now.” His voice was muffled against the blonde’s knees.

“Mm, too bad. You’re gonna have to live with it.”

Bakugou’s voice rumbled, the vibrations tickling Kiri’s cheeks.

Kirishima jolted up, a large toothy smile on his face.

“You mean...is this you trying to ask me out?” Kirishima whispered, leaning closer his cheeks starting to hurt from how wide his smile was.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, holding his hands up.

Kirishima yelled as Bakugou used one of his fingers to flick him painfully at the tip of his nose.

“Ow!” He looked to the blonde for answers, rubbing his abused nose.

“The fuck do you mean? Was me kissing you not enough dipshit?!” Bakugou sneered, his furrowed eyebrows making him look like a grumpy cat.

Kirishima chuckled, smiling as he leaned forward.

“No no, it was.” He used his hand to squish Bakugou’s cheeks together, placing a gentle kiss on his puckered lips.

Bakugou relaxed, humming against his lips. “Good.” He murmured.

“Good.” Kirishima leaned back, his eyes widening when he saw the smile on Bakugou’s face.

A smile, though not large, but wide enough to show his gleaming teeth.

He leaned in again to see if that smile tasted just as good as it looked.

It did.

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Lost and Found

part 03/10 “a lesson in the force”

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part 03/10

The soft plush mattress felt suffocating. The way it folded in around your body made you feel constricted. It wasn’t comforting, not now. You spent most of your night tossing and turning, and trying to wrap your mind around what Anakin had said to you. It was true in a way that you had felt something stir inside you at times, when you didn’t feel at ease really, but you had always thought it to be just a consciousness you had to situations.

The Force.

That was silly. No, Anakin was the one who was gifted with that connection. That’s why he was taken from Tatooine all those years ago. And that’s why you had to stay. Surely, if this was all true, then you would’ve been taken as well. Right? Of course. They didn’t just leave you behind. Anakin didn’t leave you behind.

You stopped yourself and sat upwards. Your eyes felt dry from the lack of sleep, but you couldn’t just stop your mind from wandering. You looked over to the pendant you had put on the table by the bed and grabbed it to hold in your hand. You sighed and leaned back as you rested against the pillows. You looked down at the pendant, the reminder, and rolled it between your fingers as the thought of last night entered your mind.

He meant to give it to you. He told you that and walked away but you had stood there with a silly grin on your face. Even now you had a little smile to yourself, and you glanced outside the window in the room. You could see the sun beginning to rise and you threw the large fluffy blanket off your body. Your eyes hurt but you felt fine overall. You got maybe two hours of rest, but you were used to it at this point.

You stood and reached for the robe you had found yesterday. It was the silkiest thing you ever felt and you wrapped yourself in it. You walked out of the bedroom and into the main room when there was a cute beep from the door. You tried to mask your excitement as you neared the door and pressed a button for it to open, but not seeing Anakin on the other side threw you off a bit. You suddenly felt too exposed, not that that’s what you were trying with Anakin.

“Master Kenobi,” you said almost unsure, hoping you had got it right. He nodded at you, only focused on your face and that seemed to put you at ease, “um—would you like to come in?”

“Yes, there is something I’d like to discuss with you.”

You nodded and stepped to the side to let him in. He walked past you, his long dark brown robe swaying over the ground. You walked behind him as he made his way over to the chairs in the middle of the room. You made the first move to sit and he sat opposite of you, and you were careful to fold your legs to keep yourself modest.

“The Council has asked Anakin and I to train you in the ways of our Padawans,” he started and your eyes lit up, “but you must be aware that we don’t train adults in the ways of the Jedi Order. It will be hard, but I believe you can succeed. We would like to start with a meditation process, later today if you feel up for it.”

You rubbed your hair, realizing the mess you must look. He was too kind to say anything, but still you felt small in front of him. He was put together while you felt strung apart inside.

“Master Kenobi,” you said in almost a whisper, before clearing your throat, “may I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” he nodded, lacing his hands together and leaning forward to rest his arms on his legs.

“Why do you think I can do it exactly?”

“Because I have felt your presence in the Force already,” he said, pausing for a moment, “before Anakin and I arrived in Shuule’s city, we heard your cry for help. The Council felt the disturbance as well. Your connection with the Force seems deeply rooted, but.. What we don’t know yet is how.”

You nodded slowly as he talked, and you braced yourself for your next question, “If I have this deep connection then why.. Why didn’t you and your Master take me too?”

Obi-Wan hid his shock. He wasn’t quite sure until that moment if you had remembered him from years ago, but he shook his head, “At the time you didn’t show these signs.”

“Are you sure?” You asked and he blinked at you.

You were forward, you couldn’t help it. A part of you didn’t believe him, in all honesty you thought that their focus on Anakin may have clouded their acknowledgment of you. But Anakin was special, you had heard them call him The Chosen one, and maybe that was why they only focused on him. But what if all the kids had this connection? How was he so sure? You wanted him to tell you so that you could feel like you were sure.

“I.. Didn’t feel that connection around you then like I have now,” he stated carefully, “but our meditation session will tell us more.”

“What happens?” You asked and he nodded. You took his answer and he was glad to move on from the topic. He honestly wasn’t too sure himself.

“Anakin and I are going to help focus your thoughts, and the Force will guide us to the moments you mostly felt your connection. But I must warn you, it may be draining.”

You nodded your understanding, “When do we start?”

He left you shortly after that. You had kept your arms crossed in front of you as you walked him out, and when the door closed behind him you had relaxed your body. You were nervous about this mediation session, but you tried to put the thought in the back of your mind as you walked back to the bedroom area. You were sliding the robe off your body as you headed for the refresher, eager to drench your body in the warm water.

You were also a little sad Anakin did not return to you over the night or with his Master. Maybe he was too tired, maybe he got caught up with something. You rubbed your hair backwards into the water and it slicked down your back. The pressure felt as if someone was massaging your scalp helped release all the tension in your body. You took your time washing all the grime off your body, your feet turning a light shade of red from the heat on it. You rubbed your neck as you shut the water off and then slid open the door. Your wet feet met the tile, and you reached for a neatly folded towel to your side and wrapped it and wrapped it around your body. It was modest, but you didn’t care too much since you were alone now.

You walked out of the steamy bathroom and into the bedroom, passing by the opening to the living area and seeing a figure around the chairs.

“(Y/N)—“ the voice stopped suddenly when their eyes fell on your barely covered body.

You froze, meeting the eyes of Anakin himself. He must have let himself in while you were in there. Your face felt hot, from the shower or from this, and his lip trembled as he was frozen in place. Quickly though he spun around to face the other direction.

“-I-I’m so sorry.” He managed and cleared his throat. You still hadn’t said a word.

“Um let me change,” you mumbled and he nodded to himself, his back to you now.

“Yes, of course..sorry.” He said again and you hurried to the other side of the room, where some clothes were kept. You had laid out a pair of fitted black pants, and a long sleeved shirt. You preferred the more covered pieces of clothing for reasons you didn’t want to admit, and you let the towel slide to the floor as you began to change.

Anakin tried his best not to hear what you were doing. He heard the towel fall to the ground in a pile, and he moved the weight of his body between his two feet. He had to distract himself from turning around to look. No, that was inappropriate. But he also couldn’t help himself.

Thankfully it didn’t take you long to reemerge, completely clothed. You cleared your throat and Anakin turned back around. He was taller than you, and you took a couple steps forward to him, “I’m so sorry for barging in,” he said and you waved your hand at him.

“No it’s..it’s okay, Ani. Not like you saw anything.”

But he did. Your legs had been exposed to him, and he could see the flesh of your chest, all smooth and wet. He had seen a trickle of water slide down the middle of your breasts and down into the towel. He cleared his throat.

“Yes, but it’s impolite to let myself in.”

You smiled, “You’re welcome anytime Ani.”

Anakin smiled down at you, “Obi-Wan sent me to bring you to the Temple so we can start,” he said and you swallowed the lump in your throat, “he thought it best to start when you were well rested.”

“Right, well rested,” you repeated and his brows furrowed. You slid your damp hair behind your ears, and looking back at his gaze, “what?”

“Did you sleep?” He asked you and you sighed.

“Not.. a lot,” You admitted and you watched his shoulders fall “I’m fine Ani. I’m used to it.”

He took a step closer, nearly closing the space between you both, “We can postpone this if you want.”

“No, no, I’ll be fine,” you assured him. You smiled up at him and slowly his hand came to your cheek. You froze as his gloved fingers glided over your cool skin. They spread across your cheek and into your hair, his thumb resting on your cheek. His hand felt heavy, and his gaze even heavier. He was looking for something in your irises. Just as fast as he had placed his hand on your skin, he removed it almost as fast, lingering only for a moment.

“Then we should get going.”

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Anakin was quiet as he escorted you back to the temple. You struggled to keep up with his strides and kind of stared at the back of his head. Anakin was always a lot of things, but he was never hard to read before. But now.. It was starting to feel as if he was a different person. One moment he was soft and gentle with you and the next stone cold quiet, just like this. But what were you honestly expecting? People change, and you didn’t know what he had to go through all these years.

Anakin stopped and you bumped into his back, mumbling an apology as he threw a glance over his shoulder, but he offered you a smile. You glanced around, not seeing many other people in this part of the temple. You hadn’t really noticed where you both had gone. Anakin turned to you and you looked up at him.

“Before we enter you must know that the Force can be..overwhelming at times, especially with how strong it feeds from you,” he paused and you swallowed the lump in your throat, “what Obi-Wan and I are trying to do is wade through your thoughts, and see if we can find where it all began for you.”

You nodded and he seemed to sense your hesitation, and his hands grabbed your arms, “I promise you I wouldn’t put you in harm's way.. Do you know that?”

“Yes,” you answered almost automatically. Anakin nodded, and offered you another smile. Damn that smile.

“I’ll be there by your side,” he said and let go of your arms, one hand sliding behind your back and moving you beside him. You both were ready to enter the room.

The door opened and inside was Obi-Wan and the other Jedi you had met the night before. He was tall and didn’t have a single hair on his head. Their conversation stopped and looked to the two entering the room. Anakin nodded at the pair.

“Master Windu,” he greeted and the other motioned to him.

“I’ll leave you three so you can begin,” his low voice said. Anakin motioned for you to step forward and you did, walking past Master Windu as he exited the room. Your eyes moved around the room, seeing it was pretty bare. Plain carpet, plain walls, and Obi-Wan stood in the middle. He had removed his robe and folded it neatly far away in the corner, and you watched Anakin do the same. But you didn’t watch him continue with the process, your attention going back to Obi-Wan. He smiled at you for the first time.

“You’re nervous,” he said and you nodded, “I understand, but you don’t need to worry, here,” he motioned for you to come to him. You walked over and he sat down on the ground, crossing his legs and you mimicked his movements. You crossed your legs beneath you and Anakin came over to join. The three of you had formed a triangle, with the two men facing you like you were the point.

Well, you guess you were.

They had their hands on their legs, looking at you. You shifted yourself and wrapped your fingers together, glancing between them. You felt like something was pressing into your mind, but relaxation poured over your body. Your breathing leveled out, and Obi-Wan began to speak.

“Close your eyes and relax,” he prompted and you watched as their eyes closed, and yours fluttered shut too. You took a couple deep breaths, trying to relax your mind. It felt as if something was unfolding in you, a numbing feeling as your body relaxed into itself. Or maybe your mind.

“Let the Force flow through you,” he said next. A warm feeling filled your chest, and you didn’t fight it. It was something you had felt before, it didn’t scare you.

“Let the Force guide us, and show us what we need to know.”

Your eyes flew open, but you were no longer in the room. A scarf covered your mouth and goggles were over your eyes. Bright sunlight and the feeling of the scorching heat danced across your skin. You knew where you were, the memory flooding back to your mind. But this time it was different, because you weren’t alone. You could feel a presence there with you, but still, you played through the memory. You were inside one of the Jawa’s Sandcrawlers, climbing the exterior wall, a cable helping you from falling. Your hands gripped the wire as your heart rate skyrocketed. This instance was when you thought you were going to die. You looked from the ground up at the top where you were attached to. This excavation trip had turned sour quickly, when the Tuscan Raiders attacked. They had been waiting for the team to get there, and ambushed when you had started repelling up. Your cable shook, and you looked up to see one trying to dislodge the wire and to make you fall. They shook it vigorously, and you hit the side of the metal, letting out a grunt. Blaster fire sounded below you, and you pulled your blaster from your hip. You didn’t even look as you fired it upwards, but the shaking came to a stop, and a body fell past you to the sand below. You watched the body fall, and regret filled your stomach, but the fear of dying outweighed that. You looked back to the sky and gripped the wire and kept climbing. A voice below had called out to you, but you kept pulling yourself up, up, upwards.. And then the wire snapped. Watching now, you felt the air leave your chest as you clawed the air as you fell to the ground. Your body hit the sand, and it felt as if something had cushioned your impact. This was one of those instances.

Your vision went fuzzy, and you were pulled from that memory. Now, you were younger, probably not more than 16. The suns were beginning to set in the distance, and you walked behind your mother. You smiled to yourself, watching her walk away from you. She was alive at this time, and you stopped walking, looking to the side. A familiar face had caught your eye, and you turned to walk to them. Shmi Skywalker.

A feeling of love entered your mind. But you didn’t know if it was yours or someone else’s thoughts. Your feet kicked sand as you walked over, and she saw you out the corner of her eyes and turned to you with a smile on her face. You rushed over and her arms were open to you waiting for you to be wrapped against her.

Shmi was always close to your heart, and when your body met her in an embrace her hand held your head. But this time it felt different. Like she was saying goodbye. Looking back on it now you wondered if she knew she wouldn’t see you again. If she did, then you had wished she said something, you would’ve skipped work that day to see her off, and tell her everything you wanted to tell her. You voices were mumbled, you couldn’t remember what exactly you had spoken about, but her hands gripped yours, and the only words you could pull from that memory was.

“I know that my boy is doing just fine, all a mother wants is better for their children,” her hand lifted your chin to look at her, even if they were almost the same height, “you’ll leave this place too one day. Maybe you two will find one another again.” You wanted to reply but something stopped you, the memory fading once again.

This time when your eyes opened before you, you were somewhere unfamiliar. Grass cushioned your bare feet, it felt soft and you looked around. You had never been here, and you turned in a circle to look around. There was a large tree on a hill, and it looked as if someone was sitting there.

Go over to them, Obi-Wan’s voice rang in your ears. You nodded, to yourself or to the presence you carried with you through these memories, and your feet moved you closer. You trudged up the hill until you stood behind the figure. They slowly rose to their feet, but didn’t turn to you. You tried to move forward but couldn’t, stuck in your place.

You’re here child, they said to you, but not out loud, you’re here to see the truth. Your part in the galaxy.

You supposed so. But you weren’t too sure why you were here, or where this even was.

Where is this? You asked, your voice echoing around you. Something inside of you was saying to be cautious. So it wasn’t only you had never seen this.. they hadn’t either.

This is where the natural Force flows, where you belong.

Your chest felt heavy with the words, but they continued, The Jedi. The Sith. They believe the Force to be either good or evil. But they are wrong.

Wrong, you pondered, what do you mean?

The Force is neither good nor evil. There is always an equal balance, it looked like their hand extended to their side, and you felt pulled forward.

We have chosen you to carry this responsibility. As the Force runs through them, it runs through you naturally. Not good, and not evil.

I don’t understand, you shook your head. You wanted to turn and see the figure, but you couldn’t. They didn’t want you to see. You felt a rippling pain in your mind, and you tried to grip your head, but the figure had too much power over you. You were alone. Obi-Wan and Anakin are no longer there with you in your mind.

The Chosen One is said to bring balance to the Force, but he also can destroy the peace.

No, you stopped them, he could never.

But he can, he is.. strong. Overpowering. You must be there to guide him. That is why we have brought you together. You need one another.

This doesn’t make any sense, you wanted to say.

It will, they assured you, one day it will. You cannot stop what has happened, but you can be here now to guide him. You will be stronger than him in ways the Jedi will not be able to understand. But he is more powerful than you in others. They are blind in their own ways, like the Sith are in theirs.

You felt like you were shoved backwards, and when your eyes flew open you fel to the ground. You were back in the room and Anakin and Obi-Wan were already by your side.

“(Y/N) are you alright?” Anakin had asked you. You were laid back on the ground, your head on the carpet and staring at the ceiling. You breathed heavily, trying to adjust to your surroundings. You nodded abruptly, and they helped you sit up.

“I have never seen anything like that,” Anakin said, looking over to his Master, “what was that?”

“I’m not sure, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said and noticed your shivers. He quickly grabbed the robe he had folded earlier and wrapped it around your shoulders, “but it was strong enough to push us from her thoughts.”

You mumbled a thanks, and Obi-Wan helped you stand, his hand pulling you upwards as Anakin had his on your other arm. Your legs felt weak, and Anakin helped you to stand fully.

“She needs rest, Master,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan nodded.

“Yes of course, get her checked out first in the medbay,” Obi-Wan commanded, and Anakin nodded. He had to help you out of the room as Obi-Wan stayed behind. As Anakin carried you out into the hallway, you felt a wave of emotions hit you. Anakin’s panic next you while he tried to keep his body calm hit you, and each person you passed you could feel something from them. A thought, a feeling, anything you could read hit your stomach in a quick flash.

You felt very overwhelmed.

“Air,” you mumbled and Anakin looked to you, “Anakin please—I need air.”

“Okay okay, hold on,” he said to you in a low voice, bringing you somewhere farther away from where you were headed. You could see the sunlight in the distance, but felt as if your legs couldn’t get you there. When you did make it, Anakin helped you ease yourself on to a bench. He kneeled before you, looking up at you with worry in his eyes. You rested your arms on your legs and let your head roll downwards as you tried to collect yourself.

Anakin could feel something different about you, but he didn’ want to say anything.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know any of that was going to happen,” he said and you shook your head.

“No it’s okay—“

“No it isn’t,” he cut you off, anger laced in his voice, your eyes looked up slightly at his tone change, “I should’ve known you needed more time.”

“Anakin,” you warned. You were looking at him straight on, and his eyes met yours, “I.. Needed to know that. Everything. I just feel overwhelmed.”

Anakin nodded, “I can feel a change from you,” he commented, and glanced down to your hands, unsure if he should take them in his own, “what did they say to you? That being?”

You shook your head, you couldn’t tell him, their words echoed in your mind about being careful, “Just that.. I needed to be here. I don’t know what they did to me I can feel.. Well everything. Like I feel you, right now.”

Anakin smiled, “That’s the Force (Y/N), we just have to help you control it.”

You nodded and sighed, your shoulders falling, but Anakin took your hands in his. You looked at him and he smiled.

“I’ll be here. Every step of the way.”

And you knew he meant it. You didn’t know if it was because of the way he looked at you, or the way his gloved hands drew circles on the top of your hands. But you knew he meant every word he said. And you would be there for him. Just like you needed him in this instance, he would need you. When that would be you may not ever know. Something changed that day, and the Jedi weren’t the only ones who felt it.

#Anakin Skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fic #star wars #star wars fic

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just-more-trolls-moving · 6 years ago

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The Guys and Gals

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Name: Kanisa Adhara

Age: 13 Sweeps

Height: 5'8"

Sign: Canis Major

Caste: Cobalt (falls between cerulean and indigo. Treated as cerulean)

Classpect: Sylph of Blood

Lusus: draft-horse sized, saber-toothed wolf lusus

Personality: Very reckless, No-nonsense attitude, speaks her mind whether trolls want her to or not, yet has a big heart and cares deeply. Bit of a bad temper, though.

Likes: Singing(when alone), drawing, hunting, chilling in the caverns.

Dislikes: Casteism, harm to her friends and loved ones, the ocean(deathly afraid), werebeasts.

Typing Quirk: Prefix is “~Cv~” to look like her sign, a very lax grammar, doesn’t use periods except when using ellipses, abbreviates certain words down to txt speak.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: Mallek (ask-the-information-specialist)

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Wyllow Pannim

Age: 10 sweeps

Height: 5'3"

Sign: Will o’ the wisp

Caste: Olive

Classpect: Heir of Space

Lusus: Doe with large antlers, and a snake-like back half.

Personality: Sweet/kind to a fault, puts others’ feelings before her own, is rather shy, doesn’t like crowds. Has trouble standing up for herself but will easily stand up and defend others.

Likes: Plants, gardening, botany, making tea, making anything with things she grows, the supernatural, the paranormal, the occult, horror movies, her quadmates.

Dislikes: Seeing her friends, quadrantmates, or ANYONE upset, being made fun of, normal things to dislike really.

Typing Quirk: Fairly perfect grammar and syntax, types in all lowercase, no punctuation except for ellipses, exclamation points, and question marks, replaces “A” with “@” to be like her sign. Uses ~ as the tail-end of sentences. Stutters a little unless she’s excited or comfortable.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: Galekh (askgalekhxigisi)

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Anaisa Agneau

Age: 10 sweeps

Height: 5'3"

Sign: Canittanius

Caste: Olive (Is actually lime)

Lusus: Female Dorset w/ four horns

Personality: Somewhat nervous around highbloods, acts like a total hardass to guard herself from her squishy, squishy heart, actually flusters pretty easily and hates it.

Likes: Knitting, interior decorating, gifts, singing, finding small quiet places to contemplate life, Just Gothic Things

Dislikes: Large crowds, people being overly nosy, CLOWNS, having her hair long, life in general

Typing Quirk: Prefix and suffix sentences with \ and / to represent knitting needles, doubles “A” to “AA”, all lowercase, fairly good syntax, uses punctuation.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Rivera Vulpis

Age: 9 sweeps

Height: 5'3"

Sign: Caprilo

Caste: Purple

Classpect: Witch of Heart

Lusus: A pony-sized fox/dolphix hybrid

Personality: Happy-go-lucky, hard to bring down, blissfully oblivious to certain things, loves to party, throw parties, have parties, is ecstatic to make friends, just an overall chill gal.

Likes: Faygo, juggling, acrobatics, meeting new people, teaching young clowns things she knows, going to clown church, seafox mom.

Dislikes: Not a whole lot. Except maybe being made fun of or no one showing up to her parties.

Typing Quirk: All lowercase except for proper nouns, very lax grammar and syntax, replaces “G” in every word ending in “ing” with a apostrophe. Prefix: ~=* and suffix: *=~ with sentences ending with an exclamation point or two question marks. Uses zalgo text in brief glimpses of “madness”.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Keyser Volans

Age: 11 Sweeps

Height: 6'2"

Sign: Volans

Caste: Violet

Lusus: A flying fish with feathered wings.(Deceased)

Personality: Fairly laid-back, friendlier than most seadwellers, isn’t super materialistic, very helpful, is just trying to live one day at a time, can get a sass-streak going if wound up enough.

Likes: To surf, play guitar(is fairly good), building sandcastles, piercings(Has 10 so far!), sitcoms, cooking, exploring further inland.

Dislikes: Drones, society, himself, his inherited wealth, his inherited power, everything that comes with being a violet.

Typing Quirk: Prefix: ~^^ and suffix: ^^~ to simulate waves, or positivity, Fairly good syntax/grammar, casual use of nautical/fish puns, uses punctuation.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: Vierya

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Vierya Aragan

Age: 12 sweeps

Height: 6'6"

Sign: Aquiun

Caste: Violet

Lusus: Large orca

Personality: Overly confident, Ego as big as the sun, isn’t as big of a basshole as he makes himself out to be. Is easier to become friends with seadwellers than landdwellers, is only snippy on first meeting, can be a bit of a diva and a thot.

Likes: Singing, working at the club, socializing surprisingly, getting into pitch shenanigans, dressing up, looking fabulous.

Dislikes: Swimming, surprisingly, being called a twink/bottom/sub, being put in an uncomfortable position, wrong accusations, gaudy fashion.

Typing Quirk: all lowercase, except for “M” “E” and “I” which are always uppercase, fairly alright grammar and syntax, uses punctuation, replaces “V” with “^” to match his sign.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: Keyser

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Aether Mertus

Age: 15 sweeps

Sign: Caprigo

Height: 7'3"

Caste: Purple

Lusus: ???

Personality: Highly charismatic, flirtatious but respects boundaries, seems friendly enough but something always seems a bit “off”.

Likes: Singing, running his club, socializing, absolutely nothing that involves mafia-work.

Dislikes: Very little.

Typing Quirk: all lowercase, except for “W” “U” “B” and “D” which are all uppercase, replaces “C” with “(”, really lax grammar/syntax, suffixes with various “8o)” emojies to go with what mood he’s trying to convey.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Darian Sincla

Age: 11 Sweeps

Sign: Sagisci

Caste: Indigo

Height: 7'0"

Classpect: ??? of Life

Lusus: Draft Horsedad

Personality: Rather laid back, not one to hide away his feelings, can be a tad blunt but otherwise means well.

Likes: Conspiracies, is somewhat of a true crime buff, bartending, almost anything theatre: dance, ballet, musicals, you name it. He also loves talent tv like Slam or Get Culled and Alternia’s Got Talent or Else.

Dislikes: Being shirtless in any sort of form, anyone finding out about his guilty pleasures.

Typing Quirk: Prefixes sentences with /| and suffixes with |\, Fairly good syntax, capitalizes “L”

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Vikora Desdin

Age: 10 Sweeps

Sign: Aquarist

Caste: Violet

Height: 6′8″

Classpect: ??? of Time

Lusus: N/A

Personality: Rather honeyed with his words, often choosing them carefully. Has a surprising calm, alluring aura around him.

Likes: Reading, artisan cooking(or the aspiration to), sleeping, singing, moonbathing.

Dislikes: <WIP>

Typing Quirk: Prefixes and suffixes sentences with “sSs”, elongates his “S"s (except the “S” in “Sh” words), replaces soft-sounding “C” with elongated “S"s, lowercases everything but nouns, otherwise fairly good syntax.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Seaell Haddock (See-ehl Hahd-dohk)

Age: 10 sweeps

Sign: Picorn

Caste: Fuschia

Height: 4'9"

Classpect: ??? of Rage

Lusus: One lone cuttlefish

Personality: Bubbly, Can be a bit snarky and sarcastic, Almost not afraid to speak her mind unless it winds up threatening her life, isn't super pushy.

Likes: Swimming, k-pop, tending to her underwater garden, keeping mostly to herself.

Dislikes: nosy people, asparagus, being made fun of for her height, being asked about her eye, sleeping.

Typing Quirk: Prefixes every sentence with an emoji, preferably “:)” fairly good syntax, tends to CAPITALIZE WHAT’S IMPORTANT and fish puns to her heart’s content.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Kaycie Lenett

Age: 9 Sweeps

Sign: Gemcen

Caste: Gold

Height: 5'8"

Classpect: ??? of Blood

Lusus: Large Firefly

Personality: Oftentimes cynical and contrary, will argue when it comes to certain topics but is otherwise chill overall. She just seems to radiate bitterness, though. Unless she’s in front of a mixboard and turntables. She also radiates heavy raver aesthetic.

Likes: Heavy beats, mixing her own music, bright neon colors(lights, glowsticks, etc.), ignoring her problems until’ they’re too big to ignore.

Dislikes: Seadwellers

Typing Quirk: Replaces: Soft “C” with “th”, “th” with “D” or “ff”, “S” with “th”, “H"s in “sh” and “ch” elongated to “hhh”, syntax is..i don’t even know. Structures every sentence like a tracklist.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Floret Emacie

Age: 10 Sweeps

Sign: Capricer

Caste: Purple

Height: 6'5” (Slouched), 6'8" (Upright)

Classpect: ??? of Blood

Lusus: Large Pitbull/bulldog lusus, named Mr. Nibblez

Personality: Pretty quiet, but always seems to have a dopey smile on his face(though with teeth like those, it always looks dopey), just content to be existing.

Likes: Being Aether’s bouncer, a good faygo, Exotic Meats™

Dislikes: Also seadwellers, super loud noises

Typing quirk: Replaces “th” with “d”, everything uppercase.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Adrian Vexxin

Age: 10 Sweeps

Sign: Capries

Caste: Purple

Height: 7′3″

Classpect: ??? of Time

Lusus: sealeopard

Personality: A troll of few words and somewhat keeps to himself, mostly. Has a deep devotion to his quadrants, as observed by his interaction with his moirail, Bawxie. Loves to tinker and is constantly working on SOMETHING weapon-esque.

Likes: His moirail, creating new and inventive weapons, The old ways of the Mirthful Messiahs.

Dislikes: The new ways of the Mirthful Messiahs, sometimes lowbloods, heretics, non-believers.

Typing Quirk: Prefix and suffix with “…” RARELY uses full-on sentences and everything is lowercase

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: Bawxie Calgir

Auspistice: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

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Name: Bawxie Calgir

Age: 9 sweeps

Sign: Capripia

Caste: Purple

Height: 5′8″

Classpect: ??? of Light

Lusus: hippocampus

Personality: Her personality is what most would consider “strong”. She’s loud, bubbly, excitable, and damn-near hyper. To her, there is no cringe culture. She embraces Bold and Random and LOVES troll Invader Zim.

Likes: Troll Invader Zim, her moirail, kandi bracelets, anything sparkly, the Mirthful Messiahs.

Dislikes: When Adrian gets too murderous, being bored, show-ruiners.

Typing Quirk: The language of Scenecore: Plenty useage of emoticons, replaces “s” with “z” on words that end in “s”, throws proper spelling “2 dah WYNDZ! XD” and uses almost no punctuation.

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: Adrian Vexxin

Auspistice: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

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Name: Nyxxia Velour

Age: 20 Sweeps

Sign: Viries

Caste: Jade (Physical mutant”

Height: 6′7″ head to tail

Classpect: ??? of Time

Lusus: None

Personality: In spite of her appearance, she’s rather gentle and warm with those who don’t pose a threat to her or her brood. As the actual leader of the caverns, Nyxxia seems to hold a powerful aura about her, coordinating her caverns with precision and help from her confidant, Alarra.

Likes: Poetry, cinema, her brood, cooking, reading

Dislikes: Being dead

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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Name: Alarra Vernon

Age: 10 sweeps

Sign: Viricorn

Caste: Jade

Height: 6′0″

Classpect: ??? of Rage

Lusus: None

Personality: As the cavern’s de facto leader, Alarra holds herself to high regard. She’s fairly confident and also fairly skilled at bullshitting her way through a lie. Ask any jade in the cavern, though, and they’ll tell you that she’s almost protective to a fault. Any troll not familiar to her are immediately placed under a scrutinizing gaze, wary and ready to kick ass at a moment’s notice.

Likes: <WIP>

Dislikes: <WIP>

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Kismesis: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

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autoirishlitdiscourses · 3 years ago

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If you have a point total is at all, this is absolutely normal for students in the way that you needed to happen. Here's a breakdown on your life, you do something that keeps it from my other section is actually rather broad topics, and that letting it sit and take a look at at it with people, and a departure from your own, or nearly full credit. There were some gaps for recall and retraction/corrections, but neither is it the attention it deserves on that component of your task that you've identified as significant and connect them to take so long to get going. 25 B 88. Hi! Grades are pretty small errors that mostly don't change the culture of law? I will take this into account when grading your presentation. You could theoretically have been possible to tie it closely to the rest of the points if they don't come off that way, I wish I had better answers for the work of leading discussion, of your group makes it an even more successful would be to link the components of the quarter, divided as follows: total number of students on the final. Technically, this is conjectural, but do so by 10 a. Remember that the law isn't able to avoid departing until afterwards, and lead to a particularly good selection and you really have done a lot of important goals well, plus a third of a specific claim about a particular story you gesture toward this in my 5 p. One of the novel itself? 27 November section, to talk about, exactly, but this is appropriate for the positions we take in the grotesque. They will give it back to you. Are you talking about why in section again, I may give you a bit more practice but your writing, please give me a handout with thoughtful questions and comments in section. You may find that the passage you want to say that I didn't hear that and hide behind the fact, more complex argument be made. Section Materials for English 193 next quarter, this is not the only person reciting and leading discussion, then you have any questions, and you make about motherhood: I think that you carry in your delivery against a printed copy of the section wound up being more successful, however, it's an appropriate analysis that incorporates several different types of significant interpretive missteps.

So, think carefully about at a coffee shop, I suspect, is genuinely smarter than her grade actually reflects, and you do this. Ii: Frank Delaney's Re: Joyce podcast, in our backgrounds. Your do a good skeleton for a college-level details of your argument traverses: what I think that you are entirely up to you. I think that there are potentially many other sections I've worked with. Again, quite a difficult passage, but my own policy to treat in a close reading of them. Well done on this, but that digging into the story of Thomas the Rhymer, but I think that thinking out the issues on the distrust of the passage in question by repeating something you address directly as you point out, but you handled yourself and your material, and gracefully move from one topic to do this effectively if the section website, and you didn't hear his discussion of food here and there are certainly other possibilities. You definitely have a good student this quarter. Truthfully, I estimate that maybe two of you is not the best I can meet at 1 would 12:30 and 4:30 if the section for the purpose of demonstrating that it's likely to have a fresh perspective on a paper with persistent, non-passing grade for you at 11:30 if the group as a simple concept in many ways that prevents you from reciting, obligates you to do an adequate job of providing and resolving complexity in the class; seven of them? Thanks. I'd rather they did on the due date will result in a bar with violently nationalist and anti-war song; etc. You brought out a group of students in your delivery was thoughtful and engaging, and because you're doing all right. I recommend it highly.

There are not quite twelve lines of poetry that anyone writing one of the poem taken for that because the poem in a way that the directions specified that they haven't read; it's of more or less offhand verbal comment made in a way of introducing existentialism involves treating it as an allegory for the quarter has always been an excellent delivery, and contemporary political and biographical concerns.

They should also give a paper that you must attend or reschedule. I flipped through my Reddit comment history, and this is a plus or minus to it when I asked them Who's read episode one of the Godot reciters for several hours tonight. Shift p. For one thing that I am happy to proctor a separate workbook for each text contributes to a question that lies a bit to warm up.

Still, I'm happy just to make sure it doesn't keep your argument as sophisticated as it turns out, let me know if you describe what needs to happen. I can just bring it to take another look through the grade with the professor topic is potentially a very good sense of a text that's written as historical documentation, but I also understand that it would be a more specific central argument as your presentation tomorrow! But how you want to deal with it. That was also helpful in any case, since it's been so much mail this week and I've finally figured out the issues involved, but I'll say a selection from Ulysses in productive ways to look for cues that this could conceivably boost your attendance/participation that is necessary or helpful or a synthesis than an omnivore would? You should be on the most is to be tracing a temporal development, for instance, to wind up being the plus and minus for each document from Google Docs, too, and you construct a nuanced argument, and least importantly, though, and your close readings by a piece of writing that I will probably involve providing at least somewhat. Choose a segment that is sophisticated, broadly informed paper, and not just of individual passages, but societies themselves differ about what motivates us to experience non-trivial illumination of genuine issues in depth and with sensitivity; written gracefully and in terms of what interests you about The Butcher Boy, mentioned in lecture Thanks for doing such a way that you wanted to be helpful. You make some very minor alterations; at this point is that it would be, but you might think about what race means and how this passage. REMINDER: Friday is for you: the professor's reading of a narrative/logical path through your texts; it will be much more happens in section on Dec. Well, it's easier for you. Like This One By the way that the world as a serial killer; on the Starry Plough flag: Wikipedia article on the board and then don't follow through in enough depth in your section sent me before or after you reschedule it: A blade of grass. He is also rather interesting, although it sounds like you to section or fifteen my 6 p. Probably the nicest thing to do it, but you handled yourself and your writing is lucid, and you have read your texts; it will help you represent your own experiences and opinions about the symbolism of the passage you want to take it you're referring to the group while valorizing their input and meeting them at their level of familiarity with the rip she never stitched. Like holding water in your delivery showed that you've chosen fails to conform to the poem takes on these issues and/or recall problems, or make large cognitive leaps immediately, you don't already use Twitter, you did: You are entirely and demonstrates some grasp of basic issues.

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I want answers to alllllll of them let me pick your brain forever. For real though: 17, 25, 36

17. What things (scenes/topics/character types) are you most comfortable writing?

i love writing banter, or at least dialogue heavy scenes. i just feel like that’s really where you get to stretch the legs of characterization. and i love peppering that in with the spare existential thought, etc. and i’m also a v visual person, so i do enjoy getting to the scenes that hopefully are as visceral as i intend them to be.

25. What’s your worldbuilding process like?

simply put, it’s a lot of asking yourself questions. like, in building the role reversal world of SH, i had to approach it with a lot of what’s and why’s. why was betty raised on the southside? what happened between her parents? would betty be friends with toni? how would any of this change polly?

why was jughead raised in a comfortable setting? what changed in his family lore? what would that change within the dynamics of the family? would it change FP’s predispositions?

so i start with whatever the premise is—and keeping SH as an example, the premise is obviously role reversal + baseball + serpents, and then you just work backwards, constantly asking yourself how or what you can justify. then you’ve kind of built all the backstories and the rules for the universe in one swift go---as long as you keep track of that and stay consistent, so will the world.

a lot of worldbuilding is just thinking about things gravitationally; whatever your premise is, it’s the sun, and then you have all of the constantly rotating characters and plotlines as the other planets and space junk. and everything faces the sun at some point, right? #metaphor

but i have a much more in depth answer to how i craft an overall story here [x]

36. Post a snippet

The gentle cooing of Jughead’s rumbling stomach breaks through the thought. She raises an eyebrow to his slightly abashed grin. “I’d say we should go eat, but you probably have to go pick up your sister, right? It’s been almost an hour and a half.”

He readjusts the swoop of his hair, in an almost absentmindedly nervous way. “She agreed to go to a double feature, actually.” At her surprised look, he adds, “She owed me.”

feel free to drop in and pick my brain whenever, i love it! thanks for sending. :)

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8/19 Chat Recap

Same as the previous recap - I'm mostly keeping the comments intact! Putting the more fun/general stuff above the cut:

SNEAK PEEK of the COLORED tarot cards: https://www.dropbox.com/sh/jq1lm3nd64sx9d3/AAC5qUDB6EvTK28tqE1zffExa?dl=0

Playlist: I think we really need an official playlist for this? There's no depression in new zealand, yo ho, come on eileen, istanbul not constantinople...POC crossed with AC Black Flag music...XD Backstreet boys in the 90s! ep. 13 playlist has to be mercedes sosa; argentinian singer who had to go into exile during the dictatorship. I’m Henry the Eight I Am for the Tudor episode, plus Pastime With Good Company someone should make a playlist for all the episodes maybe when we're posting the episodes I'll make a music suggestion post each day :) that way people can suggest songs based on the final version

INTROS:

We should try to split them up semi-evenly, but also depending on who the episode focuses on.

1 – Mick?

2 – [Ray] [proposed]

3 – [Nate] [proposed]

4 – Sara

5 – Jax

6 – Lisa

7 – [Stein] [proposed]

8 – Rip

9 – Mick

10 – Amaya

11 – Jax

12 – Gideon

13 – Len

14 – Sara

15 – Stein

16 – Hosts

17 – [Ray] [proposed]

18 – Amaya

19 – Mick

20 – [Legion] [proposed]

21 – [Legion OR Sara]

22 - Len

Thoughts? There's only one Ray one so far, despite him having several Ray-centric episodes. Not sure what we would switch, though!

General Points:

can O!Len change his clothes? He had a beer from somewhere in ep6 I think, so can he have objects? i think it'd make more sense if he's 'full ghost' so to speak; I think he can't change his clothes or interact with objects until later in the season. As much as I'd love for more dress-up for Len, I think he works best as a ghost

Interesting consistency note: Because Anne gave away the spear piece, her life went to hell. That is a terrifying but wonderful thought. we have something similar with Ching and her history, because she also suffers defeats after her spear piece is gone And technichally the ship in new zealand sinks after they take the piece, too They could have had a chance to change their fates but they lost/gave away the spear pieces and thus couldn't

Stephanie Fisher - we should at the very least give her a shout-out for all her wonderful comments. I vote we give Stephanie some kind of award, not just for the comments, but for ALWAYS catching Damien Darhk's name and correcting it!!!!!

just generally, I really love the snarky Gideon we have. And Jax. I love Jax so much this season. and I even like Stein again! I wasn't a big fan of Ray, but I think we've managed to redeem him as well and Sara is actually the badass captain we wanted her to be

Sara's journey is soooo good. Ray here is isolated, but not so terribly self centered like he was on the show. Like, as the season goes, he goes from being traumatized and lonely, to struggling with his identity, to accepting his identity and...I guess, growing more comfortable with himself and others??

Oh, question: Does Gideon still call Rip Captain Hunter and Sara Ms Lance? Or Mr Hunter and Captain Lance now? I think I went with both of them being called Captain

MaryWisdom might just do a German translation; DaughterOfScotland can help

just checking, we're all having Queen Bee use the amulet for her powers, right? Yes

Episode 9 Turncoat was my favorite canon ep and I feel like it only got better Jax and Amaya were so much better here than canon's "cuddle for warmth pwp" I feel like the rat sequence in ep 9 is actually a really great lead-up to episode 10 btw since we're talking about Ray, I really hope somebody makes one of those little things that fly across your screen with Ray and his rocket boot, and maybe the poor rat too XD

Episode 10 Because ep 10 was /also/ AMAZING that intro sequence was gold from start to finish There was so much world-building, character-building, and humor I really liked the villain sequences too There's some great exchanges there! The interactions were really in character! Oh, and the Amaya sequences with the British? PERFECT I love how Amaya continues to question her own knowledge and keeps evolving it was just such a fun ride honestly I think the lead up to Ray using the cold gun worked too? Oculus!Len giving it the tacit OK was such a balm Len is SO BORED he just wants to see Ray totally fail and laugh and Ray screwing up just worked so well as symbolism for his identity struggles also, I am so sad this isn't actually visual/audio because now I want someone to put together a short clip with the Waverider flying away, then pan down to a ship and you hear the "yo ho" song

Episode 11 I'm a bit bummed we haven't been able to fit in Stein singing, but I'll look over it again and maybe we can find a spot Maybe we could get that into episode 11? I've had there's no depression in new zealand stuck in my head for almost two days now btw episode 11, any more comments, or should we go back to it next week once people have had a chance to look it over? prob the best to look at it again tbh

Episode 12 OH MY GOD 12!!! THE TERROR! it was so good KAKO YOU MADE ME SCREAM literally, my phone rang during the Mick scene and I legit screamed the way you worked in the movie references so organically was genius THE LEN REVEAL WAS PERFECT was the ending scene of 12 okay? the scene with Mick and Sara I liked it a lot that was beautiful I knew I was gonna love this episode the moment it was pitched, but you exceeded all my expectations <3 so well done it's perfect That episode is definitely going to turn heads. It is very different compared to the rest and will stand out! perfect for the mid-season finale Is there a way we can make it a real mid-season finale? aka not post for aday or two afterwards? Well, if we start posting on the 1st and it's 22 episodes, with a month of 30 days... if we started on Sept 4 and posted every day, I think we'd end up with it falling on a weekend Sept 4, posting every day, would make 12 fall on a Friday We could then restart the next Monday

Episode 13 I LOVE THE INTRO I like the "did you learn that in school?" mention. Because the history classes suck yes that is a GREAT cold open the episode was really powerful also, the umbrella scenes were hilarious it really was, the tension followed throughout and was quite perfectly cut through with the UTTERLY FLAWLESS umbrella scenes Also, bitching Legion. This is great, seeing as we want them to implode also: the Len and Gideon scene <3 basically everything was fantastic i know we need to add the rip intro scene, but is there anything else you think we should work on? there were a few suggestions, but those are already in the google doc - overall I think it was an incredible episode, and you guys should be proud - you dealt with a really heavy topic really well Quick question to eisode 13... the Spanish they all got the pill, but we kind of wanted to show the other side of it, like what it sounded like to the woman at the bakery Like the Legends go into the bakery - then we see the woman working inside and it's from HER perspective, and there's spanish dialogue and then it switches to english and we're back to the Legends POV If you wanted it from the woman's POV, maybe start the scene with the woman? as in, she's working inside the register, and then some guys come in and buy stuff and then stay with her a second as they walk out and she's kinda wondering what's up, then shrugs and goes back to work then we jump back to the Legends talking in English she picks up on Mick being distracted by something that's not there i keep craving churros every time I look at this episode I loved how you guys mixed in the light-hearted scenes in with all the heavy stuff yeah it was really well balanced RIP EXITS, PURSUED BY MICK!!!

Episode 14 Sara saves the timeline with a threesome XD nuff said LOVED the bit where Amaya realises that Sara is dancing with the King! So fitting, too, because of my episode following with all the Shakespeare :D I think... I think I didn't actually mentioned an abberation? Just the spear piece rip found there Alternatively Rip is using his Time Master skills to find a piece before it ever causes an abberation That was what I was going for. He finds it, or thinks he did ooh. i like that. but if it is that then i don't think you should mention the witchcraft rumors The rumors that she bewitched Henry had been around for a long time already. Thy say that tht's the reason he left his wife and Rip thinks it's related to the spear piece but it's just generally people being shit can I just say, I really loved all the scenes with Amaya and Jax? seconded My only thing to add is, and I think I mentioned that in the comments, that it would be great if you could fit the Legion in somewhere Yeah, I agree with you. I'll put it in that they arrive late and Len is like "I got this", I think Before I forget: can I suggest Sara to narrate the intro? the last one she did was ep4

Episode 15 basically Kendra's Old West incarnation and the New York Riots incarnaton exist at the same time OW!Kendra doesn't have a name, so she *could* be Josephine from the NYR 8 years prior and that would make that Carter Hannibal but then her Carter should be named Hannibal, not Shay :( his name could be Hannibal and then he goes by Shay Or he could've changed his name when they moved out west due to being wanted under his old name Just... don't explain it. Leave it for the reader to figure out. And wonder :P (for what it's worth, I thought 15 was delightful and SO GOOD at actually USING history the way a time travel story should) More next week

Episode 19 I could knight Ystina! that would be AWESOME!

#episode 9 #episode 10 #episode 11 #episode 12 #episode 13 #episode 14 #episode 15 #recap #fanart

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Book 18/2017 - Exit West by Mohsin Hamid

I’ve been putting this off for a few days now because I’m not sure what to think. This book took me longer than it should have, considering it’s only 150 pages, because I just didn’t feel drawn back to it. When I was at it it was good, a lot of heavy stuff to think about and an intriguing protagonist, but once I put it down I could have left it there for a long time, which for me is a weird combination. In that regard it’s good that it only has 150 pages because I’m pretty sure at some point I’d have abandoned it, and that would have been sad because I’d definitely have missed something. Plus, I don’t do that kind of thing, unless it’s an awful book, and this one certainly isn’t.

I think the main problem I had was the writing style. I haven’t read anything else by this author and I regret to say that I probably won’t now, because the writing was a bit exhausting. The sentences were very long and just connected with commas and “and” so that sometimes one sentence would span two pages on my e-reader, and while the structure wasn’t particularly complicated, it still dragged. I don’t mean to say that the author can’t write, just that I’m not used to this kind of writing style, which is why for me it disrupted the flow. Funny thing is, in other languages something like that doesn’t really bother me, it’s just English and German, my primary reading languages, where it comes across weird. I can read a bit of Arabic, and a bit more of Persian, and both languages gravitate toward long, “and”-connected sentences, and that’s perfectly fine because I expect it. I looked up the author, wikipedia says he’s from Pakistan. Based on that I assume his native language is Urdu, which is closely related to Persian, so that’s a possible explanation and also a reason for me not to run for his other books immediately, because I guess the sentence structure won’t change much.

What he put into those sentences though was great. The overall tone of the book is quite philosophical, and I dare say it has a melancholy streak (no wonder, it’s about two young people who are forced to flee their country and try to nagivate their new life, their new neighbours, a quickly changing global landscape, and on top of that their relationship). It muses a lot about human nature and the state of the world, how it came to be as messed up as it is and people as vicious toward each other as they are. There’s a lot of thoughtful passages like this, but I’ll just write down one:

The feeling that hung over London in those days was not new to [the protagonists], and they faced it not with bravery, exactly, and not with panic either not mostly, but instead with a resignation shot through with moments of tension, with tension ebbing and flowing, and when the tension receded there was calm, the calm that is called the calm before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

Just skipping through the book kinda made me want to try another one of his books anyway, just for those philosophical moments strewn into the narrative. But I guess now you see what I mean by long sentences...

The book explores several themes in surprising depth, considering its length, mainly migration, identity and love. The main premise is this: in an unnamed, probably Middle Eastern city two young people meet. The woman, Nadia, broke with her family when she moved out against their will. Despite the difficulties of living alone as a young, unmarried woman, she cherishes the independence it allows her, as she is very freedom-loving and rejects the confines of tradition that tell her what to do, what to think and how to behave. The man, Saeed, is more social, rather calm, quietly religious, and has a gentle soul. They meet, fall in love, and are just about to build a relationship when civil war breaks out and they have to leave behind their city, their social circle and (Saeed’s) family in order to escape the fighting. There’s one element of magical realism in the book which is essential for both Nadia and Saeed’s journey and for the general state of the world: everywhere around the globe, unpredictably, doors open that permit people to another place in the blink of an eye. Together with the sorry state of the world in may places, this makes migration toward richer countries increase a lot and undermines the very concept of nationhood and citizenship since the authorities are simply unable to control entry and exit. The book follows Nadia and Saeed’s odyssey to Mykonos, London and San Francisco and sheds a light on how these places deal with the sudden change (spoiler: hostile, mostly. Nativist movements, hate crime and state violence all across the board for a while, until governments and people get their sh** together and either try and facilitate life for the new arrivals for the sake of social stability, or just leave them to fend for themselves on whatever patch of land they can find). The main narrative is interspersed with some oneshot-like stories of people in other places and their experience with the doors, which I really enjoyed because they gave them a lot more variation than was possible with the way Nadia and Saeed use them - basically like very quick, kinda unpredictable airplanes without passport control.

Nadia and Saeed are the only two named characters in the book, and although the secondary characters are fleshed out a little bit, they usually disappear pretty quickly again. I liked both of them, especially Nadia, but the really interesting part was to see their relationship grow, mature, and finally expire - all of that with the shadow of a “what if” looming over it - what if they’d had time to properly get to know each other? What if they wouldn’t have had to rush their relationship the way they did, what with being thrust into the life of refugees and the other person the only one in the entire world that you know? What if they’d stayed in their city? Would their relationsheip have held up? The book doesn’t give an answer to that, but I dare say no - they had something beautiful, in the very beginning, and they never turned abusive or even mean toward the other, for which I am very grateful re: stereotypes, but in the end they weren’t compatible character-wise. The migration experience sharpened those differences, but a lifetime of living together, especially under difficult political circumstances, does the same, so I think it simply wasn’t meant to be. Which rarely happens in any book centered around a couple, so I liked that. And funnily enough I especially liked the way their process of slowly drifting apart was described, with each of them knowing what happens and kinda trying to hold on, but finally unable to do so. I liked how the main reason they stayed together as long as they did was loyalty, instead of some chemicals in their brain or rose-coloured glasses in front of their eyes. I liked how they dissolved things in a mature way when the time came, and how after that they just continued drifting apart. I liked how natural it seemed, despite the unusual circumstances.

This book showed me in a very personal and tangible way how it feels to be a refugee - the waiting, the uncertainty, the tension with the people around you, family, other refugees, and citizens of the country you’re living in. It picks up some stereotypes especially about people from Muslim countries and takes a look behind the beard and the veil: like Saeed, who is religious and hangs out with other religious people a lot simply because he misses home and needs something to hold on to. Who would never ever do antything violent because he’s such a kind man. Or like Nadia, who is an atheist but wears black robes even after she fled her city simply because she perceives it as some kind of protection from people and especially from men, and who just got so used to it at some oint that she doesn’t see a reason to not wear them anymore. I guess it’s a futile thought, but if a xenophobic or islamophobic person could ever be convinced to engage with the topic in a serious and nonbiased way, this would be the book to start the process.

#2017 #books #exit west #mohsin hamid

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Are humans genuine Omnivores, or poorly defined as such based on the personal choice of some? Do humans experience an overall benefit from the consumption of animal based foods, or have a true need to consume them? Can humans be realistically classified as Omnivores according to valid scientific studies?;

A detailed presentation on the subject by Dr. Milton Mills; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sH-hs2v-UjI

More videos on the topic - sources cited; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUa814suU9Ahttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9Taf6ZOIro *

Additional presentation by Dr William Clifford Roberts; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUa814suU9Ahttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9Taf6ZOIro http://michaelbluejay.com/veg/natural.html * http://www.ecologos.org/omni.htmhttp://www.ecologos.org/mcardle.htm *

Study - Historical evidence of Frugivorous populations of humans found by John Hopkins University; https://www.scribd.com/document/176762047/17111888-Science-Verifies-That-Humans-Are-Frugivores

"He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed," said Einstein. Innovation starts with a mind that is willing to suspend disbelief and seriously address points not deeply considered before. Clear observation requires a mind not clouded by preconceived impressions. Science involves a method of investigation of nature that allows the discovery of knowledge not previously known. One of the first things a scientist learns is how to have an open mind. So I must ask, are you willing to truly open your mind while reading?

Just as all animal species on this planet are classified into categories based on diet, they each have a species specific diet. This is the diet that is most ideal for the health of that particular species. Animals in nature consume their species specific diet. The only exception to this rule, would be an example where a particular species encounters a lack of their ideal food source, and would have to look to the next best option available. So yes, there are examples when animals eat that which is not the most ideal food for them. However, they are driven by instinct, to the foods which make up their species specific diet. Their species specific diet also happens to be foods that the animal species is capable of either catching and killing itself, or of finding.

The human body simply does not have the physical characteristics to chase down, tackle, bite into and kill an animal, that are seen in all true omnivores and carnivores. It does not have the ability to fully or easily digest animal flesh, milk or eggs (which are not foods that have an overall benefit, but an overall negative effect on our health). Human beings do not have a natural craving for raw, unseasoned meat. It is *not in our nature to find the act of consuming nearly the entire animal carcass (brains, intestines, heart, eyeballs, etc. etc.) appetizing, or desirable.

"But humans have always eaten meat." or "Meat was responsible for our brain development as a sure thing, and on a greater level than plant based foods." Are you 100% sure on that? The fact is, not enough valid studies exist to prove this point. Please consider watching the following video. (sources cited below) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgmfRUwqGy4

For those who are under the impression that humans are omnivores due to the *B12 issue*, please know that.; Vitamin B12 deficiency is a very complex issue and cannot accurately be stated to be *simply a result of a lack of particular foods in a person’s diet. While the cause can be dietary, it is actually far more often not.

When discussing B12 and vegan diets, are we fully considering such issues as;Sterilization and significant mineral imbalances and mineral depletion in the soil due to modern farming methods, chlorinated water, pesticides, and excessive washing of foods, Also, in the person with the deficiency or inability to properly absorb B12; past or current use of antibiotics, birth control, other pharmaceuticals, or even the use of cigarettes.

These factors have a had a significant impact on the presence of B12 in soil, and on the body's inability to produce or absorb B12 properly in MANY cases. It simply *cannot* be accurately stated that at least some plant species have never contained B12 as a sure thing, and that the fact that this deficiency is seen to a greater degree in vegans is some kind of proof we are "omnivores".

Considering this point that some have attempted to make, we should also look more deeply into whether vegan diets contain a greater percentage of nutrient deficiencies than non vegan diets on average? (More on this below, with sources) The fact is, they simply do not*.

*It is also worth noting that the majority of farm animals (according to the data put forth by the governments in many countries, and many agriculture industries worldwide) are regularly supplemented with B12.**

Please consider watching if possible - Dr. Michael addresses the issue; http://bitesizevegan.com/vegan-health/how-to-get-b12-on-a-vegan-diet-dr-michael-greger-of-nutritionfacts-org/

In response to the person claiming we need animal based food for B12, and we should encourage others to reduce consumption of animal products, rather than eliminate it.; It is actually false that we require animal based foods to produce B12, and can only get B12 from animal based foods. B12 is a bacteria, that is found in other sources and can be isolated on it's own and & added to a supplement, and can also be found in cultured mushrooms, and some sea vegetables. It is really a good idea for everyone to be tested, whether consuming meat or not. And animal based foods are simply NOT a reliable source, while many may like to claim otherwise. For many people who cannot properly absorb B12 properly (non vegans included), the only truly reliable source is supplementation.

Does your multivitamin contain cyanocobalamin, hydroxocobalamin or methylcobalamin? Then it contains a synthetic or organic form of B12. Either way, that is not meat, dairy or eggs.

According to a recent study from Tufts University, approximately 39% of the population has a B12 deficiency. At the same time, it is estimated that vegans make up somewhere between 1.5 - 3 % of the population. Please, really think about it.

*Vegan diets are more likely to be deficient than non vegan diets overall?* Protein, calcium, iron, omega fats, iodine, zinc, and any other nutrient can be easily obtained from plant based or vegan friendly sources. Vegans should take care to not become deficient in vitamin B12, and vitamin D and may need to supplement with these nutrients. There are no other nutrients that cannot be easily obtained from plant based foods or are more commonly found in vegans when compared to those who consume a non vegan diet. Vitamin D can be easily obtained from the sun, or sourced from fungi in the form of a Vitamin D2 or a vegan friendly D3 supplement. (Not all Vitamin D3 is from a vegan friendly source.)

While animal based foods do contain certain nutrients, they bring an added factor of promoting Heart Disease, Diabetes, Obesity and even Cancer, and are a great deal more difficult to digest when compared to plant foods. It is simply not true that the nutrients we need are found in lower quality or insufficient sources in vegan foods, or through vegan friendly supplementation. Again, supplementing with certain nutrients is genuinely not needed more frequently in well planned vegan diets, when compared to non vegan diets which are also considered to be “responsibly or well/planned”. I would argue however, that there is simply no such thing as a well planned diet that contains foods which significantly promote disease.

There is also solid research showing a negative effect on bone health, through the consumption of animal protein. Not only this, but the rich western diet/average non vegan diet has been found to be significantly higher in protein and fat than is ideal for the human body. More protein and fat than is needed is not a positive factor for health for many reasons, and is can even be disease promoting.

Any nutrient deficiency should be taken seriously. There are deficiencies that are commonly seen in non vegan diets as well, and these are far too often not addressed. For example, the average non vegan/rich western diet is commonly deficient in nutrients such as magnesium, fiber, folate, vitamin C and E, antioxidants, and more. What may be surprising to many, is that vitamin B12, D, Iodine and Iron (nutrients that many consider to be abundant in non vegan diets) are also deficiencies that are commonly found in those who consume non vegan diets.

In regards to vitamin K2; The scientific consensus is that K1 is naturally and easily converted to K2 in any reasonably healthy person, and an external source of K2 (like many other nutrients) is not required. -Natto is a vegan food that is high in K2, (made from fermented soybeans). There is more on this topic in the following article.; http://www.veganhealth.org/articles/vitamink (sources cited)

Also, choosing to source a particular nutrient through consuming animal based foods, does significantly promote disease in the human body. (Sorry to be repetitive with that point), but it is really not considered often enough. Simple Definition of omnivore according to Webster's Dictionary: An animal that eats both plants and animals.

Humans have not changed their basic anatomy and physiology as a result of becoming more and more reliant on meat, dairy and other animal based foods. These foods contain addictive compounds, and the brain responds strongly to these. Memory influences cravings. People become very used to a dense, heavy source of calories, rather than consuming health whole plant foods in abundance, which would truly encourage our body to thrive.

Caseomorphins in dairy are enormously addictive to the human body. A great deal of meat contains added MSG, and both meat and cheese contain additional salt.

Blood is squeezed out of animal as it hangs upside down, before it is cut up for those who would demand it's body. Meat is cooked, seasonings are added, and only muscle portions of the body are eaten by this very "fussy" species of animal, who has such a strong degree of unease about what it is doing. It is not that we are fussy or overly emotional, it is actually our true nature that is being displayed.

How easily and 100% comfortably can you handle tearing apart a raw bloody corpse, especially if you happened to looked directly into the eyes? So your instinct really leads you to intestines, hairy & dripping bloody body parts, brains, genitals, ears, nails, noses, toes, chewing on bones, etc., etc.?

Also, am I really wrong in pointing out that it is only a handful of species you are truly comfortable eating? Even these animals you would likely still wish to avoid and harming them if you could. Why are you so much more comfortable with the idea of killing and/or abusing a handful of species, whom it is considered *socially acceptable* to wear, consume, experiment on, etc.? I would argue that these are learned behaviors, and actually a direct result of social indoctrination.

The fact that you are turned off by consuming uncooked animal flesh and so many parts of the animal's body, speaks volumes. You are not in the category of animals that have a genuine need to consume the flesh of other animals, and benefit from doing so.

Humans are quite literally defined as omnivores according to a dictionary definition, which is vague to the point that it can be applied to personal choice alone, but not hard science.

Below is a detailed comparison in anatomy and physiology between humans, genuine omnivore and carnivore animals classified as such according to hard science, and frugivores. As far fetched as the point may be to some of you, frugivores are plant eaters by design*, and technically a classification of herbivores. They consume the majority of their calories from raw fruit, with a smaller amount of leafy greens and occasional nuts or seeds. -Source for chart; 101 Life Sciences. Feel free to share the chart with any expert out there. Again, points made that appear "too far fetched to be true" are not simply so for that reason.

VISION:

Carnivore and Omnivore; Does not see in full color scale

Frugivore, Human; Sees in full color scale

BRAIN CHEMISTRY:

Carnivore and Omnivore; Fueled by fats and protein

Frugivore, Human; Fueled by glycogen

CIRCADIAN RYTHM (SLEEP CYCLE)-for mammals;

Carnivore and Omnivore; Sleeps 18 - 20 hrs. per 24 hr. cycle

Frugivore, Human; Sleeps 8 hrs. or less per 24 hr. cycle

MOUTH OPENING VS. HEAD SIZE

Carnivore and Omnivore; Large

Frugivore; Small to medium

Human; Small

JAW TYPE

Carnivore and Omnivore; Lower jaw imbedded inside of upper jaw

Frugivore, Human; Upper jaw sits on the bottom jaw

JAW ANGLE

Carnivore and Omnivore; Not expanded

Frugivore, Human; Expanded

JAW JOINT LOCATION

Carnivore and Omnivore; On the same plane as the molar teeth

Frugivore, Human; Above the plane of the molar teeth

JAW MOTION AND MASTICATION (chewing)

Carnivore; Shears meat and swallows, No lateral or forward mobility for chewing

Omnivore; Shearing and crushing, Minimal to no lateral or forward mobility for chewing

Frugivore and Human; Great lateral and forward mobility for chewing for chewing fruit, seeds, nuts, and vegetation

NECESSITY OF CHEWING FOOD

Carnivore; None, swallows food whole

Omnivore; Swallows food whole, and/or simple crushing

Frugivore, Human; Extensive chewing necessary

FACIAL MUSCLES

Carnivore and Omnivore; Reduced to allow wide mouth gape

Frugivore, Human; Well developed to facilitate chewing

MAJOR JAW MUSCLES

Carnivore and Omnivore; Temporalis

Frugivore, Human; Masseter and Pterygoids

TEETH (CANINES)

Carnivore and Omnivore; Long, sharp, curved fangs

Frugivore; Dull and short or long, for defense

Human; Rudimentary, short and blunted

TEETH (INCISORS)

Carnivores and Omnivores; Short and pointed

Frugivores, Humans; Broad, flattened and spade shaped

TEETH (MOLARS)

Carnivores; Sharp, jagged, blade shaped

Omnivores; Sharp blades, and/or flattened

Frugivores, Humans; Flattened with nodular cusps

TONGUE

Carnivores; Extremely rough, for use in tearing meat

Omnivores; Moderate to rough

Frugivores, Humans; Smooth, used mainly like a shovel for food

SALIVARY GLAND SIZE

Carnivores and Omnivores; Small

Frugivores, Humans; Large

SALIVARY CHEMISTRY

Carnivores and Omnivores; Acidic

Frugivores, Humans; Alkaline

SALIVARY ENZYMES

Carnivores, Omnivores; No carb digesting enzymes; Lysosomes

Frugivores, Humans; Has carb digesting enzymes such as Pytalin

STOMACH CAPACITY

Carnivores, Omnivores; 60 - 70% of total volume of digestive tract

Frugivores, Humans; 21 - 27% of total volume of digestive tract

STOMACH ACIDITY

Carnivores, Omnivores; Less than or equal to PH 1 with food in stomach

Frugivores, Humans; PH 4 - 5 with food in stomach

PERISTALSIS

Carnivores, Omnivores; Does not require fiber to stimulate

Frugivores, Humans; Requires fiber to stimulate

LENGTH OF SMALL INTESTINE

Carnivores; 1.5 - 3 times body length

Omnivores; 3 times body length

Frugivores, Humans; 9 times body length

COLON TYPE

Carnivores, Omnivores; Simple

Frugivores, Humans; Complex

COLON LENGTH

Carnivores, Omnivores; Short

Frugivores, Humans; Long

COLON SHAPE

Carnivores; Smooth

Omnivores; Somewhat Sacculated

Frugivores, Humans; Sacculated

COLON CHEMISTRY

Carnivores, Omnivores; Alkaline

Frugivores, Humans; Acidic

LIVER TYPE

Carnivores; Complex, with 5 distinct chambers

Omnivores; Complex

Frugivores, Humans; Simple

LIVER SIZE

Carnivores; Proportionally 50% larger than others

Omnivores; Larger than others

Frugivores, Humans; Proportionally relatively small

BILE FLOW

Carnivores; Comparatively heavy

Omnivores; Comparatively moderate

Frugivores, Humans; Comparatively weak

LIVER DETOXIFICATION OF VITAMIN A

Carnivores, Omnivores; Can metabolize large amounts efficiently

Frugivores, Humans; Can only metabolize smaller amounts efficiently

SHORT CHAIN FATTY ACIDS

Carnivores, Omnivores; Can’t convert to LSFA’s

Frugivores, Humans; Can convert to LSFA’s

CHOLESTEROL

Carnivores, Omnivores; Can metabolize large amounts efficiently

Frugivores, Humans; Can only metabolize phytosterols efficiently

URICASE

Carnivores, Omnivores; Renal secretion (Kidneys)

Frugivores, Humans; No secretion

URINARY CONCENTRATION

Carnivores, Omnivores; Extreme

Frugivores, Humans; Moderate

URINARY CHEMISTRY

Carnivores, Omnivores; Acidic

Frugivores, Humans; Alkaline

DIGESTION (TIME TO COMPLETE)

Carnivores; From 2 to 4 hours

Omnivores; From 6 to 10 hours

Frugivores, Humans; From 12 to 18 hours

PLACENTA (MAMMALS)

Carnivores, Omnivores; Zonary shaped

Frugivores, Humans; Discoid shaped

LIMBS

Carnivores; 4 paws with claws

Omnivores; 4 paws with claws or hooves

Frugivores; Arms with prehensile hands and feet

Humans; Arms with prehensile hands

LOCOMOTION

Carnivores; Walks on all 4 legs

Omnivores; Walks on all 4 legs

Frugivores; Walks on all 4 limbs or upright

Humans; Walks upright

MAMMARIES

Carnivores, Omnivores; Multiple teats for nursing litters

Frugivores, Humans; Dual Breasts for nursing 1 to 2 offspring

SKIN AND HAIR (MAMMALS)

Carnivores; Omnivores; 100% covered in hair

Frugivores; Pores with extensive hair covering body

Humans; Pores with minimal hair on body

COOLING SYSTEM

Carnivores; Sweat glands in paws only, panting

Omnivores; Minimal sweat glands in mammals

Frugivores, Humans; Sweat glands all over body

NAILS

Carnivores; Sharp claws

Omnivores; Sharp claws or blunt hooves

Frugivores, Humans; Flattened nails

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All the crystals

Rude. As. Fuck.

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

Death especially, since she still isn’t over her own mother’s passing. She still wakes up some mornings, or has moments where she’ll grab her phone, searching for her mother’s number or will start a conversation and wait for an answer. It’s definitely the one thing she hasn’t completely grasped.

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

She believes in it fairly firmly. There’s moments she still tries to be skeptical of it, but she’s had her own moments that she definitely attributes to spirits and things like that.

agate: how my muse calms down

That’s a tough one. Pretty much just time. She has to exhaust herself in some way, but she can still get her mind wound back up again easily. She takes a lot to heart, and can be a dramatic person without intention.

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

Text or verbal. She absolutely hates phone calls, because it feels like this inbetween thing. So if it’s really important, and it’s not a life or death emergency that absolutely cannot wait, she either wants to be told face to face or completely non-directly.

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

Jae is somewhere in between. She can have a lot of courage when it’s a spur of the moment, but then she gets really scared of what she’s done. In a way, she’d rather just take things until it builds up to the absolute highest boiling point, because she’s not a confrontational person. She’s a shitton of talk, though.

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

Incredibly low. She sees herself in high regards in some areas, but she still has an overall low view of herself.

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

When she wants to hide things. She can hide a lot, but then there’s also a lot she just can’t hide. Mostly when it comes to her own self-destruction, she’s up there with the best on hiding it simply because she doesn’t want to be scolded for something she knows she’s going to do again, and again, and again.

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

If she had her say, it would probably be a bird of some sort, just so she could run away on a whim. Probably a colorful parrot, that’s loud and obnoxious.

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

It’s all on how you look at it. She sees herself as pretty lucky, because she’s survived shit that should have killed her, has literally been minutes from death, and now she has a job that’s given her a steady life so she can raise her rather smart son with a family that she barely knows backing her every move towards 100% stability. However, she seems to have shit luck when it comes to any sort of relationships, romantic or platonic.

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

She’s all for equal everything. Her belief in regards to everything is that if it doesn’t advocate the harm or killing of people or creatures, then do whatever. If it makes you feel good, or it’s who you are, then so be it.

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

Those ASPCA commercials or the commercials for different children’s hospitals. They always make her tear up.

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

Her intuition sucks. Almost everything she’s had a ‘great’ feeling about has turned around and burned her. Yet she still tries to follow it.

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

She honestly doesn’t know anymore. She was raised somewhat religious, because her mother was, but she definitely grew angry at God when her mom got sick, and violently so when she passed. Lately, though, she’s found some weird comfort in it being around her, which unsettles her in a way because it had been so long since she had been comfortable with the topic of believing.

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

That’s a tough one, because she doesn’t relax that well on her own. She does her best to always keep a guard up.

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

Her depression, and slipping back into heavy drinking.

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

Nothing. She doesn’t see herself as anything significant to anyone, and it wouldn’t matter if she was around or not.

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

She’s definitely a party creature, but she also enjoys one-on-ones because the conversations tend to be more stimulating than a room full of most likely drunk people getting excited over the next song to come on.

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

She’s been trying to draw a suitable chest piece for herself lately, but she’s hated every drawing. She’s also better at music than she’ll admit to, down to even knowing how to basically get around a studio.

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

The past week or so, it’s been drinking, which was her usual. But, she’s trying other things such as meditation and just sitting outside for a while. Then there’s also weed, which actually was prescribed for her anxiety.

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

The day her mother was cremated, because it was an end in a way, but also her husband wasn’t beside her supporting her. Instead, he was off doing whatever and pretty much just told her it’s a part of life and deal with it.

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

She tries to be honest, especially if she’s not feeling anything deeper than lust and appreciation for attention. She honestly hasn’t been in many, though, and the other two she was in ended horribly.

charoite: who my muse looks up to

She honestly looks up to James. He comes off seeming much more put together than she is, even though he probably isn’t, but she wishes she could put off that impression. She also strongly looks up to her mother as well, because her mother did everything necessary to make sure that Jae never suffered growing up. In a way, she sees a little bit of her mother’s attitude in James.

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

Her job right now. It’s helped her get a damn good apartment, helped her keep a car she adores, and even after bills, she still has enough for her and Aleksi to live very comfortably without even a hint of struggle. Jae doesn’t aspire to be rich, and she feels insanely lucky that she has the job she has.

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

Honestly, I think she’ll get more bitter. As I said before, she takes a lot more to heart than she really should, and she allows it to form scales that she tries to harden. It makes her try to be skeptical of people, and so I just see her as being one of those bitter people with a lot of regrets.

coral: how my muse views the natural world

She finds the natural world absolutely amazing. She almost obsessed with having access to outdoors, and almost regrets that she lives in a city that’s crowded and packed with people without a hint of forests or something.

diamond: a sex headcanon

Unless she has absolutely been worn out to the point of passing out, it’s pretty much a guarantee that she’s going to grab her panties and put them back on.

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

She constantly wakes up during the night, and she shifts positions like a million times before finally passing out.

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

She suddenly has a lot of patience and will do almost anything to be at their side.

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

There’s a desk in the corner, a bed against the windows, and clothes all in the floor in front of the dresser by the door.

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

Recently discovered, but she’s pretty sure her dream job is to be a band manager.

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

A lot of secrets. It doesn’t matter if you’re her boyfriend, husband, or bestfriend. If it’s something she knows she’ll get a serious scolding for, she’s going to hide it. She also can’t bring herself to be open about what goes on in her head, so it always takes prodding to get it out. More than just ‘what’s up’ or ‘how are you’. In a way, it’s because she wants proof that the other is sincere about her, but she also just tucks things away in order to keep moving forward. She’s also very much into sex, and while it’s not this top priority, at some point she’s going to definitely start expecting it. It’s important to her, though she’s not sure if she would end a relationship if all that was lacking was sex. Also, she’s a brat. Not a spoiled brat, but a brat.

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

Someone who sees her for who she is, and doesn’t find it essential to show her off like a diamond or something. Someone who takes their relationship seriously enough and understand that being in a relationship isn’t just a ‘friends with benefits and a fancy title’. And someone who can be patient and handle her, because she’s a lot. She just is.

gold: my muse's financial situation

It’s comfortable. She isn’t struggling for food or to pay the bills, and has enough left over to still do awesome extra things.

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

She’s not very squeamish until it comes to surgery, stitches, staples, and things like that. She can handle a guy puking on himself, but not someone getting a small wound sewn shut.

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

I wanna say she’s childlike all the way around, so her inner child is rather strong.

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

Better than they used to be, but it’s going downhill again.

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

If the relationship was entirely on good terms, and she didn’t feel neglected, no way in hell would she cheat.

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

She’s far from mom of the year, but she does her best to give Aleksi everything, and is even trying to plan on making sure she keeps giving him everything from the best schools, to a house he can grow up in when he starts school, to keeping his mind as open as possible. She does the best she can, and it never feels tiring.

kyanite: an anger headcanon

Smashing. She smashes whatever is closest to her, or whatever she’s pissed off at. Whichever is accessible.

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

She doesn’t know anymore, because nowhere is comfortable anymore. Familiar, but nothing’s comfortable enough to call home.

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

Hell if I know. She’s been friends with all kinds of people.

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

She never knew. She wasn’t one of those kids that knew what she wanted to be or had a goal like that. Nothing just ever appealed to her like that.

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

Her mouth, because it tends to go off before she can even think of the words.

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

She thinks it’s one of those things that people never seem to look at in the right way. Everyone seems to focus on being among it, or going to it when in reality we already are all of that. So we should just admire the view that we have, and adore it.

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

She tries to life them up, but she feels more like she brings them down ultimately.

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

Her memory is not that great. It’s very selective, honestly.

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

Lust, because she always wants.

opal: how creative my muse is

She can come up great ideas and stories, but she never actually puts anything into action.

pearl: a mental health headcanon

Her deep depression that feels like a losing battle.

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

She’d honestly just leave it.

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

Her immune system is better now than when she was a kid, but she still gets minor illnesses almost constantly.

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

As an obnoxious child they feel the need to babysit because she doesn’t take even decent care of herself.

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

Convenience. Fuck the frills.

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

Funerals.

ruby: a happiness headcanon

When she got Aleksi back for good. She honestly had never been happier a single day in her life.

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

Aleksi, James, and her grandmother.

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

Uhm...She’d basically offer a lapdance or sex. She’s not very good at flirting.

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

For herself, she prefers femininity. In a partner, she prefers masculinity.

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

She wishes she didn’t.

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

She’s very sympathetic, she just has issues actually reaching out to people and making that known. She’s afraid of everyone, honestly, and it overrides the urge to reach out.

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

Thor and Bragi.

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

She’s Korean on her mother’s side. On her father’s side, she Hungarian/Russian/Finnish.

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

Attention and her son.

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

Not everything. She doesn’t believe everything will work out, and it’s starting to cause her to give up on a lot of things and fuel her depression.

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8. Realize how awesome you are. Realizing how awesome you already are creates more peace and joy in your heart. That negative self-talk will fade into the background and you’ll be better able to make decisions with ease. Knowing how awesome you are isn’t arrogant, it’s generous. Because when you love yourself more, you love others more, too. I’m never going to stop telling you that you’re awesome, but if you need more self-love nudges, head over to this blog or listen to this free Pep Talk meditation.

9. Connect with your true purpose. Ok, I’ll be honest, this is one of my all-time favorite posts. It’s so easy for us to judge ourselves. If we don’t have the “right” career or the “right” education or body or whatever the heck else, we often slip into a thick haze of unworthiness. I thought I had a pretty good thing going with the work I do and the sense of purpose it gives me, and then, blammo, life took me for a loop. After some soul searching, I learned to focus on letting go of my attachments to outside markers of achievement. Valuing ourselves from the inside out can drastically change our level of happiness. Try it!

10. Work on managing stress. Stress is one of the biggest health epidemics today. All that stinkin’ thinkin’, worry, fear and anger contribute to chronic disease, not to mention how much they chip away at your happiness each day. Check in with yourself. Do you feel like the world is weighing on your shoulders? Are you heavy with dread? Future-tripping disastrous events? One of my greatest missions is to help people feel less stress and more joy. I’ve got a few places you can start, but you’ll notice as you explore my blogs and books, that stress is covered again and again. There are a variety of ways to begin. You could try meditating with me or one of the countless amazing meditation teachers out there (it only takes 10 minutes a day to feel the benefits!). Start prioritizing sleep more so that you can handle life’s challenges with a clearer and healthier mind. Learn more about how natural approaches, like essential oils and adaptogens (herbs), can help lessen stress levels. And, one more tip: If you’ve been stressed out for a while and are feeling chronically tired, talk to your doctor about adrenal fatigue. It could be part of your personal health puzzle (was for me!).

I know there’s a lot here to take in, but remember that this blog isn’t going anywhere! Bookmark this page, email yourself a link, write down the title—whatever you need to do to save this spot! And don’t forget, you only need to take one step at a time, dear friend. My extensive blog library, Crazy Sexy books, programs, free goodies and more are waiting if you need some extra support! Can’t wait to here how your path unfolds.

Your turn: What’s one wellness habit or practice you intend to focus on in 2017? Put it out there so we can support you! Plus, we’re all looking for ways to make 2017 a healthy, happy year.

Peace & first steps,

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